❛ I SHALL BECOME A BAT.

independent  rp  blog  for  bruce  wayne :    based   from    fox's   gotham,   nolan's  tdk   trilogy  &   BATMAN:   the   animated   series .    🦇 

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༄  . . . 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝔅𝐀𝐓. 🦇

┆┆ A STUDY IN THE BIRTH OF 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗞𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧. a young billionaire heir, consumed in darkness & a festering ANGER. the weirdo, the freak, the outcast. the shriek in a dark alley, the ignite to a dark guardian. a young sleuth, after the case of his parents MURDER– following a true calling. . . . [ FEAR ] turned into strength.

*  independent  writing blog for 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑒  𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒,  primary verses based in 𝘧𝘰𝘹'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮, 𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 and animated verse based from 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. #𝔅𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐒.

❝ AND WHY DO WE FALL, BRUCE? . . . so we can learn to pick ourselves back up. –– THEY THINK i'm hiding in the shadows, but I AM the shadows.

RULES (in my theme). + MEMES. (always open.) + VERSES. (under cut.)

🦇 001. 𝙂𝙊𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙈 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀. my foremost verse i tend to have MOST/high muse for. don't let this deter you from interacting if this verse doesn't fit with your muse's timeline very well, though. this is just to give a heads up that my highest muse is in this universe and i'm more likely to reply faster. that's all. i follow canon, with the show's events.

🦇 002. 𝙂𝙊𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙈 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀: 𝟭𝟭 𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙎 𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍. this verse is still set in my g.otham universe, but the events when b.ruce finally returns to g.otham. i take some influences from 'the b.atman 2022' for this verse.

🦇 003. 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀: 𝙉𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙉'𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙆𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙔. this verse is set in the timeline of b.atman begins, the d.ark k.night and the d.ark k.night returns.

🦇 004. 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙀: 𝘽𝘼𝙏𝙈𝘼𝙉: 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎. this verse is set from the animated tv show!

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i have this idea for the most perfect date! we could rob the louvre together 🥰

"no. and no to all these other ridiculous things you left while i was hibernating."

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“i don’t like him,  though.”   bear grylls.   she decides to ramble on in a feeble attempt at taking their minds off just how dreadful of a situation they’ve found themselves in.   “i think he’s an idiot.   survivalists are all freaks.   who in their right mind heads out into the jungle,  showers in creeks,  sleeps under a rock and kills wild animals for lunch when they could just stay home and go to a mcdonald’s?”   camping is a different thing.   camping can be fun when done properly.   but people like bear grylls take everything to the extremes.   she tilts her head up to look at the sky above as bruce tells her about navigating the stars,  trying to see something through the clouds and thick tree crowns.   “so that’s what people did before iphones and maps.   that’s kinda fascinating.”   for nerds like him,  of course.   she might be a little impressed by his knowledge,  but won’t openly say it.   so he doesn’t get too arrogant.   “do you also know the names of the stars you’re looking at?”   she wonders,  rubbing the back of her neck as she looks at him.   briefly,  afraid her face might be saying things her mouth refuses to.   “do you think alfred is looking for you?”   she hopes so.   her feet hurt,  her thighs burn,  and she’s hungry,  but before she can complain about any of these things,  she hears something move in the bushes.   her heart skips a beat,  and not in a nice way.   not like it does when bruce slips his hand into hers or does something nice for her.   a shiver races up her spine.   “hm?   no.   it’s only in your head or maybe a squirrel,”   she says,  trying to convince herself that she hasn’t heard anything.   but it’s clear they both did.   her hand finds his,  squeezing gently,  even though she’s looking in the opposite direction.

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“there wouldn't be any shame in it even if you did.” soft spoken voice reassures, “maybe it's slightly nonsensical, but still. it's neat knowledge to acquire.” look at them, they could use some of the knowledge quite frankly so bruce wasn't debunking their desires to survive for whatever reason intrigued them so much. “yes. isn't it.” he agrees, intrigued selina even tells him it in the first place.

“yes, they do. and isn't it fascinating that nobody knows who named the stars and constellations. most of the names were assigned by early greek and arabian astronomers.” bruce tells her right before fear's instilled and he can't answer if alfred's going to find him or not, that kind of emotion he loathed and despised every time it sprung back up again. “hello! hello, you two,” a gravelly voice sounds from the trees before appearing, an old white-haired senile man with a waving knife, “would you like a taste of my knife? it's a good knife, a precious little knife, i promise.” he cackles, starting to come near them. frightened blues move on the curly haired girl whose hand is in his, “run, selina.” he commands without hesitation, using her hand in his to his advantage as he begins to take off, pulling her with him.

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CHRISTIAN BALE as BRUCE WAYNE THE DARK KNIGHT (2008) dir. Christopher Nolan

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parallel: gotham / tdk trilogy [1]

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Gotham BatCat

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[gabrielokun]

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Gotham BatCat

[gothamstreetcat]

Will you slow down?! No! You want your genius metal back, keep up!

BABY BATCAT in BATMAN ABSOLUTE #3 │GOTHAM 1.10 & 2.17

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@catlucked

[gothamnetwork]

GOTHAM (2014 - 2019)

[dcladies]

First teaser poster for Supergirl (2026)

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༄  . . . 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝔅𝐀𝐓. 🦇

┆┆ A STUDY IN THE BIRTH OF 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗞𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧. a young billionaire heir, consumed in darkness & a festering ANGER. the weirdo, the freak, the outcast. the shriek in a dark alley, the ignite to a broken city's dark guardian. a young sleuth, after the case of his parents MURDER– following a true calling. . . . [ FEAR ] turned into strength.

*  independent  writing blog for 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑒  𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑛𝑒,  primary verses based in 𝘧𝘰𝘹'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘮, 𝗻𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 and animated verse based from 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. #𝔅𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐒.

❝ AND WHY DO WE FALL, BRUCE? . . . so we can learn to pick ourselves back up. –– THEY THINK i'm hiding in the shadows, but I AM the shadows.

[felicitykings]

Breathe! Look at me.

GOTHAM (2014-2019) ↳ 4.21 One Bad Day

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❝   yeah,  no…  we  never  really  discussed  that,  but  i  think  that’s  because  we  didn’t  actually  have  to.  it  just  naturally  came  to  us,  this  mutual,  silent  agreement  that  we  wouldn’t…  you  know.   ❞   have  children  of  their  own.  and  this  decision  has  never  felt  like  a  sacrifice  of  some  sort,  at  least  not  to  selina.  she  has  never  experienced  any  kind  of  internal  struggle  or  felt  like  maybe  she’s  missing  out  on  something  because  she’s  not  changing  diapers.  if  anything,  she’s  been  at  peace  and  considered  it  a  relief  to  know  that  both  she  and  bruce  are  on  the  same  page  when  it  comes  to  how  they  envision  the  future  of  their  family.  which  is  yet  one  more  reason  why  the  situation  that  they’re  in  right  now  terrifies  her  so  much.  it  feels  like  the  rug  of  stability  and  comfort  has  been  pulled  out  from  under  her  feet.   ❝   what  do  you  mean,  bruce?  it’s  like  an  atomic  bomb  exploding  in  your  backyard,   ❞   she  muses,  brows  slightly  furrowed  but  in  confusion  rather  than  annoyance.  she’s  not  trying  to  argue  with  the  other,  just  hoping  to  understand  his  way  of  thinking  better.  how  come  news  like  that  wouldn’t  have  ruined  his  morning?  it  makes  her  wonder  if  the  thought  of  starting  a  family  with  her  has  crossed  his  mind  before,  if  he’s  tried  to  imagine  them  with  a  kid  or  two  in  some  alternative  universe  where  they  were  just  ordinary  people  with  ordinary  jobs.    

❝   no,  it’s  not,  baby.  remember  when  we  walked  into  that  lingerie  store  all  those  years  ago?  it’s  that  kind  of  chuckling.  you  also  sometimes  make  these  sounds  in  the  waiting  room  at  the  dentist’s  office.  it  doesn’t  sound  normal.   ❞   or  like  a  genuine  sign  of  happiness.  shaking  her  head,  the  situation  might  be  daunting,  but  she  still  finds  his  reaction  beyond  amusing  and  can’t  help  but  let  out  a  giggle  of  her  own.  he’s  not  even  trying  and  laughing  is  the  last  thing  on  her  mind  right  now,  and  yet  he’s  making  her  do  just  that.   ❝   it’s  okay  to  be  nervous,  bruce.  nothing  wrong  about  it.  i  mean,  i  am.  actually,  i’m  terrified.  i  feel  like  you  should  probably  take  me  to  arkham,  not  back  home.   ❞   the  only  thing  keeping  her  somewhat  sane  is  the  possibility  of  the  test  coming  back  negative,  and  that’s  it.  just  as  she’s  about  to  explain  more,  reassure  the  other  that  he’s  allowed  to  have  all  these  different  feelings,  she  finds  herself  glancing  down  at  what  he’s  holding  and  pursing  her  lips.  she  bites  the  inside  of  her  cheek  to  keep  herself  from  grinning  goofily,  wondering  if  he’s  even  remotely  aware  what  this  item  is  used  for.   ❝   put  that  back,  honey.  please.  this  is  the  one  thing  that’s  actually  scarier  than  what  we  have  in  our  cart,   ❞   she  lightly  teases,  the  more  immature  part  of  her  wishing  she’d  just  kept  her  mouth  shut  and  snapped  a  quick  picture  of  bruce  with  his  first  diva  cup  instead.  giggling  softly,  she  wonders  if  he  has  any  idea  how  much  she  appreciates  the  little  break,  how  much  these  few  laughs  mean  to  her.  nothing  could  magically  make  her  feel  less  tense  and  relieve  her  anxiety,  but  at  least  for  a  few  minutes  she’s  managed  to  forget  why  they’re  in  this  aisle.   

❝   thank  you,  bruce,   ❞   she  murmurs  with  a  sweet  smile  upon  hearing  his  promise  to  help  her  with  anything  and  everything,  once  again  reminding  her  that  he’ll  be  here  for  her  always,  no  matter  what.  feeling  a  sudden  rush  of  admiration  and  love  for  her  husband,  she  closes  the  distance  between  them  just  so  that  she  can  plant  a  soft  kiss  on  his  cheek.  her  fingertips  brushing  against  his  shoulder  as  she  pushes  up  on  her  toes  to  reach  his  face.   ❝   that’s  for  always  being  my  person,   ❞   she  explains,  taking  a  step  back  so  that  she  can  marvel  at  him  from  a  distance.  he’s  so  sweet,  so  kind.  how  did  she  end  up  with  someone  like  him?   ❝   yeah,  probably.  i  guess  it  would  have  been  less  traumatic  that  way,  but  it’s  fine.  the  adventures  of  puberty,  right?   ❞   she  says  with  a  small  smile,  brushing  the  other’s  concerns  off  with  a  dismissive  wave  of  her  hand.  emerald  eyes  studying  his  side  profile  as  he  speaks,  and  she  can  feel  her  chest  expanding,  heart  fluttering.  it  never  fails  to  amaze  her  how  considerate  he  is.  she  figures  her  friends  had  her  best  interest  in  mind,  too.  they  just  weren’t  as  thoughtful  as  bruce  would  have  been.   ❝   it’s  okay.  we’ll  just  figure  it  out  when  we’re  back  home.  no  need  to  worry  about  it  now.  thanks  for  helping  me  pick  out  the  right  one.   ❞   it  can’t  be  rocket  science,  she  thinks.  still,  it’s  kind  of  amusing  how  oblivious  they  both  are.

❝   why?  i  mean,  what  do  we  need  two  for?   ❞   she  inquires  out  of  sheer  curiosity,  glancing  at  the  blue  box  in  her  husband’s  hands,  suddenly  incapable  of  drawing  the  simplest  of  conclusions  on  her  own.  emerald  eyes  following  its  journey  to  the  cart,  widening  in  surprise  when  bruce  decides  to  just  leave  it  out  in  the  open.  what  if  they  bump  into  someone  they  know?  and  they  start  asking  questions?  and  most  importantly,  why  do  they  need  to  be  reminded  of  this  dark  cloud  looming  above  their  heads  every  time  they  look  down  at  their  groceries?  she’s  tempted  to  take  off  her  jacket  and  throw  it  on  top  of  the  box,  cover  it  somehow  —  out  of  sight,  out  of  mind.  but  refrains  just  because  she  doesn’t  want  to  look  like  she’s  completely  lost  her  mind  and  give  her  husband  one  more  reason  to  worry.   ❝   i  hope  so,   ❞   she  says  quietly,  appreciating  his  reassurance  even  if  something  about  his  voice,  how  sweet  and  gentle  it  is,  makes  her  feel  emotional  all  the  sudden.  when  she  picks  her  gaze  up  and  looks  at  him  again,  her  eyes  are  glossy,  shining  with  a  faint  layer  of  tears.  she  blinks  them  away  quickly  but  the  tip  of  her  nose  continues  to  tingle,  threatening  to  produce  more.   

❝   i  just  —  i  love  our  life  the  way  it  is.  i  don’t  want  it  to  change.   ❞   his  hand  on  her  back  encourages  her  to  lean  into  him,  cling  to  his  side  in  a  moment  of  weakness.  her  slender  arms  curling  around  his  waist  briefly,  cheek  brushing  against  his  shoulder.  she  closes  her  eyes  and  just  holds  him,  as  though  he  were  a  life  raft  and  she  was  drowning.   ❝   i’m  sorry.  i’m  —  i  don’t  even  know,   ❞   she  sighs,  pulling  back  and  shaking  her  head  because  it  isn’t  like  her  to  just  break  down  in  the  middle  of  a  store.   ❝   yeah,  let’s  do  that.  i  don’t  think  i’ve  ever  said  this  before  but  i  love  baking  with  you,  you  know?  i  mean,  i’m  mostly  watching  you  do  everything,  but  still…  i  love  that.  and  we  could  stop  at  starbucks  on  our  way  home?  grab  a  coffee?  a  pup  cup  for  ace?   ❞   she  suggests,  trying  to  change  the  subject  and  make  sure  bruce  doesn’t  have  the  time  to  ask  about  what’s  just  happened,  why  she  hugged  him  so  tightly  and  almost  broke  down.  she  rests  one  of  her  hands  on  the  handle  beside  his,  letting  him  lead  the  way.   ❝   wait,  are  we  going  for  brownies  or  chocolate  chip  cookies?   ❞

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"what for?" almost comedic the way he questions with such sincerity, genuine confusion. finding zero shame holding a woman's health product. ignoring her next words on purpose, about his shy laughter he does... he doesn't want to admit the way he's freaking out the same way he never wants to admit to any fear. he shoves it down and wears a stoic facade. "just to be sure, selina." he reassures, wondering why it's such a big deal to acquire two rather than just one. and it's too late, it's joining the cart and then his hands curl around the rail to start pushing it to the next aisle.

enough of this one, that was for certain. he catches the emotions watering her eyes and of course his right arm comes up to wrap around her as they walk, happy to be her anchor while his own heart beats with fear. "i don't imagine it having any capability to change for the worst." just as long as they keep a strong protection held over this potential child, that was what he was stressing the most over. and failing as a father. "it's okay to have confused feelings about it," adding while she's pulling away, his hand moving to rest back on the cart, grabbing the bag of flour his attention is on before redirecting to selina, "you love baking with me. you want to stop and get a cup of whip cream for ace? who are you, selina?" bruce jokes, now becoming concerned, genuinely laughing this time. of course they'll stop for a coffee shop treat, he never resists. "cookies, unless you think otherwise?"

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“same way i know about obama.   i don’t live under a rock and we do have TVs in the narrows.”   contrary to what a rich kid like yourself might think,  she’s tempted to add but decides against it,  figuring her facial expression speaks loud enough.   “and i don’t actually have to watch or like the show to know who bear grylls is.”   she rolls her eyes,  not willing to admit she may have seen an episode or two and been quite fascinated by that man’s survival skills.   “even if we did see the stars,  how would you navigate them?   were you a corsair in the past life or something?”   call her pragmatic,  but stars all look the same to her.   she absently kicks a rock farther down the trail,  pulling the flaps of her jacket tighter around her body.   “maybe we should just stay here?   if we knew how to start a fire,  someone would see it and come rescue us?”   under any other circumstances,  she’d be against asking or hoping for help,  but they seem to be running out of options here.   “that’s it.   that’s my best idea,”   she sighs,  walking a little closer to bruce as the air around them grows colder.

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“oh, i see.” feeling embarrassed for underestimating her, his cheeks pale into rosiness. “that makes sense.” the dark haired boy admits, he was always taught to never give in to his pride for long. that's what makes a man a better man, in the words of his father. “no, but maybe my father was since he was good at it. if only we could get a clearer view, though.” attention focused on the sky, of course he flinches when he hears the rock hit, “it's simple, selina. you observe which direction the star has moved– if it has descended, then that means you are facing west. and if it has ascended, you are facing east. if the star has moved to the left, you are facing north and if it has moved to the right, you are facing south. and of course i know what direction we came from.” but it's the canopy of tree branches and the partly cloudy sky making it hard to decipher. something else shuffles and it wasn't a rock this time selina's thrown, he's paying attention this time. gaze moving on her side profile, hoping he's merely paranoid, “did you hear that?”