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BATSMYTH⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR BRUCE WAYNE/THE BATMAN FROM DC COMICS AND DIVERSE MIXED MEDIA WITH A HEAVY FOCUS ON DIVERGENCIES AND HEADCANON BASED. OPEN WORLD FOR CROSSOVERS. CST + 3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI. (#)

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PSA: this blog does not follow one specific portrayal of bruce. takes heavy influences from the nolanverse and dceu and snyder's snydercut and the scrapped ideas of what would had been batfleck's solo movie against deathstroke and under the hood. other influences include of course the animated series, selective comics and batman beyond, leading to bruce mentoring terry in a distant future. my bruce is also in his fifties, with more than 20 years as a vigilante.

beware of the following mentions of triggers: parental death tw, suicidal thoughts tw, child death tw, bruises and blood, mental health talk.

“ᵀʰᵉˢᵉ ˢᶜᵃʳˢ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ, ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵘˢ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ. ᵂᵉ'ʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠⁱˣ ᵗʰᵉᵐ. ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗʳᵃᵍᵉᵈʸ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿᵉ ʸᵒᵘ.”

[batsmyth]

who sleeps with bruce and when finding out he is batman just fist pump in the air.

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BATMAN V SUPERMAN : DAWN OF JUSTICE DIR. ZACK SNYDER ‧ 2016

[soulprompts]

CARING FOR THE SICK PROMPTS.

i found this list and kinda fed into it each time i got the flu or a migraine, and u know what, it's just me revealing just how much i love the caring threads and the soft threads and the fondly exasperated "let me help you" threads! use at your pleasure, DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST NOR EDIT IT! i will be changing it accordingly!

" i found you passed out in the kitchen. you wanna stop working yourself so hard? or do i need to keep hitting the gym to carry you to bed every day? "

" you're burning up. "

" your neighbour called me and said you could use a nurse. looks like they were right, too. "

" you were told to take it easy, so... yeah. this is kinda on you. "

" you took a sick day. you NEVER take a sick day. so yeah, i got worried, and i figured i'd come over and keep an eye on you. "

" you texted me a long and incoherent text that held about 90% of the emoji list and about four different languages. figured it wouldn't hurt to drop by and see how you were doing. "

" how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. "

" you look like hell. "

" i brought you some soup; let me heat some up for you? "

" okay. it's time you went to the hospital. "

" hey… hello there, sleeping beauty. you gave me a bit of a scare yesterday. how are you feeling? "

" i swear, if you even think of getting out of that bed… "

" you know when i said to call if it's an emergency? a fever is most DEFINITELY considered an emergency! "

" if you think you're going to work like this, you better think again. "

" don't worry. my family swears by this remedy; just let it work its magic and you'll feel good as new in no time. "

" I don't care about getting sick. i'm not leaving you until you're back to full health. "

" you didn't stop to think that this might happen when you're burning the candle at both ends? "

" yeah, I can play the role of nurse AND say "I told you so" at the same time, actually. "

" you better drink every last drop of this tea, no matter how disgusting it is. "

" i told my boss it was an emergency so they've given me a full week to look after you. "

" quit being so stubborn and get into BED! "

" what part of doctor's orders hasn't sunk in yet? bed rest! for the WEEK! "

" right, where do you keep your saucepans? i'm going to make you my famous noodle soup. it's a cure-all, i'm telling you! "

" hey, unless you're going to the bathroom or the sofa, I don't want to see you out of that bed. got it? "

" when are you gonna start letting people look after you, huh? "

" i know, i know, i turned off all the lights once i figured you had the migraine. you want some tea? water? "

" don't be mad, but i saw your fridge, and... it frightened me. so i've taken you back to my place, and i'm gonna get deliveroo to bring some groceries to your place tomorrow. okay? "

" i know your appetite is a little off, so i ordered in a whole tonne of options. just try a little bit of something, please? for me? "

" i've brought half a pharmacy, enough movies and boardgames to last us a decade, and every single snack i could fit into the basket at the grocery store. so sit your butt down, eat your soup, and try and make the most of your bed rest for the next week, will you? "

ACTION PROMPTS ( SEND THE FULL LINE! and feel free to reverse if u wish! ):

[ TOUCH ]: sender gently rests a hand against the receiver's forehead to check their temperature.

[ DAMP ]: sender presses a cool cloth against the receiver's face, neck and forehead to try and lower their fever.

[ BLANKET ]: sender wraps another blanket around the receiver to try and stop them from shivering.

[ SPOON ]: sender gently coaxes spoons of soup into the receiver's mouth to build up their strength after an illness.

[ CARRY ]: sender, finding the receiver weakened/unconscious on the floor, immediately lifts them up and carries them back to bed.

[ AROUND ]: sender keeps a protective arm around the receiver to help them walk without the risk of stumbling or collapsing.

[ STAY ]: sender decides to stay by the receiver's bedside after learning that they're sick.

[ HAIR ]: sender smooths back the receiver's hair in a soothing gesture to try and help them go back to sleep.

[ TILT ]: sender tips a bottle of water up for the receiver to sip from.

[ HUM ]: sender hums/sings to soothe a sick receiver back to sleep.

[ BACK ]: sender gently rubs the receiver's back, either to soothe them or warm them while they're unwell.

[ SHARE ]: sender climbs into the receiver's sickbed with them, wrapping their arms around them to offer warmth and comfort.

[ SHOWER ]: sender, learning the receiver has a high fever, takes a cold shower with them in order to lower their temperature.

[ WAKEN ]: the receiver wakes up in bed, having been found unconscious by the sender and carried into the bed from the floor.

[ QUARANTINE ]: the sender and receiver, both being sick, decide to quarantine together and spend the recovery period with each other.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  dialogue prompts centered around saying "please".   feel free to modify phrasing as desired.  )

please just be honest with me.

oh, please explain how this is my fault.

please don't look at me like that.

please, let's not do this here.

for once, could you please stop pretending?

please just kiss me, i can't stand it.

please don't walk away from this.

all you have to do is say please.

please, i dare you to try and stop me.

please don't tell anyone i said that.

i said please, so technically you have to say yes.

please tell me you brought snacks.

please don't take this the wrong way.

please, i've waited so long to hear you say it.

i said i'm fine, please just drop it.

please don't lie just to make me feel better.

please don't judge me for what i'm about to do.

please just let me help you.

if you love me, say it. please.

just stay here with me all day. pleaase?

please don't ruin this for me.

please just leave me out of it.

tell me you love me ... please.

can you please slow down?

please tell me there's still a chance.

can you please just get some sleep?

please, i don't want to lose you again.

i'm not asking– i'm begging you. please.

please don't make fun of me.

i want you to leave. please leave right now.

please, it's nothing.

i don't like to beg, but... please.

pleaase? i promise it'll be fun.

tell me it's a lie. please.

come on, please? just this once?

please don't jump to assumptions.

please, [ name ], just stay here.

you promised ... please.

please. i need you to trust me.

please don't go.

i know i don't deserve it, but please forgive me.

please, let me fix this.

did i hear a 'please' in there somewhere?

please. one more minute, that's all i'm asking.

oh please, as if you've never done it.

don't ask me to choose. please.

please don't tell them where i am.

saying 'please' over and over won't change my mind.

please? ... pretty please?

please don't make me beg.

please tell me i'm wrong.

can you please give me a hand with this?

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.

[dcviline]

▐║  ᯽  ┊  𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄,  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐈𝐓.  Bruce's  mind  is  a  mystery  she's  still  unraveling,  altogether  labyrinthian  in  its  structure,  anything  worthwhile  buried  beneath  walls  upon  walls  upon  walls.  Even  the  most  gifted  telepaths  would  have  trouble  digging  through  it.  Truth  be  told,  Emma  likes  that  about  him,  that  he  isn't  so  easily  readable.  How  tired  she  has  grown  of  shallowness,  of  empty-minded  fools  with  no  challenge  and  no  depth.  Bruce  poses  the  opposite;  a  challenge,  complexity  that  beckons  her  to  explore.  But  she's  not  one  to  waste  such  a  gift  by  being  too  gluttonous.  She  likes  the  process,  the  things  he  willingly  volunteers  to  show,  the  slow  unraveling  of  a  man  whose  mind  treads  endless  paths  within  itself.

ㅤㅤ  ㅤㅤAnd  my,  he  is  a  master  at  this,  all  the  subtleties  of  body  language.  What  might  be  obvious  between  the  two  of  them  will  remain  unnoticed  by  the  company  outside  the  door  of  one  of  Wayne  Manor's  many  recreation  rooms.  After  all,  who  would  dare  question  a  known  playboy  like  Bruce  Wayne  is chatting  up  one  of  the  most  influential  women  in  modern  day  business?  He'd  even  managed  to  fool  her  the  first  time  they  met,  so  committed  to  his  act  that  she  hadn't  bothered  to  look  into  his  mind.  Oh,  but  it's  much  more  fun  now  that  she  knows  he's  a  true  player,  not  a  pawn.

ㅤㅤ  ㅤㅤEmma  allows  the  silence  to  stand  for  a  moment  longer,  reading  his  eyes,  not  his  mind.  ❝ Is  this  your  game,  Bruce?  Ambiguous  touches?  Trying  to  provoke  a  reaction?  ❞  She  knows  men  and  their  games,  but  Bruce  has  a  class  to  him  that  many  of  them  lack.  An  intelligence  behind  every  action.  Calculated,  even  in  this  regard.  ❝ You  like  the  chase,  don't  you?  It  gives  you  power.  Control.  Could  you  even  bear  to  be  the  one  that's  caught  for  once?  ❞  Though  he  put  distance  between  them,  Emma  dares  to  defy  it,  stepping  closer,  her  chin  tilted  up  to  look  into  his  eyes.  ❝ I'm  not  reading  your  mind,  if  that's  what  you're  wondering.  I'd  like  to  think  there  is  some  degree  of  trust  between  us  now,  granted  what  I  know  of  your  hobbies.  So  if  you're  going  to  make  a  move  .  .  .  ❞  she  reaches,  silk-covered  fingers  grazing  across  his  gloved  wrist,  ❝ .  .  .  commit  to  it,  darling.  ❞

[batsmyth]

Stillness    had    always    been    one    of    his    sharpest    tools    —    a    kind    of    armor    that    let    others    show    their    hand    first.    Emma    Frost,    though...    she    never    played    by    anyone    else’s    rules.    That    was    the    allure.    The    danger.    The    truth.    He    watched    her    hand    brush    his    wrist,    that    slight    graze    deliberate    in    its    softness,    not    a    threat    —    but    a    dare.    She    was    always    issuing    dares,    wasn't    she?    But    this    one    wasn't    about    dominance,    not    entirely.    It    was    about    something    else.    Something    she    didn’t    quite    say    but    lingered    between    her    breaths    and    the    lilt    of    her    voice:    the    offer    of    equal    footing    —    the    only    thing    he    never    let    anyone    have.

His    voice,    when    it    came,    was    low.    Measured.    “I    don’t    like    games,    Emma,”    he    said,    eyes    locked    to    hers.    “Games    are    for    people    with    the    luxury    of    wasting    time.    What    I    do    is...    strategy.”    But    he    wasn’t    pulling    away.    He    stepped    forward    instead,    closing    the    space    she    had    narrowed,    the    distance    shrinking    like    a    thread    winding    tight.    “You    think    control    is    the    point.    It’s    not.    It’s    what    I    lose    that    matters.”    His    gaze    dropped,    for    a    beat,    to    her    hand.    The    touch    hadn’t    burned,    but    it    lingered,    sparking    that    tension    he    buried    beneath    Kevlar    and    secrets.

Bruce    raised    his    gloved    hand,    covering    hers.    Not    forcefully.    Not    demanding.    But    with    intent.    Commit    to    it,    she    said.    “I’ve    been    caught    before,”    he    murmured.    “It    never    ends    well.”    A    pause.    A    flicker    of    that    rare    vulnerability    behind    his    armor.    Then,    almost    inaudibly,    “But    you’re    not    most    people.”    He    leaned    in    just    enough    for    his    breath    to    ghost    her    temple,    voice    barely    above    a    whisper.    “Just    don’t    mistake    silence    for    indecision.    I    feel    everything.”

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he's  still  not  entirely  sure  how  he  ended  up  here,  standing  in  a  gotham  penthouse  without  some  overcomplicated  mission  or  half  -  cocked  attempt  to  play  as  a  spy  to  justify  his  presence  there     —     let  alone  how  he  wound  up  in  a  penthouse  suite  with  bruce  wayne,  of  all  people,  for  company.  clint  is  wholly  and  undeniably  out  of  place  no  matter  how  he  tries  to  spin  it  and  it  leaves  him  feeling  slightly  off  -  kilter,  like  he's  been  pushed  out  onto  a  fraying  tightrope  without  a  safety  net  and  he's  still  got  an  impossible  shot  to  make.  it  isn't  enough  to  dull  the  easy  grin  he  shoots  at  wayne  once  he  finally  turns  to  offer  his  attention,  something  bright  and  a  touch  too  confident,  but  there's  a  lingering  uncertainty  he  can't  quite  shake  even  with  his  mouth  running  faster  than  his  brain. 

❝  i  call  things  how  i  see  ‘em,  wayne.  thought  that’d  be  the  kind  of  thing  you'd  like.  ❞     its  easy  to  take  the  compliment  as  an  invitation  to  wander  further  into  the  room  as  though  he  belongs  there,  hands  tucked  into  the  pockets  of  his  battered  suit  as  he  spares  a  quick  glance  for  the  rest  of  the  room.  no  obvious  traps,  though  he  knows  better  than  to  blindly  trust  such  a  quick  review.     ❝ say  it's  a  statement  of  fact,  if  that's  better  than  flattery.  ❞

there's  something  off  about  the  guy,  even  if  he  is  a  pretty  face.  a  disconnect,  maybe,  like  he's  trying  too  hard  at  whatever  he's  doing  for  it  to  land  properly     —     something  wrong  about  the  look  in  his  eyes,  something  that  doesn't  quite  match  his  words.  all  wayne's  composure  and  charming  smirks  only  serve  to  set  off  the  same  part  of  clint's  brain  that  usually  flares  to  life  whenever  he's  dealing  with  nat,  but  maybe  rich  people  and  spies  have  more  in  common  than  he  realized.

the  question  earns  an  easy  laugh,  something  genuinely  amused  despite  the  edge  of  surprise  curling  around  the  edge  of  the  sound,  before  he's  reaching  over  to  try  and  pluck  the  glass  from  wayne's  hand  with  deft  fingers.  it's  a  gamble,  the  way  everything  else  has  been,  but  it  isn't  like  he's  got  anything  to  lose.     ❝ i've  got  more  arrows  than  i  know  what  to  do  with,  don't  worry.  so,  you  think  that  everyone  who  hits  on  you  wants  your  money?  ❞

[batsmyth]

Bruce    watches    Clint    with    that    unreadable    stillness    he's    mastered    —    the    kind    that    makes    people    uncomfortable    even    when    he    smiles.    He    doesn't    move    at    first,    doesn’t    blink    or    shift    as    Clint    approaches    like    this    is    his    space    and    not    Bruce's,    like    he's    earned    the    right    to    lean    into    familiarity.    That    quiet    assessment    is    part    instinct,    part    control.    He's    been    judged    by    sharper    eyes    than    Clint.    But    there's    something    different    about    this    one—    blunt    where    most    are    polite,    cocky    where    most    are    cautious.    That    honesty    feels    like    a    rare    currency    in    a    room    usually    built    on    illusion.

His    fingers    twitch    slightly    as    Clint    goes    for    the    glass,    not    quite    resisting,    but    not    offering    it    either.    He    lets    the    archer    take    it    —    a    small    allowance,    deliberate.    Trust    is    a    weapon    in    this    game,    and    Bruce    knows    exactly    how    to    let    it    be    seen    without    ever    fully    surrendering    to    it.    “People    who    hit    on    me    usually    want    something,”    Bruce    says,    voice    low    and    even,    not    cold,    but    tempered    like    steel    fresh    from    the    forge.    “Money’s    just    the    easiest    explanation.”

He    walks    past    Clint    then,    slow    and    casual,    hands    clasped    behind    his    back    as    if    pacing    were    a    habit    he    can’t    break.    His    tone    shifts,    not    warmer,    just    realer    —    an    edge    of    curiosity    beneath    the    composure.    “You    don’t    strike    me    as    someone    who    wants    anything    he    doesn’t    already    have    a    plan    to    take.”

There’s    a    pause    —    a    breath,    no    more    —    before    he    glances    over    his    shoulder,    just    enough    to    meet    Clint’s    eyes.    “So    if    you’re    here,    …    either    you’re    after    something    you    can’t    name    yet,    or    you’re    exactly    where    you’re    supposed    to    be.”    His    lips    curve,    but    it's    not    a    smirk.    Not    exactly.    “Which    one    is    it?”

[batsmyth]

if your muse wants to know how they fare in batman's threat scale as well the contingency plan, let me know.

[batsmyth]

this is sexy of him.

[batsmyth]

bruce, seeing justin once again on his messages:

[batsmyth]

its so fun to make those contingency plans so if your muse wants to know how they scale in his threat list as well contingency plans, hit the heart and i will make a post about it.

[batsmyth]

green arrow/ollie being one of his closest friends must upset the archer community.

[batsmyth]

alfred, when bruce brings a woman to the manor:

babies, when?

[batsmyth]

now i am sad thinking he likely has contingencies for his children too.

[batfleckgifs]

BATMAN V SUPERMAN : DAWN OF JUSTICE DIR. ZACK SNYDER ‧ 2016

[batsmyth]

bruce is part of the billionaire boys club but he is also the reluctant one who will not join everyone unless alfred told him.