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i want to add owlman. but not like the thomas-not-bruce owlman the original earth 2 one who IS very much bruce. this new comic is awakening my fucking obsession with tommy

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@becomeabat // wayne enterprises

Pamela was ecstatic. Just a few months after graduating top of her class from Gotham University, she had already been offered a job at Wayne Enterprises. With her background in botany and toxicology, she had been made the head of a new department in the company tasked with studying a rare, exotic plant and its effects on humans. Any findings were supposed to be reported back to her superior. It was a good, well-paying position-- a chance for her to garner some serious experience. Things were finally beginning to look up.

It was her first day and despite the nervousness she felt starting, she was just excited to be given such an amazing opportunity. Standing outside of a set of closed doors, she ran her hands along the knitted vest she was wearing-- a thrifted piece that went perfectly over the orange blouse underneath it. With a sigh, she was ushered into the room by the man she was about to meet with personal assistant. Adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose, she moved towards the large mahogony desk in front of a set of large windows. She could see all of Gotham City from the office. "Bruce Wayne," she starts politely, approaching the man so she could shake his hand. "I'm Pamela Isely. It's a pleasure to meet you."

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bruce holds up one finger to stop her. “jess, sweetheart - “ he sighs as a woman talks on the other end of the phone. “jess! jess, listen to me -”

he makes a face into the receiver. another hookup, this one upset about him leaving. well, that figures. what did she expect, romance? she must’ve heard the stories about him. he’s glad, though. if she didn’t call he might have to get barbara or dick to pretend to be someone on the line. he has a reputation to keep, after all.

he turns to smile with all his teeth. pamela isley, the head of one of the new subdivisions for plant study. he shakes, squeezing just enough to be overbearing. “fantastic to meet you. you’re one of lucius’s new hires?” as if he hadn’t looked over it.

[becomeabat]

@dentssociative​

– the left hand can’t believe that the right hand is moving!

the once-uproarious gala is silent, all but three people are crouched on the floor behind tables and in corners. two-face has a gun wedged beneath the chin of bruce’s current arm candy. bruce is standing in front of him.

it feels right– this hatred of an absolute stranger for reasons he can’t figure out. he wants to kill her, wants to watch bruce suffer and mourn, even though bruce has had plenty of it already. had more than his fill of mourning. but there’s too much anger, and betrayal, and everything is too loud, he just needs.. to hurt someone.

he lowers the gun. he doesn’t want to lower the gun but… it’s bruce.  he can’t, won’t shoot him. (the unlucky bastard gets hurt enough on all those stupid  skiing trips ones he never invited harvey to.)

bruce still sees them as friends. he’s being open and vunerable and two-face holsters the gun to press his palm to his eye.

– what are you doing? you’re hurting him!

– i have to!

– why?

– because.

– that’s not a reason.

– because im angry. because he abandoned me. because he deserves this. because i deserve this!

– but he didn’t. he’s here. he cares. he wants to be friends again.

fine! fine! he lifts his head and looks at bruce, lets the woman go. takes a step back. his eye stays locked on bruce, still itching for a fight. and yet, the idea of friendship, of figuring things out, brings an edge of hope to his wary anger.

julia’s slender frame shakes on bruce’s arm, her breath coming shallowly. bruce can feel it next to him. every tendon and nerve is wound tight but he knows that he won’t be able to get harvey away from her before he’d be able to pull the trigger. his eyes are cold, body bracing for impact.

harvey slowly lowers the gun and inside him there is a deep sigh of relief. jump him, batman wants. he wants harvey to stop hurting other people.

bruce can’t do that. instead,  harvey is angry at him; if he can redirect his rage to bruce - bruce, only. there are too many people in this room if harvey breaks down and starts shooting. there has to be focus on him.

right now, though, harvey is only focusing on his alters. it’s not the first time by a long shot that bruce wishes he could hear whatever they’re saying inside harvey’s head. he needs to get in there.

he slowly nudges julia behind him with one broad, suited shoulder, stepping forward so that he’s the first person harvey sees. “harvey, listen to me.” harvey is the one of them he knows best, the one he’s pretty sure is talking to him - he doesn’t sound like anyone else. “you don’t have to do this. none of you have to do this.” he takes a breath. “i’m not trying to let you go. any of you, janice. i’m deciding to hold on.” a pause. he has to talk him down. “whatever problem you have, i’ll listen to it. you don’t have to hurt people for me to listen.”

[lifeinpoetry]

When has blood ever stopped men? Why would it?

 Airea D. Matthews, from “Letters to My Would-Be Lover on Geometry and Ponds,” Simulacra (via lifeinpoetry)

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Incorrect DC quotes

[becomeabat]

kinda wanna a make a blog for renegade!au robin from tt, but i already have too many XD

[becomeabat]

batman transforming into brucie wayne

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[i have an au just go with it]

– WIRY TEEN JUST GOT HIS WRIST BRACE OFF. Immediately decides to fuck it up on a dare. (at least if he breaks it, it’ll be doing something fun.)

He’d never really been in the caves before. The harnesses involved are heavy and confusing. He holds his arms up so Bruce can help him with the harnesses. All these clips and knots he doesn’t understand. The proximity is warm and his skin tingles. Hopefully Bruce can’t see the strange mix of puppy-love and cat-in-the-cream expression as Bruce helps him clip onto the rope with a final tug.

He just– jumps off. Like he’s done it his whole life, like there’s nothing wrong with trusting an inch-thick piece of nylon to keep you from plummeting into however deep the floor is in that darkness.

❝  go on .  do it .  if you really think you can .  ❞ // @becomeabat​

Bruce is rappelling down like he’s done it all his life. His voice echoes as he calls up over the ledge to taunt Harv.

Fine! Fine. Harv positions his toes right over the ledge and leans back, kicks himself off. He drops all of an inch before the descender catches him. A yelp echoes off the cave walls

Harv makes his way down to the ground floor with only three more yelps as he messes up the timing.

“So who decided to build over a cave?”

[becomeabat]

FEAR must be conquered. bruce has been ruled by fear before. it was a weakness. his hands are steady when he ties their harnesses - progress, focusing on knots he’s practiced a hundred times before, tying them with ease. he grits his teeth and forces himself off the edge, into the darkness. his hands must be steady. he must be BRAVE. conquering fear is the first step in a long line of things he must do to . . . well, he hasn’t decided what, exactly.

something IMPORTANT. something BIG. the thing he’s been hurtling towards all his life.

he has to nudge harvey forwards. harvey can conquer fear, too, he just needs a little convincing. bruce wonders if it’s a source of weakness on his own part to bring a friend, but on all the caving manuals he’d read it said that was necessary. so harvey comes too.

he’s grateful for the chance to dispense information. “batholemew wayne the second. he built the mansion. there’s a chance the mansion isn’t over the caves.” bruce hits the bottom, tightening the rope. his breath is shallower and he forces himself to breathe deeply.

fear must be conquered.

he’ll never be able to do anything if he doesn’t conquer his fear. and to conquer it, he has to face it: face the caves from when he was young, a blurry memory of fear and darkness. now he’s going to return to WIN against it, with a friend and training and a flashlight.

“we’ll have to explore and find out.” he’s excited, and it shows in his voice. he has a map of the little bit that has been mapped, about fifty years ago, but he has a pencil and paper to make new marks. to find new territory. to conquer his vices.

[becomeabat]

❝  i cared about you .  what a mistake that was .  ❞ // @magicfought

bruce doesn’t look at her. “you’re upset. i see that.” his hands fist on the dining chair. all she can see is his back, shoulders stiff, covered in a suit worth thousands of dollars. zee is slipping out from between his fingers, brows turned down in a dark look. he tries to find the right words - to tell her she shouldn’t be angry, or that he understands, or that she shouldn’t walk out the door.

i didn’t ask you to care about me, a bitter part of him says. a breath. “i’m not going to stop. i’m not going to give this up,” batman tells her. bruce might but bruce is inextricably connected, down to the bones. has been . . . for his whole life. he doesn’t know why zee doesn’t understand that; she’s known him this long.

[becomeabat]

txllymarked​:

“Yes, as opposed to me.” He laughs, the low sound bouncing off pavement and brick. Victor’s chosen perch- a fire escape -gives him a clear view of the vigilante, but the Bat isn’t close enough for him to strike, not yet. No matter, he’s just as fond of the chase as the kill.

“And we’re really just the same, aren’t we?” His voice is a malevolent purr as he shifts, just slightly, to prepare for the inevitable lunge. “Hunters in the dark. Me, the fresh ones, zombies, clean of blood, and you… well.”

Another chuckle. “You’re hunting me.”

“someone has to.” batman has to keep him talking. the ears in his cowl pick up sounds and reach his ears, bruce pausing in the silence to locate where the sound is coming from. it echoes around him in the alley, batman slowly zoning in on where he is. he steps forwards. “you’re a killer. i’m here to stop you. that’s all that matters.” 

he doesn’t stop as in a flurry of motion he pulls a batarang between his fingers, turning and throwing it with his formidable strength towards the top of the fire escape. the aim isn’t perfect but it will flush him out, force him into a place where batman can break him. take him in. make him stop killing.

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7. Batman catches Joker naked // @onebadday

he’s in the shadows of the window, watching. the only thing visible against the light is the very tips of his ears, indistinguishable from leaves in the night wind. joker is skinny, smaller even than he’d imagined without the dramatic pretenses and the gaudy clothes. his bones are prominent, skin almost blindingly white and scarred. it draws him in in a twisted way he can’t explain - seeing his worst enemy so vulnerable.

from here, he can see the cuts and bruises that he himself inflicted, and it brings him a swirling sense of satisfaction to know that he must be hurting. he has too many scars to count from joker, cursed things scattered across every part of his body. it’s only fair that it go both ways.

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As she ran her hands over her face, Mary felt dried blood scratch and flake under her fingertips; the soft jingle of handcuffs – like bells, little silver bells – almost made an ache start up in the space between her eyes. She kept her hands over her eyes, resting her elbows on her knees.

The sound of the holding cell door opening made her groan. For just a beat, she thought about stretching out facedown on the cement floor.

“Just put me in the goddamn Arkham van already, I’m not gonna answer any more—” She stopped. Through the gaps in her fingers, she had spotted the very much not­-a-cop who had come to see her. “Oh. It’s you.”

[becomeabat]

batman lurks in the shadows, eyes narrowed. the cops are taking a break; he has about five minutes before they come back. batman wants to scare her, but the smarter part of him is advising a lighter touch - at the very least, dahl isn’t as insane nor as violent as some of the others.

a combined approach, then. he lurks in the shadows, even his eyes hidden, watching her. “you were with harley quinn. she told you something.” he’ll catch up with harley later but it’s better to try to get something from mary. she’d been causing havoc but he has reason to believe harley is up to worse things - possibly breaking out the joker, possibly getting her hands on more munitions. 

[becomeabat]

❝ can’t let me go , can you ? you never could . ❞ // @dentssociated

bruce’s face is a carefully constructed marble figure. he looks into harvey’s eyes - one staring back at him, the other acid-ruined and barely there. batman is pushing back on his emotions. he’ll never be able to say what he wants to say if they take him over, dizzying in their intensity. “i choose not to,” he says, stepping forwards. “i’m not going to let you go, harvey. you - all of you - you don’t have to do this.”

is there - sweat on his hands? batman is incredulous and bruce tilts his head, looking at harvey. “we’ve been friends for all these years. i never stopped being your friend. and now i’m asking you to come back to me.”

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         𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖞 / 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝖒𝖊                                                

                                         Victor Zsasz :  as cut by Trick

[becomeabat]

"Don't worry, old man. I got you." // @robingrinned

bruce - batman coughs. something barely perceptible spatters on his gloves. blood. he’d known that he’d broken a few ribs, but from the blood in his mouth after the adrenaline’s worn off, he must have a lot more internal damage than he’d noticed. fuck. that’s what he gets for the numbing painkillers. he touches his stomach to make sure he wasn’t stabbed and didn’t notice, he grabs jason to heave himself up more easily.

“he went south, towards the river.” batman takes a few steps before falling against the brick wall. the agony takes over his body in waves as he’s cut off with a low gasp. more blood in his mouth, clotting around his teeth. this is worse than he thought. in a fight, he might be able to make it, but walking is harder. “help me. i need to find him.”

[becomeabat]

onebadday​:

The world spins when Batman hoists him up and slams him on the ground. The rushing wind and sudden harshness of the floor is enough to cause ringing in his ears. Joker cracks a gurgled laugh, somewhere stuck between his throat and heaving lungs. Seeing double the Bat cracks him up and Joker’s eyes refocus on the heavy anger as a merciless boot crushes his arm. Pain blooms like the Fourth of July, flooding his head with all types of chemicals. He can’t stop laughing. It’s just so funny.

“You won’t get to them in time, Batsy. Give up! What’s a few more rats to be swallowed up by Gotham’s dark prince, Hrm?”

“you’re sick,” he rasps. at least with a broken arm he’ll be less dangerous. marginally. he straddles joker’s legs before pulling aside his coat and digging in the pockets. there’s probably something sharp in there and he wouldn’t if he didn’t have his heavy gloves around his fingers. he’s seen the razorblades they pull out of him when they treat him in arkham. 

there has to be some kind of clue. “i’m going to find them. i’m leaving you here for the GCPD.” joker’s been out of arkham for too long. wreaking too much havoc. ruining too many lives, before bruce can catch him and fix the city. sew up one of her wounds, at least temporarily. he pulls as much as he can out of joker’s pockets.

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❝Well, well, well…❞ Ed greets him with a grin, leaning forwards, his elbows on the table and hands below his chin as if in prayer. ❝Isn’t it the best detective...in the world, is it? Or Gotham? Because I am interested in how we have reached that conclusion.❞ Batman is smart indeed, but best detective? No. Ed is. Only unlike the bat, he does not possess wealth to invest in gadgets to aid him. In another life, he could have stolen such devices, but he is no longer that kind of man. 

Whether the other man has responded to his question or not, Ed gestures for the other to sit — a request that will be most likely be ignored — and continues ❝I do not assume this is a social visit. So…what can I do for you?❞ Why does the greatest detective need his help? Why does he need anyone’s help, hm? No, Ed already knows what Batman was, but why make this easy for him?

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batman waits in the shadows until nygma tires himself out gloating. batman has never claimed to be any kind of great detective; the earliest person he remembers saying such things was gordon, and the most insistent of them ra’s al ghul. but nygma needs his rivalry like he needs to breathe, and if batman is to get what he wants, he’ll play on it. “i don’t need your help.” pretend to care - egg him on. that’s what makes the riddler slip up, what makes him jump ahead of himself and spill his guts in a need to be the best.

“i’m here to gather information. you took a case for bruce wayne.” he had; bruce had been there, throwing obscene amounts of money around. bruce had been asking about a murder - the same murder bruce is working on. he didn’t have nearly as much information as batman. batman knows that the case is connected to one of nygma’s old associates - it’s a quest for information he might know but also a test. to see if he’s really . . . changed. bruce wants to believe it, but batman knows not to trust at first glance.