Where BriBats Fly

Just a lil' place to post DC comic based fics, argue with myself, and what not.

[icaffs]

( Dick storming into the room )

Dick: I HATE EVERYTHING

Bruce: what happened this time

Dick: I entered a nightwing lookalike contest

Bruce: why ?

Dick: Roy bet me fifty dollars I would loose

Dick: and I did loos

Bruce:

Dick: TO JASON

Jason: ( cackling from the room next door )

[bribats]

Leave - Damian Wayne

He didn’t look back. No, Damian Wayne was not the sort of person who would indulge that way.  Besides, all it would do was hurt his own feelings. Nobody was going to fly out the door to stop him. To remind him he belonged. To beg him to rethink leaving.

He did give them a chance, though.  He didn’t run, or rush. He walked – every step measured, calm. Every step crushing.

He hadn’t expected them to tell him to stay. That his home was with his family.

He hadn’t expected them to care.

But it still hurt that they didn’t.

[bribats]

Glove - Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson hadn’t meant to try the suit on when he’d unfurled it from the storage case. No, he’d meant to look – to hold it, maybe. But then he’d seen it, the red and the green, the yellow – the fabric he’d practically lived in for so many years.

The suit fit like a glove – like it was made just for him.  Of course it did. It was, after all, his family’s uniform. His family colors.  

His father’s suit.

Not the one he’d died in. A back-up. A spare.

It was funny, how strange it felt, like revisiting an old home.

[bribats]

Placid - Damian Wayne

The sky was falling in buckets and bails, rain that came so hard and unrelenting that the streets were rushing rivers around them.  Cries of panic – basement-dwelling families flooded out, cars swept off-course, alarms blaring as water breached their doors and barricades – drowned under the sound of it.

Batman could handle the people.  But soaked to the bone – so cold he could hardly stand – Robin took on another task. He half-swam, half-flailed as he made his way to another animal shelter. Per the website, they had sixteen dogs. Countless kittens.

This one, he hoped, would still have some left alive.

[bribats]

I've had so many family members in and out of the hospital this month, I'm legitimately incapable of focusing on anything for more than about 100 words. Which really isn't helping me edit so I can post the next chapter of Palace of Wisdom, which I'd really like to do.

[bribats]

Attempting to order every single comic featuring Klarion in it for research purposes. This is weirdly difficult? Why are all the lists so... short?

[wesavegotham]

I know Fraction is probably not going to do anything with it because he doesn't care about Damian and is absolute shit at writing him, but with operation Peregrine looming over the batfamily Bruce's last talk with Damian is simply triggering alarm bells in me.

Bruce's shattered Damian's world before he died (the artwork is not subtle) with his words before and now we have another event set out to take out batfamily members and Bruce was again a shit father and person to Damian.

I just don't feel like this conflict will be resolved by talking and hugging it out. It feels too much like Bruce will be made to regret his words and actions by something bad happening to Damian.

[wesavegotham]

Especially with the "Before you get someone killed" setup.

Yeah...I'm kind of concerned that Damian will take Bruce's words so much to heart that it's going to cost him.

[wesavegotham]

Even writers who tried to take the blame somewhat off Damian only acted like Damian did it out of good intentions: Freeing Gotham and Alfred when nobody else was doing anything (Robin 2021 if you are wondering. Or it was a special issue for the Shadow War event. I'm not sure) with Bruce saying it's his fault for making Damian feel like he had to act on his own.

Which is not what fucking happened in City of Bane!!!!

Damian is 100% blameless, he followed Bruce's orders and Alfred lied to Bruce!!! It's there in the text! Several times even!

[aliteralchicken]

You ever think about how many female characters in DC died because of acts of violence committed by men and how the well of souls reincarnates the souls of women who died because of acts of violence committed by men into amazons, meaning DC could very easily bring those (usually fridged) women back to life as amazons

[wesavegotham]

"Raising him is so, so hard"

I mean, try to imagine that from Damian's side. What it must feel like to have a single father raising you who seems to hate you on a personal level and spends most of his day playing a role in which he apparently doesn't think of himself as your father :)

And he's not even any better when he gets out of his silly costume.

[bribats]

Whisper - Tim Drake

He didn’t need to scream – not with Kon. No, he could whisper his desperate need for help.  He could mumble it, through a mouth numb with drugs, and Kon would hear.

The words were slurry. Soft as air.

But he believed.

Even as the drugs ate away at his vision.

Even as he knew that it was his last – his only – hope.

Batman wouldn’t be back on world for a few more days. Too many days.

Oracle—

Well, he hadn’t exactly told her he was following a lead. Hadn’t thought to leave a note. Hadn’t thought he’d need one.

“Kon… “

[bribats]

Beguile - Damian Wayne

Damian Wayne could, for a short while, pretend to be as charming – as alluring, as beguiling – as his brothers.  He could entrance people with a combination of looks and words.

He could do it.

But unlike Grayson, who could maintain it for days when needed, or Tim who slipped into the act like he was slipping into a new coat, it took a little warmup time to get there.

And it never lasted.

Not for long.

Not long enough to get through a full day of school, anyway.

Especially after that public call out.

“Why do you talk so funny?”

[bribats]

So one of the first things I fell in love with when I rediscovered comic books was The Boy Wonder. And so I dutifully set about collecting... all of it.

Y'allllll, covers 2 & 3 B both shipped earlier today! I will finally have ALL of them! And the hardcover, obviously, for reading.

Also, why are there not more books Boy Wonder? Or are there, and I'm just not finding them?! It's such perfection.

[bribats]

Forest - Jason Todd

The air was alive, but gentle as it whispered through trees and grass.  Jason Todd – a mountain of man standing on the top of a hill – breathed it in. Filled his lungs with all that quiet. With a calm that inside Gotham city was as elusive as sunshine.

It was easier to breathe outside the city.  It let go of the weight that hung so heavily on his back. He stood a little straighter. Walked a little more carelessly.  He dreamed, a little more gently.

The rest of this life didn’t matter, there. None of his baggage.

A nice reprieve.

[bribats]

Passion - Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson sat at a small table in a small coffee shop, clutching a drink that might as well have been all but a thimble, feeling as small as the drink.

Yeah, so he’d been impulsive.  Had chased down his own desires instead of thinking about other people’s feelings.

Perhaps selfish.

But hadn’t he earned that? Hadn’t he earned the right to be a little selfish?

To spread his wings, figure out what really made him happy?

To chase a passion that had nothing to do with Bruce, or Batman, or his family tragedy?

Didn’t he get to live, too?

[bribats]

Staggering - Tim Drake

The force of the kick sent Tim Drake staggering off the practice mats.

“Hey!”  He squawked. “This is supposed to be a friendly sparing match!”

“Tt,” his opponent clicked, dismissively, “that was friendly.”

“No, it--”

“You’ve been dropping your right side for the last two weeks.”

Two weeks. That tracked. It had been two weeks since he’d chased the wrong goon into the wrong alley and gotten a little more than he could manage. Fourteen waiting men, all of them armed and ready for him.

He wasn’t about to admit it, though. “The only one getting sloppy here is you!”

[bribats]

Y'all I am so not going down the Klarion rabbit hole with a Steph/Klarion fic in mind. I am not. I am not. I am...

Well hells, but I might be.