New account dedicated to Batman/Bruce Wayne whump.
I will mainly post short prompts and a few ficletts.
Fanart or fanfics based on my post are greatly welcome.
Ask box will also be open.
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@brucewhumppage
New account dedicated to Batman/Bruce Wayne whump.
I will mainly post short prompts and a few ficletts.
Fanart or fanfics based on my post are greatly welcome.
Ask box will also be open.
New idea : time travel/magic where the Batkids actually see important events that shaped Bruce, feat. Alfred, and realise that Bruce is a cycle breaker who tries his best. - @superblyscentedflower
The spell seemed harmless enough, the batkids had returned in less then an hour. Bruce had panicked of course, he had began his search for them already (not that he would admit that), but they were unharmed.
Yet the kids seemed.. off.
They looked at Bruce like he was something to be pitied, like he was fragile.
"What's happened? Are you hurt?"
"I- No, no injuries."
"Good, good.." Bruce wondered if asking 'what happened' another time would be 'crossing another boundary', he decided he didn't want to risk it. If they wanted to tell him, they would come to him.. Probably.
"Let's go home, Alfred is just as worried as I am."
The kids stiffened, which would've gone unnoticed, but not by the world's greatest detective, not by batman, not by their dad.
"..Are you sure you're feeling okay..?"
"Fine Bruce, let's go home."
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The car ride was quiet and a bit tense, with looks being shared between the kids and then towards Bruce. Bruce has absolutely zero clue what happened for any of this to make sense but decides against prying.
They would come to him, they should come to him. But he can't help giving worried glances in the mirror, what has happened?
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Some time earlier.
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The kids stood up —after the dizzyness had faded and their vision had returned to normal— to check in on eachother and their surroundings.
They were at the manor, but something was off. It seemed too cold, too distant, too silent. Like no one had lived there in a long while and the only thing that suggested otherwise was the fact that everything was clean.
Not a spec of dust to be seen. Not a sound to be heard.
"Where... Are we?"
No one had an answer, it was the manor but.. it also wasn't.
"Shh, I hear something"
Scratching. And without communicating any more, the 7 of them moved in perfect unison. In perfect order, like a milatairy force if you will.
While they made their way towards the noise they could hear another, faint crying. Although they didn't really hear the crying itself, they heard the faint gasping for air.
The cries of a child who wasn't allowed to be heard. And maybe that hit some of them harder then the rest.
When the kids came close enough to identify where the noise came from —a cubboard— the noises stopped. Replaced by a hoarse voice,
"Alfred..?"
The kids weren't even near the door yet, how did this kid-
"I promise I won't run along the corrdors again, just let me out Alfred."
And while the safest choice was probably to back away slowely, Tim couldn't let this slide. So he made his way to the door, stopping in front & putting a hand on the expansive wood.
"We're not Alfred, little guy."
Tim could practicly hear the gears turning in the kid's head.
"Who are you?" The voice was not trembling anymore, but it was hoarse. Like he'd been screaming... Oh. Oh..
Hmm depression
Bruce turning into a kid again for whatever reason
And at first he is serious and scared bc duh who are this people and where are his parents? And batkids kinda expect that from Bruce
But what they didn’t expected was how quickly Bruce trust them and not only that, he is a ball of sunshine and rainbows
shane asks sveta to bring him back some soil from irinas grave
sure, it’s just soil, not her actual ashes or even her real gravestone (though sveta did consider chipping a corner off but ultimately decided against that)
and so shane brings the little pot of soil to his their cottage and plants a cherry tree that will blossom in the spring-summer time and be a place of beauty and peace for ilya to remember his mother
Shane and Bood are instant friends much to Ilya’s confusion. Zane comes in and starts talking to Shane like he’s been on the team for years. He tells Shane about the vacation he and Cassie went on and that he liked the photos Ilya had sent from their honeymoon. After their showers, Bood asks Shane what he thought of the AHL call ups at camp, particularly the defenseman from Edmonton who seems particularly promising. Shane doesn’t seem uncomfortable, so Ilya stays out of these structured conversations Zane is creating for them, and is pleased to hear Shane talk about him to Yuna over dinner that weekend.
By the next week, Shane is chatting with Zane as much as Ilya during practice, coming up with drills for the team to run through and nagging him about the way his left skate turns out when he’s shooting. Ilya is genuinely pleased even through his surprise when Shane mentions that they are going to babysit for Bood the next Tuesday so he can take Cassie out for a date night. Apparently they had worked it out at lunch. Wyatt had offered, but Lisa was working a double and would appreciate him home and paying attention to her that night, so Shane had suggested that he and Ilya do it.
Wyatt had worked his way into this dynamic at some point, gravitating over to Zane and Shane in the locker room for casual conversation and logistical discussions. Shane didn’t really know anything about superheroes, but Wyatt was totally cool with that and happy to explain, so Shane didn’t mind the detailed explanations about heroes and powers and comic books.
Ilya floats around, comfortably social as Captain once more without a secret life beyond hockey. He had hovered around Shane slightly the first week, but more often than not finds himself with Troy and Luca, only glancing at Shane for an occasional visual check in. Shane doesn’t like Troy yet and he hasn’t figured out how to talk to Luca without feeling like he’s gonna be asked for an autograph, so he waits for Ilya to break off and check on him throughout the day. When they get in the car to go home, Ilya gives Shane the full run down of everything that happened that day as Shane fills in any gaps he can.
They eat dinner on the couch with their legs tangled together. They suck each other off in the kitchen washing dishes. They shower together with Ilya’s lavender scented body wash. Shane reads in bed with Ilya’s head in his lap. They turn off the lamp and set an alarm. They fall asleep, one arm thrown across the other man’s hip. They’re in the same bed. In the same city. On the same team. And Shane is friends with Zane Boodram like they’ve played together for years.
"Why do you always make up lies about me?"
Bruce asked, so quietly that at first he thought he hadn't actually spoken the question aloud. But Jason turned his head from where he was working at the bench in the cave, fixing up whatever broken gadget he had.
"What? What do you mean?"
"The insinuations. The 'jokes'. Why?"
There had been a...change, certainly, after Jason had come back from death. There were more over time, especially after they managed to explain his death away and bring him back to legally living status, through no small amount of headache and paperwork. That the wrong body had been identified in that explosion years ago, that Jason had actually been alive in a foreign country this entire time.
It wasn't perfect, but it had worked.
But then Jason had started a new, terrible habit, seemingly out of thin air one day.
These....jokes.
Bruce hesitated to call them that. He didn't find them funny. They never sounded like jokes at all. He thought even the Joker wouldn't find them amusing in the slightest. The League sure hadn't, either.
At first they had been hit or miss, strange little things that popped up every now and again in a conversation that derailed it entirely. They made Bruce incredibly uncomfortable, what these things implied, but most times they were laughed off easily enough by whatever audience happened to be in the room. Jason only ever made these comments around others. Never in private.
Bruce wanted to ask him to stop, to ask where the hell these things were coming from, but Jason always changed the conversation onto something else smoothly enough. Usually the audience was quick to want to change the topic as well. Bruce tried asking him in private, after the ones he'd been witness to, why he was making these comments. But Jason brushed him off every time.
All of Bruce's League friends pull away from him - why wouldn't they, those are some pretty horrible allegations, none of them want to be friends with such a person. They even hold a meeting about kicking Batman off the team, voted for unanimously. They don't believe Dick's words because everyone knows he is loyal to Bruce like no one else. They don't believe Tim and Damian because they're young and impressionable. They could be just scared to speak the truth. They don't believe Barbara because she isn't part of the family and might not be privy to everything that goes on behind the doors. They don't believe Duke, as he hasn't been part of the family that long.
It's only when Jason himself, while holding the lasso of truth, says that he lied that they believe them. The weight of their disappointed stares will follow Jason for a long time.
Fic where Bruce is spelled and his thoughts become audible so everyone realises Bruce thinks they all secretly (/not-so-secretly) hate him and demand to know why.
"Why. Why would you think we hate you?
And they hear their own voices flash through Bruce's mind, insulting him, degrading him, everything that they said in the wake of Jason's death, the rejections, the times he fucked up massively and he can't imagine caring about him after that, physical fights, arguments, things to others he was never meant to overhear, and the entire room is in silence.
They're all either staring at each other or the floor, having just heard the terrible things hurled at their father by the ithers that they didn't know about, or are too ashamed to look at anyone.
Bruce just shrugs. "Why wouldn't I?"
20 year old Bruce in the watchtower watching 32 year old Barry (jokingly) get babied for being the youngest
Barry feels a strange compulsion to turn that onto Batman. He can't explain it, but Bruce finds himself being supplied with snacks whenever Barry is also hungry, the fidgets they conceeded on letting the speedster have in meetings also slid over to him, and mother-henning at hyperspeed whenever they get back from a mission.
Bruce is just blinking in confusion, he didn't think he did anything to give away his age.
Everyone else is also blinking in confusion, why is Barry mothering someone older than him?
Clark: why are you like this
Bruce, three seconds away from dropping a glass of champagne on the floor, dramatically slipping in the pieces, and falling into the lap of the senator they’re trying to get information out of in a bizarre, sleep-deprived, but likely wildly successful seduction attempt: can you just let me have this please
I fear it’s very beneficial for the people around Bruce Wayne to keep him as far away from inhibition lowering/truth serums as humanly possible cause if that man said a FRACTION of the depressing and self deprecating stuff he thinks about 24/7 out loud EVERYBODY is developing a drinking problem
"Why are you even here, kid? Go home."
Why?
Why...? Bruce had asked himself that very same question about a thousand times by now. Every time one of the League members gave him that look, the one of mild distaste and disappointment. Of disgust hidden beneath the shadows nestled in the corners of their faces.
And then Bruce gets badly injured and is in a coma for a few weeks and suddenly they have a long bill for property damage that didn't pay itself magically like always and when they ask Oliver and Ray what's up with that they say well that was usually Bruce's thing to do and we don't really have the funds to pay it atm so the JL has to sit there awkwardly waiting for him to wake up as their bills mount 🙂↕️
this is why no one is friends with me on discord 🤣
Your "weird kid Bruce" headcanons are not weird enough. Staring at ants/other bugs is not weird. Climbing trees is not weird. Fascination with dinosaurs is not weird. Make him collect animal bones
Imagine one of those scenarios where the batkids are starting a prank war that low-key ends up being Bruce whump with how much they target him and make him miserable
Imagine this time it's Bruce that hasn't slept in days after a mission, and just when he manages to fall asleep in one of the couches in the living room of the manor with Ace by his side, a kid approaches him, ready to set up a prank that will wake him up, except Ace is there looking straight at the kid like, without growling or baring his teeth but with such intensity that it says: do it, I dare you.
And when the batkid leaves Ace just goes back to snuggling with Bruce so they can nap together ❤️
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Oh, no. Three ghosts per reblog! As of posting this reply, we’re at (checks notes) 75 ghosts and counting
well. um. lot more than 75, now
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This post currently stands at 91,064 reblogs, including ours. That's 273,192 ghosts total. Which probably isn't enough. Let's keep this game going.
rn its at 95,822 which is uhhh a lot of ghosts
Not enough tho
elon musk currently has 289,443 ghosts. keep it going.