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nitwng‌:

            A FRUSTRATED sight escapes his lips as he watches Bruce move in attempt to AVOID him and this ‘ pointless ’ conversation. The mention of the joker only made him more determined to keep him here because he knew how it ended each time,Bruce almost drove himself to the verge of OBSESSION every time a case involved the joker, and in the condition he’s in he knew he wasn’t going to win.the batman may not need Robin anymore but that wasn’t the reason that brought Dick here,he came because he CARED and no one is going to stop or force him to leave. ❛❛ Alright, let’s suppose you do find him,what then ??  He’s not going to give himself away just because you ask him nicely.no Bruce,he’s going to fight back,and even worse he might be even planning for you to come to him,you’re walking into a trap and you’re in no condition to fight.❞ 

        ❛❛ And we both know how far you’re willing to push yourself.❞ His tone SOFTENED, now taking a few steps to stand beside him ❛❛ Look,you’re not going anywhere with this..get some rest,I’ll stay here and look up whatever information I can find about him,I won’t go after him you have my word.just— please..take it easy,just for a little bit.❞

               He was really going to give Bruce a hard time, wasn't he? A part of him wanted to go out there now just to be spiteful (even Bruce Wayne could be petty), to prove that he was fine, but that was no doubt going to cause him even more problems than fix. As much as he was determined to find the Joker, Bruce was an intelligent man who could easily see when his back was to the wall. If he took off now, even just to prove Dick wrong, the idiot was going to follow him and that increased the chances of him getting hurt. That wasn't something that Bruce wanted, no matter what Dick thought on how Bruce viewed him.

               The words might not directly ever come out of his mouth, but Bruce did view him as family, much in the same way he viewed Alfred as family and not just the Butler he paid. So if it kept Dick here, he could stop and do more research into what was going on—then leave when Dick went somewhere else. After all, it wasn't like he was going to stay here forever, he had other things to do.

               ❝ Fine, if it makes you happy I'll do more research. ❞  Because resting was completely out of the question. Bruce returned back to the console and took a seat on the chair, bringing up the map of Gotham once more than monitored activity.  ❝ How long are you staying? ❞

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chivalrytorn‌:

@bwaync​ continued from here. 

Fingers     wrapped    around     the     frame    of     matte     black    glasses.     Pulled     off    and     stuffed     in    console     of     his    car.     White     collared     shirt    popped     open     to    reveal     the     blood    red     S     peaking    through     the     sun-kissed     yellow.          𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘     𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍'𝐓    𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄     𝐀𝐒     𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃.     clark    wanted     to     keep    fighting,     to     keep    asking     question     and    prying     till     bruce    broke.     but     it    seemed     as     though    his     first     mistake    was     coming     off    too     strong,     he    had     already     rubbed    the     man     the    wrong     way.     it    seemed     as     the     the    party     was     getting    him     no     where.    the     clark     kent    clumsy     reporter     charm    hadn’t     quite     worked    on     bruce     wayne.    although     how     could    he?     the     best    he     had     was    that     he     had    ‘talked     to     superman.’     and     clark    was     pretty     sure    bruce     had     heard    way     crazier     excuses.     so    he     didn’t     really    blame     him.     he    found     his     time    suited     best     elsewhere.     Besides    clark     kent     rarely    got     the     answers    when     he     wasn’t    superman.     time     was    ticking     and     he    needed     answers     fast    before     a     whole    mob     of     villains     infested     metropolis.     the    boy     wonder     found    himself     flying     across    Gotham     before     settling     on    a     nearby     building,     overlooking     the     city.    trying     to     think    of     where     to    start.     any     sort    of     trace     of    the     villain,     their    motive,     a     way    to     stop     them    had     to     be    located     in     the    heart     of     the    city.    

                Bruce left the party soon after that encounter, his mind to stuck on what he was told by the reporter. He still thought he was lying, especially considering the Bat Cave computer came up empty handed for his search, but there was still that chance. So Bruce ditched the party and had Alfred handle the rest of it while he escaped down into the Bat Cave. He set the computer up to run a more detailed search, a few extra key words added into it like Clark Kent and then he escaped into the back room to change his clothes into the suit. Even if he didn’t find anything Bruce was still going to head out and see in the off chance if Superman or something else started running around Gotham. 

                When he finally came back, dressed in the black heavy Bat armor, the computer had finished it’s scan. He transferred the information to his tablet and left the Cave for Night of Gotham. True to what he told Clark Kent, Batman settled on top of one of the Gargoyles that hung from Wayne Enterprises tower. He scrolled through the information he had, particularly the file of one Clark Kent. Not to much, Country boy and valued Employee. Hadn’t taken a sick day in his life, works hard and endlessly. Some of his Coworkers noticed he just vanishes on occasion, one complained about his abrupt departure. 

                When he finally thought he was getting somewhere interesting a flash of red and blue crossed in front of his vision. Batman blinked at the tablet, lifted his gaze slightly and took in the bright big S from the corner of his vision. He read in the Metropolis Daily Planet article from Lois Lane once that the S doesn’t stand for Superman but rather something in his Alien Language. He wanted more information. 

               ❝ Superman. If your internal alien GPS signal got you lost, this is Gotham City. ❞

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starkstech‌:

“ Thank you. ” Tight lipped smile, Tony accepts the glass, taking a rather large swig of it before he addresses the question. “ Been quite a while since my last one. Kinda forgot how stressful these are. ”

               ❝ You’re doing well for a man who barely attends them anymore. I am curious, what changed that? Is it--really that? ❞  Bruce motioned toward the center of Tony’s chest.  ❝ I suppose several near death experiences can do that to a man. ❞

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chivalrytorn‌:

                       bruce      wayne     probably      was      an     exceptional      human      being     but      clarks      thoughts      remained      clouded.            maybe      he     had      gotten      the     wrong      impression.      maybe     for      once      clark     kent      had      acted     on      an      assumption      rather      than     truly      given      him     a      chance.      ❛                        funny      that     you      should      say     that.      he’s      actually      the     one      who      sent     me      here.            so,      maybe     I’m      not      being     clear      enough      mr.     wayne.      I      need     your      help–      superman      needs     your      help.               ❜                  a      hand     reaches      out      and     wraps      around      his     wrist      tightly      to     stop      the     man      from      returning      to     his      party.      before      even     a      second      passes,      clark     releases      his      grip.     fingers      coming      up     to      straighten      his     tie      as      he     clears      his      throat.                        ❛                        I’m      sorry—      in     metropolis      the      rich     guys      are     far      from      being     the      good      guys.     I      didn’t      mean     to      make      an     assumption….      𝐬𝐨      𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞      𝐦𝐞      𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠.                  ❜                  there      was     no      way      a     rich      guy      like     him      didn’t      have     eyes      around      the     city,      or      some      sort     of      way      to     get      his      hand     on      police      records.      Superman      wasn’t      the     type      to      break     into      classified      records      and     neither      was      clark     kent.      

                Take a breath Bruce, don’t break the pushy reporters wrist, it won’t look good for his image or Wayne Enterprises as the man in question is a reporter himself. His fingers twitch, wrist twisting toward his hip and just when Bruce is contemplating calling security the grip is gone and the man is straightening his tie. He keeps his expression neutral, watching the other with a blank look as they speak. Honestly--Bruce wants to call bullshit, and several other unfriendly words that would reflect badly, but he holds his tongue. Not because he believes the man but simply because he has no intention of causing a scene. That’s the last thing that needs to happen right now, in the middle of a charity event for the foundation dedicated to his dead mother. No matter how much he thinks this man is talking out of his ass.

               ❝ Mr. Kent, no offense but if I believed every stranger who walks up to me claiming that some higher power sent them here, I might actually attend church for a change. As it stands, you’re a reporter and I’m a billionaire that your paper company has been trying to speak to for as long as I’ve been holding these parties. ❞  His phone beeps and Bruce pulls it up, scanning through the report that the Bat-Cave gave. Which, as it shows, no papers in Metropolis had reported on villains from Gotham showing up over there. So either he’s lying, or he really had spoken to Superman. Bruce is more inclined to to believe the first one. Locking his phone he tucked it into his pocket and looked to the stranger. 

               ❝ You really need something? Tell Superman that the answer can typically be found hanging from the Gargoyles. Now, I really need to return to my party. ❞  If Superman needed help, Bruce Wayne wouldn’t do anything but the Bats of Gotham just might.

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I saw joker last night.  That was a good movie.

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@redhoneyhq​

          Dressed in his suit, freshly showered and with Alfred attached at his hip, Bruce made his way into the party hall and spared his butler a glance. They appeared to share a silent conversation, the man giving a nod of his head and then broke apart going in opposite directions. Bruce adjusted his suit, glanced around the party hall and smiled to the stray person that managed to meet his eyes. There was a science in this, the way that he did everything and pretended the way people expected him to. He could dance and smile, flirt and be cheerful, the billionarie playboy they expected--and then a few hours later he’d fly through the darkest parts of Gotham. 

           As he continued his way through the party, grabbing a drink from a tray, Bruce stopped short when someone crossed into his path and expertly avoided spilling his drink all over them.  ❝ My apologies, I didn’t see you there. ❞

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Should I post  a small starter call.

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Hey Bruce has WIRE.  a d d   him. Not the bumblebee.  @bwaync same as my url.

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i need to watch the new joker movie.

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Someone: I’m having a crime problem.  Bruce Wayne: Stand on top of the nearest building and scream SUPERMAN.

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chivalrytorn‌:

                        clark       never       really       had      to       fret       about       blowing       his      cover,       most       people       never       even       saw      his       face.       is      it       a       plane?       Is      it       a       bird?       NO,      IT’S       SUPERMAN.       Up      in       the       sky,       and      that’s       where       he      spent       of       most       of      his       time.       and      the       people       that       did      catch       his       face       for      more       than       a      mere       glimpse       would       never       put      two       and       two      together.       —       but       bruce       wayne       was      a       hard       egg      to       crack.       Clearing       his      throat       clark       followed       the      man.              ❛         I       think       you’ve       got      it       wrong,       Mr.      Wayne.       I’m       not      here       to       interview.       If      the       daily       planet       wanted       a      statement       from       you,       they’d       send       someone       more       qualified.       ❜              in       other       words,       not      a       male,       and      definitely       not       clark       kent.                                                ❛       you’ve       made       quite       a      name       for       yourself,       seem       to      have       watch       over       the      city       in       a      lot       of       ways       the      police       can’t.       ❜                 tread       carefully       ,      superman.              ❛                     we’ve       got       a      criminal       causing       trouble       in      metropolis       who       usually       recks       havok       in      gotham—       I       thought       you      would       have       some       useful       information.       ❜                     …       yet      she       hadn’t       quite       made       the      papers       yet,     so       clark       would       have       to      create       a       cover       story.              ❛                     𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞       𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭       𝐢𝐧       𝐚       𝐭𝐢𝐩.              ❜

               ❝ I’m sorry if you’re having a crime problem you should probably stand on top of the nearest building and scream SUPERMAN. Actually, you work for the Daily Planet, best if you have the female reporter do it. Or, as most civilians should do, go to the police. ❞  What was this mans problem? Bruce Wayne built a name for himself by creating charity funds that would support the people of Gotham, from the homeless to places that needed to be rebuilt. The Martha Wayne foundation had done a lot of good and continued to do so as he raised money for it, like tonight, but that by no means meant that he was qualified to give advice to a mere reporter on criminals that might have escaped Gotham to wreck havoc over in Metropolis. As Bruce Wayne that simply wasn’t his problem and there was no way the man was referring to the bat. Bruce had always gone to a lot of trouble to keep the two separate, and no one connected the dots. It even took Robin finding the Batcave to figure it out.

                If there really was a problem in metropolis, a Gotham problem that got out, the bat was certainly going to find his way there tonight. Was it Harley? Had that been where she ran off too? Bruce turned his eyes away from the reporter to fetch his phone from his pocket, sending a command to the computer in the Bat-Cave to search all recent news in Metropolis for the keyword Gotham.  ❝ If that’s all Mr. Kent, I need to return to my party. ❞

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negotiiator‌:

                                For someone who prided himself on keeping a level head, he did seem to get rather upset over a stranger’s opinion rather quickly. This was much easier to do when he wasn’t personally involved, and he was starting to think that attending this event may have been a poor choice. Elijah came up to ask if he was alright, and to accuse Bruce of harassing him.  Connor wasn’t sure if he should feel more awkward for blowing up at Bruce or for having his boyfriend come over to look after him in the aftermath of that.  

                                  ❛ I’m fine, Elijah. ❜  he says this quietly, in the hopes that it might not be overheard.  ❛ We were actually just talking about you… Do you both know each other? ❜  it was more of an attempt to lead the conversation momentarily away from himself as opposed to actual curiosity on the matter. 

               ❝ That we do, huh Elijah? ❞  Bruce sipped his water again, finishing off the cup and placing it back on the tray.  ❝ He was cuter when he was younger, fumbling around these parties having no idea what he was doing. Gotta say I approve of the new haircut less--mop like. ❞  Another twitch, this time his eye and Bruce tried not to smirk at how pleased he was riling the man up. He didn’t even have to pretend, this was genuinely amusing to him. Though he perhaps shouldn’t take as much enjoyment out of it as he was. 

               ❝ I hear the board still runs Wayne Enterprises. ❞  The words shot back didn’t faze him, Bruce rolled his shoulders at the other and leaned back to rest against the buffet table. 

               ❝ I hear you lost ownership of your own company and then your creations turned against you. ❞  He was not making any friends tonight.  ❝ Quite convenient that you’re CEO again in the wake of their rebellion, huh Elijah? ❞

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negotiiator‌:

                            ❛ I’m not. ❜   most of the criticism of Connor seeing Elijah was followed up by saying that there were plenty of androids that were available, that he could be seeing instead of the man. Connor never had the desire to pursue a relationship with another android, but the statement that he was missing out from not seeing someone of his own kind made him feel… inadequate. It held the implication that Elijah may be missing out on something by dating him as well.    

                            ❛ Mr. Kamski is incomparable to anyone else I’ve ever met, I wouldn’t be seeing him if I thought otherwise. ❜

                Well, he got worked up quite easily. Bruce blinked at the android, sipped his water idly as his eyebrows rose into his hairline.Before he could give a comment, and he did indeed have a lot, someone else entered the conversation.  ❝ Connor? Are you alright--good evening Bruce. ❞  A simple nod of the billionaires head toward Elijah was given, Bruce observing the man closely over the edge of his water as he entered Connor’s personal space. The creator of androids hand rested lightly against Connor’s elbow, attempting to turn the androids body toward him as he asked more quietly now if Connor was alright.  ❝ Are you harassing him, Bruce? ❞

                 ❝ Such an extreme word, Elijah. Mister--❞  he visibly fumbled here, unable to use Connor as it was the androids first name and RK800 as that was now illegal to refer to an android by their brand. Lips thinned, unsure if the android even had a last name since it wasn’t public information. Finally he settled on;  ❝ Mister Kamski, ❞  and did not miss the way Elijah’s body visibly twitched at the use of it,  ❝ was free to leave the conversation at any point, he simply never tried. ❞    

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chivalrytorn‌:

                  𝐓𝐇𝐄       𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒       𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄       𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄.       clark       tried       his      best       to       stay       away       from       men      with       insane       amounts       of      money.       After-all       his      friendship       with       lex      hadn’t       really       gone       as      planned.              fingers       came       up      to       toggle       at      his       glasses,       straightening       them       out      along       his       brow.                            ❛                              Actually,       I’m      here       for       you      Mr.       Wayne.                     ❜                     some       crime       from       gotham       was      trickling       into       metropolis       and      clark       kent       superman       was      going       to       get      to       the       bottom       of      it       all.       —-       clark       had      always       had       an      easy       time       finding       his      ins       and       outs       and      how       to       speak       to      people       that       DIDN’T       WANT       TO      GET       SPOKEN       TO.      finding       out       clues       to      a       crime       they       didn’t       even       know       had      been       committed.       But      bruce       wayne       was      different.       𝐡𝐞       𝐡𝐚𝐝       𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬       𝐨𝐟       𝐡𝐢𝐬       𝐨𝐰𝐧       𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡       𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠.                                      

               ❝ Sorry, I don’t do interviews. ❞  Not unless he had to and in that case he held a press conference for everyone to gather around for. Bruce moved around the reporter and made his way toward another try to grab a glass, this time just water with a lemon. He’d been seen holding enough Alcohol to keep the appearance up, and he really wanted something to drink. He was a bit curious though, over what Metropolis would want. Though the city was Gotham’s sister city not much news was done about the other. The Gotham Gazette kept to Gotham and the Daily Planet kept--well to Superman really. 

                Lately it seemed unless Batman did something uncharacteristic or drastic he rarely made the front page. But things had been quiet lately, even Joker hadn’t broken out of Arkham yet. But Bruce knew better than to hold his breath, the quieter things were the more risky that meant. He was waiting for the next shoe to drop and he had an idea of what that would be. Quinn wasn’t in Arkham and she got out of jail not to long ago, unwilling of the police, it was only a matter of time before she went after the Joke. 

                And when she did the bat would be there.

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“When Clark Met Bruce” in Superman/Batman Secret Files (Earth 2)

Batman/Superman is clearly saying that Earth 2’s differences can all be chalked up to this small moment. It’s a world where Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent have been friends since childhood — where they were friends throughout their journeys toward becoming Batman and Superman. Earth 2 Superman can heal flesh at the cellular level with his laser vision: Being friends with Bruce — and his ambitious, analytical mind — has guided the Man of Steel into a precision-like grasp over his powers.

In turn, Bruce’s friendship with Clark has crafted him into an adult who is actually capable of trust and emotional self-reflection, and Gotham is safer when the Dark Knight’s life contains less anger and loneliness. He’s still dark, calculating and driven — but he’s married to the love of his life, Selina Kyle, and has raised their daughter from birth to be the first Robin.

In fact, Clark is married to Lois Lane, as well. On the whole, Earth 2 is a more technologically advanced earth, thanks to Wayne Enterprises breakthroughs, and a more peaceful one. Most major supervillains are frozen in a cryogenic prison and even Gotham City has torn down Arkham Asylum to build an amusement park.

And it’s all because Clark Kent asked Bruce Wayne if he wanted to play baseball.

By Susana Polo @nerdgerhl

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Gotham

Romain d'Escrienne

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Barry: You know I’m 24 not 14 right? Bruce: I want proof. DNA test at the Bat-Cave don’t be late.