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[churrosbosan]

I keep forgetting to make a post but I have some TGED stickers on acggoods ! (there are some mairuma and on the way to meet mom stuff too!) ACGGOODS SHOP HERE!!

I also finished the memopads but only for local Malaysian cons for now (AMG!!) ;-; edit: i mispelled his name IM SORRY YOUNG MASTER

[mystryuslabyrinth]

😭😭😭😭😭 I LOVE YOU OPERA 😭😭😭😭😭

them....the family, the siblings ever....😭

[churrosbosan]

random but thinking about it because of reasons I love all batman ships but never seek out supbat, sometimes actively avoid them bcs there is so much supbat that I get too full from them and need to consume other batships HAHAHAHA

[churrosbosan]

he's just a baby....

[54prowl]

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[churrosbosan]

Mascot design commission 🧡

[churrosbosan]

if im understanding it correctly, its probably best if i have separate blogs for my different fandoms...? BUT I DONT WANNA MANAGE THAT SOBS

[renairinwrites]

Hi! Want to suggest you a thing, based also on some other things I saw here;

"I won't forgive you," but it's Clark with Dick and the Batkids (minus Cassandra and Duke) after another fight with Bruce, one really bad, in which they were at they worse, and later they expected things to be as always, like in the past, because they were used to it.

But Clark won't have any of it. Clark saw his lover afterward, he saw how close he was to lose him, because of them. So no, things won't return to normal, you don't deserve it. Bruce maybe could forgive you. For sure, he won't, and he will be sure you will live with the consequences. You know, all the canon things this brats said to Bruce and now they finally saw the utterly bullshit and double standards.

I am mildly curious why Cass and Duke aren't considered part of your batkids doing the do here, but I will try.

Clark had found Bruce kneeling limply on the floor of the cave. Limp and deathly pale.

And Bruce was just....sitting there. Staring brokenly towards nothing. No sounds, no turning his head at the sudden arrival of company. No acknowledgement of any kind.

The expression on his face was haunting.

Clark hadn't expected that scene, flying into the cave to ask a question he'd immediately forgotten at the sight of Bruce. Clark just flew over to the man and started running a vitals check.

"Bruce? What happened?" Clark asked, putting his hands on Bruce's shoulders to steady him. He felt cold, more so than usual. "Fear Toxin?"

Bruce didn't respond. His heartbeat was abnormally slow, but not weak. His pupils reacted to the penlight Clark grabbed from the medbay cart nearby. That was a reassuring start but it wasn't telling him enough to pinpoint what was afflicting the detective. Clearly something was.

"They left."

Bruce murmured, quietly. Almost as if he were in disbelief. Voice small yet chock full of coarse sand, exceedingly rough around the edges.

"What?" Clark asked, knitting his brows together. He looked around the cave, searching for signs in every spectrum of his vision. He didn't find any spilled lab equipment or stray sample vials, so it probably wasn't accidental exposure. Nobody else broke in here. All Clark saw were the usual traces of the kids presence, perhaps most recently a few hours ago. "Who? Who left?"

"Tim, Jay, Steph. Dick." Bruce's voice broke off at that name. He took a haggard breath, practically a half sob, then said, "They left me, Clark."

"What do you mean." What the hell was he talking about? Clark knitted his brows together. "Where did they go?"

"Not coming back." Bruce stated oddly. Almost calm. Still with that twinge of disbelief sneaking around the ominous words. "Never coming back..."

Bruce kept muttering to himself for a moment more, incomprehensible to Clark, before going back to his blank stare towards the shadowed wall. Clark only picked Bruce up and carried him towards the medbay. He was convinced it was an induced psychotic episode of some kind, caused by some kind of reaction to any number of the usual toxins. A new amped up version of fear gas sounded likely.

But as Clark ran the kit (he was well used to this by now, working up some of the finer tests in this medbay over the years) the results came back normal.

Clark glanced at Bruce who was all but a hollow shell, practically vegetative where he laid in the bed. That wasn't entirely uncommon in a fear toxin exposure, although Bruce would have been more fidgety even so. Pupils dilated and tittering around. Silent fear oozing from the bed. Clark remembered those scenes well, too well.

This...wasn't any of that.

Clark ran another kit. Normal.

Then he ran the tests for more obscure things. Maybe a bad batch of Joker Gas? Had he been drugged with a cocktail of something unknown? Maybe more traditional drugs, though Clark didn't find anything like that in Bruce's system. Should he have Zatanna or J'onn on standby? He didn't feel any magical presence, that telltale obnoxious ringing in his ears accompanied by a headache from the tricky stuff, but maybe it wasn't present enough for Clark to pick up on. J'onn would be able to tell if it was mind control of some kind.

After all the tests came back negative and Bruce was still so distant, still seemingly drowning inside his own mind, barely breathing, so deathly still...

It was only now that Clark noticed the trail of old tears streaking down Bruce's lifeless face.

Clark called J'onn.

The Martian arrived shortly and gave the scene before him a strange look. One Clark only saw when there was something only a mind reader could hear or discern from any given situation. J'onn walked over to Bruce and stood there for a time, closing his eyes and occasionally speaking something in Martian.

After a few minutes, Bruce's eyes closed and he fell limp on the medbay bed. Dropping like a discarded doll onto the sheets. The suddenness of seeing that tore a flinch from Clark, and his worry jumped up to his throat.

J'onn opened his eyes and regarded the blanket off to the side, before collecting it and draping it over Bruce.

"He needs rest. And time." J'onn said, looking solemnly down toward Bruce. There was a deep sadness in his eyes, and it wasn't the usual permanent kind that had been sitting there for a long, long time now.

"You put him to sleep?" Clark asked, feeling unsteady. He didn't like not knowing what was going on.

"His mind is...in chaos." J'onn twisted his lips for a moment, ruminating over how to phrase his response, Clark was sure. "It is better that he be asleep for the time being."

Not good. Really not good.

"What caused this?"

"This is no ill effect from toxins. The children caused this state."

The kids?

Clark blinked rapidly then did a double take from the bed where a practically comatose Bruce lay, and the spot where Bruce had been kneeling when Clark found him. The kids...did what? This?

How?

"I'm not sure I follow."

"They have hurt him. Deeply." The Martian sighed, his hand resting on Bruce's shoulder, all kind comfort despite the etching lines of concern now showing on J'onn's face. "This is grief. Heartache. In an immense quantity."

What?

Clark stared towards Bruce. Even in sleep, the man's face looked so...anguished.

He thought of the few words Bruce had spoken before going silent.

They wouldn't have...?

Could they?

"How long will he be out?"

J'onn did an approximation of a shrug. He still did not appear to be used to human gestures of body language yet. Clark thought he might never get them down, but that was okay, he didn't need to with how articulate he was all the time. "A few hours, perhaps longer. I can do no more than that."

A few hours of rest would do Bruce good, Clark wagered.

But there was still that horrible, eerie feeling in his bones that a simple nap would not fix whatever had been broken in Bruce.

"I'll take things over from here, thank you." Clark spoke, moving closer to the bed and lingering at the foot of it. "J'onn...what did you see?"

"Perhaps....it would be best you saw for yourself." J'onn stated ominously, then gestured toward the Batcomputer. Clark knew there were cameras in the cave, ones with audio.

He had a terrible feeling blossoming in his gut, but nodded towards J'onn anyways, who then made his exit by phasing out of sight. Clark took once last glance of Bruce before he made his way over to the computer.

He pulled up the most recent surveillance footage dated back a few hours before. In it, he saw all of the children save for Cassandra, Damian, and Duke in a broken semi-circle near the workbenches. All pairs of eyes on Bruce.

They did not look happy.

Bruce was standing near the console of the computer, arms crossed loosely with a tight look on his face as he regarded the children. His children.

Dick spoke up first.

"Why are you always like this?"

The words were overfull of a thousand accusations. Bruce stiffened where he stood at the precipice of their discontent. Clark crossed his arms and tried to ignore the pointed edge he heard in Dick's voice.

"I told you before, it was need-to-know information. You didn't need to know."

"No, but you hid this shit from us anyway, then nearly died because of it! Not to mention the threat to our civilian identities. Thanks a lot, asshole." Steph snapped out, kicking a foot in the air where she sat on one of the workbenches, clearly upset.

"Your identities were not compromised. We made certain of that."

"Really? Because it feels like every time you pull a stunt like this, some hyper bullshit happens afterwards. And it's all your fault for not speaking the fuck up sooner." Jason chimed in, lines of anger etched into his face. "We're getting sick of this shit, old man."

Bruce sighed through his nose, his frustration clear on his face, along with a deep exhaustion. Clark had a feeling this wasn't the start of this particular conversation. "You all know there are risks to what we do. Many risks."

Tim scoffed where he sat on the floor. "Yeah, but this is getting out of hand, isn't it? First the case with Marlowe, then the stunt with Talia the other week, and now this?" The teen ran his hand over his face and remarked, "You were half dead out there. Probably would have died if Jay hadn't dragged you out. 8/10 points for effort."

"Tim, I'm fine. I lived. It was a mistake."

Dick stepped forward like a shield being put into place, eyes all-consuming ire. "Everything is always a mistake with you, these days. You don't trust people to help you when you need it, and we shouldn't have to beg you to ask us for it! Then there's your choices as of late, and it's like you're doubling down on this shit all over again!? Are we even a team here or not? Are we even your kids?"

Bruce's brow rose and a flicker of panic cross his face. "I do trust you. And you are my children. But this wasn't something I thought required your attention." He explained, bringing a hand to the side of his temple, the telltale sign of a headache approaching. "You all have ongoing cases of your own. You're in good places right now. And it's not as if we don't have high risk cases like this from time to time. I followed the set protocols, you already know this. I simply didn't want to sap your attention away for something that didn't require it!"

"If that's the case, then why are we here?" Jason snapped out, all bite.

"You tell me." Bruce threw back, jaw set in stone. "You all showed up today like this is some sort of intervention? What is it that you want from me? What do you want me to say?"

"You know what?" Dick said, stepping into the theoretical spotlight. "Maybe nothing at all. No apologies can fix this, not like you'll actually make changes anyway. Maybe this is an intervention! But not for you." Dick spoke, getting louder. "You know what we want? To be done with this constant cycle of shit you pull. Maybe, we're tired of the lies and the secrets and what's done for 'our own good'! We don't need you anymore. Not this, not your bullshit, not your distance or your tutelage or your love. Gotham will be fine without the goddamn Batman. We'll make sure of it. And we'll be perfectly fine without this. Without you."

Bruce stood still, eyes wide. Jaw clenched tight.

Clark felt his own heartbeat rise up to his throat.

In a small voice, Bruce whispered, "You don't mean that."

"Do I?" Dick asked, all fire and brimstone. "Sure feels rock solid to me! I'm done. Go get yourself killed for all I care, you clearly seem to want it."

"I'm with Dick, we're done." Jason added, pushing away from the workbench.

"How are we supposed to trust you with our backs when you won't trust us with yours? And how well has that gone so far?" Steph pointed out, grabbing her bag that had been prone next to her on the table top as she hopped down. "How many more of us need to die to get this through to you? Or does it only end whenever you finally get yourself killed?"

Bruce looked deathly pale. "You know it's not as simple as that. There have always been risks in what we do!"

"Maybe not, but maybe it is that simple. Maybe you just have a deathwish too great to push past. Maybe your risks are far too risky." Dick said, collecting a few scattered things before heading towards the stairs, all the others in tow. "Goodbye, Bruce. Don't reach out. I'm taking Damian with us."

"Dick, wait--!" Bruce tried to reach out towards Dick. His hand was met with a particularly brutal smack away from the young man.

Bruce took a shocked step back. Clark hadn't ever seen Dick react like that before.

"No. If you want an audience to your death, go find someone else. You know what? You're not our father anymore." Dick ground out through his teeth, eyes all ablaze in an anger Clark couldn't even recognize the source of. "You haven't earned it. You never did. Certainly not after this."

The four of them left in a hurry afterwards, despite Bruce's plea that they stay. Clark hadn't seen them so sure of themselves before. Heard them be so...cruel.

He hadn't realized he was leaving indented handprints in the edge of the console until he saw what happened next on the footage.

In the silence lingering afterwards, catching the horrified look on Bruce's face...

Bruce just stood there. For an uncomfortable amount of time. Face stuck in shock and horror.

The way Dick had said it, so casually and with such malice tattooed into his words...Like he'd meant it, had meant it for a long while now...

Where the hell had that come from?

Clark couldn't figure it out. It was like he had seen a completely different person talking. Not the sweet, chatty child he once knew. Not the man he thought Dick had become in the years since.

Then, Clark saw Bruce break down.

The weight of the argument seemingly cascaded over him accompanied by a keening sound hidden in the back of his throat, tears falling freely down the man's face.

What came next drove a spike of horror into Clark's heart.

It was...difficult to watch. To listen to.

Clark ended the playback and checked the time on the counter. This had been six hours ago. Six hours Bruce had been left here alone, after that. After what they'd told him.

And he believed them.

Clark felt a horrid mess of things fill his chest. Anger, disappointment. Ten thousand conflicting emotions. He'd never thought they would go that far. Be so horrible.

They had all left for one reason or another, before. But never like this.

Fast footsteps suddenly echoed down the stairs, running, and Clark looked over to find Damian sprinting down, skipping steps. He looked half dressed in his Robin uniform, just the boots and pants, but was still wearing his school uniform top and jacket.

"Where's Father?" Damian demanded, speed walking toward Clark.

"He's resting. For now."

"They said they weren't coming back." The boy spoke, nearly snarling. Head snapping around the cave, searching until he finally spotted Bruce's sleeping form in the medbay. His eyes only softened ever so slightly in relief. "I didn't want to go with them. Traitors."

Clark couldn't blame the boy. He wouldn't want to be carted off by irrationally angry siblings without any real input of his own. Dick had spoken about taking Damian as if he were owed it somehow. What was with that? How much had Damian even been told about the elder siblings actions anyway?

Clark still wasn't sure what exactly had caused his mess. He recalled the events with Marlowe, but, he didn't think it was anything so out of the ordinary that it would tempt this severe of a reaction. What else had happened since? Or was there something else Clark was missing, something different? Maybe this wasn't caused by a breaking point, more so maybe this was something else. He'd seen these four specifically have very volatile reaction towards Bruce over the years. Certain kids more so than others. But this? It was like the hammer crashing into the scalpel. Crude and hard and fast, but hitting with a surgical precision that was extremely effective.

Whatever this was, whatever the cause...Clark had a distinct feeling that no matter what Bruce had done, it would've ended this way regardless.

And that in and of itself was telling of a different issue altogether.

There was movement in his peripheral and Clark glanced over at Cassandra arriving on her bike, tossing her helmet off before stalking over toward the bay. Guess she, too, heard what had happened through the grapevine. She sat on Bruce's bed and took up his hand in her own. Damian watched her for a moment before jotting over to join her.

Clark watched them for a time, giving them space. He heard the arrival of someone else--Duke, he guessed correctly as the teen ran over, asking the others what was happening where they huddled around their father.

"They said they weren't coming back. What happened?" Duke asked, all panicked notes and elevated heartbeat.

"They are fools." Damian replied, curling up against his father's side. "Let them leave. It's what they wanted all this time."

"Good riddance." Cass murmured, staring down at Bruce's hand with a sadness and raging fire deep in her eyes. "Won't forgive them. Never. Betrayers."

And all at once, those conflicting emotions within Clark's chest fizzled out.

Clark felt the same, even if he didn't say so out loud.

[bruce-wayne-enjoyer]

This is a fic on ao3 ("A Thousand Shards of Glass, Like Flower Petals" by RenaiRin btw y'all check it out it's fucking cool

[churrosbosan]

dosanko is one of my fav side characters LMAO

[churrosbosan]

bean chibi commission!

[world-wide-spider]

@gillipop-plus tagged me (as @joepaganda) in a "10 people you'd like to know better" chain reblog tag game, so woah, my first ever tumblr chain reblog tag game! making a separate post because that one is like 20 reblogs long though

last song: bones by imagine dragons (they're popular for a reason! good background for grocery shopping when i don't want to think about song choices)

currently watching: also a game changer episode (kangaroo court), what a coincidence!

currently reading: binge reading all the phineas and ferb fanfiction that looks fun on ao3

current obsession: i think having my heart warmed by perry the platypus/heinz doofenshmirtz fics is also my most intense recent media-related feelings. but some background rotating of nerissa from the w.i.t.c.h. cartoon in my mind is also a staple

currently working on: ...establishing healthier tumblr usage habits?

last google web search: i don't use google and wouldn't recommend it to anyone! mojeek is a decent-ish independent search engine... unfortunately i still prefer the convenience of "no ai" duckduckgo but i'm thinking of trying out mojeek again at some point... anyway my last search was "ant and dec" because they got mentioned in a technical difficulties episode and i had no idea who they even were

favorite flowers: hmmm, lilacs? all flowers are pretty but you can drink the nectar out of some lilacs

(i hope y'all don't mind the tags, and of course no pressure to participate and all)

@00puppypaws @rocambolesystem @xiazats-mind @nyano64 @enith-derogatory @unfiltered-thoughts-of-star @viky-somebody @greenscreen-dress @warriorofgraceclan

[nyano64]

oo yay!

last song: Doctor Caligari by Los Carniceros Del Norte

currently watching: Birds :D also deltarune stuff

currently reading: The Gospel off Buddha: According to Old Records by Paul Carus with contributions and commentary from others. (its about this like, weird Christian-ized version of buddhism. really interesting read.)

current obsession: 👉👈 secret... WAI T SECOND ANSWER! my wife :3

currently working on: Uhh uhhh *clawing through my pile of wips* making music :)

last web search: scottish fold cat

favorite flowers: clovers, violets, laceflower, whatever thise little flowers that grow by the highways in my area are(not dandelions), and roses

i don't have 10 whole people, but i have some people that are nice 2 me

@anotheraverageotaku @st4rry-th3-mult1f4nd0m-l0s3r @sunsetcarnation264

[st4rry-th3-mult1f4nd0m-l0s3r]

GASP. HELLO 👋👋👋👋

Last song: An Unhealthy Obsession

Currently watching: waiting for the next bfdi and inanimate insanity episodes to come out...

currently reading: not currently reading anything but i read project hail mary a couple weeks ago!!

current obsession: PROJECT HAIL MARY. gonna watch the movie next week with my bestest friend ever

Currently working on: oh my god too many things.... coming up with characters for an art class im doing this week mostly though

latest web search: rubber ducky isopods

favorite flowers: lotus flowers.... and lavender because it attracts bees!! i love bees

okay mutuals time!! sorry if some of you guys dont wanna be tagged.... @streetcat-flavorfoley @fleetofaroaceshrimps @gummymew @vividhollow @bugbotv1 @battery-enthusiast @anniash OKAY IVE TAGGED TOO MANY PEOPLE IM SCARED NOW THATS ALL BYE

[fleetofaroaceshrimps]

Ahh ty ty for the mention!!! ^^

Last song: Two Trucks!!

Currently reading: Dungeon Crawler Carl and Power of Three (reread)

Current obsession (s): ii, project hail Mary, warrior cats, FANTUBEEE, sharks! Maybe the verity mod?

Currently working on: hmm nothing at the moment! I do plan to draw some more ocs for a little furry friend group!! ^^

Last search: "Where to order free binders"

Favorite flower: Hmm.. Maybe lily of the valley? Or those yellow flowers from Trench

Tags : @thehazardousfungus @spookthelilguy @tabris-the-seventeenth-angel @shinlikesink go my mutuals go!!!

[shinlikesink]

HI ACE!!! Ty for tagging me!

Last song: uhhh had air supply on shuffle bc my dad likes them

Currently reading: the edible woman

Current obsession: uhhh been extra into mairuma bc the current arc

Currently working on: multiple wips but mainly artfight stuff (revenge for very cool artist i received attack from and also keychain of friends oc) and also uroro plush that looks very ugly /affectionate

Last search: ao3 login

Fav flower: either roses or baby's breath

Okay tagging a few mutuals (sorry if you don't want to be tagged, no pressure to participate,but id love to know more about yall!)

@beatrixie12 @mobihearsall @colourful-void @scottyzoomz @reinafish @frostedcrepe @allpoeart @loomingoveryou @aetsiv @karkod

(Feel free to participate regardless of whether or not you were tagged! I just picked 10 random mutuals lol. Even if you're just randomly finding this post and have never seen my blog in your life, feel free to hop in the game!)

[loomingoveryou]

Heyy!

Last song: Words (by Zara Larson)

Currently reading: Mairuma manga and others.

Current obsession: I guess my Mairuma Oc and fanfic wips surrounding him?

Currently working on: fanfic wips

Last search: An ao3 story.

Fav flower: hmm....Orchids are pretty.

I don't have too many moots (i think), so [feel free to ignore]

@milkemim @irumathegargoyle @viola-geek @kenyizsuartblog @teathattast

[irumathegargoyle]

*pops into existence with cold swedish meatballs in hand* .......cool! A tag game!

Last song: Girigiri Ride it out by Fantastics from Exile Tribe (I loved season 3's opening so I downloaded the whole song!)

Currently reading: Broken Wings by ChaoticCelestialCreation on Ao3!

Current Obsession: Torturing Iruma in a Cannon Divergent type of way

Currently working on: A baby Iruma fic wip

Last search: Jimothy (DO THIS FOR A SURPRISE!)

Favorite Flower: Pink Roses!

Hm...ah!

@callalily23056 @charaeitana @churrosbosan @naehja

[churrosbosan]

aaaa thank you for tagging me!! im so old and so new to this site so im a bit awkward online >.> HAHA here's some stuff to know about me! last song: Mollie Elizabeth - Run Rabbit!! living rent free in my brain rn omg

currently watching: Flawed Peacock's Rusty Lake series! This is too much brain use to understand so I keep restarting to understand LMAO

currently reading: i read too many stuff on my phone omg but mainly trying to read dungeon meshi physically!! i bought the whole set bcs my heart told me i would really love the series so I am reading the series the traditional way HAHAHA

current obsession: Iruma-kun is my no1 rn omg i love that blorbo so much aaaaaaaaa i spend too much time rereading the series do not talk about the latest chapters with me im crying n sobbing tq

currently working on: art commissions! I am also working on making more stickers n etc for cons in august n september, hoping to add more iruma kun stuff and maybe debut or die or villainess stuff?

last web search: "animal hospital roblox" not to play but because someone mentioned that my art style reminds them of the game hahaha I am not touching roblox with a ten foot pole, im too old for the game

favorite flowers: hibiscus maybe? national flower pride LOL but I am ambivalent about flowers

no tags bcs im an awkward person who doesnt know who to tag >.>

[churrosbosan]

just some lil guys

[churrosbosan]

just some lil guys

[churrosbosan]

alley date wip

[robs-your-robins]

No thoughts but Bat Family doing group costumes for Halloween to win an annual costume competition at a gala. First, it was Bruce and Dick as a flower (Bruce) and a fat little bumble bee (Dick). Then it was the PowerPuff girls with Jason arrived. With Tim and Cass, it was the Teletubbies. With Damian added to make five, they went as the Scobby Gang. With Jason back and Duke added to the family and Steph clamouring to get in on the action, the family's latest costume was the kids as sheep and Bruce as Lil Bo Peep. Concept:

[churrosbosan]

skrunkly chibi commission!

[idkitsartman]

This is very stupid but it’s genuinely what I think about every time I consider skipping dinner after work

Edit: legit did not realize that senshis fighting for his life in the sexyman polls but I’m very happy to be spreading pro senshi propaganda