CKBOOKISH

Slightly coffee crazed, writer. Mostly a Batfam blog, mixed with other things that catch my eye. Find me on AO3 and Instagram

[ckbookish]

Batman and Nightwing Bingo?

Why not. Let the games begin...

[dictearchive]

[batsandbirdbrains]

Bruce Wayne at the circus, seeing a shocked eight year old little boy kneel on the ground in a puddle of his parents’ blood, and rushing from the stands to wrap him in his coat and carry him away. Bruce Wayne tucking the boy’s face into his shoulder and whispering as calmly as he can, “Don’t look. You’re going to be okay, I promise you’re going to be okay, just don’t look.”

Detective Gordon, watching as he walks by, being transported to twenty years prior when he was a rookie cop first on the scene for the Wayne murders and finding a shocked eight year old little boy standing in a puddle of his parents’ blood. Remembering how he wrapped his jacket around him and carried him away in a hurry, tucking his face into his shoulder and whispering, “Don’t look. You’re going to be okay, I promise you’re going to be okay, just don’t look.”

Gordon watching as the supposed playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne does everything he can to comfort Dick Grayson, this little boy from the circus he’s never even met before, because he knows exactly the kind of pain he’s going through in this moment.

Gordon realizing that his moment of panic when trying to get little Bruce Wayne away from his parents’ dead bodies had more of an impact than he ever could have imagined.

[soranatus]

Action Comics (2016) #1090 variant cover by Gerald Parel

[barbaras-grayson]

Nightwing (2016-): Fear State

[papayafromtv]

funniest thing about alfred is that he does not give a shit about bruce’s authority as a parent or adult. brother is carrying automatic rifles through the house telling the kids to fuck off and ignore curfew and Batman himself is just stood forlorn in the doorway like alfred please. im in charge you promised

[noodles-and-tea]

Scars

[angelgemy]

The Owl and his Talon

[demigodoreo]

Action Comics #1088

[nyukaart]

Did I already post this I forgot

The back is supposed to say "I am gonna grown wings"

[izbnart]

Batman animation 👍🌟

[nxblinee]

i was scrolling through pinterest and i saw this dude that rlly looked like dink so i knew i had to draw him

this is me procrastinating on a full body full render commission kia if ur seeing this i’ll get on the grind later 🙂‍↕️

[ckbookish]

Interventions in a Chinese Restaurant

Chapter 2: Hunan Shrimp

I’m in an inferno with no room for breath It’s always there licking at my bones. A quiet blaze waiting to break. How can I return to myself if all there is is pain? I’m dreaming of you, and me and the sea. –That which was, wasn’t and won’t ever be

Percy trailed slightly behind his father.  It was surreal, he decided, walking out onto the street after him.  The sidewalk was crowded and watching his father gliding his way through the crush felt like a fever dream–where the laws of motion weren’t observed.  The bright pattern of his shirt would have been enough to make him stand out from the mortals around him.  However there was something else that made him somehow separate from the world.  He was tall, even in his mortal appearance.  But it was the way people seemed to part before him that felt otherworldly, even as he wove and half turned every few steps to glance back at Percy.  

No matter how he lowered himself, it was clear to Percy his father didn’t belong here.  It made Percy’s chest feel tight, though that could have been his lungs seizing up from the whiffs of cigarette smoke, car exhaust and other pollutants too unpleasant to attempt to identify. Poseidon slowed once there was a gap in the crowd to allow Percy to fall into step beside him.  The short walk left him winded and as they reached the restaurant Percy found himself trying to muffle his cough into his elbow.  

He didn’t miss the glance his father shot his way. They were seated before Poseidon spoke to him.  

“Kung pow chicken?”  He said, glancing at the menu. “What is that?”

“It’s spicy and has peanuts.”  Percy said simply.

“Is it good?”  Poseidon was smiling at him over the top of the menu. Percy tried not to read into it.

“If you like spicy and peanuts.  It’s not my favorite, but Paul likes it.”  Percy said slowly.  

Poseidon made a face.  “No, I’m sure your pallet is better.”

“Paul’s fine.”  Percy said with a frown. An anger that lived far too close to the surface these days rose in his chest.  “Paul is great actually.”

Percy glanced back at his menu trying to temper the sudden flare of irritation he felt at his father.  He knew–suspected really–that Poseidon hadn’t meant too much harm in his teasing, but it still bothered him. Honey chicken would be safe, Percy thought as he attempted to focus on his menu instead of the complexities that were the feelings around the three men his mother had been involved with.  Yes, honey chicken would be a good choice. He had found that spicy food wasn’t as appealing as it once had been.  It also didn’t help with his cough.   

“I never said he wasn’t.”  Poseidon said carefully, also looking back at his laminated menu.  The material wobbled slightly. “Well what are you getting?” 

The sound would have made Percy laugh once.  It was ridiculous watching the king of the seas, here in the cheap corner restaurant wriggling a plastic lined paper.  

“Honey chicken and noodles.”  Percy said, lowering his menu back to the table.

“Hmm, look, they have shrimp! Shrimp sounds good.”  Poseidon said, his eyes flicking back to Percy.  He looked wary, as if he was calculating how upset he’d made Percy. 

Percy nodded and found that now that he was here, he didn’t know what to say to his father.  Small talk seemed unnatural after everything. He didn’t think they’d ever so much as shared an unloaded comment on the weather.  Anything that could have been mistaken for small talk had been clocked in double meanings and warning.  

“Shrimp is good.” Percy said wondering if maybe he should be reading more into this dinner.  Maybe he would ask Frank about hidden meanings in his fortune cookie numbers later.  

Poseidon’s smile seemed strained.  It stayed fixed on his face as they ordered and after the waitress took the menus away.  

Percy played with his straw wrapper, folding it over and over until it was wound tight.  

“I have news.”  His father said abruptly.  

[mitrevisan]

Hmm depression

[silvaaart]

Lazarus Pit

[superbatonly]

HUH

Clark enjoys studying the meaning behind those grunts and sounds that bat makes.

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

he's right though!!

[ckbookish]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter One: Blue fish...Why are they Sad?

We are overlapping and wound barbed wire Razer sharp and cold We are wool that is twisted and knotted Itching and useless Threads of fate destined to cross and cut And too snarled to make sense of who we are or how to be. May my hands bleed if it means I untangle you. 

Poseidon stood listening to the city, muffled in the dingy hallway.  Cars, and people, thousands of them all milling together to create this city his son was so fond of.  He’d never much cared for it.  The air was smoggy, the water rancid and the people–they didn’t call for his favor.  Yet he knew, standing in this hallway–that there was nowhere else he would rather be.  No pink sanded beaches, no mystic caverns deep in the depths where blue was black, no crimson wine wave drew him more.  Knowing that didn’t make him any more at ease. 

He eyed the apartment before him, something akin to fear in his gut.  He didn’t fear its occupants or danger.  He didn’t even fear his reception.  He feared being a disappointment.  They–the occupants–deserved anything and everything.  Palaces, honor,  feasts and displays to their glory and sacrifice–none of it would be enough or what they wanted.  He reflected on the days of old where gifts were laurels, blood spilt in another’s honor and feasts that lasted days and nights.  Poseidon knew that now was a better, gentler, and more peaceful time for the world.  But that didn’t make this easier.  He could call for all of that.  He could wave his hand and make all of that easily happen.  Now those things didn’t matter, they did nothing.  He quietly wondered if they ever really had.  All those children he’d thought he’d honored…maybe they too would have wanted something else.  He pushed the haunting thought aside.  

What they did or might want, Poseidon feared he couldn’t give.  He couldn’t change all the pain that lived in that apartment. He knew he had been standing there too long–but he didn’t want to move yet.  Instead he took it all in.  The greige walls and wear worn carpet squares were oppressive.  The line of doors on the hallway were the only splashes of color.  But it wasn’t the wreaths or wooden initials hanging intermittently that made his heart lurch.  

Their door was slightly worn around the edges, as if years upon years worth of hands had brushed over the paint leaving it rather shabby.  He wondered at those previous occupants and the ghost imprints they had left behind them. The apartment behind the door was much nicer and less depressing. The only hint of the color and comfort out here though was the hall mat that had a blue fish printed on its bristled surface.  The paint had been touched up several times and the shade of blue had been clearly incorrectly matched for those touch ups. 

Rather than knock immediately Poseidon looked down at the fish for a moment longer considering it.  He could hear muffled voices beyond the door. Lateness was not an option.   Steeling himself, he raised a hand and rapped on the door three times.  To his disappointment Percy did not answer.  

Sally looked tired, he thought as he took in her frown, eye bags and hunched shoulders.  Poseidon frowned for the smallest of seconds, then his smile broke. He doubted mortal eyes would have registered his frown at all. 

“Sally.”

She looked at him in horror and his smile became even more fixed.  He wasn’t used to seeing fear in her eyes, not directed at him.  Even when he’d finally told her what he was–she hadn’t feared him.  He felt himself cast out and around the building, no monsters would come not with his blessing and what he suspected was Athena’s too on the building.  

“He just got back.”  She hissed at him, her eyes narrowing into daggers.  “You can’t.  I just got him back.”

Poseidon stopped looking for a threat.  It was plain to see what her fear was now.  “I’m not here for a quest, Sally.”

The statement was small, and his voice soft.  He too wanted Perseus to rest.  He wanted to have the world leave him alone and let Percy live his life how he saw fit.  

Whatever Sally thought, this statement had confused her. The fear didn’t leave her eyes. 

The balloon of excitement he had felt coming slowly leaked out into his chest cavity and sadness bloomed.  Perhaps Percy had changed his mind and did not wish to see him.  He’d seemed so certain when they spoke last week, but being home and away from the horrors at last could have made him come to new conclusions.  The conclusion Poseidon would have made were he Perseus.  Had their family ever not cast away their fathers after great wrongs? 

“Mom, who was–”  The curse that Percy let loose was enough to make Poseidon’s eyebrow lift. 

“I take it you did not tell your mother I was coming.”  Poseidon smiled but didn’t feel it.  Weariness overcame him.  He would not allow his disappointment to show. Percy deserved to rage, dismiss and berate him should he choose to.  Poseidon would not allow anything that could cause Percy–too forgiving as he was–to feel guilt.  And so he would hide any hurt from him. 

Sally turned on Percy, her eyes wide.  “You–you knew he was coming?”  

The question hung unasked between them all: do you want him here?

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[knight--error]

"In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost, here goes—I mean, amen."

-Perelandra, by C.S. Lewis

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

@supreme-leader-stoat