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@crimefightrmoved
“ BATMAN IS LESS ABOUT SCARING BAD PEOPLE INTO THE SHADOWS ──── THAN HE IS ABOUT BRINGING GOOD PEOPLE OUT INTO THE L I G H T .”
DC’S BRUCE WAYNE ── HOW DOES THAT LINE GO? DIE A HERO OR STICK AROUND LONG ENOUGH TO BE VIGILANTE #1? ── HEAVILY HEADCANON BASED BY CAS .
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still finding old bruises in the shape of you ── cas' multimuse writing ft. muses from teen w.olf, dc c.omics, and others
YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE ME ME. BULLETS DON’T HARM ME. NOTHING HARMS ME. BUT I KNOW PAIN. I KNOW PAIN. SOMETIMES I SHARE IT WITH SOMEONE LIKE YOU. ── DC’S BRUCE WAYNE BY CAS.
YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE ME ME. BULLETS DON’T HARM ME. NOTHING HARMS ME. BUT I KNOW PAIN. I KNOW PAIN. SOMETIMES I SHARE IT WITH SOMEONE LIKE YOU. ── DC’S BRUCE WAYNE BY CAS.
Never forget that Bruce gets all nostalgic when he fights next to Dick and he fondly thinks about Robin Dick and misses him 🥺.
Batman #636
@crimefightr continuing from here X
“She’s already been to black gate. Besides arkham doesn’t do anything, only thing that happens is that momma is away from me.” Lucy informs him as she crosses her arms and shakes her head.
Though at the mention of being out no her own, she cannot help but tense up at little. “Yes. I take care of myself.” Lucy lies, as technically she’s supposed to be at her auntie Ivy’s but wanted to go and play at the park. “And before you ask the answer is no, I don’t have a curfew.”
“ I suppose. “ He nods, kneeling in front of the child then, studying her more closely. Looking around her without her notice to make sure whether or not she might have been alone. “ Adults have to bear the consequences of their actions, you know?”
A small smile as his gaze focuses back on the child. “I see. So you’re a capable young lady, out and about on her own, at night and the first thing you do is go looking for the BATMAN?”
@crimefightr hit the heart!
she’s enraptured with the giant beluga whale in the tank across from her. what’s that? the whale looks lonely. and without so much as a second thought, there’s a splash and harley’s jumped into the tank, hugging the whale.
It was probably less of a question of how she got in here and more of a what she was doing in here? His curiosity, apparently the only person in the room that had any that not even the security seemed to notice her, satiated when he watched her jump around with ease just to dive into the tank.
A small splash and a few if not all of the guests seem to turn and clap, thinking its part of the show before returning to their menial and self absorbed conversation. Suspecting the worst, he forged his way through the crowd to stand closer to the tank and knock against the glass.
YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE ME ME. BULLETS DON’T HARM ME. NOTHING HARMS ME. BUT I KNOW PAIN. I KNOW PAIN. SOMETIMES I SHARE IT WITH SOMEONE LIKE YOU. ── DC’S BRUCE WAYNE BY CAS.
Mouth opened like he was about to say something more before the words quickly died on his lips. The expression that replaced his previous one looked offended, staring at the back of the dark figure’s cowl. He believed that he was a good judge of character — He really did. Even if he tried to see the best in people the majority of the time. What was so bad with that?
Plus it was not like he was the one who had to do any investigative work. He wasn’t the one who had to put things together. All he had to do, really, was punch bad guys and whatever alien or mutant ventures too close. You could say that Mark got the brawns instead of the brain.
“Hey! I never said that I thought the guy was gonna get a sparkling citizen award.” / @crimefightr ; cont.
THE BAT didn’t need to look over his shoulder to hear or predict what his reaction would be. Boisterous youth could be so convinced they could know everything in the world in a moment until you pull the rug from under them. He’s been there.
His eyes focus on a button that seems to have flown under a chair. Ivory it seems from first glance. Old from the scratches. Old and used.
Hm.
He picks it up carefully and puts it in a bag to study better at the cave before getting up and turning to face Mark again. “ Presuming to see the good in people does not make one a good judge of character. The truth of the matter is that human civilization as a whole is reflective of what a single man is capable of. You just have as much potential as me or anyone else you’ve beaten up on the street to turn violent. But I trust you won’t. “
would i be an asshole if I just moved blogs?
zataraa :
he might be infuriating, but she was forgiving . well, she could be. the magician was still pretty peeved at bruce, but it was nothing coffee couldn’t fix. after all, it’s been a while since she’s had his company . and that excluded anytime they spent together fighting demons and gotham’s villains.
she makes her way to him, close enough to see the small curl of her mouth. zatanna stares him down for a moment and then she sighs , pulling a hand out of her pocket to slide her arm around his. ❛ no need to waste the gas. i trust that you’ll bring me somewhere exquisite. ❜
Undeniable relief floods his features when her arm locks with his. Bruce smiling down at her as he leads them out of the establishment, through the doors and into the cold Gotham streets. The loudness of traffic and the rest of the city working while the other sleeps replacing the almost quiet solitude of disquiet and upset that they had - or rather he started behind them.
“ It’s not far off. “ He remarked, looking to their left and walking slowly, side by side with her. Perhaps prolonging the moment or just enjoying the night, rare that it was, with her.
YOURE ON YOUR OWN KID FOR BABY BROOSE. That's it.
greenblur :
Tommy huffs. He’s only a few years older than Damian but his little brother got on his nerves so damn much. He can’t believe that all Bruce could do was smile at him. He zips over and pushes down the top of the newspaper, dramatically leaning in and whispering, “Are you ready for a blood bath?!”
A bit of an exaggeration. Tommy could speed heal and was more than capable of slipping out of the way of most of Damian’s attacks. The problem wasn’t that. It was when he was exhausted and fell asleep and Damian retaliated later.
“ Not particularly, no.” He answers without missing a beat, looking up at the face of his son, clearly deeply upset at the prospect of having to fight his youngest brother only for Bruce to look pointedly at his hand as if waiting for him to remove it so he could continue with his reading.
“ But I’m sure an older brother like yourself would find some way to calmly compromise with his younger brother.” He continued then, reading through his grip to continue with what he had been focused on. “ If not, find a way to keep yourselves both occupied with different things to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. I hear Australia is rather nice this month. “
greenblur :
Tommy giggled at the insinuation. “Nah. I’m not buttering you up. If I wanted something, you’d know, Dad.” He pulls back and then returns with a chocolate bar. He splits it and hands half to Bruce. “So, what you doing? Can I help with anything?” He loved being useful. It wasn’t so much anymore that he felt he had to be, for Bruce to keep him. It was more now that he was just so happy to be here and he LOVED helping his dad or Alfred or any of his brothers.
A hand quickly ruffles the pale blonde boy’s hair, amused. Letting it go for now as he seemed to disappear, even if only for a breath of a second and hand him a chocolate bar. He didn’t have it in him to say no so he just took a bite and walked around him towards the work table.
“ Hm. I suppose. I’m trying to upgrade the grapple gun by trying new materials. Can you hold this?” He asked, handing him the grappling end of the device and setting the length at only a few feet. “I’m trying to see how much force and pressure this one can handle. Run as fast and as hard as you can when I say go, okay?”
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shelassos :
Strange, to be on the receiving end of his aloofness. She swallows her hurt and buries her desire to be held by him. Has she not hurt him over and over again? Will this only hurt him even more? Instinct has her hand hovering above her stomach, but she thwarts the urge, needing to tell him rather than show him. Having forced him to meet her gaze, she nows finds she can no longer look into his eyes, her own brown pair shifting downward. Her mouth opens then closes, a motion she repeats a few times before the confession finally stumbles from her lips.
❛ — I’m pregnant. ❜ There it is. Her secret now in his fingers, and she can only hope he treats it more delicately than she has treated him. Finally, her palm covers her stomach, though there is still no evidence of her condition. It’s awhile before she conjures the courage to look at Bruce again, hoping she hasn’t again caused him sorrow.
It’s a silence that hangs on a pin drop. And when it hits, so does his chest falls into his stomach. Lungs fighting with intestine. His whole nervous system on a haywire. All in the minute blink of an eye. His fingers hang frozen over keys. And his thoughts racing ahead of him while his mouth cling to the perpetual line of dismay and displeasure that had clung to the boy of 5 year old comprehending the worlds and its discomforts without ever fully understanding how to navigate it. That struggle seems to scream louder at him now in the very moment he would think his years of training would offer some guidance.
“ Do you know the father? “ He asked slowly, deliberately. Tasting the words on his lips like a ghost of a cigarette. Bitter. Dry. And burned into every taste bud. He imagines the way his body is reacting is not quite the same as being held down by a group of assasins and being told by your ex-wife that she’s fostered your 10 year old child in secret but he can’t say the same feeling is that far off.
