a blur against the night sky,

i don't use this mask to hide, i use it to become.

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    𓆩♞𓆪  gotham city is cursed, poisoned by those that owe her their lives. they've squeezed her soul of all its hope. i cannot heal her or her people without first exterminating the evil in the streets and the greed fused into the foundations. the innocents have no reason to fear me, but you━you take, and take, and take until there is nothing left. YOU WILL LEARN TO FEAR ME. i am batman, and gotham is mine to protect.

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this is a semi-selective exploratory writing blog for bruce wayne, also known as the batman. i am multiverse and multiship; i delve into dc verses as much as i delve into other forms of media. i put bruce everywhere! there will be mature and nsfw themes on this blog, so please only follow me if you're 21+. crimenight has been lovingly written by rose━25, she/they━since 2018.

please note that i am extremely canon divergent. i have had many years to curate a portrayal that is unique to me. you will not find canon batman here, and it will be awkward if you attempt to write with me assuming you will. i pull inspiration from comics and rocksteady's arkham series, as well as many metaphysical areas of study. i write an esoteric, detective batman instead of a highly technology-reliant, modern batman. if that seems up your alley, then please follow! we will get along swimmingly! 𖹭

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[crimenight]

"Don't try and get close to me. You'll just get yourself hurt."

tendrils of smoke obscure his view of the man of steel. they drift up from where superman's suit had melted off his skin and where he had scorched the grass to ash. small bits of bright red and orange newly-formed glass pepper the soil, finally cooling alongside the rest of the crater. clark was also settling, coming down from whatever high had led to that colossal burst of light and heat. despite how uncontrolled his surge looked, he seemed to have drawn his assailants to the fields far outside both metropolis and gotham, and then aimed his anger almost towards space. clark was always careful like that.

the batplane sits about a quarter mile away while bruce had made the rest of the way by foot. when he had gotten close enough to see clark shift and rise from the pit he's created, he called out to him. clark held his trembling hands up and warned him not to get close. bruce scoffed, mostly out of relief. “don't tell me what to do.” he defiantly strides towards clark. his shoulders and mouth both set in a rigid, determined line almost like he were about to scold him. heat encases bruce's entire body and his breath becomes strangely labored as he draws closer. the air itself felt like it were still superheated. however, as long as bruce were still alive, he'd keep moving towards clark.

his gloved hands press against the kryptonian's chest, searching his body for wounds or any clue to explain the day's happenings. when he doesn't find anything but his unscarred and unbloodied skin, bruce then attempts to meet clark's eyes. the broiling steam is almost unbearable in the suit but so is the idea of stepping away. “let's get you home.”

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is the stylus extension working for y'all? does it remove the stupid image borders? i think mine broke and i've reset it a few times, but it's still not working

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yeah yeah superhero summer or whatever but what about SUPERBAT summer.. have y'all told your dads that you LOVE THEM??

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"They're all afraid of me. And they're right to be. You should be, too."

“you have quite the flare for dramatics.” bruce mumbles after a deliberate pause. he is careful to keep his voice neutral though it wasn't difficult to do at all. there simply hadn't been a moment in the last forty-five minutes to pause and reflect on what exactly he had been looking at, let alone decide what emotion to project. reflections would be saved for when he'd inevitably pace the cave, fingers running across his lips as he attempts to make sense of the night's happenings.

his focus is on belaya right now, who sat withdrawn in the passenger seat of his black porsche. blood drips from her arms and legs and onto the leather, but it wasn't the cleaning bruce is worried about. he couldn't tell if there were wounds beneath the blood or if it were all from the massacre by the docks. she wasn't exactly fond of his probing at the scene. the car comes to a slow stop in front of the wayne manor, and bruce makes quick work of jumping out of the car and running to the other side to open her door. “i am sorry to say that nothing you do will scare me.” he holds out a hand, his mouth quirking into something reminiscent of a smirk. “let's get you cleaned up.”

[astrronomemes]

AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP: STARTERS

a collection of dialogue prompts for or about characters who have been treated or trained as weapons by others, valued only for their capacity for violence, destruction, and harm. trigger warnings for mentions of murder and violence. change & alter as needed.

THE WEAPON:

"I'm not proud of the person they've turned me into. But it's all I know. And it's too late for me to change now."

"If there was ever any good in me, there's none left anymore."

"I don't know where the blood ends. Where my hands begin."

"I do what it takes to survive. And I don't care if that makes me a villain."

"I'm good at hurting people. I'm not going to apologize for doing what I'm good at."

"I'll never know who I could have been if they hadn't made me into this."

"This is your fault! You did this to me! You're the reason I'm like this!"

"Don't try and get close to me. You'll just get yourself hurt."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm... I'm not very good at being good."

"I don't really know how to be gentle."

"I'm not nice, and I'm not going to pretend to be. Deal with it."

"They made me a monster."

"They're all afraid of me. And they're right to be. You should be, too."

"I know I'm a villain. I don't need you to tell me that."

"Look at what they did to me! Look at what they made me into! It's their fault! They ruined me!"

"I wish they'd just killed me. I wish they'd just killed me instead of turning me into this. Being dead is better than being a monster."

"I know you're scared of me. It's okay. Everyone is."

"What does it matter whether I feel guilty about it or not? I still did it. Being sorry doesn't change that."

"Who am I if I'm not a monster?"

"No one could ever love me after everything I've done."

"Why aren't you afraid of me? How can you not be afraid of me?"

"I don't even know who I am without them pulling my strings."

"You want me to be the villain so bad? I can damn well provide."

"I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to hurt people. I want to be gentle. I want to be good."

"Who am I if I'm not what they've made me?"

"I don't need a weapon. I am one."

"Do you think I have it in me, to be good?"

THE WIELDER:

"You look so beautiful covered in somebody else's blood."

"And where did this little crisis of conscience come from all of a sudden?"

"You don't get to say no to me. Not after everything I've done for you. You owe me."

"You belong to me. You're mine."

"Where would you be without me? Who would you be without me? ...That's right. So let's try and be a little more grateful, hm?"

"I gave you everything, and this is how you choose to repay me?"

"I made you! You're nothing without me!"

"You don't make the rules, darling. That's my job."

"You are a dog, and I hold your leash. Never forget that."

"I didn't make you a monster. I just brought out what was already there."

"Look at you, coming when I call, eating out of my hand, doing everything I tell you... such a good dog, aren't you?"

"You think you can just walk away from me? Where are you going to go? Nobody else could possibly love a sick thing like you!"

"Monster is such an ugly word. I prefer to think of it as... helping you reach your fullest potential."

"I've got you trained so well, don't I?"

"I thought you knew better than to disobey me."

"Do you really think you can be a hero? After everything you've done?"

"Well, then, if I really ruined your life like you say, why don't you just kill me? We both know you're good at that."

"This is all you're good for. Don't go getting delusions of grandeur on me now."

"You couldn't survive without me. Don't ever delude yourself into thinking otherwise."

"I give the orders. You take them. Not the other way around."

"Destruction is really the only thing you're good at, darling. Take that away, and what's left?"

THE OBSERVER:

"You don't have to be what they tell you to be, you know? You're not stuck. You can change."

"You're not a monster. You're my friend."

"Being gentle doesn't come easy to you, does it?"

"You're a good person. I'm sorry they made you think you aren't."

"You kind of have a little... blood... on your face. ...Don't worry, I'll get it for you."

"I'm not scared of you."

"So, have you ever... you know... killed somebody?"

"You're sick, you know that? You're really sick. I can't believe you seriously do this kind of shit."

"Look, I know who you are. I know what you've done. And I'm not running away from you. You can't scare me off."

"You really are a monster."

"Why do you listen to them? Why do you take orders from them? You don't have to obey everything they tell you."

"So, let me get this straight: you know how to kill a man fifteen different ways, just with your bare hands, and you wouldn't even break a sweat... but you don't know what to do at a party?"

"You're not as mean as you want everyone to think you are."

"You say you're not a dog. So why do you blindly follow orders like one?"

"You don't have to do this. You don't have to be like this. You can choose your own path."

"You really are as bad as they say."

"Don't touch me. You have blood on your hands."

"I know you won't hurt me. I trust you."

"No! Stay away from me! Don't come any closer!"

"The world isn't just heroes and villains. You don't have to be one or the other. And just because you've been one doesn't mean you can't be the other."

"You don't have to listen to them. You don't have to obey."

"They don't get to decide who you are. No one but you gets to decide who you are."

[crimenight]

VÂNBRUCE ON MY DASH !!!!! GOOD MORNING TO ME!!!!

vânbruce soup for the soul........ for your soul.....

[crimenight]

Just seconds ago he was driving leisurely along Main Street, enjoying his city on the ground before he would prowl its streets from above. The sound of cars honking, engines revving and idling, and the bustle of crowds had soothed him into a false sense of peace. A cool breeze filtered through his open windows and tousled his hair enough for it fall out of its careful slicked back style and into his eyes. At a red light, he slides The Cars' Candy-O album into his CD player. As Since I Held You begins to play, Bruce notices that his phone had been vibrating. He expected an email from Lucius or a text regarding dinner from Alfred, but instead it were @nguyetvan telling him that she might have found herself in a kidnapping situation. She mentions it nonchalantly as if to temper his nerves, but it seems to have the opposite effect.

✉︎ 〔Bruce | 07:29〕: Is your seatbelt on? ✉︎ 〔Vân | 07:29〕: Yes.

Adrenaline immediately forces his eyes wide and his teeth return to their familiar habit of grinding mercilessly against each other. Bruce throws the phone haphazardly into the passenger seat. From his estimations (and the GPS tracker he had installed in her phone), Vân and this unnamed coworker of hers were just a mile ahead. Of course, they were accelerating away while Bruce was sitting idle at this red light. Forget this. The wheels on his beautiful sky blue Aston Martin One-77 squeal as he drives onto the curb and sidewalk, taking advantage of a rare lull in the rush of perpendicular traffic, and accelerates back onto Main Street. The needle on his speedometer moves smoothly and swiftly from 0 to 65 to 140 miles per hour. He weaves through traffic and when he finally spots the gray Honda Accord with a familiar head of black hair in the passenger seat, he turns the wheel abruptly. The Aston Martin careens into the driver side of the Honda and sends both cars drifting into the driveway of a parking garage. The gray car crashes into the gate arm and stops against the unmanned toll booth. Its bumper seems to hang on by a thread, but that was least of anyone's worries when the car itself was most definitely totaled.

Bruce grits his teeth and immediately searches for signs of movement from within the Accord, ignoring the smoke billowing from his own car's hood. He doesn't breathe until he sees both doors fly open. His expression changes from one of a predator to a concerned and horrified citizen as he climbs quickly out of his car. “Jesus Christ, I am so sorry! I just met this woman and she was texting me━I swear I looked down for justa' second! I will pay you whatever you want━I really am so━Vân!?” An astonished, almost hesitant grin acts as the perfect companion to his wide eyes and disheveled hair. “What a coincidence!” He turns to her alleged kidnapper and gestures wildly to her, “If you wanted to sue me, you've found yourself with the perfect person. I mean, I really hope you don't sue me.”

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it is too early to be upset but i am telling y’all right now you cannot have an opinion on batfamily dynamics when all you have read are twitter threads, wfa, and then very specific snippets of certain dumb as fuck modern comics. it’s like reading chapters 1, 8, 16, 28, & 52 of a 100 chapter book and then trying to assert your wrong opinions everywhere. it doesn’t make sense. what these people are saying doesn’t make sense.

and when i say that my bruce is not compatible with modern day perceptions of HIS character AND those around him, i mean it! if someone, in character, asked my bruce why he hit jason he’d explode. it wouldn’t work. nothing works or makes sense. i am begging y’all to pick up the 70s, 80s, and 90s comics before you even THINK about touching a 2010s+ comic. there is a very apparent character shift in batman alone that isn’t necessarily good. i feel like i am going insane actually.

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happy gay

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FYI if you don't know there is a boycott against DC right now. DC hasn't had a mainline ongoing comic run for a black character in 1201 days. As a big DC fan this is unacceptable. Please pirate their comics, movies, shows etc

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what do y’all think about bruce wayne x harvey specter first thoughts only

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is the overwatch rpc alive? are we normal?

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well

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is the overwatch rpc alive? are we normal?

[supurman]

the     endless   battle    [...]    for a better tomorrow. / #𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧