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either kid bruce being extreeeemely confused about how he’s so big now, or teenage bruce going ‘fuuuuck, I’m old as FUCK!’ as soon as he sees his reflection

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deaged bruce, but only mentally, not physically
either kid bruce being extreeeemely confused about how he’s so big now, or teenage bruce going ‘fuuuuck, I’m old as FUCK!’ as soon as he sees his reflection
one of the many things with Batman is that if everything is his fault than everything is within his control, and if everything is within his control than he can better himself (something hypothetically possible) to ensure that no one is ever hurt again.
if it is not his fault then it is not within his control and then there's nothing he can do to prevent it from happening again.
this is why he will always make it his fault and this is why he will always accept any blame thrown at him whether merited or not. his drive for control isn't love of power it's fear of inescapable consequences
The Backrooms movie reminded me of Silent hill 2,,
What I finds funny is when someone asks Bruce to sacrifice his firstborn. Of course, Bruce would refuse, but he also doesn't know how to calculate. Dick is his eldest son, but he didn't adopt him first; he adopted Jason first. Does that make Jason his eldest son? But he adopted Cass, and Cass is older than Jason. Tim brought Bruce back to literally . And Damien is his blood son. Basically Bruce doesn't know what it means to have a firstborn
The witch and him end up sat down with a whiteboard trying to figure it out. The batkids are waiting outside to find out the answer before they bust in to incapacitate the witch.
Hi so this is v long so pls dont worry about responding and I dont write very well sorry
so had an interaction that made me think of Bruce and Alfred and I've been stewing on it but thought I'd share, just like food for thought idk, absolutely no pressure to do anything
but like when I speak about something that I'm passionate/care/ excited about, I often speak v rapidly and thats not uncommon i dont think
and i dont just pull this on strangers, only w friends/family im v comfortable around and i feel likely agree on this topic so not making them uncomfortable
and I speak quickly and ask for input and go on tangents
but i noticed in a few conversation that my family had just zoned out and gone on their own conversations and id just asked a question about what they think and was fully blanked
like it happens people get distracted or get bored etc
but like apply to Bruce? maybe a passionate kid w Alfred and shut down/ ignored/ told be quiet not so excitable
or comfortable w Clark and gets on a topic and talks and Clark just often has a dazed look and zoned out
maybe with his kids, trying to bond and people just start own conversations around him, over him
so gradually realises no one wants to hear it, or had realised but thought these different people might care, finally comfortable to open up
so Bruce after maybe few occurrences doesn't try again, comes across as abrasive but is just trying to not bother people with his excitement over certain topics and let's them speak and not speak too much in return so not to bore them
once you've realised people ignore you get bored its harder to open up again so Bruce just continues on like this
I like J'onn just getting Bruce and slowly both building trust and having an insane bond friendship that Clark is jealous of, maybe Bruce finally has someone who listens and matches the excitement
also opportunity for like isolating bruce for not communicating/ opening up etc bc unaware he's trying to not bother them?
sorry this is very long, I'm not sure it makes sense either
Ah yes that never ending loop of being autistic -> realising no one wants to hear it -> trying to stop -> being autistic anyway cause that's your fucking brain chemistry -> people still not wanting to hear it -> feeling like a burden
When Dick was younger, so long as he could be active while Bruce was talking, he was happy to listen. And since Bruce was his spotter, they might as well fill the silence, so they would talk for hours as Dick practised his gymnastics. As he got older, and the tensions between them grew, that happened less and less, until Bruce doesn't really try anymore. He'd love to share the information he found woth Dick, it's a topic he knows his son would be interested in, but he doesn't want to burden him. Not when Dick barely tolerates being in his presence nowadays. That's what he thinks, anyway.
Jason always had a thirst for knowledge. They would trade facts easily, Bruce would explain his recent interest as Jason sits in his lap, then listen attentively as Jason giddily recounts his latest read. To this day Bruce can recite the plot of books he's never read. They don't do that anymore, though.
Tim would delve into the research alongside Bruce, and bring him facts he thinks Bruce would enjoy. Now, Tim is barely around anymore, with his team, or his partner, or on the other side of Gotham rather than the manor. Robin and Batman talk about cases. Bruce asks his son about his life. He doesn't bother his son with his recent interests. Sometimes Tim learns something he thinks Bruce would like to know, and resolves to tell him next time he sees him. Most of the time he forgets.
Cassandra needed to learn how to speak. Bruce kept himself simple, and taught her with the patience it required. There was no opportunity to share with her. Even when he tried, when she'd see his excitement, ask to know, his fascination would always take over, and he would use words too big, too specialised, speak too fast. She'd get frustrated with herself for not understanding, he'd get frustrated with himself for screwing it up, and they'd part ways.
Duke would listen, sometimes. But now he's living with his mother again, when he comes back around the manor it's to see the family, not listen to Bruce. So he doesn't try, and stays in the background so the others have a chance to catch up. He misses the way Duke looks at him, wondering why they don't spend time together anymore.
Damian lets Bruce speak. He was under the impression his son listened, but over time it would become clear that was as and when he pleased. So Bruce stopped, and came up with other ways to spend time with his youngest instead.
The Trinity, of course, was always close. From the formation of the Justice League, the three of them always gravitated together. And while Clark is one of Bruce's closest friends, on the field and off, he isn't the best listener, ironically given his powers.
He tends to zone out a lot. Or forget he's in conversation with you, listening to something across the world. So Bruce stops, gradually, when he realises it's a fruitless effort, and their friendship is cemented in other ways.
One day, Bruce finds himself stopped by Diana. "Are we not friends, Bruce?"
"I assumed we were," he teases. "Unless you've got something to tell me, princess?"
She laughs, rolling her eyes, before sobering again. "Why do you never come to me? Clark does not listen to you."
Bruce realises what she'd talking about, and feels something twist in his gut. He's messed up again. "I didn't think you'd be interested, Di."
"Are a significant sum of your interests are dedicated to history, no?" He nods, and she smiles. "Bruce. Did you forget I am a curator? I am always interested in the history of man."
So he begins to talk to Diana. The meeting will end, and they'd head to one of their rooms to discuss their newest area of interest together. And with her museum contacts, and her own age, she contributes just as much as he does, and Bruce finds they are closer than ever. He feels like a kid again when they stay up all night in the manor, lying on the floor, hot chocolate in hand, shushing each other and ending up in fits of laughter as they try to stay quiet and not wake the house.
Then J'onn sits next to Bruce one day. "Your mind is incredibly busy today, Batman."
"Hn," Bruce grunts, all too aware.
"Is this not something you would usually rectify with Diana?"
"I talk about history with Diana. This is science."
"Does she not care for it?"
"I don't intend to find out."
"Well," J'onn hums. Bruce feels familiar hands picking around in his brain, peering at what he's thinking about. He gave J'onn permission to enter his brain as he pleases years ago, when the Martian confessed how hard it was without psychic contact, but it's not exactly pleasant when his brain is already so crowded today.
J'onn withdraws, probably hearing that thought, and nods at him. "It seems interesting. If you wish to talk, you know where to find me."
That night, Bruce finds himself in J'onn's room, waiting for him to return from a mission. He feels fingers probe into his mind a few moments before the door opens and J'onn slips inside. "Please," J'onn invites, and Bruce leans forward.
"Okay, so—"
It's easier, after that. Diana does try to indulge Bruce when she learns he was holding back, but admits she is not as interested, and Bruce feels no guilt this time, simply agreeing and J'onn assures them both of his continued interest.
Both J'onn and Diana are welcome company, and Bruce finds himself drawn closer to both of them over time. Sometimes he notices Clark staring at him, grinding his jaw, but when he asks, his friend dismisses the idea anything is wrong.
Other times, when he and Diana stumble down for breakfast, or he and J'onn get out of the car with a preemptive haul of oreos before disappearing into a sitting room, he notices the kids looking at them strangely, but he can't seem to figure out why.
Diana leaves yawning one morning, complaining she doesn't have time for a nap because she has a meeting at the museum, and Bruce returns from seeing her off to Damian glowering into his bowl of cereal.
"You say you are not dating Diana?"
"I am not," he confirms, wondering where it is going. He knows his son is close with her, but he can't imagine he wants Bruce to begin a relationship with her.
"Then what do you do all night?" His son asks, slamming his fist down on the table. Bruce blinks at the display of frustration, his brow furrowing.
"We talk."
Damian leaves the room, ignoring Bruce calling his name. After that, the staring, the looks, the silent studying increase, and Bruce is still clueless about what it means.
But at least he has his friends.
this is it, the ghostbat
Everyone always assumes Bruce likes black gothic things because of his suit and keeps gifting him black stuff: turtlenecks, ties, fancy pens, notebooks, etc. etc. His family always gets him a bunch of gothic style trinkets for New years. But the truth is, he doesn't like black. He doesn't hate it. It's a very practical color for his hero purposes, but it doesn't even make his top 5. And gothic style, while beautiful, is not something he craves. He uses all these gifts because he wants to show his appreciation to the people who gave them, but if it was up to him, none of his stationary would look this dark and strict. His actual favorite color is pink, and he loves pastel tones, and if all these gifts suddenly vanished and he had to shop for replacements, then there wouldn't be a single black tie in his wardrobe. He craves color, but he doesn't know how to correct the assumptions without making his friends and family feel bad for "incorrect" gifts, so he keeps silent and keeps putting on his gifted black blazers and goth jewelry, affirming the assumption further.
Since Bruce was much younger when he first took in Dick I like to think that out of all the batkids Bruce and dick definitely at least got along the most. They are only like 12-15 years apart, meaning they could even be in the same generation!
Like Bruce could hang out with dick all the time since they were already planning to do the same thing, matching outfits, playing video games together, they even understand eachothers niche references
I love few (many) things more than Bruce and Dick getting de-aged and accidentally alienating the other kids because they are The Dynamic Duo and they realise just quite how their relationships (in their eyes) will never measure up.
Bruce: My kids hate me. They must be wishing for my death.
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Jason, throwing Damian over his shoulders against the couch: SAY THAT AGAIN! I DARE YOU!
Damian, flipping in the air to his feet: I AM HIS BABY! HIS FAVORITE!!
Dick, entering the room: Oh, I know you didn't just say that.
Jason: Right, because I AM BAB-!
Dick, elbow against Jason's side so hard, the other is on his knees: Everybody knows I'm the light of his eyes.
Damian: YOU ARE ANCIENT HISTORY!!
Dick, gasping dramatically:
Jason, trying to stand: ... H- HA!
Dick: Oh shut up! You're catching up to me, freaking fridge of a person.
Jason, deeply hurt:
Cass: He's a girls dad.
Tim, pointing behind her: Ok. THAT'S cheating.
Duke, exiting the room: Not even his child, and I know I'm the favorite.
Dick, power walking after him: SAY THAT AGAIN TO THE OG'S FACE!!
Jason: OH PLEAAAAASE! You know Bruce loves me more, I am the baby that came back-!
Tim, grumbling: JESUS FUCK GET OVER YOURSELF!!
Cass, shaking her head: Irrelevant. I'm the cutest.
Tim: THAT'S a blatant lie.
Cass: ?
Damian: Right. Because I'm sta-
Tim, covering Damian's mouth: Because I'm standing RIGHT here!
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Barbara, showing the video to Bruce:
Bruce: AI is getting too advanced. It's scary.
Stephanie: Oh, for fucks sake.
This feels like something tumblr would appreciate
some people don’t deserve fanfics, much less for free.
also even if authors didn’t tag any specific warnings but they used the “creator chose not to use archive warnings” tag, then that is your warning.
“omg you should’ve —” no one forced your entitled ass to read anything. fanfic writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. if you don’t like what you’re reading, quietly leave. ao3 is not an airport. no one cares about your departure so no need to announce it.
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also reblog to give fanfic writers the love and courage to write whatever they want—however they want—forever.
dystopia au where we are all assigned one of two chosen genders at birth
Thanks to ultrasounds, the genders can be assigned before birth. The people are so excited to conform they throw “Gender reveal parties” to make sure their offspring exist in a strict binary since before they can even form thoughts.
Children are color-coded according to their binary assignment.
One of the genders is seen as inherently inferior.
This all sounds really effing creepy when you put it that way
#BECAUSE IT IS
And if you deviate from the assigned gender you can be disowned by your family, fired from your job, and beaten by authorities.
this is like in doctor who when they've previously recorded something to respond to a conversation happening in the present
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thank you everyone for many fun years, and for your continued support going forward 🫶
Okay so I asked @chiplin about their wip title for the ask game and I guessed completely wrong about what it would be so now I'm here to deliver superbat angst:
Superbat fling. Or, well. Clark has a fling for Bruce. Bruce falls head over heels for Bruce. And, as flings are wont to do, they end.
Clark goes to Bruce when they were supposed to meet up, their hangouts that always ended up with significantly less clothes by the end of the night. Hangouts, because only Bruce considered them dates.
Clark sits down giddily next to Bruce and grabs his hands, a smile breaking out over his face. "I think Lois likes me!"
Bruce freezes. Clark keeps going, talking about how he hears her pulse pick up around him, hears her breathing change, and even yesterday had it confirmed by overhearing Jimmy tease Lois about it.
It's ironic in a painful way that Clark can understand the vital signs of the girl he likes to mean she likes him, but can't understand the ones of the man he's been fucking for months as his entire world comes crashing down.
Bruce smiles, and claps Clark on the shoulder. "I'm happy for you."
They spend the evening planning out how he'll ask out Lois. The clothes are still on when Clark leaves, and Bruce goes to dinner despondently. Dick looks up when he reaches the table, and frowns.
"Did you and Clark break up?" He asks, because he's torn into the room earlier to say hi to his favourite uncle, and as he often fantasised aloud, future step-father.
Bruce chuckles, shaking his head, but can't manage to muster a smile for his ward. "Turns out," he hums, "we were never together."
Lois says yes when Clark asks her out.
Bruce smiles and congratulates him.
Lois says yes when Clark asks her to marry him.
Bruce smiles and congratulates him.
Lois says yes when Clark asks if it's true.
Bruce smiles and congratulates him.
He sends them both flowers the first time. He offers to pay for the wedding the second. He hands over his card for baby shopping the third.
He never says anything about his feelings ever again. He's happy for them, and that is no lie. They are both his friends, and he loves them dearly. Simply, sometimes, not in the way he's supposed to.
"When did you start calling Dad Uncle Clark?" Jon asks, floating in the air above Damian, looking at Dick.
Bruce's eldest shrugs. "When I was younger. Him, me, and B were a pretty tight-knit group, so he graduated to uncle status pretty quickly."
Bruce thinks that's the end of it, and smiles at the memories. Then his son opens his big mouth, and deconstructs all of Bruce's carefully maintained lies with a single sentence.
"I actually thought about calling him 'Dad,' too."
Bruce feels his blood run cold. His other children perk up, as does Clark, while Dick remains in a world of his own.
"You did?" Clark asks, and he can feel the Kryptonian's eyes on him, can feel that familiar probing gaze that means he's heard Bruce's vitals and is looking for the injury that caused it.
Dick hums, buried in his phone. "I mean, yeah. You acted like a dad anyway, and I knew it was only a matter of time."
"Until what?"
Bruce pleads the universe to make Dick stop talking.
"Until Bruce put his money where his mouth was. I mean, he—" Dick's mouth clamps closed, and Bruce sighs. Too little too late, universe.
Tension settles over the room like a weighted blanket, and Bruce feels all eyes on him. He does not look up from his book.
"Bruce what, Dick?" Clark says, and Dick rests his phone on his forehead, letting out a mortified groan.
"Nothing."
"You and Supes were a thing?" Steph asks.
"No."
"No."
"Ye— No. Shit."
"Dick?" Clark's voice is stern, and Bruce curses the universe. He's like a dog with a bone, Bruce doesn't stand a chance at getting out of this.
"Dick."
"Sorry, B."
"You're grounded."
"Yeahhhh that's fair." Dick ducks back behind his phone, and Bruce slides a bookmark between his pages before setting the novel aside.
He lifts his eyes to meet Clark's, and tips his chin up. Clark meets his gaze firmly, and studies him. "I'd like you to explain, Bruce."
"Don't play stupid, Clark. Dick has given you more than enough information to figure it out."
"You were in love with me."
"Yes."
"You wanted to marry me."
"Yes."
Jason whistles lowly, Tim stares at them with wide eyes, Kon looks like he's experiencing revelations, and Bruce can see Cass' worried gaze scanning his form.
"We've never dated!" Clark protests.
Even Jon winces at that.
Bruce swallows. "So it seems. But at the time, I believed we were. As did Dick, and Alfred. Diana too, naturally."
Clark rubs his hands over his face. Bruce's eyes catch on his wedding ring. "But we—"
"We spent most of our time together, you were all but co-parenting my child, and we ended up in bed together most nights," Bruce interrupts. "Forgive me the mistake, Clark, but you didn't exactly set clear boundaries between friendship and whatever it is you catagorised our relationship as."
"So you've just...stuck by my side as I married and made a family with another woman?"
Bruce shrugs, and manages to muster a smile. "I'm glad it was her. She's the love of you life."
wait i just found out you can be nice to people and be their friend i thought we had to kill them all cause i was raised in a lab to be a living weapon