I enjoy this fanfic so much that I re-read it, downloaded it and decided to tell you about my feelings and thoughts!
The whole two weeks I was written down all of them, and now I can share it without spoilers!
But, if you didn't read it - spoiler alert.
Guys, today, in our theatre, you can watch "The story of how one author thought that they can and want to write a crack, but when they started to write it down, it started to turn into an Hurt/Comfort story about feelings". Genre - Tragedy, Comedy, Based on the real story.
I was just watching B:WAS, minding my own business but then Bruce, being worried about his butler-dad missing and Batman was running and shouting "Alfred!" louder and louder. And then I thought "what if Batman one day was so worried, because Alfred was in danger, that he accidentally shouted "DAD!" and everyone was like ":0 DOES BATMAN JUST CALLED WAYNE'S BUTLER A DAD? " and after that (because it's obviously an idea for crack, not for serious story) the whole city ('cause gangsters and random people who just happened to be there all of them have a family and/or friends) start to spreading rumors and create crazy conspiracy theory. And people (who loves the good drama) realized. Batman was the son of Wayne's butler and that's mean that Batman was a young boy, who worked with his father for Wayne family and that's the reason why Batman can afford so much stuff! Bruce is his sponsor! And cherry on the top - Batman is Bruce's true love! And they were childhood friends, the prince and the pauper who grew up in the prince and his knight, forbidden lovers, protectors of the Gotham! Everything start to makes sense now!
I couldn't help myself and I blame Bruceman fics for that idea. Take responsibility for Bruceman rot in my mind.
I wanted to leave it like the idea for some time and return to thinking about plot of Fairytales For Little Bats and writing the second chapter (I start it and write a couple words, I just need to think about what I want this story to be), but THAT NEED DEEP INSIDE MY SOUL WAS JUST SCREAMING "WRITE THIS CRACK (maybe crack treated seriously??) FANFIC, I WANT TO LOOK AT IT". Agh, muses, am I right?
Anyway, I write this July 24th (is it writes like that? I can't remember) at 7pm while walking to train after the job. And I'm just curious, will or will not I write this story in next couple of days.
And this was the first part! Ah, the hopes, the excitement, the believe in "this is going to be a crack pure humour fanfic".
And then I start to leave messages for myself.
Message to future me: Please, I know our vocabulary is small or just not so big, and Alfred use a complicated words, but pleeease just try to write something that he would say.
Message from future Froggy:
Me: "Batman was feeling bad and that's because he accidentally called Alfred dad" Yeah, that should be a proper prologue to the comedy story :)
Almost 2k words of Batman's hurt and angst: Hi :D
And right after that I wrote crack. Mhm. I see. Anyway, there is 2,6k words now, and I leave the rest to tomorrow me, who should definitely finish this fanfic, cause it's 11pm and my brain definitely isn't working cause I don't like the crack that I see right now. It's too short.
Message to more future me: is there gonna be like 8k words or I won't do it? /asking like you ask the fortune-telling ball/
Message from more future me:
"This is the funny idea, I'm going to write my first crack fic! :)
2k words of angst prologue
"Oh...um...wow...okay...well at least now I can write a crack?"
N-k words of Alfred's and Bruce's feelings with the plan to write more
/image of me, hugging my knees/ "It was supposed to be crack it was supposed to be crack it was-"
Continue writing a story that APPARENTLY now about FEELINGS with all capitals
Imaginary psychiatric: "Tell me, is this "light story with the genre of crack" in one room with us now?"
After this I start to noticing some cool lines that I accidentally wrote.
rereading fanfic and "The bat, that was dropped after the shot, are now in hands of the butler." OH MY GOD? I WROTE THIS WITH NO SYMBOLISM, BUT REREAD IT AND OMG THE BAT THAT WAS DROPPED AFTER THE SHOT ARE NOW IN HANDS OF THE BUTLER, LIKE LITTLE BRUCE THAT WAS ALL ALONE AND SCARED AND TRAUMATISED AFTER THE SHOT THAT KILLED HIS PARENTS AND ALFRED TAKE CARE OF BRUCE? GOSH THAT IS ABSOLUTE CINEMA
Guys if you thought that Alfred teaching Bruce how to iron clothes was silly just knew that I wanted to write that iron will explode if you will use it without the water. But I went to Google it and that was not true. Guys, I don't know WHY I thought iron would explode.
Of course there were some memes and forgetting the days.
Me, on the July 19th, deciding to write a simple crack story about gothamites thinking that Batman is Alfred's son and that means bruceman's tea: hey future me is this gonna be a crack or crack treated seriously
Me, two weeks after, putting the long cylinder cookie between my fingers like a cigarette, dramatically looking in the window: There is no crack in Ba Sing Se, Froggy
Me in the past: huh... and why you use this quote if it means that there is something but we didn't talk about it
Me: ...shut up. Anyway, no crack for you
The true crack was memories that we make while I was writing this fanfic.
Me, on the Aug 6th, writing the Day 6, while being on the work seminar: lalala happy happy no dialogue challenge all calming asmr vibe :) Hmmmmmm should I write the Day 7 today too? Hmm :/ Idk
Me, going home from work the same day: I'm gonna write how Bruce admit to the Alfred how he is a truly dad to him and they talk about love :)
Me, writing: wait, why is there angst and Alfred's POV--
Melancholic music in my ears while I wrote it: idk bro probably cause the rain
Me, shrugging: I guess we doing circles angst now. So, how about I wrote how Alfred called Bruce seven times like days? Ohhhh nonono the amount of years that passed by since Alfred became the only parent Bruce have. Oh, it's 13? Interesting accident. I like it :) It's gonna be 13 :)
Me: this is gonna be a fun scene :)
Alfred: I'm gonna joke a little :)
But the true crack - me, yesterday, showing my nene this fic.
My big sis: /reading the fic slowly, out loud/
Me: OH MY GOD MONSTER INSIDE HIM SCRATCHING THE WALLS IT'S LIKE A SKILLET'S "MONSTER" LMAAAAAAO
My big sis: /laughing very hard when she read the gossip part and learned for the first time about bruceman/
Me: :) "She likes my fanfic" :) "Nene thinks my fanfic is good" :)
Guys, I really love my fanfic, I am feeling this love to write, this need to write, and this is funny!
I love that art becoming more and more fun for me and I am feeling more and more need to create something (khem, like the new page of Batblob and Robean, the idea for it was created for a days now, but I still didn't draw it-, khem)
If you read all of this yapping, um, wow, thanks
