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An alien shape-shifting spy infiltrates a sentient being smuggling ring. Amongst the prisoners, a peculiar creature is secretly organizing a revolt. “Just where are you from,” the astonished spy asks the would-be rebel leader. She simply replies, “Earth.”
I need to stop doing these about Bruce and J'onn. I need to stop doing these about Bruce and J'onn. I need to stop-
"Earth" he lets the sound roll out of his tongue. A note for a future visit pinned in the back of his mind.
The creature, eyes shimmering with confidence and the colour of precious minerals, nods at him. "Earth" he repeats. "I need to get back home" he continues to bandage one of the rebels, hidden between the shadows of the building.
J'onn nods. Home. It's been a while since he thought of anything as that. His own mission dragging him around the corners of the universe. But he has a base. A place to return, he has-
"Where are you going after this is all over?" Bruce, the creature's name, looks at him beneath thick lashes that cover the beauty of his eyes.
"I have nowhere to go" he lies. He doesn't know why.
"Mn." Bruce finishes and gives the rebel a smile. Warm. And J'onn has never felt hate for a stranger who has done no damage to him before. Until now. "You could always come with me. Back... To my planet."
J'onn let's that sink in for a second. He nods "I would love to see your home". And Bruce's smile addresses him, this time.
He'll need to contact base and make some sort of excuse.
He looks around. To the bodies and the flames and the pain and the anger. He can do this. Give him a few minutes. He can do this and quick travel to Earth.
He nods, more to himself, and raises himself up, imitating the gesture he had seen on Bruce before, rolling up inexistent sleeves, and circling around where human shoulders should be.
You can't go from this https://www.tumblr.com/ilovemybruciewayne/823402868058030080/all-the-blame-for-this-crack-goes-to?source=share to this https://www.tumblr.com/ilovemybruciewayne/823429162634199040/hes-alive-he-pressed-the-meat-of-his-palms?source=share the same day! my heart can't take your rollercoaster of fanfics! you can't make me laugh and they cry! stop!
I can! And I did!
Mwahahahaha!!
The posts are these (crack) and these (whump)
Glad you're enjoying yourself!! Stay around for more whiplashes!! 🤗
Dick también le tiene miedo a los fuegos artificiales? O entendí mal?
I couldn't find the ficlet, anon! Sorry!!!
I think I know which is it. Is one of Mouse's asks, right? Where B is scared of the firreworks?
But I couldn't find it to check what had I written. I have the feeling that I didn't write it with that intention, but like most of what i write, i like to leave things pretty unclear so the reader interprets more freely... But yeah, I can't find it to corroborate.
hi! i've been eating all of your terry. i can't wait for the fic. does he ever get jealous like dick does? he's always so calm. i love your writing ❤️❤️ i'll wait here for the first chapter
Oh, thank you thank you!
He definitely gets jealous, but he has a better behavior than the other Batkids. Also, he has learned how to deal with (cofcofandmanipulatecofcof) a grumpy tires Bruce. So everything works easier for him in that aspect.
About the fic... Uh...
*Looks at the mess of unconnected chapters and ficlets thrown around my table*
*Unfinished running fic glares back*
*Loud swallow*
Yeah, uhm. So I might have chapter one by the end of the yearrrrrrrr....... Maybe 2027...........
I am so sorry!! ;;-;; PLEASE more dad!Gordon? I am really sorry
Why sorry? Sure!
Bruce's cheek was a mess of tomatoe sauce and cheese. Jim smiled and grabbed a tissue for the kid.
The kid turned when called, looking away from his plate. He stared at Jim's hand, and then his face. Back to the hand, and then the toddler sitting in front. He nodded once and swallowed deeply.
It was adorable watching him lift himself with a hand pressed against the table to reach for the tissue... But what melted his heart was the way the kid grabbed the tissue, beaming fondly and extending his arm to reach small Barbara's cheek to messily clean her from the food she had been spilling all over her tiny body.
And lord, the way his babies laughed together. It made his eyes tingle with emotion.
The ten year old turned to him, a shy, proud smile across his chubby messy face, and Gordon was done.
A quickly turned around the table, lifting the boy in his arms and twisting him around until there was nothing but giggles and happiness echoing around the room.
I have a line that Bruce says but I don’t know+don’t feel like writing the scene. Basically, when working a case Bruce says something that the people around react to and then he says “We don’t know that •O• really?? :(“
And then he explains it ofc but for a moment there he forgot that he was a sophisticatedly trained detective.
—🌸🐁
"Sophisticatedly trained detective" hehehe love that, mouse
He closed the file and knocked its border against the table to make the papers align.
"So, now that everything is settled-"
"Wait wait wait wait!" Green Arrow rose up with a hand extended forward. "What do you mean everything is settled?"
"I-" He tuned to his side with a questioning gaze. Dick was already standing, but his lenses were narrow and his lips slightly separated as he stared at the archer; and by the way Tim had his head tilted to the right, he was just as confused as his brother. "I explained all there was to explain..." What is happening?
Barry covered his mouth, suppressing a smirk. Arrow continued "No. You did not" Nightwing slowly took his seat back, but his gaze never lifted from Oliver. "You just showed us the investigation. You showed us the clues. You- you're not really expecting us to solve it, aren't you?"
Bruce blinked in surprise. A small, curt "oh" was heard from his side, and he quickly turned to his sons... Who were blatantly avoiding his stare. "But it's already solved..." He turned in disbelief to his childhood friend.
"What-?"
"It's already-" A shaky hand grabbed his forearm, and he turned to see Dick bitting his lip to suppress a smile while shaking his head. Tim was next to him with his face between his hands and his shoulder trembling with quiet laughter
"Uhm-" Barry stopped to clean his throat, the humour still reflected in his tone "If i might" he lifted his hand "I can finish this for batsy, so they can go back to Gotham"
"No, Flash, this should-"
"Please, Arrow. I beg you to keep quiet" Clark whispered from Bruce's other side.
Tim quickly rose up from his seat and practically ran away before his laughter could escape him. Dick moved slower, but Bruce didn't miss the snort that he tried to cover with the screech of his chair.
He turned to see Barry failing to contain his laughter any longer, barking as he grabbed his stomach, while Hal patted Oliver's - still noticeably confused - shoulder.
"Dames is not letting you live this out" Dick elbowed his side as a welcome when he joined them next to the zetas.
"Oh gosh. I love your coworkers" Tim cleaned a fake tear after pushing the last part of the code and entering the tube next to them.
"Please, not another word"
Their laughter vanished along the blinding light covering the entire room.
"Their bad evil Batman who always has conflicts with people and its always his fault vs our good blorbo who evolves and always makes up with people after a fight and it's not even his fault they argue half the time 🥺"
I have read some. Some of them as an untagged jumpscare, some others bc I really love the author and I thrust their work.
But... Nah
Not for me.
Sorry, if you wanted me to go "EUGH! NO!! BRUDICKs DNI!!"
Not me, love.
But if you wanted me to go "YES!! YESSS!!"... Also no.
I don't appreciate the pair, because I see them way too much as a parent/son relationship. But to those who do... You do you, boo. Won't yuck on your yum... Well... In THIS yum. I do have my limits.
But Brudick is not an issue there. Just... Not for me and that relationship does make me uncomfortable.
Hiii!! Not a request or anything but just wanted you to know that I absolutely adore your writing and that your ficlets inspire SO MUCH to make art!!! I really like how you write the batfam and it feels like a balm to the soul to read about the family being so aggressively affectionate towards Bruce 🥺❤️
I hope you always have inspiration to write and that your days are filled with warm food and cold pillows
Kyaaaa! Screeching.
I love your art!! You have no idea how freaking happy I get whenever an artist I admire interact with my content. But knowing you get inspired?!
Ohmyohmy
Btw feel free to post if you ever draw anything I've written not as if I'm asking you to bc I'm actually begging on my hands and knees and if you ever do tag me so I can keep screaming and kicking my sheets bc AAAAAH WHAT?!
I love your Bruce!! He's so pretty aaaah!!!!
Im fine.
Thank you tehe.
I'll just quietly print this and leave this as my heirloom.
I noticed you started tagging again! Mind if I ask you why?
Not forced! I'm just actually curious, since you said you would not tag for a different amount of reasons.
I do prefer you tagging, if I am to be completely honest.
-🐥
Are you a frequent anon? Either your way of writing or your signature feels familiar.
No worries!
Mmh... I actually thought I uploaded that ask.
Makes sense I didn't post... Was super angry in that... Not really proud of my answer, bc I exploded.
I will post the ask's screenshot here. I won't post it. That way I'll just delete this if I don't want to see my shame again :D (I am indeed a coward.)
Also my grammar sucked there but I was truly upset and by the date that was on top of the draft, I probably was at work so I might have been also in pain. That is not to apologize for my words bc I don't regret them, I'm just embarrassed by my emotional reaction, but I stand by what I said. It's to apologize for the constant typos and bad grammar ;)
Not the first time someone came to ask that. I thought my posts should not appear in the main tags, as long as the tag was not done by me. And even if they do, I can't do anything if other people tag them in their reblogs...
Still. I'm sure that if a post I hadn't tagged shows up with the tag, it must be bc you follow the person who tagged and not bc I did? Idk. I have no idea how it works.
Anyway. Now I'm tagging, so there's that.
TLDR.: It's bc I got angry and I'm a petty asshole. So I'm tagging everyone now (◍•ᴗ•◍)
(I will avoid tagging without the "anti" when it's a post that blatantly makes any of them look bad, but that's mainly bc I love them and I don't want a hater using my posts for whatever reason)
I am not sure if I have already send you a similar ask but just in case I’ll send this anyways, if I have already asked you then ignore this lol.
Anyways, I have this silly little headcanon that Bruce really enjoys Laufey (she’s a jazzy pop singer) and I was listening to this song called Sabotage from her latest album and it’s so painfully Bruce coded.
So my idea was imagine Bruce getting into a new relationship with someone he truly loves, like he genuinely thinks he wants to marry this person, but he knows how he acts in relationships so at first he pushes the person away so he won’t hurt them and the person confronts them on why he is doing this so he just says it. He tells them about how he sabotages himself all the time, how he hurts every person he holds dear and ruins everything good in his life but this person says they won’t let him, they will fight for the relationship. And they do, but it’s not enough, the relationship ends, and the person who once told him they didn’t care about his auto sabotage is now telling him he was right to his face, that this was all his fault and they wished they never met. Maybe they mean it, maybe they just say it because they’re hurt idk, you decide.
Sorry this took me so FUCKING long, Dalu.
Not truly sure if you had sent this to me. But i have the feeling I read the ask in the past. But whatever if you've done so, because i really like the premise.
(I do like her a lot. I have a few of Laufey's on my playlist)
So!!
BatCat because I will never get over about what they could have, should have, would have been.
But make it a traditional wedding because at LEAST THEY COULD HAVE GIVEN HIM A SHOULDER TO CRY AT WHAT DO YOU MEAN DC!? WHAT DO YOU MEAAAAN?! So e~verybody BUT Bruce can get married and be heroes and be happy except YOUR FUCKING DETECTIVE IN THE DETECTIVE COMICS I'M GOING INSANE IN THIS JAIL!!
I'm so normal about them. So mega hyper normal. Yes. Not mourning them everyday. No. What? Pfft! Noooo.
...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! FUCKING HEEEEEELLL DC I HATE YOUUUUUUU!!!!!
So yeah, whatever.
BatCat almost wedding.
I get in my head so easily
"I'm sorry"
"Just- A reason, please." Silence. Dick fell the phone dig against his skin. "Selina"
"I'm sorry"
The line died, and he froze in place.
Fingers slid across his wrist, and he looked at the reddened eyes of his sister as she tried to steady herself to leave the room. Wild blond curls appeared on his peripheral, steady hands grabbing his sister's waist and shoulder, lifting her and helping her cross the door.
His nails digged his own palm before he could grab the courage to turn and see behind his shoulder.
Slowly. Terrified.
Dreadful of the image of Bruce's smile carved behind his eyelids. The tightening of his lips as he took the microphone to apologize to their guests. The squaring of shoulders to face cameras and questions. The judgement. The scoffing.
Those who could never understand.
Those who doesn't deserve to understand.
Bruce just gives. Why can't he receive. His dad also needs to receive. Why can't nobody give?
He was supposed to be happy.
They were supposed to be happy.
They were happy.
Ice blue locked him in place as he felt the air push his body downwards. Ice blue watered in understanding when he moved forward. Arms ready to press that huge back. Legs ready to receive weight and steady him. Heart beating in sorrow. Never ready. Prepared. Never ready.
The impact pushed air from his lungs. And for a moment, his legs seemed to give up. Another pair of hands lifted them from the ground in a hug as the sound of hope getting destroyed deafened his ears.
I don't understand, I'm my worst enemy
He hadn't been able to cry. His eyes burned and his chest pressed. But no tears came.
Not when the time kept moving and reality slowly hit him. Not when nobody made sound as he stepped in front of the judge to take the mic. Not when the flashes blinded him as he excused himself. Not when Diana rushed to shadow him with a growl and a warning to prying eyes. Not when Cassandra ran from her seat to his side. Not when Jason pushed his way around those who tried to stop him. Not when Clark grabbed his shoulders and pressed him against his chest. Not while Stephanie sobbed in the ground trying to regain her breath and hugged his middle.
So many cried for him.
Lois dissapeared between the flowerpots, hiding her face away. Dinah punched a hole and had to excuse herself. Ollie quietly cleaned his face everytime a tear crossed him. Tim grabbed his hand and tried to reassure him it was ok to cry... He lost it when Bruce lifted his eyes from Steph's curls and gave him a sweet smile and tried to caress his cheek. His boy ran away with shaky inhale. Damian followed him.
And Bruce...
Was just tired.
You assure me you love me, and seal it with a kiss.
... I can't be convinced
He had been readying himself for a while now.
"It's not easy to love you. But who is actually easy to?" Selina had smiled at him, before. You are. He wanted to answer. You are so easy to love, my dear. You, my family, my friends. It all comes so easy.
Loving comes so easy.
It's always been me.
I swear that one day, I'll marry you
"You're not an easy man to love, Bruce" His favorite person had said to him, once. He had taken a deep breath back then. He's a kid. He's mourning. He's angry. He's right.
He looked to the front, where his son - now an adult - desperately called on the phone.
Their eyes locked, and he tried to reassure him with a smile. You were right, kiddo. It's fine.
Dick's eyes shined with pain. Clearly the message hadn't been delivered. He opened his mouth to speak, and his son quickly turned away, muttering hurried words against the speaker as he moved further away from his ear reach.
I'll get in the way, just like I always do
Jason saw it.
The air changed around Bruce the moment he looked at the floor with a defeated smile. He saw it even before Bruce's feet moved around the altar. He felt it before his brother's hand grabbed his arm.
"Ja-" And Jason was pushing. Fury and anger and betrayal and sadness. He was pushing arms and torsos. Feet stomping his way around hands and faces. He pushed and pressed and steadied himself in front of a sturdy chest.
Alien blue looked down with such pain.
Jason's eyes burned while his air lacked inside his lungs.
He needed to move. To go. To catch. To follow. To run. To escape. He needed to leave before-
You assure me you love me - Your message won't go through... Why won't it go through?
Manicured fingers rounded Clark's arm with care, making him way before his father could speak the first word. Before Jason's world could crumble with Bruce's. Before the whole universe collapsed behind those sturdy shoulders.
He nodded at Lois as he moved forward.
His father won't cry. And that's what he can't confront. The lack of tears. The lack of anger. The contempt behind those tired eyes.
He can always bury himself on Bruce's chest and cry for him. But that's not what he wants. Not what he needs.
Closure.
He needs it. Not Bruce. Never Bruce. The fucker must be blaming himself right now.
He tried to stop his trembling hands grabbing the helmet.
He'll make Bruce sob and scream and curse when he gets back. He'll make him hate Selina. He'll make him break things. He'll make him- He'll make him... He can always cook him something warm. He just has to hug him while a warm cup presses on those calloused fingers. He just has to...
He pushed forward.
It's just a matter of time 'til you see the dagger
His fingers slid through golden curls. The wetness on his lap and uncomfortable sweetness.
Stephanie's breathing finally stabilized. So he finally took a deep sigh at the knowledge that his girl wasn't overexerting herself anymore.
Cassandra slowly moved from where he could see Dick's back shake with the phone against his ear. Crouched, speaking low and careful. If he tried hard enough, he could- But no. Not right now. Not when they were trying so, so, SO hard for him.
Even when undeserved.
Cass' whole body trembled when he pressed herself to his side. Short and carefully, a soft kiss on his sien and she moved away. Clearly unable to stand the heavy pain crushing the air in their surroundings. She moved forward. Legs shaking.
He pressed his fingertips on that lovely skull, and Stephanie looked up. He kissed her forehead when she shook her head in desperation. He kissed it once more when she begged him not to kick her. He kissed a third time when she bit her lips before rushing to Cassandra's side.
It's a special of mine to cause disaster
He had to take a deep breath when his son's back slowly moved to turn.
He was not ready to face his dissapointment. He can smile at the world judging him. But-
"You're not an easy man to love, Bruce"
He was terrified.
His favorite shade of blue locked with his frigid one.
And oh... That was love.
And pain. And anger. And so much fright.
And at some point his boy was so big and so safe. So safe.
And at some point he was standing. But his legs were weak. So tired. So unstable.
And at some point hands that used to be so tiny caught him on his way down. So safe. So steady.
But the world weighted them both to the ground anyways.
So prepare for the impact, and brace your heart
Jason stared at the stupidly clean sky. Fucking wonderful day for a marriage his ass. Fuckin universe incapable of letting the old man take a shot at happiness. One chance. One opportunity to let him build something for himself. Why take everything. Parents, friends, sons, life.
Take and take and take and take!! Never giving anything to the man who keeps offering. Never returning nothing to that soul that keeps shrugging at every loss.
Anything. Anything! Anything back-!
He stared at the face looking at him. The black tinted glass from the helmet between his still shaky hands seemed to make his image laugh at him. "Idiot" A magical ten year old scoffed at him.
The bike hit the ground with a dry sound. Something broke. But he couldn't look back as his feet kicked cement to give impulse as he moved. Ready to push. Ready to scream for people to move.
But bodies made way as he returned.
Back, back, back.
Stairs, and doors, and hallways. Vanishing behind him as if magic had given him speed and time and strength.
He extended his arms grabbing back and arms before those knees could hit cold ceramic.
For cold, bloody, bitter sabotage
A pair of hands that shouldn't be anymore shared his weight.
A warmth that shoul have never been regained pressed against him.
Greenish eyes that should have lost their shine looked down at him with eyes filled with tears and pain and-
The scream that dragged itself from the deepest of his guts pushed through his throat cutting his closed lips open.
He could do nothing against the tears that punched their way out of his soul and forced themselves to slide over his lashes.
And he screamed. And he suffered. And he cried.
Warm arms that weren't his hid him from the world. Angry words that weren't his cursed at the unfairness. Soft lips that weren't his mumbled loving comfort against his hairline.
A deep love that wasn't his because he could never deserve it dragged him down to the pits of despair, and forced him to accept it. It was his. It was love. And it pushed its way inside.
So they cried for him. With him. And it fucking hurt.
I didn't meant it in a "I'm answering asks, send now" type of way. I meant "I'm drowning in asks, terrified in social anxiety but I refuse to close them bc I'm a proud son of a bitch" type of way
DON'T SEND ME ASKS! BRUH!!
Evil, people. You are evil.
~ I'm answering the oldest ones first. So those who sent an ask after yesterday's post... I'm so sorry. You'll probably be waiting for a while.
Also. MOST OF THESE ARE SCHEDULED! So I'm probably sleeping right now ( ╹▽╹ ) my bad. I'm eepy. I'll check notifs when I'm back to life.
Me waking up at my notifications buzzing bc I forgot to change my phone's configuration... And realizing I'm getting them bc I scheduled the post wrong.
I was supposed to schedule that for (my) 9.40. Not (my) 6.40. Whatever.
I'm silly and tired. And now it makes no sense when I said "the other post"... meh. You'll understand when it eventually get posted.
You can't edit scheduled asks, and I won't post now. So you'll have to deal with it. Heh (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
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