THE BATMAN,

a private "snyderverse" bruce wayne writing blog.

[knightwar]

#knightwar : the bat of gotham. worlds' greatest detective. caped crusader. br.uce w.ayne as portrayed in the snyderverse with heavy influence of pre-52 and headcanon interpretations. independent and private. written by cas.

basic rules apply. don't be a dick. if you just want to hate on snyder, dni.

character info here.

yes this is a whole separate blog from my other broose blog.

married to @lass0s , divorced from @p9rrs, boyfriend of @pu1itzer 's husband @americanasitgets and potential ex @kryptonshope.

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Bruce Wayne with a little belly. Bite.

[bruz3r]

[ 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚃 . ]

[bruz3r]

[ 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚃 . ]

[knightwar]

Bruce Wayne with a little belly. Bite.

[dcmultiverse]

Zack Snyder’s Justice League (2021)

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the thought today is if I'm the only one that's 👀👀 when people automatically assume that broose will go crazy if and when he kills (like I'm okay with it when bruce does it cos it stems from his anxiety and paranoia and own disastrous self esteem issues) - like I don't think it's bad per se to think it could happen but to presume it inevitable sounds ableist to me.

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Broose who skipped kindergarten and never learned how to share with Lois and Clark: Mine.

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But also I just like making Broose who never went to kindergarten and never learned to share joke. It entertains me so.

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Broose who skipped kindergarten and never learned how to share with Lois and Clark: Mine.

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broose swimming in toxic relationships: Oh. This is normal.

[lass0s]

She could hiss through her gritted teeth. Yet, it is not the pain of torn flesh that is the cause of the trepidation drowning in the sea of her chest. She watches him with such wonder, as blood seeps from her wound and reminds her that even an immortal may have a final breath. Today, she came close to failure. She tasted it. Tomorrow, she will be better.

❛ It is not often your theories prove wrong. ❜ It is an observation as much as any other. As she speaks, her body begins to reject the needle, to ease it from her skin so that she may return to silk.

❛ But does it bring you comfort, to know I bleed as you do? ❜

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His hands are careful. Familiar with every stroke of a thread that pierces skin and knits it together. Stilling at the force of repulsion that seems to contest basic human physique. He leans in closer, finding it all so fascinating.

" Not often no." He admits, leaning back then, as if waiting for her body to knit itself together naturally. Tilting his head still with a faint wave of fascination in his gaze. " No. Blood means you're like them. Fallible. "

He wipes his hands on his pants and looks up at her then. "Does it hurt?"

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" Yeah. You're still bleeding." He points out. Hypocritical, he knows. He's pretty sure he just got a hairline fracture on his knuckle but it will heal. It has before, after all. Diana, on the other hand, was bleeding from an angry looking gas across her arm which to Bruce seemed more pressing than whatever argument she might come up with.

He grips her by the shoulder gently, only to make her sit while he moved about to and get the items he would need to address her wound. Too focused to listen to any protest. Too focused on ignoring his own body's protests. Too focused on trying to not address whatever panic seemed to have seized him frozen in the moment when their attackers looked as if they would overpower her.

@lass0s .

[lass0s]

She is still bleeding. Alas, this pain is little compared to ones evoked by an Amazon warrior. Such is a comment that stays behind her teeth. Because there had been fear, Bruce. There had been. That moment in every warrior's journey where she was about to be overpowered, yet Diana had thought herself prepared for an experience such as that. Like so many things in this world, she was wrong. Fear is so small compared to doubt. Fear is what reminds us we're alive. Doubt is what steals that life from us.

She wears her head high, but there is no denying that she wants him to care for her wounds as much as he needs to do so for himself. And Bruce does so with soft hands and a gentle intention that surprises even her.

❛ Careful, Bruce, ❜ she warns. Her face is dry of tears, even if her heart is not immune of doubt nor fear. ❛ I might begin to believe you're made of heart rather than steel. ❜

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“ Hm. Can’t have that. “ He retorts quickly, without missing a beat. Pulling a chair towards himself and setting it down in front of her so he can sit and carefully start working on cleaning up and treating the cut. 

It’s easy if he can focus on one thing. No wandering thoughts. No anxieties. No more worrying. It’s just threading the needle and watching as the skin closed in over the wound and he makes his fingers bloody. That was familiar. That was certain. 

“ I had a theory you were invulnerable. I suppose that’s wrong now. “ 

[lass0s]

She's all bare legs and protruding belly, Bruce's shirt tight around her ever-growing midsection. Moonlight catches this visual of her in flashes. ❛ Don't you know? There's a whole world that needs saving, Mr. Wayne, ❜ she says, reciting the words heroes are supposed to speak. They sound noble on her tongue. What's more human that noble is how Diana leans into his touch, chasing his warmth even as she removes herself from his bed and faces the chilly air of a night not yet surrendered to morning.

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A soft chuckle and he’s pulling himself up to a sitting position. Watching her. Studying her outline against the night sky, the shape of her underneath his shirt, and the strong and sudden urge to reach over and pull her down over him. Instead, he gets up. Stretching his arms and legs and walking around the bed instead of wrapping his arm around her waist. 

“Hm. Can I convince you then to stay longer? “

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" Yeah. You're still bleeding." He points out. Hypocritical, he knows. He's pretty sure he just got a hairline fracture on his knuckle but it will heal. It has before, after all. Diana, on the other hand, was bleeding from an angry looking gas across her arm which to Bruce seemed more pressing than whatever argument she might come up with.

He grips her by the shoulder gently, only to make her sit while he moved about to and get the items he would need to address her wound. Too focused to listen to any protest. Too focused on ignoring his own body's protests. Too focused on trying to not address whatever panic seemed to have seized him frozen in the moment when their attackers looked as if they would overpower her.

@lass0s .

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" Where are you going? " He asked softly, voice slightly hoarse and still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. A small yawn and a stretch of his arms and he's quickly reaching for her wrist and her arm, trying to tug her back into bed with him.

@lass0s .

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Me, who has very strong opinion on Buttman things: