Dani

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[darkknight-hero]

For the most recent au if you can call it that with the kids dreaming and stuff, how would their attitudes and treatment of Alfred change? Would they get more protective of Bruce? Lash out at Alfred? Please friend I need to know

grouping these together since they're basically the same question: It's a mix of different things. Not all of them are confrontational and up in Alfred's face. But there's a lot of hurt, a lot of broken trust, a lot of anger.

Dick has known Alfred the longest, had bonded with Alfred before he bonded w Bruce. Alfred was the one who'd initially supported Dick w the very sudden shift in his life. With how similar the tragedies Bruce and Dick suffered, Dick is utterly confused on how Alfred could have ever treated Bruce the way he did, the way he does. So Dick tries, he really fucking tries, to keep a calm demeanor when asking Alfred for more details, but Dick being the person that he is, with such strong and, at times, uncontrollable, feelings, it's difficult to remain calm. Dick, "He was grieving, Alfred." Alfred, "As was I." Dick, "He was eight! He was a child! His parents were dead and all he had was you!" Alfred, "Master Di-" Dick, "No. No! Don't make excuses! How is it that you could be so kind to me? But with the boy you were actually entrusted w, the one who you were supposed to love, you treated him like...like some kind of assignment? Something you could turn your back on at any moment?" Alfred, "I didn't. I stayed, I kept him alive." Dick, "No you didn't. I did. Not only that, I fucking made him happy! Because before me, he was living w a man who judged his every goddamn breath. Did you ever care, or are you just here for a paycheck?"

Bruce steps in mid-argument, preventing it from escalating any further, but Dick is still absolutely fuming. He refuses to be in Alfred's presence after that, refuses to speak to him, and despite Bruce's urgings, refuses to apologize. Jason felt the closest to Alfred, had spent a lot of time with the man prior to his death. Jason had this need in him to be useful, to prove that he deserved to take up space, to prevent himself from ever being kicked out despite Bruce telling him often that he only wanted Jason to be himself. But he couldn't do that, so he offered to help Alfred cook and clean, take care of the garden, any kind of task or chore. To know that a man who was so kind to him is capable of such cruelty?

Alfred, "Are you here to express your anger as well?" Jason, "Is that what you expect?" Alfred, "After Master Dick's outburst-" Jason, "I'm not Dickie, and it wasn't an outburst. He's angry." Alfred, "...right. And are you?" Jason, huffing out a laugh, "Am I angry? Alfred, I'm seething."

Jason's relationship w Bruce is...complicated. But as much as he denies it, in his very heart of hearts, Jason loves Bruce. It's a strange love, something twisted with thorns and jagged edges, but at the very base, it still is love.

Jason, "I'm not going to yell at you, or threaten you. You're a grown ass man, Alfred, and so is Bruce now. If he has problems, he can take care of them himself." Alfred, "I see." Jason, "But that doesn't mean I'm letting this go. Not for a long time. Possibly never. See, Alfred, a lot of shit makes sense now." Alfred, "Such as?" Jason, "I know you never really cared about me. The kid picked up off the street and turned into a soldier. I was convenient, a tool. Only, I was wrong about who thought about me that way. It was never Bruce. It was you."

Unlike Dick, Jason doesn't avoid Alfred, but he doesn't speak to him either. Turns away any offers of help, support, or conversation. He acts like Alfred isn't there at all. Cass has mixed feelings, because part of her feels as though she should have known this already. She had always seen the hurt in Bruce, the pain and heartbreak, but she was unable to put together the full picture because Alfred was kind. She hadn't realized his kindness didn't exist for the one person who wanted, needed it the most.

Alfred, "Miss Cassandra..." Cass, "I don't want to talk to you." Alfred, "Of all people, I thought you'd understand." Cass, "Understand what?" Alfred, "Why I acted as I did. You can clearly see that I loved him. Love him. But there are ways an employee is meant to be." Cass, "Bruce thinks of you as more than that." Alfred, "And he shouldn't." Cass, "But he does. And you hurt him by shutting him out. By being professional. He didn't need that."

Cass continues on almost like normal. She knows Alfred was telling the truth, that he does love Bruce, and she also knows that treating Alfred coldly would only hurt Bruce more. He doesn't want change, he wants things to go back to how they were. That's impossible, but hopefully Cass can help, even in such a small way.

Tim is...the least surprised. He'd seen Bruce at his lowest, and he'd also witnessed the way Alfred never stepped in to help. At least, not the way family should. He'd even overheard some of the scathing words Alfred had for Bruce, for letting himself spiral so far after Jason's death. The admonishment, the judgement. But to know it had started far earlier? Before Bruce had built up any sort of defenses, the thick skin he prides himself on having?

Tim, "Are you proud of yourself?" Alfred, "Not at all." Tim, "Good."

Tim leaves it at that. There's no teaching an old dog new tricks, no way to change Alfred's behavior. The fact that he's aware of the pain he's caused and yet he never thought to correct his actions... In Tim's eyes, Alfred is beyond help. He'll never earn Tim's forgiveness for letting a grieving boy suffocate beneath his own pain.

Damian...Damian has come so far. He's learned so much, experienced so much. He thought he was past being the angry boy that first showed up at the Manor, the one who was quick to judge, the fight, to argue. All that work and efforts, and it seems like it was for nothing because he is so...so angry. It burns, threatens to nearly engulf him. Damian is well aware of how strong his father is. He never needed to know the details, he could see it in how Bruce holds himself now. Damian knows pain and sorrow, and Bruce had been dealt that in spades, yet he continues to be the man he is despite it all. Damian had attributed some of his father's strength to the support provided by Alfred. Now, he knows he was wrong. Bruce isn't who he is because of Alfred. He is who he is despite Alfred.

Damian, "You're fired." Alfred, "..." Damian, "Don't look at me like that. You're fired, Pennyworth. Leave. Your employment has been terminated." Alfred, "I'm sure your father would not approve." Damian, "Do not speak of him. You do not have the right!" Alfred, "Do correct your tone, Master Dami-" Damian, "Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up! How could you? How dare you?

Damian doesn't get much more than that out because he's fighting back tears, scrubbing at his face as the words get stuck in his throat. He wants to scream, he wants to throw things, he wants to hurt Alfred, but as soon as he steps towards the man, he's scooped up and his balled up hands end up banging against the solid chest of his father who only shushes him gently. Damian is too old to be soothed like this, but he cries and he clings to Bruce, trying to imagine how a man so good could have ever been treated like that.

---

Overall, things are...tense. There's a lot of arguments, most of which Bruce breaks up. Sometimes he has to drag his children away, and sometimes they're the ones to drag him away. There's no stopping Bruce from interacting w Alfred, but any of his free time, they try to spend w him, try and convince him that what Alfred did was wrong. Bruce listens, even if he doesn't agree. All he can think about is the fact that Alfred stayed when he didn't have to, that even if Alfred's love was cold, it was warmer than the potential loneliness of not having him at all.

The children vow to teach Bruce what love without conditions is like, to offer it to him so that maybe one day he'll finally understand that he was never the one at fault. He never deserved to be hurt like that.

[robin-vb]

My babies

[darkknight-hero]

hmm, Bruce’s kids all experiencing strange nightmares all of a sudden. What prompted them? No one knows. What they do know is the dreams are less like dreams and more like…memories. Not their own, but their father’s

Dick dreams of being five and holding his sore cheek while Thomas Wayne stands over him, face flushed w anger and a hand still in the air. Martha Wayne is quick, not quick enough to stop it the first time, but quick enough to prevent another hit. She scoops the boy up and he hides his face in her shoulder, even as his cheek radiates w pain

Martha, “It’s okay, Bruce, baby. You’re okay. He didn’t mean it. It won’t happen again.”

Tim dreams of being sixteen and at a gala. Strangers seem to crowd in on him from every angle, hands and bodies against his own. Someone’s touch slides down his back, another digs nails into his inner thigh. One person goes as far as to kiss him and despite everything in him burning w disgust and fear, he takes it

Guest, “You’re just so…pretty. You know that, right? You must be doing this on purpose, so don’t act like you don’t like it.”

Jason dreams of being twenty. He’s staring at himself in a shattered mirror, glass decorating the dirty sink beneath it. Stains off all kinds, dingy and gross. The mirror reflects someone who looks tired, worn down. Gaunt. His arms sting. His knuckles. His palm hurts the worst, where it’s gripping a large shard of glass, already dripping red. He watches as he brings it slowly to his neck, only to freeze

‘Bruce’, “You look pathetic. You made it this far, and this is how you want to go out? Father was right. You’re worthless.”

Cass dreams of being eight. She’s cold, even as she sits by the fire with a blanket over her shoulders. There’s a cup of tea next to her, but her focus is entirely on something else, straining to listen to the faint voice of someone speaking in the next room over

Alfred, “I’m leaving in a month, there’s nothing of worth tying me down here any longer. The boy? Why would he matter?”

Damian dreams of being nine. He’s alone and he’s gotten used to it, even if he hates it. He would prefer the company of people now lost a million times over, even if he knows they never really wanted to be around him. How funny. He’d rather be hit and yelled at than endure silence. He’d rather face Father’s wrath, or Mother‘s poor attempts to keep disgust off her face. There’s no one to speak to, no one who wants to speak to him. He’s just alone

—

It’s a bad decision, to confront him all at once, but none of them know what else to do. Those weren’t the only dreams, the only nightmares. They weren’t the only memories they relived through their dad’s eyes

Bruce stands stoically at first, as they each take turns explaining what they saw. But it’s obvious that each word weighs heavily on him. His shoulders tense before he seems to sink in on himself, growing smaller and smaller

Dick, “Why did you never tell any of us? You…it was so much, Bruce.”

Damian, “Was it all…real? True?”

Bruce, nodding stiffly, “I’d forgotten a lot of the details over the years, but yes. Nothing inaccurate.”

Cass, “How are you still alive?”

Jason, “Cass-!”

Cass, “No, I mean it. All of that…how could you withstand it and keep pushing? Keep living?”

Tim, “You had…no one. No support. Even the people who were in your life, they only…they beat you down. Used you.”

Bruce, “There were good moments. Not all of it was bad. And I had Alfred.”

Everyone flinches. They’d all seen a side of Alfred they’d never witnessed in person, never even knew existed. A man who threw a child to the wolves and let him be eaten, chewed up, and spit back out only to offer nothing more than a disgusted look and reminder to clean up after his own mess

Jason, “The hell you did, B. He was going to leave. Your parents were gone, and he was going to leave you too.”

Bruce, closing his eyes , “But he didn’t.”

Damian, “Because you begged him not to! You increased his paycheck!”

Bruce, pained, “And he stayed. It doesn’t matter the how or why, it matters that he did. And he…he’s changed. He’s never treated any of you how he treats me.”

Dick, “…treats?”

Bruce, “No, that’s not-”

Jason, “Don’t fucking lie, Bruce. Don’t cover it up. Not now.”

Bruce, “…yes.”

—

Bruce avoids them for a week after that. It’s not 100%, there’s still patrol and Bruce still takes Damian to school. But he doesn’t linger, doesn’t let them talk

The dreams have stopped, but the memories of what Bruce went through are burned into their minds. Was it a good thing? To learn about all of that? They’re not sure

[chacarro]

The thing is—Bruce never really learned how to be a son. Not for long, anyway.

His parents were perfect in that distant, golden-hour kind of way. He remembers soft piano music in the evenings and the way his mother’s perfume smelled like lilacs and wealth. He remembers Thomas’s big hands and loud laugh and the way he called Bruce champ.

But he doesn’t remember what they’d say when he was sad. Or what they did when he failed a test or had a nightmare. He doesn’t know how they would’ve handled teenage Bruce slamming a door or breaking something in anger. He never got to find out.

They died before he got complicated.

So now, standing in the kitchen at 3:12 AM, Bruce is staring at the cracked mug on the floor, and he’s trying to remember how a father is supposed to handle this.

He doesn’t even know who broke it.

Doesn’t matter.

What matters is that it was Alfred’s favorite. The one with the skyline of Gotham printed in gold, worn from decades of tea and careful hands.

He could fix it. He probably will. But he just stands there for a long time, barefoot, still in the suit, staring at the broken pieces.

The kids are all asleep. Or pretending to be. He’s not sure.

He hasn’t talked to any of them properly in a week.

Not since Jason called him a hypocrite and left. Not since Dick rolled his eyes and said, “You're exhausting.” Not since Damian stormed off after Bruce forgot a fencing match—again. And Tim... well, Tim always says he’s fine. That’s how Bruce knows he’s not.

Bruce lowers himself to the floor. Slowly. Knees aching. He starts gathering the shards with his gloved hands. One by one.

He doesn’t put them in the trash.

He places them gently on a paper towel. Like it matters. Like it changes anything.

He doesn’t know how to fix people. Not really. Just rooftops and gear and plans for how to stop the world from ending. He’s good at that.

But when his son says, “I don’t want to talk to you,” Bruce doesn’t know what to do except nod and leave the door open just in case.

And when Alfred died—really died this time—Bruce swore he’d try harder. Be more present. Show up.

But he keeps messing it up.

They don’t tell him what they need until it’s too late. And he doesn’t ask, because he’s scared the answer is nothing. We don’t need you.

So he gives them space. Offers them silence, thinking it might be mercy.

It never is.

-

That night, no one comes home for dinner.

Still, Bruce sits at the head of the long, empty table, eating alone in silence. The food’s gone cold. He doesn’t notice.

His phone buzzes against the polished wood. For a moment, he doesn’t move. Just stares at it like it might disappear.

Then he picks it up.

It’s a post from Dick. A photo.

All of them are there—his kids. Crowded around some booth at a diner Bruce doesn’t recognize. They’re smiling. Mouths open mid-laugh. Tim’s reaching for someone’s fries. Damian’s scowling but not really. Jasons got an arm slung over the back of Cass’s chair. Duke is grinning with a mouth full of food. Stephanie’s taking the photo, her face reflected in the window behind them, bright and golden.

They look happy.

Bruce runs his thumb over the screen, tracing each of their faces like a prayer.

He smiles, soft and small and aching.

-

His chest feels tight, but he tells himself it’s just the silence. Just the loneliness curling inward, like smoke inside his ribs. It happens sometimes—especially on days like this, when he lets himself remember how long it’s been since he laughed with them. Since they really looked at him without exhaustion or distance or disappointment in their eyes.

He tries to stand, but has to pause—a strange weight pressing against his sternum. Dull. Not sharp. Not urgent.

He rubs at the spot absently and breathes through his nose.

He’ll try harder tomorrow. Maybe send a message. Maybe ask if they want to come home for dinner again. Maybe—

There’s a tingling in his left arm. Barely there. Almost nothing. His jaw feels tight, too, but he writes it off. He hasn't slept. He hasn't eaten properly. It's nothing.

Just tired. That’s all.

He climbs the stairs slower than usual.

Halfway up, he stops to rest his hand against the banister. Just for a moment. Just to breathe.

Then he keeps going.

-

He lies in bed, eyes on the ceiling. The photo is still open on his phone, resting on the pillow beside him. The brightness fades as the screen goes dark.

He doesn’t bother to charge it.

He tells himself, again, he’ll try harder. He’ll get it right next time. He’ll be enough.

He closes his eyes.

And in the quiet, something low and cold settles in his chest. Not pain. Not fear. Just a sinking.

Like something important is slipping out of reach.

And by the time he notices it—

He’s already asleep.

-

Next Part

[l3m0a1d]

this hurt my soul

[pluvio-lj]

What dating Bucky would be like:

He leaves you for Sam Wilson.

[jupitermover-deactivated2025070]

warm up doodle of my wife

[bebopintadfield-deactivated2025]

if they don’t make buchanan barnes reference sam multiple times throughout thunderbolts like they made sam do with bucky in bnw i’ll be highkey mad. let me make every movie about my beloved sam wilson

[soapysoapysoapysoapy]

Ghost wasn’t even looking for you two. He just needed to grab a goddamn med kit. That’s it. A simple in-and-out trip to the supply closet.

But the moment he opened the door, he knew.

Grunting. Breathing. Whispers. The thud of something hitting metal.

He paused in the doorway, completely still, staring into the dim room as his brain registered what he was seeing.

Soap. Shirt halfway off. Neck covered in bite marks. Mouth open in some silent, stunned expression of praise the lord and ruin me more. Hands gripping the edge of a crate like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

And you? Pressed against him. One hand buried in his hair, the other dragging slowly down his back, nails scratching like you were claiming territory.

You didn’t even look away when Ghost appeared. You just kept your body flush with Soap’s, breath brushing against his ear as you looked directly at Ghost and said,

“Occupied.”

Soap finally realized they weren’t alone, eyes wide as he choked out, “*Ghost—fuck—*this isn’t—”

Ghost held up a hand. “Nope.”

Just turned around and closed the door without another word. Stood in the hallway for a moment. Processing.

Then muttered, “They’re gonna burn this place to the ground and call it foreplay.”

He walked away. Found Gaz.

“Don’t go in the supply closet.”

Gaz blinked. “Why not?”

“They’re in there.”

Gaz paused. “Doing what?”

Ghost didn’t stop walking. “Pick a verb.”

[l3m0a1d]

SamBucky Oneshot

inspired by this

important notes: this doesn't have any CA:BNW spoilers and this is my first time writing any fics (plz bear with me). Also this takes place after TFATWS, and before anything else!

Sam walks into Buckys room in his/Sarahs house, frustrated for a reason that is unknown to Bucky. Sam stands there for awhile until the super soldier finally asks,

"What's wrong with you?" Bucky asks in with a sigh, setting down a book that Sam recommended.

"I like you, and I know you like me back. So why haven't you asked me out yet? I've been waiting patiently and-" Sam says, with annoyance, using his hands to convey his feelings, as he often does.

"What are you talking about Sam?" Bucky asks confused, his eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted. "What do you mean what am I talking about?" Sam says, a bit less annoyed but just as confused. Has he not been as obvious as he thought? Or is Bucky really that dense. Probably both, Sam thinks and shakes his head, putting a hand to his forehead.

"I can't ask you out, Sam." Bucky stated seriously, shrugging his shoulders.

"What are you talking about?" Sam mirrors Bucky's words and his expression of confusion. Moving his hand from his forehead.

"It's not allowed, Sam." He deadpans and shakes his head, picking up the book.

"Buck..." Sam sighs and rolls his eyes. "It's the 21st century, of course it's allowed!" He exclaims, throwing his arms up in the air. "How behind have you been with modern times!?"

Bucky makes a noise of confused and he drops the book again. "Well, now that i know that information. Do you wanna be my boyfriend?" Bucky asks with a crooked smirk.

"Hell no! You're not asking me like that, James!" Sam yells and storms out of the room, now annoyed for a different reason and a crooked smile also on his face, hearing Bucky's laugh from the room.

(so sorry if this is bad, i don't normally write things like this! but i really love SamBucky so i feel as if i had too, lol.)

[soapcloth]

Saw something similar on my dash and needed a Gaz version

[l3m0a1d]

Natasha: me and YN made a promise to never go to bed angry.

YN: we've been awake for two days!

Natasha: if you'd just admit your wrong-

YN (simultaneously): really?! are you insane!

Natasha (simultaneously): it's not hard to admit! (she'd never admit it)

[uh-ohspaghettio]

Pornbots are so annoying like I’m not gonna fall for this I’m not an idiot I know sex isn’t real and its just something made up for destiel fanfiction

[milleniahunterevie]

Time for a poll.

After you answer please share so we get a larger sample size.

Who fell in love first?

Dean

Cas

Voting ended onJul 16, 2024

[cavalierzee]

THIS DIDN’T START OCTOBER 7th!!!

[l3m0a1d]

It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

WHAT?????

[l3m0a1d]

thor: why are you ignoring natasha?

YN: im playing hard to get.. (rolls eyes)

thor: (completely confused) why would you do that your already hard to want?

[rockabswing]

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