[loneheirs]

*archived + moved ... cya.

[weltenwellen]

Ae Hee Lee, from "A Study through Homes"

[loneheirs]

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*tania!!!!!! honestly *insert spider man meme here* you have been so welcoming and so so kind that? you are a joy. your carol is beautiful so uniquely yours and i can see the love you have for her and your writing is BEAUTIFUL. its been amazing having you on my dash i adore our thread...her helping the batman is the coolest most realest thing ever. HE NEEDS IT. adore you so much and??? thank you so much for taking the time to send this in.

[mcflymemes]

"I'M SORRY, I JUST HAD TO FIND YOU" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for those desperate times when you just have to see them, no matter what anyone else says, adjust as necessary

i couldn't wait another minute apart from you.

did you expect me to just wait around for you to show up?

i did everything i could to find you.

i thought i did a pretty good job covering my tracks.

they helped me track you down.

i needed to see you.

they can't hurt us anymore.

i come all this way to see you, and this is the greeting i get?

i thought you'd be glad to see me.

it took me forever to find you.

how long have you been looking for me?

it's safer for the both of us if we stop seeing each other.

i thought i told you not to find me.

this was for your own good, you know. i leave, and you stay there, unharmed.

can we find somewhere private to talk?

they said if i left, they wouldn't hurt you.

been searching for you for months, believe it or not.

you weren't supposed to expect me.

this was going to be a surprise.

they can't stop me from seeing you.

would you please let me inside?

tell me where you are, or i'll figure it out myself.

i'm not going to let them prevent us from being together.

you and i... we have to be together. no matter what.

you sure don't make it easy to follow you.

i've been tracking you for miles.

so you're real. the legends are true.

you're pretty good at covering your tracks.

i started asking around, and they pointed me in the right direction.

i got your letter and came as fast as i could.

i can reach your window if i climb this tree.

give me a clue. anything. tell me where you're hiding.

think you could come around back and unlock the door for me?

hey. it's me. would you please let me in?

you're the one they speak about, the one that can fix things.

i know i'm not what you expected.

i couldn't wait another minute.

it's starting to rain. why don't you come inside for a minute?

lecture me later. for now, let's appreciate this time we have together.

i know this looks bad, but... i just had to see you.

they think they can stop me from seeing you.

i don't want to leave your side, not for a minute.

the path was treacherous, but the reward was worth every second.

i'd do anything to find you.

i wanted to find you and thank you for what you did for me.

you're taking a big risk by finding me.

you told me to look for you, and so i did.

is there a key to this door?

we're not supposed to be seen together.

i'm going to get you out of there. just hang on.

when i came looking for you, i didn't expect to find you like this.

they told me you had all the answers. they said you could fix things if i tracked you down.

i've been on your trail for weeks now.

it's safer if we're not seen together.

who told you where i was? was it [name]?

i didn't want you to find me like this.

why do you want to hide from me?

we're stronger if we're together.

[loneheirs]

*just a little thing , i guess it's a headcanon but bruce 100% wore his father's jacket to the mayor's funeral - it brought back trauma , it was a trigger , and he wanted to wear something of his fathers. yes , thomas wayne wasn't perfect (i've made so many headcanons about him) but , in this moment bruce wanted to so badly hold onto that time while also being aware that the serial ki*ller would be there :)

[dcmultiverse]

Bruce “please do not perceive me” Wayne in THE BATMAN (2020)

[quotespile]

“It is too depressing, too soul-crushingly sad, to reminisce. The past is a black hole, cut into the present day like a wound, and if you come too close, you can get sucked in. You have to keep moving.”

— Ling Ma, Severance

[tempestcs-deactivated20231208]

A WANDERER, THE MAN WITHOUT A HOME, THE LONELY GOD ── private, plot driven   writing   blog   for   the TENTH DOCTOR. 21 +. regenerated by rowan.

[loneheirs]

M. / where does it hurt ? show me

the soft sound of rain can be heard , a constant within gotham as the lighting in his bedroom casts a shadow across an outstretched hand. the room growing smaller in feel as he knows that there are those who watch them , ghosts have become inevitable in his tenure within the arkham penthouse. a fever threatens , brow sweats as he shakes head. the admittance of such a badly treated wound is proof within itself that he is stretch far too thin. exhaustion ? is a constant and he fears that within that exhaustion he has allowed himself to become vulnerable.

it was a fear that always loomed - perhaps inevitable (for he was only man) , and as he struggles with the pain he closes eyes , and swallows down a sob that comes from an infected injury. ' i'll be fine i just need... ' bruce struggles to get through words , ' i know what i did - infection ' the words cause shame , the fact that he was trained with how to deal with such ailments , ' it's more than what ... '

his eyes opening as the rain strengthens , becoming stronger in formation , gotham somehow knowing that there had indeed been a change she watches her prince. she cries for him so , of course she had always meant him to meet his end but , in such a way , really ? ( one can hear her sigh as tongue hits the roof of her mouth )

' i need to go back ' his words are formed in half truths , ' i have something there that can help ' what eliza sees is carnage itself , the skin that had become irritable , the puss that oozes , and the wound that has become larger in size.

it's dangerous what i'm about to ask , the ride alone is one that i've made myself a handful of times. now ? fever threatens and i'm already growing weak , what i tell her will be funded upon lies - foxark sites i'll tell her , secret testing laboratories that are safe from those who wish to derail our work. in truth ? it's the caves that i've built myself , the caves in which another takes over , and in that truth i have to be careful ... i feel myself becoming undone , that , even the parts of me that i have tried to hold onto are becoming collateral.

' i'm going to need some help ... can you drive me somewhere ? ' / @strnza

[loneheirs]

*don't worry i can always take a one liner and turn it into a novel 🫡

[archivelace-deactivated20240512]

"if the moon could talk, what do y'think she'd say?"

@loneheir, 🎁 !

[loneheirs]

he knows that look , it comes with the passing of ten lifetimes in ONE. out here he's acutely aware of being watched , that there are those who hang upon the statues that had been erected in decades earlier. those who watch him and lay in wait ...

perhaps it would have been an easier life if he had been anyone else yet ? grief and trauma go hand in hand in gotham , the city more alive and her appetite veracious as she bleeds the people dry. there's the understanding of who bruce wayne could be , the magazines that splatter his face upon covers , and the articles that take delight in his failings.

he had been too proud , to lost in grief for years , and locked away in a tower that only proved to hinder his ability to truly settle into the man he ought to be. his eyes lift towards the sky , decorated in a smog of neon and white haze from the moon that struggles to be seen.

' maybe she'd worry about us ... watching us but never having the ability to intercede  when we so badly need it - i'm sure she's wise '

his elbows lift upon rooftop railings , and he almost seems introspective in current state. humble in tone as stature is slightly obscured by shadows that play as the neon lightening shifts. the effect is gossamer in feel , thick enough to sink into bones as a cool breeze mixes with the rank of death that will never leave the gotham air.

it's one of those nights when i feel as if letting down a part of myself is necessary , that perhaps in order to hide i had to give parts of myself - scatter them to the winds ... they say it's easier to let pieces of you die.

' what do you think ? '

[lokihiddleston]

THE BATMAN (2022)

[metamorphesque]

Winter Recipes from the Collective Louise Glück

[coinofsilver]

HE LEANS INTO THE LIGHT and harvey immediately wants to trust this young man who peeks through the veil of darkness . he wants gotham's prince to be as righteous and fair as those of fairy tales , but as soon as the eldest brother is mentioned , any evidence of humour escapes dent's body . his mismatched eyes are now sharp and focused , searching frantically for any similarities to arthur fleck upon the millionaire's features . all he finds is the same distant melancholy which plagues all of gotham's children . ㅤhell ㅤ, ㅤITㅤ LIVESㅤ IN ㅤHIMㅤ TOOㅤ .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤbruce poses a question and dent's cocky smile quickly returns to life . ㅤㅤ" one whose future isn't decided over jazz covers and cocktails . "

there's a moment of silence shared between them ; dent thinks he felt a raindrop land on his cheek . it is time to make a decision ; good old fight or flight ㅤㅤ--- ㅤㅤshould he return inside and abandon one of gotham's wealthiest sons , hence escaping any attempts at blackmail or bribe ? or should he jump head first and take a risk ? hear wayne out before jumping to conclusions ㅤ( ㅤinnocent until proven guilty , an ugly little voice rasped in the depths of his mindㅤ )ㅤ .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthe hand inside his blazer brushed its' thumb over his precious silver coin again and again and again . the district attorney eventually reached out and pulled the car's door open .ㅤ " scoot over , wayne . " ㅤharvey ordered as he sat next to arkham's heir , shutting the door behind him with a loud thud . in the privacy of the back seat , the DA's expression shifted into something close to frustration .

ㅤ" ㅤyou wanna talk ? fine . i'll start : you're not trustworthy . with your obscene inherited wealth , your mother's unfortunate condition , your father's scandals , yourㅤ ---ㅤ " ㅤdent scoffed , impressed by the extensive list of bruce's misfortunes . " brother , jesus , you got about a hundred spotlights on you waiting for you to fail . and what do you do ? you go in there and do a whole drunken act for gotham's wealthiest to laugh and point at . that leads me to believe you're either a masochistic weirdo who gets his rocks off from being humiliated or someone who's trying to hide something . "

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤa small tapping sound could be heard against the car's windows . it was persistent and , after a couple of seconds , it rapidly grew into a full blown rain spurt . harvey's eyes never left bruce's though . it was strange but , the more he looked , the more dent found himself feeling relieved that the boy millionaire looked more like his mother than his father .

" so if i'm gonna sit in this car with you , i need you to convince me to trust you , wayne . " though his voice was firm , dent sounded like he was pleading ; asking bruce to give him something , anything that would make him believe his words . ㅤ" i mean ㅤ---ㅤ you're for change ? did someone put you up to this ? "ㅤ the same voice returned to the back of his cranium , raspy and mocking ; INNOCENT 'TIL PROVEN GUILTY , BABY !

[loneheirs]

interesting how the other had laid charges against him , had already voiced his opinion of the youngest wayne heir. though ? it's nothing new , and nothing that discourages bruce wayne. there is some comfort in the knowledge that you are indeed a marked man , that before you can utter a word decisions and prejudices have already been decided ... hadn't the other congratulated himself for the sense of scales that seemed to guide his decisions ? wasn't harvey dent a man of observation ...

' let's talk about that wealth ... for it isn't as exaggerated as you may think dent , oh yes - i'm still a billionaire but ? there's been a RUSH for my money by the board of wayne enterprises , or haven't you heard ? see , i invested my billions in my own company , a company that wants better - isn't ace chemicals or isn't guided by corrupted hands ' A PAUSE , ' my brother is well known , i've heard you've visited him as well ... though as you can understand we keep our distance , our father made sure of that ' there's a tight lipped smile , as the car then continues down center city square , and bruce has indeed made room for the DA.

' they've had their minds made up since i was eleven ... there is no fixing a reputation , - can you imagine what it was like for me at eleven to be pinned to the press ? ... no , i imagine not ' he inhales , ' sometimes it makes me less of a target , those who wish me dead may take pity on the billionaire who gets drunk , or ? - i continue to elude ... harvey , you know gotham is as twisted as the sense of justice is ' humor called upon before he then clears throat.

' i am for change harvey , i want gotham to be somehow taken out of the dark history she has assigned herself ... i want so badly for the streets to be safe ' he stops short , and his grey eyes look out windows as the passing of street lights play upon handsome features , ' i want to support you , but i have to know that you yourself aren't susceptible to bribes ' he looks back over at dent , ' you don't have to like me but , i'd like to work together - perhaps just you knowing that i don't excuse money for the taking of innocents ... that my own blood is tarnished with such an ideal harvey i'm talking a kind of truce '

[feral-ballad]

Susan Abulhawa, from Against the Loveless World: A Novel

[Text ID: “I wanted to be chosen, maybe loved. I wanted out of my life, out of my skin,”]

[loneheirs]

*few things ! i will be moving this blog come the second week of december , and it will be a slow activity blog - my love for bruce is always there but ? just going to take my time so my threads and writing align with where i want bruce. i adore bruce i've written him for three years but with that i'm also scared that he'll vanish (it's happened to my past muses). that being said i do wanna focus on more plotting - i think also my current arc calls for that since it's confusing and a LOT. i'm hoping this resets my negative feelings about my blog (coming from no one BUT me) and just gets him back to where i want him. ANYWAYS this is just a small PSA

[croftbornarch]

it's not often that lara remembers to enjoy nature when she's in the heart of it, lara's tribulation had always left a path of destruction in her wake. it's no wonder nature's welcoming turns on its head whenever lara infiltrates, she rejects the generous invitation and ends up fighting for her life. but not today, today the hand holds are smooth and cold against the calluses of her fingers and lara loves it. the breeze whips sharply against the swells of her cheeks and the sun beats down on her shoulders and she could fall to her knees and sings hymns in gratitude. even the clouds had the gratuity to remain bordered within gotham's steel jungle and let them have this little escape, carved out and forcefully taken from the tumult that is their extravagantly and meticulously orchestrated public lives.

lara easily wrenches bruce's weight upon the boulder, chuffs a laugh and blows the hair out of her eyes as she straightens up once he stands on his own two feet, ❝ i suppose i'm overdue for a bad boy phase, aren't i ? you really are the package deal. ❞ she teases as she swipes her palms over her shorts and claps away the dirt and grime from them. she hesitates to prod, offering a sidelong glance before she looks ahead. ❝ what is your favourite spot ? ❞ he's always asked her, but she didn't think she ever asked him.

she laughs again, head shaking as she appraises the path ahead to determine just how long a hike remained to reach their destination. ❝ i didn't think gothamites would take lightly to my parkouring off the buildings. the forest seemed like the best place to train. ❞ secluded, private, dangerous. she got away with training inside the museum, back when she worked there, though she knew they'd sack her on the first opportunity they got ( and they did ) - climbing and calisthenics gyms left little to be desired in challenge, eventually she conquered and memorised most walls, most paths. lara needed challenge, she needed the split-second decision making that determined a broken bone or a successful landing.

bruce asks again and lara looks back and smiles, ❝ maybe. you tell me. ❞ she answers evasively, there's a dual edge to picking favourites, having it is a luxury and losing it is a tragedy. if lara has her way she'd claim it all to herself, protect it all, bruce included. a little greed and selfishness could go a long way, and a small part of her thinks she can make it work. she almost forges forward when bruce squeezes her hand and pulls back lara's attention, drawing her eyes up to his. he's a moment captured in still life, and she lets her gaze linger to carve it into her memory. her brows furrow a little but her lips pull up into a a meek smile, ❝ you don't have to thank me, darling. i did promise to take you away. ❞ she reminds him as her thumb runs over his knuckles and gives his arm a gentle tug, beckons him to follow her.

the silence doesn't drag but it stretches, all encompassing in its blissfulness. only the sounds of crunching gravel and chirping life around them blend into the embrace. the light fractures into honeycomb patches upon the undergrowth and their heads when they wade deeper and upwards between the barks, lara's eyes scan for signifiers both natural and of her own creation. the trees don't thin or indicate the alcove, they just disappear and part like sea to encircle the clearing atop the cliff. pockets of wildflowers embroider the green and straw-coloured grasses and lara finally stops, breathing out slow to will her heart beat to regulate after the uphill climb.

still holding bruce's hand, she finally looks up at him. she tries to concoct a formidable welcome as if she were a hostess of this tiny eden, but all she can do is gaze up and wonder if he feels it too. ❝ what do you think ? ❞

[loneheirs]

he is so often used to turning the spotlight , to keep his true self hidden that he realizes she asks because there is the desire to know his true self ; however ugly that might be. in truth , it's a question he's only been asked a handful of times in his life , people presume and in that presumption he took little care to clarify. from a tender age he had been examined and prone to criticisms that were more cruel than anything else.

though instead of answering her within that very minute , his first answer would have been the museum that sits within gotham , though now ? it has been closed for renovations. there he found comfort in the quietness that came from the observation of art. eyes for once were upon the greats that came before him , and not on his own legacy. there in that museum he could slip away , and alfred in his younger years would make little attempt to find him - knowing that bruce oftentimes wondered into the rooms that housed his mother's favorite exhibitions , and it was there that he talked to her.

so he follows , he follows in the gentle embrace of a silence that isn't formed in malice rather the comforting nature of knowing that there was no better company than the company he was currently in.

she brings him to her spot , a training alcove of sorts , and his eyes scan the trees and do indeed she the signs of her. they're evident in more ways than one , and as she asks him a question he looks upwards - the branches parting towards the sky as they still allow for sunlight , the way they feel like the lines of a wave before they break upon the shoreline.

' this is my favorite spot ' bruce softly says this , an admittance that is earnestly offered. his hand slipping from hers as he goes to a tree that has the marks of her handiwork , ' seems like you've been getting plenty of practice ' a smile , before one can hear the slight breaking of waves against cliff line. ' hmm though perhaps i'll take up training here myself ' words carefully guarded , ' ... i think though you are capable of kicking my ass ' words playful as a smile tugs before he makes his way to her , ' you do realize that everything you touch has become my favorite '

i can't stop the words , they fall before i realize how selfish they are. instead my teeth sink into my cheek. what exactly was i doing ? how was i to get out of such an entanglement if it had the capacity to crush my heart. she is a weakness of mine , one that i cannot allow others to know. i could bear the loss of my parents but , i truly do not know what would happen if i lost her. these inner thoughts i know are evident behind my gaze , a sadness that lingers with the knowledge she has my heart.

' i'm quite not sure if i could recover if i lost you - we don't do well with that sort of weakness do we ? '