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[blancium]

WAR IS OVER

[lilyshootingstarr]

"Make your hero a letter" day in school

Or Bruce's personal hell,not because he had to see the beautiful drawings his kids made,no he loves his children thank you very much

It's because,he didn't receive a SINGLE one,he has 6 children and not ONE wrote about Batman,or Bruce.

With Dick was a blow but he was expecting it,he was a giant Superman fan(and still is),of course he would make it about him

Bruce did not ignored Clark for 3 weeks, don't listen to the Kriptonian.

Jason was also expected,he knew his little guy had admiration for Diana,he made it about her

No he wasn't rude for a week, don't listen to the Amazon.

Tim was homeschooled so it wasn't a lost nor a win,Cass his baby Cassandra,also didn't had a chance,but he tells himself(no he's not delusional) that they would've wroted about him

Duke came to him when he was a teen,but he admitted Flash was his favorite so he knows he would've lose

Damian,that was the final blow,he was so sure it was going to be his moment,he even separated his favorite magnet to put it hanging in the fridge to prove to his friends that he was at least one of the children's favorite.

Damian wrote about himself

He wrote about Robin and how cool the Robin was.

Bruce did NOT sulked for 3 days, he's fine he handled the lost like a responsible adult.

That was until at least 4 weeks later,when Kal paid him a visit with Jon

The kids was visibly nervous and excited,and kept giving him sideway glances,so much than when he asked if he had something to tell him Jon blurted out right away

He wrote his letter,about him, Batman.

Batman was Superboys favorite.

He looked at Kal,that was avoiding his gaze pretty badly since they got inside,and grabbed the letter

It was beautiful,just like Bruce wanted,and finalized with a rushed drawing of him and Superboy side by side with smiles on their faces.

He hang it up on the fridge,with the magnet he put aside for Damian, because the drawing needed to be recognized.

A few hours after the hang out,Damian went to the kitchen for snacks, Bruce found him standing in front of the fridge looking intensely at Jon's letter

"Father,why is this hang up on the fridge?"

"oh,Jon gave it to me,it's his hero letter"

"..and why is it in the fridge?"

"I felt like displaying it,is a nice drawing"

"my paintings don't go in the fridge"

"..they go in the corridor wall big guy"

"and why the banana magnet,you don't use the banana magnet for anything"

"it's my favorite,I only use it for important things."

That made Damian look at him,get red faced and storm out of the kitchen muttering about stupid Kent's

The week afterwards was the strangest of Bruce's life, apparently all of his children got informed of Jon's letter in the fridge,and they all were mad about it

He had to stop Cass and Jason from taking it off and ripping it

He had to listen to Dick and Dukes huffs every time they looked at the fridge

And he had to make sure to buy extra magnets, because apparently Tim and Damian were trying traditional drawings and they wanted the drawings on the fridge too,with banana magnets.

And Clark said that Damian hadn't talked to Jon in a few days

He doesn't know what happened,but he's very happy with how full of love his fridge is getting,he's just making sure that Jon's letter doesn't get drowned in all the other drawings

It's a good letter after all.

The batkids are definitely jealous and possessive of their dad,and Bruce is definitely not keeping that drawing on to rub it in Clark's face that it hurts the ego when your best friend gets the drawing not you

He's not that petty, definitely not.

[gotham-blight]

A little-known fact outside the walls of Wayne Manor is that Bruce Wayne has always been incapable of controlling his scent. As such, without scent patches, his innermost feelings are constantly on display. 

When Dick has to return to Bludhaven after visiting for a while? Bruce’s usually warm, butterscotch scent becomes stale and heavy, dripping with heartbreak at the mere concept of his oldest pup leaving the nest again.

Jason faces the brunt of this involuntary honesty. Each time their mama turns to gaze upon his resurrected son, his scent erupts in overwhelming waves of love and awe, so potent that it’s nearly suffocating. (Jason was always thankful that his helmet filtered scents, just for this reason.)

Tim takes full advantage of their mama’s weakness by deliberately reporting to him about each successful case he cracks. There’s nothing, after all, that settles him quite like the way his mama’s scent does, when it’s filled with nothing but pride. 

Cass, on the other hand, would never dare to exploit their mama’s vulnerability. Instead, she opts to wrap her arms around him as often as she possibly can, scenting him with pure, unadulterated love. And when he returns the favour by drenching her in love and adoration? She can’t help but devolve into content purrs, and truthfully, neither can he.

Duke tries, so, so very hard to avoid taking advantage of it. He really does. But… when an Omega is as smothering as their mama is, there’s no avoiding the cloud of sticky-sweet affection that wells up around him, growing in intensity and warmth with each passing day, until he’s sure the scent has melded entirely with his own.

Damian never really knows what to think of this scent-based vulnerability in their mother. On some level, he can acknowledge that it must be unpleasant, being forced to broadcast your emotions against your will. But.. on the other hand… there’s something so soothing to his basest of instincts when his mother buries his nose into his neck and breathes in his milky pup scent, only to fill the room with so much joy that his head begins to swim.

[elissagothicity]

Creating my new tag Bruce Wayne is a saint cause I genuinely believe he is a pure-hearted and kind angel with only good and beautiful intentions

[lostmonsterposts]

Imagine bruce playing with himself. Maybe its been a while since hes had the time and his poor cunt is aching. So he gets his favorite dildo, a slightly slender glass thing that has swirling designs to feel divine. And since it'd been awhile and hes too impatient to finger himself, he grabs a mini wand that hes fond of.

He begins to press the flared head against his hole as he turns on the wand, having it at the lowest setting just to distract from the stretch. Slowwlyy sliding it into place. But when he gets halfway, the angle presses the head into a special spot inside of him, one that feels delicious.

So he angles the head and pushes it against that spot, using the wand more insesntly. The zipping shocks floods his nerves system, making him wimper and clench around the glass. He grabs the dildo with more force and tilts it he feels his legs shake. The pleasure overtakes him so quickly, hes beyond shocked. He's never cum that quick. He did even know it was possible, it feels like a cheat code.

Unfortunately for him, it did nothing to satiate his hunger.

[pufferfishzero]

when bruce is in a particularly bad headspace, god help the first batkid he sees. a zombie in his own home, eyes glazed over even as his body moves with his ingrained fluidity and grace. the moment he registers one of his children in his radius, his head snaps in their direction and the hunt begins. with a speed only a Flash could outdo, he’s dragging his kid into his arms, tucking their head into the crook of his neck and carrying them to the living room to initiate family cuddles. the others will stop by for a few hours, or perhaps the whole night, but that first child is never leaving his arms.

bruce gets so embarrassed once he’s back in his own body, but what he doesn’t know is that the kids all fight over who gets the comfort of Papa Bat cuddles.

sure, they could still join later, but they like seeing bruce, reduced to only his rawest self, be torn out of his own self hatred because he loves them more than he could ever hate himself. even stuck in a miserable spiral, all it takes is one look at any of his kids and he is rushing to love on them

[olenndo0]

superbat love square inspired by #that post by the supah cool @y3np3ws

[dayahastrauma0]

Government: ok we are going to ban everything that romanticizes "taboo" stuff; smut about incest, abuse, rape, dark romance, everything like that, oh and also "icky" fanarts about minors.

anti's: YEEEEEY!

Government: ok now that you gave us the power to censor, we are going to push it a littleeee bit further and censor anything taboo, and media that discusses or even mentions dark topics with nuance, Lolita, 120 days of sodom, all gone! Everything has to be squeaky clean and sanitized!

anti's: yey!

Government: nice! now, we are going to erase from libraries all nazi books, like Mein Kampf, and any uncomfortable historical documentation about racism, homophobia, sexism etc, because that's problematic, right? we don't want our youth to read those and inform themsel- I MEAN, get influenced, right?

anti's: yes...?

Government: cool! now that we got rid of the "bad nasty stuff", you certainly won't mind if we also erase, you know... the other stuff we don't like and that we find uncomfortable, no matter the fact it doesn't hurt anybody, right? that also influences our young impressionable, sensitive kids, right?

anti's: what do you mean?

Government: oh you know, just, all the gay stuff. everything LGBTQ+, everything queer, everything not 100% vanilla that doesn't promote the traditional values, and the sole existence of blood on screen and kissing and the representation of marginalized groups-

anti's: WHAT? no!

Government: uh?? i thought YOU were the ones who wanted to "bring back Hays Code" and not see any sex or "problematic" stuff on screen!

Do you guys want THIS to happen? i don't think you do.

[blackheartbiohazards]

"I don't want to read this" is totally valid.

"This is disgusting to me" is totally valid.

"I don't want to read this because it is disgusting to me" is totally valid.

"I don't think anyone should be allowed to read or write this because it is disgusting to me" is authoritarian.

[blackheartbiohazards]

"I don't think anyone should be allowed to read or write this because it is disgusting to me" is authoritarian.

[spellscarred]

Bro, blocking someone and then using their tag like this is, all offence, weak as fuck. Like all you had to say was, na bro I don't promote pedo protags on this here blog, because I wholly agree with the premise of your argument given contexts (i.e., writing abusive relationships to show the evils, great; writing abusive relationships to show the romance, yikes).

This response is so, so comically shitty within the context of that tag, oh my god.

[blackheartbiohazards]

"I don't think anyone should be allowed to read or write this because it is disgusting to me" is authoritarian.

[blackheartbiohazards]

"I don't think anyone should be allowed to read or write this because it is disgusting to me" is authoritarian.

[blackheartbiohazards]

"Censorship of some topics in fiction and art is good and I would be happy if it were to be enacted in a way I approved of"

and

"some things should be banned from ever being written or read about in fiction"

are both authoritarian viewpoints to hold and express, even if you don't have the power to enact them.

If you hold these viewpoints you are holding authoritarian viewpoints.

[averageidiotenby]

DUDE IT’S PEDO FICS EVERYBODY THINKS THEY’RE NASTY

[blackheartbiohazards]

Let me explain this to you in simple terms.

Something being nasty is not a good reason to ban fiction about it.

If we accept that "something being nasty is a good reason to bad fiction about it" then we give a foot in the door for all the people who truly, genuinely believe that queer people are nasty to ban all queer literature.

This is not about defending bad people this is about defending the freedom of good people from tyranny, you moron.

[kawaii-pigeon]

I think if you take it to its logical extreme. Say, banning people from writing stories of sexual abuse. That could then be said "well ANY talk about sexual abuse is bad."

And from that, you could ban books that talk about it irl. Or books like how to recover after being abuse. If its not something to be discussed AT ALL.

[plague-of-insomnia]

The fact that I’ve seen this post in some form on my dash like 100x and each time there’s new idiots who do not get that you can’t have *some* censorship.

Either you’re for it or you aren’t.

The moment you agree that something should never, ever exist in fiction is the moment that anything can be banned.

Remember a while back how Tumblr banned a bunch of tags, including many popular innocuous ones that even people who are for censorship used and were upset about?

When censorship happens, stuff YOU like can and will be banned. That’s how it works.

Remember how a bunch of people had their accounts terminated here only last year for writing about their own sexual abuse?

When you ban “pedo” topics, say, any talk of child sexual abuse in any form, that means people can no longer write about their own experiences. It means people cannot educate others so they can learn how to protect themselves or get help from these situations.

Censorship is authoritarian. Full stop.

Even if “everyone” agrees something is “gross” and “shouldn’t exist,” that does not fucking matter.

Do you know who generally believes queer people are gross and shouldn’t exist??

The same people who are banning books left and right solely because they have queer characters or relationships.

The same people who attack and kill queer folk for simply exisiting.

This is not just some fandom matter or a case of being chronically online.

Protecting freedom of expression is essential, and if you do not get that, I don’t know what to say to you.

[scientia-rex]

And the people who keep bringing up child sex abuse as a reason for censorship are doing it very specifically because everyone feels like then they HAVE to agree with the person in favor of censorship.

It’s not that there isn’t widespread societal agreement on this. It’s that they want you backed into a rhetorical corner where you feel compelled to agree with them.

[ruffboi-mags]

Also, like, we KNOW how this shit shakes out in fandom because it's happened before.

In 2007, Livejournal capitulated to the "pedophilia and sex crimes!" cries of (hate group) Warriors 4 Innocence, and you know what communities got shut down? Slashfic communities. Sexual assault survivor support communities. Authors who'd written non-smut m/m fic even got caught up in it. It was DEVASTATING to fandom spaces. I think pretty much everyone knew at least one person whose account was literally DELETED, or were a member of a community that was wiped off the map because they were considerate enough to include topics like "sexual assault" or "BDSM" in the profiles under the badly-named category of "interests" to indicate that posts on said blogs or communities may include discussion of things like that. Even if it was for a SUPPORT group. And it was because a group of religious bigots came to LJ and said essentially "EVERYONE thinks it's gross and that it's promoting CSA, we should ban it."

Like, strikethrough and boldthrough were a large part of what propelled AO3 out of a more unfocused conversation on one person's blog about hosting a site INTENDED for fandom content, into being an actual archive and nonprofit. And it's a large part of why you won't find AO3 banning topics that you find "gross".

Censorship is authoritarian and it will ALWAYS have more collateral damage than you can imagine.

[nyxelestia]

Going to add that fiction which had sexual abuse and communities which played around with it as a writing topic are the very things that protected me from irl sexual abuse when I was a teenager. I was in a dicey situation, and realized that while my situation did not match up to any of the superficial or textbook cases mentioned in passing (if at all) through school, it matched up a LOT to what I'd learned about irl sexual abuse through works of fiction and the rhetoric of my communities. I got out of that situation and dodged what was, in retrospect, one hell of a nasty bullet. If it hadn't been for that "nasty" fiction and those "nasty" communities, I would very likely have been abused, and subject to further violence spiraling out from that abuse.

[benjis-house-boat]

you can’t have *some* censorship.

[fourcornersofcreation]

Censorship is authoritarian.

[lostmonsterposts]

Im going to go home and lick this

[nigaki]

Feral Bruce AU

Ever since the death of his parents, Bruce has been in a feral state which no one can bring him out of.

Alfred has tried everything he could for years, but nothing worked. And, time is of the utmost essence for Alfred because once Bruce is 21 he would have to be institutionalized in an asylum like Arkham.

When Bruce is 18, Alfred decides to take drastic measures by having Bruce mate another Alpha. Of course, Alfred begins a meticulous search to find the perfect Alpha for Bruce and finds it in unassuming Alpha named Clark Kent.

Bruce is first introduced to Clark via a piece of clothing with his scent that Clark scent, and Bruce is immediately hooked to it. Although knowing of the risks, Alfred plans a meeting between Clark and Bruce.

Upon meeting for the first time, Bruce doesn't attack Clark instead Bruce happily nuzzles Clark and becomes pheromone drunk.

Alfred is relieved that it worked, and Clark is happy at finding a mate in Bruce.

Thanks to Clark, Bruce is able to get out of his feral state; however, some of his memories are missing due to being in a feral state for so long (ex. Bruce can't remember his parents). Luckily for Alfred, Bruce does recognize Alfred and even refers to him as 'Mama'.

Some time passes until Bruce has his first pup(s) with Clark.

Sometimes Bruce still acts feral. When he's stressed or didn't have enough sleep. It's his defense mechanism.

But he's way more docile than before, and he's still a good mama to his pup.

[lostmonsterposts]

Would you be down to share your follower count? (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ

I just checked and I have 392! Haha, I honestly forget about it since tumblr isnt very showy about it but yea :]

[starry-eyed-princesss]

Clark is 22, when he memorises every single minute detail of his heart.

Clark is 25, when he learns almost all of the medical practices necessary to save his life. It takes him 3 years to learn about it all but he never backs down.

Clark is 27, when he learns about ASL and BSL to understand him better than anyone else, it doesn't take him much time to master both of the languages and understand them clearly.

Clark is 30, when he memorises every single street and tunnel and hidden places in Gotham. The excessive lead makes it exceptionally difficult for him to complete the task but he never gives up. He spends his free time travelling the city on foot to make sure he has it all memorised, so that he can always find him in the case of an emergency.

Clark is 34, drowning in horror and grief as he holds his cold body in his arms unable to think rationally and does the only thing that his soul is screaming at him to do, he throws him in the pit, going against every rule and moral he stood for but he would rather have him angry at Clark them have him dead.

Clark is 37, when he saves his identity from getting revealed to the whole world, the whole ordeal almost killed him and even tho he doesn't like Clark meddling in his business, Clark would not sit still and watch him get ruined in front of the whole world.

Clark is 40, when he gets the complete and unrestricted access to his cave, and Clark understands that it's his way of telling him that he is ready to address and commit to the thing that has been growing between them for decades.

Clark is 43 and Bruce is 45, when they publicly announce their engagement and get married at a remote location. Sealing their fate together forever.

[littlefankingdom]

"I have no problems with Bruce no-kill rule, just that he forces it on others."

Omg, so awful of him to not want people to kill others. To care about life. Anyway, can we get some sources of him "forcing" others to follow his no-kill rule?

"Once Dick killed the Joker and Bruce revived him."

Yeah, because Dick would have kill himself if he had stayed a murderer. He hated himself so much after. Bruce saved the Joker to save Dick.

"Well, he forces Jason."

THE CRIME! A FATHER DOESN'T WANT HIS SON TO BE A MURDERER! Quick, go ask your parents how they would react if you decapitated 8 guys, how they would feel if you started murdering people. And don't smother things with "but they are bad people" because Jason murdered many goons, people who would never have been served the death penalty. Call me back after.

Also, btw, Clark once was mad and stopped talking to Diana because she killed someone. Do you also complain about him, or have you never touch a comic, apart maybe from the famous one like Under The Red Hood? The obsession with the Joker needing to being killed more than anyone else kind of tell me that because, personally, I would choose Lex Luthor (so rich he escapes punishment and he was the fucking president of the US once) or Amanda Waller (literally participates in the, still legal, slavery of prisoners, making them soldiers for the US and threatening their life to force them to risk their life. Will never be punished because she works for the US gov and military)

[yousmadspooky]

superbat fic where Clark is absolutely wrecking Bruce’s hole making him a blubbering, drooling, incoherent, eye rolling mess of a man in bed, huge hands grasping firm on his arch, maybe even has a fist of Bruce’s hair balled up in one of them, only for Clark to then whisper low & soft yet definitively demanding into Bruce’s ear “who’s pussy is this?” AUGHHHHHJJ FUCK

[renairinwrites]

Hi 👋

I'm new here.

I was a post about dick hating talia and wondered, do you know of any fics/drabbles etc of the batkids driving away anyone bruce likes/loves? Like they are so consistently cruel to her (him/them) that bruce has no choice but to part ways with the only person who genuinely loves (understands/accepts/knows) him and in the end the batkids move out of the manor as time passes. And bruce ends up all alone with only ghosts and his memory for company.

No one was ever good enough for them.

Not Selina. Not Talia. Not Julie or Silver, or anyone else. Especially Khoa (not that Bruce could really blame them on that one, still his heart aches all the same). The kids would always look at Bruce and his partners with down turned lips. Assessing. Judging.

You can do better, they'd say as they cornered him in the cave. Usually right after he'd spent time with any of his romantic partners. They're not good for you.

It wasn't always a clean sweep either. Sometimes, most of them would be relatively fine with whoever Bruce was seeing at any given time. But all it took was one of the kids to have a strong disapproval for whomever was in Bruce's life, and he'd get the message fairly quickly. Sometimes their displeasure spread to all the rest like a wildfire growing out of control. Other times the individual kids who had some issue with the current partner were just too loud to ignore.

None of the children would fight for any of his relationships, even when they themselves weren't opposed to one (for once). It was even worse, Bruce found, when he ended up dating someone from the League.

No matter how long he'd known any hero, or how close they had been over the years, it didn't matter. If Bruce didn't end things, he'd have things ended for him, one way or another. Most of his romances ended because of his vigilantism, or moral differences, yes, but sometimes...they couldn't handle the stress. Not for what he did, but the weight the kids put on them.

Or at least, that's what Clark had said last year.

The kids were very...protective, he'd say. But it didn't feel like protection. It was just another thing he came to deny himself having in this lifetime. Something else he slowly made off-limits to make more room for his children. And he loved them, he did. He would do anything for them.

But sometimes...

He just wanted to feel less alone.

If long term relationships were off the table, then all he had left was one night stands. Short little flings. Temporary bandaids to tide him over when the weight became too much.

But for some ungodly reason, even that was slowly becoming off limits.

"Who'd you run off with last night?"

Bruce sat still in his chair, looking away from the case files he had been pouring over to find Dick half-sitting on the console, arms crossed with a bored expression on his face. Though Bruce could still spot the crinkles in the corners of Dick's eyes. The simmering disapproval underneath.

"Nobody you need worry yourself over." Bruce replied, and went back to staring at the case files. He heard Dick sigh and then suddenly fingers were entering his vision to shut the files, pushing them away. No distractions or leeway to get out of this conversation, it seemed.

Bruce took off his reading glasses and set them onto the table, then leaned back in the chair and deigned to turn towards Dick. Now his face was shimmering with annoyance, perhaps anger.

"You gonna start talking now or do I need to pry it out of you?"

"What does it matter who I was with?" Bruce sighed, staring Dick down. Lately the kids had been so damn nosy into the matter. What did they think this was, some secret marriage situation or something? "I do have a personal life of my own, you know."

"Then the least you could do is let us know who you were with. We'll find out one way or another."

Bruce scoffed, "If that's the case, why bother asking?"

"I want to hear it from you." Dick said, with a razor edge tinge to the words. "Who are you seeing this time?"

"I wouldn't call a one night stand 'seeing someone', and none of you know them so what does it matter? I won't be seeing them again anyways. That's the point."

Dick rolled his eyes. "God, B. This is like the tenth time you've done this. What happened to having a normal relationship like everyone else?"

Normal?

Bruce grit his teeth, feeling the fire arise in his chest.

"Why bother when I'm never allowed to have one."

Dick made a sour face, raising a brow towards Bruce. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"None of you ever approved of who I was dating. I got tired of trying, only to have to end things because none of you were happy with it."

"They weren't good enough for you, Bruce. You deserve better."

Bruce crossed his arms, trying not to gnash his teeth in his mouth out of irritation. A small little thing in the back of his mind cracked in half and the words on the tip of his tongue let themselves loose in consequence.

"Who is better? Who is good enough?"

"What?"

"Who." Bruce reiterated, jaw tensing. "Who do you think is good enough? Who is a good choice? Which one will satisfy the lot of you?"

"I...I don't--" Dick knitted his brows together, a complex expression blooming on his face. "That's not fair and you know it!"

"And yet all of you are so quick to judge every partner I've ever had. You want to talk about 'not fair'? It's never been fair to me to never leave me to my own relationships without all of you meddling in them somehow."

"We don't meddle--"

"What are you doing right now?" Bruce asked, getting silence in return. "I'm still waiting. Give me an answer. Who's good enough for all of you? What was so wrong with everyone previously that they were immediately disqualified from loving me?"

"Selina is a kleptomaniac and a villain." Dick spat out, without hesitation.

"Selina is doing things her own way. She's not a villain. And she was never obligated to be a hero, either." Bruce snapped back, adding, "You're not a stranger to dating villains yourself, Dick."

Dick was glaring at him now. "Shawn was reformed."

"I'm not talking about Shawn. She was lovely, by the way."

"Don't turn this back on me! Talia is a psychopath. You can't excuse all of her behavior towards you."

Bruce sighed through his nose. "She's made some hard choices in her life."

"She hurt you, Bruce. Bad."

"So have you." Bruce pointed out. Dick paled and pulled back. "Who hasn't at this point?"

The young man shook his head. "We just want what's best for you. We worry."

"No, you demand. You instigate. You always disapprove for one reason or another. Usually to the tune of 'I can't get them involved in this life', or they're already a part of it somehow but not 'the right fit.' They're a villain or they're a League member and for some reason that's even worse? So who fits? Who's better? Point them out to me. Or maybe you all just don't want to see me happy when it doesn't immediately involve all of you. Maybe you're afraid I won't put all of you first for once?"

Bruce paused to take a breath, sighing as Dick ran his hand over his face. "I love you all, I do, but you are my children. And despite how much I do for you, how much I sacrifice, how much I adore each and every one of you--I know I won't have you around forever. Half the time you find a reason to leave me here, alone, due to one fight or another. For any slight at all. Sometimes even because of whatever partner I have that week. Now you're irritated that I don't have one? Make up your minds. I can't read them. Nothing will keep you here yet you are all so quick to leave whenever it suits you, and hurts me the most. I need a life outside of you. If not to be less alone, then to stay sane from all of this."

"I--I didn't. We never--" Dick cut off, moving away from the console, about four feet. Then he started pacing. He stopped after a minute and looked back at Bruce over his shoulder. "You can't blame us for all your relationships falling apart. You do plenty of that all by yourself."

Dick paused, letting the tension between them grow. Then he snapped out, "What happened to Sasha, Bruce? Or Harvey? Diana? Where's Vesper, Bruce?"

Bruce felt a cold chill wash over him, like he was being thrown into ice water. All the fire and anger that had been simmering beneath his skin was snuffed out in an instant.

"I just--We--Just want what's best for you." Dick said, shifting in his stance uneasily from one foot to the other. "And they aren't it."

Dick walked away before Bruce could reply, practically leaping up the stairs leading out of the cave.

Bruce just sat there. Thinking. Drowning in the echoes of the conversation. Feeling the shards of ice stabbing into him.

He didn't notice the presence behind his chair until a warm hand landed on his shoulder.

"You know none of that is on you, right?" Zatanna spoke, her words were just as warm as her hand. He pinched his brow with one hand and raised the other to grasp at her fingers.

It wasn't a secret marriage situation, no, but they had always been on-again-off-again until recently. More on than off these days. It was...nice. Bruce already had to sneak around with his other flings, trying to have some privacy, and Zatanna didn't mind the added secrecy. She understood better than most.

"I don't know what to do with them. It's getting so out of hand, Zee."

"I can think of something. A few things, actually." She said, smirking in that playful way she does when she's made big plans he doesn't know about. "Wanna stay with me for a while? Got some shows across Europe the next few months. We could use the vacation, sneak around a little less."

Bruce huffed a small laugh. Even despite his soured mood, she always knew how to get a laugh out of him. He turned in his chair and put his hands on her waist. "I thought you liked that part."

She chuckled and ran her fingers through his hair. "Oh, I do. I just also might turn those little birds of yours into actual birds if they don't knock their crap off."

"Fair's fair." Honestly, he wouldn't mind that one bit right about now.

She clicked her tongue and made a face. "I don't remember them learning this kind of cruelty from you. What the hell happened?"

"I don't know." It was true. He had no idea why they were so adamant to make him miserable forever like this. Why couldn't they just understand? "How soon can we go? I...don't want to stay here."

"Anytime. Right now sound good?" She suggested, leaning over him where he sat and staring straight into his eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck loosely. "You can bring your fancy case files, or we can drop them off with Barbara? Leave the little gremlins with something to do other than come looking for you until you get back?"

"Sounds good." Bruce murmured, leaning into her space and touching his forehead against her own. "Zanna?"

"Yes?"

"What if...what if I don't want to come back?"

"Then you don't have to." She smiled at him. God, he loved her smile. "And they can learn to deal with it."

Bruce nodded his head, then took her hand as she spoke her spell aloud.

[nepobebe]

stole this from my twitter ! // superbat, fantasy au

bruce wayne, former prince of gotham, getting usurped and exiled by his subjects after his parents were murdered

years pass and he learns how to live off the land on the outskirts of a nearby city, only sneaking into town when he needs new horseshoes but quick to leave, always paranoid he'll be found out. there's a significant warrant out for him, and someone will get a hefty sum for him

dead or alive

so bruce lives in the forest, under a waterfall in a cave. its dark, damp, and defeaning, but its home. no one comes here.

except... one day, while he's washing his laundry by the banks, he glances up just in time to witness a man being stabbed and shoved over the crest of the waterfall, to plummet to his death

bruce runs for him, with no doubt that he wont make it in time, but trying anyway

the man lands, heavy, at the base of the waterfall and doesnt resurface. when bruce glances up, the perpetrators are gone and all thats left is the roar of the water and the heat of the sun simmering the back of his neck as he dives in after the man.

bruce finds the body and resurfaces somewhere down the river, the current too swift for him to swim against with such a large man acting as a dead weight.

but he is--blessedly--not dead. just unconscious. bleeding from a stomach wound that surely must be stinging, in definite need of first aid

but alive

bruce carries the man 'home'. he's dressed like a noble. brilliant white trimmed with gold, and a heavy ripped cape the color of rubies.

but right now he's just a man, one that needs help, so bruce helps.

---

when kal-el, prince of the kingdom of krypton, wakes up he thinks he's being greeted by an angel. brilliantly black hair, stormy grey eyes, and gentle hands that lift him to help him drink water.

his heart throbs in time with the wound in his belly in an instant.

"careful," the angel hums. "i'll take care of you."

and kal believes him with all his heart

---

kal learns that thomas, the angel, made a home here after his family sadly perished from the plague. he can't stand to be around people, kal also learns, but he's always gentle when he speaks with kal, so maybe he's just shy.

above all else, he's as beautiful and brilliant, and kal wants to bring his saviour with him home, to krypton. thomas refuses.

the first dozen times kal-el waxes poetic to him, about how his home is beautiful and safe. about how thomas would fit right in, how kal would give him all the treasures and protection he could ever want

thomas always always refuses, citing that he's happy here, alone and forgotten in a forest.

after a month of being with thomas, kal tries something else. its a full moon when he steps out of the cave, his wound mostly healed if not for the dark veins sprouting from it-- poison, thomas had told him. he'd gotten most out, but kal will need a more advanced healer to recover the rest of the way.

on the full moon night, kal drops to one knee as soon as bruce emerges from a meadow, a basket full of vegetables for dinner at his side.

"... hasty, arent you?"

"dedicated," kal responds, softly. "allow me to prove myself to you. you saved my life and i want to repay you."

"with marriage."

"a partnership. more, later, if you allow. but protection nonetheless."

"and what makes you think i need protecting?" thomas says, brushing past

"because youre the lost prince of gotham," kal says, stopping bruce in his tracks.

"your kingdom is in shambles without you."

"... they didnt want me. nor need me." bruce keeps walking, and kal follows. theres a resigned cut to his shoulders, and a tremble in his hands

kal-el reaches out and lays his palm against bruce's back.

"i want you," kal whispers. "anything you have to offer."

"you dont /know/ me." bruce's voice goes sharp, but he doesnt pull away from kal's touch.

"i know your heart. thats enough. just... think about it?"

"mm."

---

ANYWAY this was supposed to be horny and they fuck in the cave and kal gets all lost in bruce's eyes before he realizes they look familiar and it turned out bruce was betrothed to him when they were both kids LOL but i got distracted with fantasy superbat tendernism....

something something kal is still an alien but its a well kept secret and the people who stabbed him are a secret society trying to plot the downfall of krypton

something something bruce detectives his way through the mystery and kicks ass + horseback cuddling, starlit sex, probably them flirting with eachother in a tavern and having semi-public, semi-drunk sex out back LOL

(bruce having a conniption being around so many people at once and its Too Loud and!! he hates it!!!! so kal, who accidentally got a lil too drunk off wine, just takes him and kisses him silly in a dark booth at the back of the inn until he calms down mmm mm m mmm)

ANYWAY im never writing this fully so if anyone wants to steal this idea go for it!!