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they/them/him/he yandere simulator brain rot🥀

[meteoriteric]

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[robs-your-robins]

Had the most vivid vision of Bruce attending a Halloween gala. Now, he usually never attends on Halloween, it's usually the busiest night of the year but to me this is about a year after Dick becomes Robin and the kid really wanted to go so they dress up (Bruce as a flower and Dick as a fat little bumblebee) and go. And they arrive, Dick is literally buzzing with excitement but Bruce can't help but wonder why some guests are staring at him like that. Sure he's dressed up and actually attending but those sideways glances and quickly averted gases are not the usual reaction... Then he sees it.

Two of the guests. A couple. He's dressed in a suit, ragged from bullet holes and stained with blood. She's in a dress, also bloodied and torn from bullets, with a broken bloodied pearl necklace on. They're dressed as Martha and Thomas Wayne.

Bruce doesn't know what to do. Everyone is staring. The kids are still running around, having the time of their lives, the band is still playing but every adult is staring, waiting for a reaction. Bruce just stands there, frozen and unsure what to do.

Dick gets the picture after a minute or so (he was looking at the toffee apples) and he takes action. He takes Bruce's hand in his and marches them from the gala. They sit in the stairwell for Alfred to come and get them. Dick holding Bruce's hand, watching the doors, alert for everything and telling him every now and then that he's right here. Bruce is touched of course, panic and disgust subsiding but it isn't until later after he's thanked Dick for his gallant rescue, tucking him in, that Dick admits that while it was an unpleasant night, he was glad he got to be there for Bruce, the same way he was there for Dick.

[elephino-but-i-need-a-name]

Young Bruce Thought

So what if, the details of the death of his parents are downplayed by the media. Or just not fully known? Like they know they died in front of him.

But they don’t know he was splashed by the spray from the exit wounds. They don’t know he sat with them for hours before someone finally called the police. They don’t know he was treated for hypothermia. They don’t know they didn’t die immediately. The crawled to him, then crawled from him to try to get help for him. He watched his parent slowly die in front of his eyes because it was Gotham and nobody stopped to help.

By the time Alfred is called Bruce is literally covered in blood. He has a handprint on his face from his mother trying to soothe him as she watched her husband crawl through literal glass for help. Bruce never spoke a word about any of these details to anyone. Alfred, Commissioner Gordon, Doctors, everyone thinks Bruce doesn’t remember the specifics. But he does.

The picture painted by the media is sanitized. This is the version his family knows. Wayne heir sees parents killed in front of him. His butler steps in to raise him.

The picture something happens. His kids, who think he has no real memory of the death of his parents, are linked to his mind. Is it fear toxin? Alien torture? Who knows. But the are suddenly in his memories. Watching them happen. And they see the whole traumatic, horrifying, gory thing. They are trapped watching Bruce sit in the cold for hours.

Yes Alfred does run to the scene with a jacket for Bruce. But that Alfred? Not the Alfred they know. This man doesn’t even know he’ll be taking guardianship. He’s simply concerned the way any compassionate adult would be for a child. The impression they have of a loving relationship. It’s real, but it doesn’t exist yet.

How would this change their interactions? I imagine it would make his push to make Gotham better make more sense. Even now, with as terrible as it is, no child would be left for hours. No Gothamite would walk past an Alley and ignore the pleading for help.

[robs-your-robins]

I have this idea of Bruce walking through the park or the city, out for a day with newly warded Dick and he’s in that usual celebrity disguise of sunglasses and a baseball cap and Dick is being his usually energetic self, bobbing up and around and they’re going to get some ice cream at some little stand. Bruce is paying when he realises that Dick is nowhere to be seen and at first, he thinks he’s scrambled up into a tree or something but then-

The weird guy talking to Dick suddenly grabs his arm, trying to pull him away and in that second Dick is just a scared eight year old, not Robin and he’s so scared that he doesn’t even cry or scream. He’s so small, he’s so scared and-

Bruce forgets he’s Batman for a second, forgets his code and then he’s pummelling that guy more out of desperation than skill and Bruce, of course, is built like that so the guy goes down pretty easy. The ice cream vendor calls the cops while Bruce slings Dick into his arms, holding him while he trembles with fear, saying sorry over and over gain like it is somehow his fault.

The cops show up, along with the Commisioner because the guy turns out to be this real piece of shit they’ve been tracking for a month or so and that it is Wayne-Involved. Gordon barks out orders to secure the scene and wrangle the witnesses together while the piece of shit gets wheeled to Gotham General. Gordon then turns to Mr Wayne who is sat with Dick in the back of an ambulance while the paramedics check the little guy over. Gordon is none too surprised to see Mr Wayne shaken but still has enough wits about him to give Gordon a statement, Gordon is surprised when Mr Wayne asks him to wait to arrest him after the boy is collected by his butler and well away. “Do you think we would arrest a father for protecting his son?”

And Bruce just bluescreens because it is the first time he’s heard Dick referred to as his son, that’s he’s been labelled his father. He’s not, he knows that, John Grayson was Dick’s father but why does it sound so right. “I still assaulted that man.”

Gordon just eyes him before chuckling. The young billionaire looks so confused and even a little insulted, so Gordon just said that he’s glad he wasn’t on the beat when Bruce was a little kid.

It’s in the papers the following morning. Bruce is dreading it, because he spent a sleepless night with Dick who was too scared to sleep on his own and he tossed and turned because he knew he should be out on patrol but the thought of leaving Dick alone even in the Manor, even with Alfred patrolling the grounds with a shotgun (a measure he allowed because it make Dick comfortable enough to try to sleep). There is a spread about the incident but not only a short account which painted Bruce in the role of a hero but also compared him to his mother, under the headline “Wayne Foils Abduction of Young Son: Mother like Son”. Turns out that Martha Wayne, formerly Kane, always ready to bring the pain, had a reputation of being protective of her little boy. From pulling a glock on Carmine Falcone at Bruce’s seventh birthday party at the zoo when he dared show up with gifts to sucker punching some guy who tried to abduct her from the mommy and me yoga class when Bruce was a toddler to the night that some guy broke into the Manor and found himself in what he would later describe as a house of horrors because sweet charitable Martha Wayne, socialite and philanthropist, chased him around the house with a revolver or maybe a baseball bat, the guy can’t remember because she fucked him up so badly. Martha was arrested for pulling the gun and her mugshot is hilariously iconic because there’s no mistaking that look in her eye, she would so fucking do it again.

[loomingspector]

Martha Wayne always wanted a little girl.

She wanted a little princess for herself. One she could dress up in pretty dresses, jewelry and accessories so they could match perfectly at galas and parties.

She always followed the other ladies at the gala parties with her eyes, their little daughters following close by their side. Being able to share the secrets of womanhood that she had learned through her life, and help her as she made her way in hers. Go on mother-daughter dates, go shopping, getting their hair and nails done together, even if her little princess didn't like stuff like that, it wouldn't matter because they would be able to figure it out together as they went. Mother and daughter.

What she wanted was a little Beatrice.

What she got was Bruce.

Bruce was a pretty child, he had almost pearly white skin, soft features, big eyes, long eyelashes. He was also undoubtedly male. As he grew up, his features shifted more and more towards Thomas, something that was also commented on relentlessly.

"It suits you perfectly!" Martha exclaimed, picking up the child as she also raised from the floor. The dress flowed perfectly around as she twirled. It matched her own perfectly, the soft pastels of yellow and green, fit the summer weather. It was the time of parties and what better time than now to show off new fashion and style.

"What are you doing, Martha." Her twirling stopped, but she still held the child in her arms. The small giggles was the only thing keeping the tense silence at bay. Thomas watched them both from the door, his work bag still hanging on his shoulder.

"We're simply having a little fun." As the child was put down, the dress fell and pooled on the floor. "We'll need to have it fitted correctly though."

"Martha," Thomas walked further into the the room, meeting little Bruce's eyes, he was still giggling from the twirling. Happy to simply be doing something with his mother. Happy to make his mother happy. "You'll have to stop this at some point."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Martha turned away, content with beginning to fold the rest of the many things she's had picked out but didn't fit the season.

"You can't keep doing this."

"Little Bee likes what I'm doing."

"Bruce doesn't know what you're doing, he doesn't understand that his mother doesn't wan-"

"Be quiet, Thomas." The giggles had stopped. Small eyes looked up at them, questioning. "It's almost time for dinner little Bee, let's go get ready."

The answering giggle shut the conversation down once again.

Bruce always liked being called pretty, always liked being called beautiful. His mother was the most beautiful of all, and being called beautiful by her was the best feeling in the world.

Alfred never answered when he asked if he was pretty or beautiful.

Not even at the funeral.

[robs-your-robins]

Little Bruce, maybe 5 or 6, coming home from school upset and Martha asks him what's the matter and he tearfully tells her that his teacher tore up his picture at school and made him redo it. Martha, incensed as you would imagine, calmly asks her crying child for the facts because yes, this teacher is getting full Mama Bear Martha but she needs to calm down a little before she totally flies off the handle.

Turns out that Bruce was asked to draw a picture of his family and he had, himself, Thomas and Martha and Alfred. And the teacher had asked whether Alfred was his grandfather and had turned when Bruce said he was their butler, "Your family, not the help" she had said before tearing up his hard work and telling him to start over. Bruce asks why she would say Alfred isn't part of their family and Martha is about to explain they aren't related but then...

The she remembers that Alfred is the one that drive her to the hospital when she went into labour that he had sat with her until Thomas got out of surgery. All the times Alfred took Bruce from under her feet when she was working, taking him into the kitchen to bake muffins or cookies. The times when he was tired or sick or stressed and he still showed up for the family. All the times that Alfred prepared a special dinner for Thomas and Martha when they hadn't seen each other in a while. How Alfred had been there when Martha was struggling being a new mom, how he had assured and praised her, how sometimes on days Thomas was away for business and she wasn't coping well that Alfred was her rock. How Alfred would drop everything to sit and talk to Thomas after he lost a patient.

Martha explains to Bruce that Alfred is part of their family. He's not an uncle or a grandfather or anything with a title but he's family, he's part of the family even if he's not related by blood because at the end of the day, it's the love that matters.

Bruce's redrawn picture is pride of place in the kitchen, where Alfred can see it every day.

[robs-your-robins]

Little Bruce, maybe 5 or 6, coming home from school upset and Martha asks him what's the matter and he tearfully tells her that his teacher tore up his picture at school and made him redo it. Martha, incensed as you would imagine, calmly asks her crying child for the facts because yes, this teacher is getting full Mama Bear Martha but she needs to calm down a little before she totally flies off the handle.

Turns out that Bruce was asked to draw a picture of his family and he had, himself, Thomas and Martha and Alfred. And the teacher had asked whether Alfred was his grandfather and had turned when Bruce said he was their butler, "Your family, not the help" she had said before tearing up his hard work and telling him to start over. Bruce asks why she would say Alfred isn't part of their family and Martha is about to explain they aren't related but then...

The she remembers that Alfred is the one that drive her to the hospital when she went into labour that he had sat with her until Thomas got out of surgery. All the times Alfred took Bruce from under her feet when she was working, taking him into the kitchen to bake muffins or cookies. The times when he was tired or sick or stressed and he still showed up for the family. All the times that Alfred prepared a special dinner for Thomas and Martha when they hadn't seen each other in a while. How Alfred had been there when Martha was struggling being a new mom, how he had assured and praised her, how sometimes on days Thomas was away for business and she wasn't coping well that Alfred was her rock. How Alfred would drop everything to sit and talk to Thomas after he lost a patient.

Martha explains to Bruce that Alfred is part of their family. He's not an uncle or a grandfather or anything with a title but he's family, he's part of the family even if he's not related by blood because at the end of the day, it's the love that matters.

Bruce's redrawn picture is pride of place in the kitchen, where Alfred can see it every day.

[escapinggrealityy13]

It’s important to me that people realize Bruce didn’t become who he is just because of his parent’s death. He’s the way he is because everyone adult in his life failed him afterwards.

[bruciemilf]

Need a the Waynes Lived AU where Martha’s a vampire. She snuck in a Wayne Gala for a potential late night snack, but Thomas thought she was a socialite.

“So, what do you do?”

“I drain people of their life sources.”

“Oh, you’re a CEO too?”

She can’t drink Thomas’ blood because he smokes too much, the baggy eyes indicate long nights spent on his feet during surgery, which means it’ll taste bitter, and she saw him drown 10 whiskey shots in one go.

It’s a taste thing, nothing against him.

He is, how ever, very handsome, and she decided she’ll be his house cat for the time being. Fast forward two years later and they have a vampire cherub of a baby named Bruce.

Babies usually don’t come out with fangs and tiny bat wings, so, yeah. His wife’s a vampire. Cool.

“How come I’ve never seen your wife outside during the daytime, Tom??”

“How come I’ve never seen you mind your own fucking business?”

[bruciemilf]

Bruce doesn’t know when violence stops being violence to him.

When he’s 4 years old, he pushes Oliver Queen off the swings, because it was his turn, and if talking wouldn’t work, this would.

Martha holds his face , gently, when he has to write an apology letter.

“If you want to participate in cruelty, you can’t cry when you become a victim of it.”

He also punched Sophia Falcone for calling Selina an ugly word, and his small fists ache after, but it doesn’t feel wrong.

His mama grins, small but proud, and Alfred makes his favorite tea, and Thomas tells ‘nice shot, babe’ while gently wrapping up his bleeding knuckles.

He remembers Oswald Cobblepot coming over, seeing him, and handing him ten bucks while cackling.

Gotham teaches him young.

They were out, — Thomas never lets Alfred leave home without him, not even for trivial little things like grocery shopping. And where his father goes, Bruce goes, tied to his hip like an extra limb.

There’s a man, — and he’s holding his wife by the hair. Bruce knows because he can see their rings glowing in the grey sunshine. They’re like Alfie’s rings.

She has bruises on her face, and her neck, and he’s scared for her. Thomas gently puts him down, and Bruce asks if he’ll call Mr. Policeman Gordon.

And Thomas unlocks his wristwatch, slides it over to his knuckles.

“This is how Waynes do things.”

Alfred tries to take Bruce awayand Uncle Oz stops him. When he watches Thomas punches and stomps on that man’s face until his legs stop twitching, he understands.

As Batman, Penguin hands him a 10 dollar bill, still wet with blood, when Bruce takes him to Arkham.

“Your daddy didn’t need a mask. “

[electricgg]

I need ten fics of the Wayne fam and Uncle Oz on my desk by ten am tomorrow, pls and thank you🫠✨

[cadygroves]

[meteoriteric]

Gyaru Ayano w Budo btw

[vee-dmsr]

[podcastwizard]

you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.

[huegor]

2009: maybe it’s not my weekend but it’s gonna be my year.

2010: maybe it’s not my weekend but it’s gonna be my year.

2011: maybe it’s not my weekend but it’s gonna be my year.

2012: maybe it’s not my weekend but it’s gonna be my year.

2013: ah, fuck it.

[vogueweekend]

“Manga Mirror”, Daphne Groeneveld photographed by David Dunan in Vogue Japan March 2016

[sabertoothwalrus]

aint it crazy how everyone is famous nowadays and yet I dont know who anyone is. there are countless people that will have more followers on instagram than the population of Sacramento and no one I know irl has ever heard of them

[erzvolnes]

immortal words