"A hero can be anyone"

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@ivoryxveins

Bruce’s guests had left about half an hour ago, but he was still sitting in the booth with its vinyl red covers. He looked out the window and watched as a group of homeless kids made their way down Hollywood Boulevard. They traveled in packs like wolves. Each pack having its own leader and its own rules. For a moment, he wanted to do something for them. Maybe, write them a check or ask them about their parents, but he knew better. He was just another rich man to them and rich men didn’t mean shit in a place like Los Angeles where everyone talked big about doing things for the poor, but there was little action.

He turned away from the window and reached for his cup of coffee. He noticed the waitress that had been here all night a few tables away. “I’m sorry about my associates,” he said setting the white porcelain cup down on the saucer. “If they gave you a hard time, I’ll take care of them for you.”

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“That’s how it starts, sir  - the fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness  that turns good men cruel.” 

Art by @iincantatriix

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commissionersdaughter:

          “I know more than you think, big guy.” 

“You think you know, but you don’t.” When people saw the bat cowled stranger flying through the sky, all of them had their assumptions. They thought they knew what he did, but none of them really knew. “You only know some things, but you don’t know the whole story nor will you ever understand it even if I told it to you.” The smallest hint of a smile appeared on his face. “Hang up the cowl, kid, and do something else with your life. This war that you’ve entered with that thing on your head is not a children’s crusade.” 

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elataan:

    he was IMPRESSED that the man knew him as star - lord.  ❛  boy scout? never met a BOY SCOUT before. was gonna be one when I was younger, but then a blue BASTARD in the sky stole me away, so ———— ❜

“Blue bastard in the sky?” Bruce cocked his head in the younger man’s direction. “He wouldn’t have happened to be wearing an S, would he?” Another thing that he would have to talk to Clark about, he thought. Kryptonians stealing  kids and taking them into outer space. 

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permanentend:

“For someone who hides his face you sure are open with your mission,” she muses as she takes in the fact that Life had created such a person. He was impressive - top shape, incredibly intelligent, and ah… well, mentally she couldn’t say. He could be seen sick or sane. Death tilts her head to the side. “I’m glad you’re around though. You help people despite the fact that your fists are like lead to a persons face.”

“If I wasn’t around this city would have gone to hell a long time ago.” The fact of the matter was that Gotham had been circling the proverbial toilet for decades. Thomas Wayne had tried to clean the place up, the Arkhams had tried to do the same, but it took a particular kind of person to drain this swamp of its denizens and it seemed that Batman was the only person who could. “I’m just doing the  right thing because there’s nobody else who will do it. The Gotham City Police Department is one of the most corrupt in the country and the district attorney’s office lets people out all the time on technicalities, so I take the law into my own hands with my lead-like fists.” 

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firefated:

             ❛   we  both  know  that  it’s  not  just  mutants  that  the  world  is   cruel  to.  but  this  is  a  start.  they  needed  to  know  we’re  not  hiding.   ❜

“Yes, I believe that it would do the world a great deal of good if we didn’t hide. However, it is a necessity for some of us. If people knew who I really was, for example, and what I did with my life outside of my business, I would be a dead man. I’m not even kidding.” 

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dcvilment:

Daredevil couldn’t be snuck up on by most, so the Bat’s presence had been known even before he joined him on the roof. So when the other vigilante spoke up, the Devil calmly turned to ‘look’ at him. ❝ Well I am sure you know how this goes. I won’t tell you who I am exactly, ❞ Matt quipped with a half-cocked smile, body turning as he tilted his head to the side a bit. ❝ But I’m Daredevil. I usually — conduct my business in The Big Apple but a man I am after has made his way this far South. I hope you don’t mind the intrusion but I wasn’t going to make another city suffer my mess. ❞

Batman listened as he crossed one arm over the other. He was well versed enough in human psychology to know that the masked stranger was telling the truth. That didn’t necessarily mean that the older man would be able to trust him, but he would give him the benefit of a doubt. 

“I know this city like the back of my own hand,” he replied. He owned half of it, but he’d save that little tidbit for when the cowl was off and he was Bruce Wayne. “This man that you’re looking for is probably someone I know. Does he have a name or an alias or a trademark that he uses when he engages in his criminal activities?”

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// Since tumblr is being #theworst. I’m just going to reply to everything without icons until they get shit their together. 

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aspernamentum:

     “I’m looking for someone. Thought you might be able to help.” 

“Who are looking you for?” 

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// Bruce doesn’t believe that all criminals are complete irredeemable. As a matter of fact, he has faith that they can turn their lives around and become better people. That’s one of the reasons why he continues to do everything in his power to give them better lives and put them on the straight and narrow path in whatever way he can. 

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“Be their hero, Clark, be their monument, or be none of it. You don’t owe this world a thing. You never did.” 

      Independent and Selective Clark Kent / Superman. Pre-New 52 and Comics Based. 

                                                     Written by Sandra. 

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// I know that I haven’t been here in a while. I recently became reacquainted with a hobby that I had long before I started roleplaying and I have been devoting most of my time to it. To be honest, it’s been great being away from tumblr and having something else to focus on that doesn’t require me to sit at the computer.

I will continue to write Bruce whenever the muse strikes, but not I’m sure when that will be. If any of you want to unfollow me for this, then you are more than welcome to. 

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commissionersdaughter:

         “A bit of a funny but TRUE story – uh. I got pulled over on the way here…” 

“And?” 

[loki-sun]

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// Would any of you be interested in a verse where Bruce is a detective, but without the cowl and the Batman persona? 

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@resistinstinct

Bruce had been to other therapists before, but he only saw them once or twice before he quit. His reserve always impeded him from talking to them about the things that mattered the most. The years had changed that. Now without Alfred to guide him and a business to micromanage, he finally felt like he could talk to someone.

He had been coming to Dr. Du Maurier for weeks. He found that he could trust her and that she understood him a lot better than most of the people he knew. That was why he felt that he could finally unpack the thing that had been like millstone around his neck for so many years. The thing that had made him who he was and yet had also unmade him in so many ways.

“My parents were murdered,” he said. “I was there. We were leaving a movie theater. My father decided to take a short. There was a robber in the alley. He asked my mother for her pearl necklace. When my dad stood up for her, he shot him four times in the stomach. Bang. Bang. Bang. Then he took the necklace off of my mother’s neck and shot her straight through the heart. Bang. That’s how I became a man, I guess.”

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cverture:

It wasn’t lost on Beth that she was standing in the presence of of an influential man; all her life it seemed she was surrounded by them, though she was sure that none carried the exact weight that Bruce Wayne did – in terms of both fortune and innovation. “Space travel is an art, sure. I’d like to think of it more as a classical orchestration rather than a painting to hang on the wall; if one instrument is out of time, or out of tune, the entire piece is ruined. It’s the same when you’re in deep space, though obviously more serious if something goes wrong. It’s not a bad review we’re awaiting, it’s death.” Smooth, Johanssen.

Bruce had watched the mission to rescue Mark Watney with the rest of the world. He didn’t know the exact details of the mission, but he understood the risks much better than most. He had been out on The League station a few times. 

“Orchestration is an interesting simile,” he said. “I wouldn’t have used it myself, but I can understand your point. There is an art to everything, however. Even running a business can be a terribly complicated thing when there are so many different parts that can create their own problems. This place is a never ending headache for me sometimes, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I like seeing how everything works. When I was a kid, I took my father’s watches apart to look at the mechanisms.”