Too many fandoms, too little time.

[v00do-d0ll]

Bruce is under a truth spell. He hates these.. He hates them so much because every single time, everybody takes advantage of the fact that he can’t lie. He tries to hold out and fight it, but it hurts.

And they know that he will eventually cave.

“Spooky, I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while and I knew you were never gonna answer; but now that I’ve got the opportunity.. Why do you never smile? Every single time I see you you’re frowning, like is there nothing good going on in your life that could make you smile at least a little bit?”

Hal asked jokingly.. like Bruce’s answer wouldn’t implode everything in his life. Like answering, wouldn’t make every single person in this room look at him with pity or guilt.

He tries to fight it. He does, but he doesn’t stand a chance against magic.

“I have no reason to.” He hopes that’ll be enough, but it never is.

“What does that even mean Spooky?” Hal laughs as if Bruce’s pain is funny.

“I don’t have a reason to, because there’s nothing in my life worth smiling about..

My kids hate me and I don’t understand why. I walk in a room and everything goes quiet just because I simply existed in the same space. I come here to escape, and the same thing happens. I walk in the room and everything goes dead quiet. You all just tolerate me because you can’t get rid of me. I’m the one that pays for the tower so you just deal with me because you need me; but you don’t want me.

I walk on eggshells in every aspect of my life because being who I really am angers people. So I sit in silence and hope that people will be themselves around me if I just don’t speak. People hate me for being to quiet, but the same people don’t like when I speak to much.

I have given myself to multiple people, who just don’t care how they treat me because I don’t want to complain and give them another reason to walk away. Whether it be my family or my quote unquote friends.

So I stopped trying. I became the enigma that no one knows anything about instead of the bud of everybody’s joke..

I’m depressed to the point I’ve attempted to kill myself multiple times through out my life. I have vivid hallucinations of Alfred every single day, and won’t do anything about it because that’s the only time I see someone who cares about me.

I know no peace in my own mind. I have an eidetic memory. Every night I go to sleep, my dreams replay every painstaking detail of my parents murder or my son‘s gruesome death. And even though I have that son back, he can’t stand the sight of me.

Every person I’ve ever loved or cared for has either died, turned evil or walked away from me because I’m too much or not enough.

So no, Jordan. I don’t have a reason to smile…”

The room is silent. You could hear a pin drop. Bruce is beyond embarrassed. The spell just wouldn’t let him stop. And now everyone is looking at him like he needs their sympathy.

Like them learning this information will change anything. Change the way he’s only needed as Batman. Not a father, or a friend. Only a tactician and the money he puts into things.

He knew that’s all he was good for. Otherwise everyone in his life wouldn’t say the same thing.

He’s too much, he’s not enough, he’s to secretive, everything he does is wrong wrong wrongwrongwrongwrong-

He decides to just go home. He’ll tell Zatanna to meet him at the manor. He can’t stay here any longer. Nobody has said anything since he stopped talking. There’s nothing they could say. All he said was the truth, the truth they thought they wanted.

As he walks away Diana calls out to him but he ignores her. Because what could she even say. We’re sorry?? What’s there to apologize for. He’s the problem anyway. Always the problem, never the solution.

And he’s tired, so tired. He just wants to see Alfred again; see his parents again. Missing the embrace of his mother’s arms, His father ruffling his hair, the way Alfred looked at him like he was worth something.

Instead of the hindrance that people have to tolerate.

He just wants to be wanted.

[skeleton-brainz]

Post-Jason death fics don't utilize how traumatized Bruce is.

For context, my brother died suddenly at 17. Not from any drugs or accidents. Just sudden cardiac failure. And i had to watch my parents deteriorate afterwards.

A month or two after his death there was a tornado warning. And while i carried all the children downstairs, my mother stood there for a while because she wouldn't mind seeing my brother again.

And i dont expect other people to experience that. I just think its a bit of an untapped arc.

Yes people use him being violent, and sad. But no one dives deep into how utterly heartbroken he is. He has a baby, one that he needs to constantly remind himself is dead.

One he wants to turn to on patrol and make a joke (Jay would giggle, because batman doesnt joke.)

He walks by the room and sobs because he expects a sleeping Jason in there, face in a tiny worn down chick novel.

He recounts each day what he could have dine differently. How maybe if he skipped a coffee, if he used a different car. If he did something.

He stresses over stupid shit, he takes more shortcuts, anything to get places faster. Anything to prepare for if something like this happens.

Happy moments until theres a noise that sets off his grief.

Him clawing at the dirt because he just needs to hold him. He cant live without his baby

Him staring at walls, not entertained by anything anymore. He stops eating, drinking for days on end. Empty, wishing he would die to see him one more time.

[ramen8008]

Funny how Tony said to Peter "If you're nothing without the suit then you shouldn't have it"

And now it's true. Peter is nothing without the suit. Peter Parker does not exist.

Whoever Peter was, his friends, his families, his hobbies, himself, is gone.

But that's the thing. Tony wasn't wrong. What made Spiderman the friendly neighborhood hero was Peter Parker.

Was Peter's need to help the little guy because he himself both had been and still was the little guy.

He's not now. He's just spiderman now. Just a hero. Spiderman without Peter Parker is no different than any other hero trying to make it big.

So now that Peter Parker is gone, now whoever he was, the people he cared about, the city he loved, the life he dreamed of, is all gone.

Who is he without the mask?

[ayaarts]

he's just a little boy :(

(muslim revert damian wayne my beloved)

(edit: this has confused many people but when I say revert here I mean muslim convert. Muslims call anyone who joins the religion a revert)

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the full first part of the ayah/verse is : [... whoever takes a life—unless as a punishment for murder or mischief in the land—it will be as if they killed all of humanity; and whoever saves a life, it will be as if they saved all of humanity...]- Surah Al-Ma’idah, 5:32

[ramen8008]

And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly.

He got kindness, and I got longing.

He got complacence, and I got ambition.

I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

[ramen8008]

Mothers day is...different for the bats.

Difficult for most. Confusing for some. Painful for others.

Dick grieves his mother. Wishes he could have one last moment. One more hug. He will find something to listen to in Romani, find a book in his mother tongue. Maybe call the circus. He spends the day on the trapeze. Performing, swinging, flying.

Jason is unsure of who to think of. Of what a mother is even supposed to be. Remembering Catherine feels closer. Sheila, he doesn't want to remember but he has too many questions to be able to forget.

Tim is unsure. He misses his mother. No matter what anyone says she was his mom. She wasn't there, and now she isn't here. It's not too different he tells himself. Yet it feels nothing like before.

Damian has his mother. He loves Talia. And he knows she loves him. However "Mother's day" hardly seems like the type of thing she would encourage. Or maybe she would. He doesn't know. He makes a card. Draws her how he sees her. Strong, competent....distant. He never gives the card to her.

Cass... isn't sure what to do. She can't as well ignore the day because she has never been able to fully ignore her mother. The voice at the back of her head. The training instilled in her. She trains. All day until exhaustion. It's so maybe she won't think about it. But maybe it's also because training till she dropped probably would have made her mother proud.

Steph ignores it. Acts like the day doesn't exist. And if her mother gets a gift at her doorstep then Steph knows nothing about it. She spends the day patrolling instead, though apparently mother's day doesn't have much crime. Ironic.

Duke grabs flowers. He goes to the hospital, and replaces the old flowers with the new ones. He talks to his mom. Talks about the bats, reassured her that he has a family and to not worry. He simply talks. Giving her a kiss on the forehead and a small "Happy mother's day". He stays there all night.

Bruce Wayne notices his kids. He himself doesn't know what to do. He's hardly a father, how is he supposed to know what to do when his kids miss their mother. He misses his own mother. He goes to the grave but he doesn't stay too long. Not today. Once he would spend the day at his mother's grave and the night patrolling, fighting criminals, not holding back his punches. Not anymore.

His focus is elsewhere, his priorities have changed. His children. He's not what they long for right now but he's all he can give them. And he will.

He'll let Dick convince him onto the line. He'll listen as Dick talks. Fill in the gaps himself when Dick seems too lost in his head. He'll catch him when he jumps off the trapeze and if he sees the 9 year old kid he won't say anything. He'll get on the trapeze. Let Dick teach him how to fly. And while Bruce realizes he's too old to learn certain new tricks the smile Dick gives is worth it. Because if landing on his butt and a comment about being too old is what it takes to make Dick grin like that then he'll get on the line over and over again.

He'll find Jason deep in thought, staring at the ceiling in the library, book open but unread and he'll sit down. Jason ignores him for a while, doesn't say anything. But doesn't ask him to leave either. Bruce takes the book, glancing at the cover and decides to speak. He talks about the book, he knows this one. He read it after kid Jason mentioned how Catherine read it to him once. Jason doesn't respond, his eyes stay close but Bruce's voice helps. And if that's all he can do, if his voice can soothe Jason even just a little, that's all that matters.

He'll catch Tim working, and without a word he puts the files aside, wheeling the chair and Tim with it away. Tim already starts to talk, trying to say he's fine but Bruce pulls him close before he can say anything. He takes him out. It's different. It's fresh. He listens because Tim desperately needs someone to listen so he can tell them that his mother wasn't a bad person. The one time Tim tells someone to not look at the facts and figures. To just believe what he feels. And Bruce listens. And Tim feels his shoulders get lighter. Because if understanding Tim is the best Tim needs from Bruce, is what truly helps, than he'll listen.

He'll take in the painting Damian seems so focused on. He'll sit down next to him. He'll compliment the painting and then let Damian speak, let him explain his work. As the silence fills the rooms once Damian finishes he'll open his arms to let the kid in. He'll let him talk about his mother and he'll respond in same. He'll stay quiet when Damian does and talk when the kid decides to speak. And if the only thing Damian can do is find comfort in Bruce's arms then that is more than enough.

He'll spar with Cass. It's the only way he'll get to her, he knows. He'll collapse breathlessly on the training room floor, pat the ground beside him for his daughter to take up. He'll lie there with her, and he won't bring it up. Not the training or the day. He would let his body tell her what he wants her to know. He'll let her see it instead of hear it. In a language she can't help but understand. No, he won't bring it up, instead he'll talk nonsense. Let his words sooth her and let his body remind her that he's here. Always here. Because if that's all he can do then he will.

He'll let Steph drag him out, though it's hardly dragging when he volunteers. Tells her that he wants to have fun like the youngsters and let's her take him out. He'll let her do whatever it takes to keep her mind off today. If that means karaoke, manicures, and sky diving then sure. And Steph won't mention it. Act like it's not weird. Because while she might believe herself to have no parents Bruce wants to remind her that he's here as whatever she'll take him as. So if all he can do is get his nails painted and sing like there's no tomorrow at karaoke to make Steph feel a little less lonely than there is nothing else he'd rather do.

He'll bring Duke lunch, his favorite and whatever junk Bruce knows he'll appreciate. He'll sit next to him, kiss his head, a reminder that he has a family. He'll talk to Duke, and he'll listen when Duke talks. He'll listen if it's about school and sports and he'll listen if it's about his parents. He'll bring him blankets and be there to pick him up when he's ready to get to the manor. Because if all he can do is remind him that there's always a place for him, then he'll do it happily.

Bruce will be there. He can't be who they need and he doesn't believe he ever will be but if all he can do is help in the slightest way, make them smile, soothe their mind, understand them, remind them of their family then that's all that matters and that's what he'll do.

[ramen8008]

Batbros patrol

Jason: you know what I realized recently?

Tim: That Alfred hides cauliflower in food so you'd eat it? About time

Jason: what!? No! He does not do that does he?

Damian: I am not a part of this conversation

Jason: Dick???

Dick: No civilian names in suit, hood

Jason: you're deflecting

Dick: ....maybe. but regardless what were you saying to realize if not that

Jason: right. As I was saying. I was thinking and realized that out of the four of us Wing and I are the only ones who were adopted into money when taken by B

Dick: Oh yeah I never thought about it in that sense

Jason: right! Like these two were already rich as hell!

Tim: my parents were millionaires. Bruce is a billionaire so techni-

Jason: Don't even try. The fact that you can even tell the difference between a lot of money and a looooot of money is not working in your favor

Damian: how does this matter?

Jason: of course it doesn't really matter to you. You are royalty. You're so rich that you got demoted to billionaire status. You understand how crazy that is

Dick: he's not wrong

Jason: Dickie bird here and I were poor little shits taken in by Bruce-

Dick: okay hey I wasn't poor

Jason: yeah sure but were you even close to rich?

Dick: I was rich in love and family

Jason: [snorts] oh fuck you

Dick: yeah! B was a real downgrade compared to that! [Holding back laughter] You probably saw Bruce and took that as a best and most stable family you'd get

Jason: [laughs] oh you know what? Fuck I hate that you're right. Fuck you damn so I was poor in everything

Dick: yup. Poor sad kid taken in by batman-

Jason: oh no I'm not letting you out like that. Just cause you had a loving family doesn't give you a freebee

Dick: Damn it so I'm still in the poor kid club?

Jason: [rolls eyes] yup. You and me both

Damian: I still don't see how it's relevant

Dick: No it is because it does explain a lot of stuff

Jason: Right?! Like we got some shit these two never would

Dick; Fuck you're so right. Like I didn't realize how classist Gotham was

Jason: Yeah! They hated me man. The looks I'd get for being from crime alley

Dick: It makes sense, I always thought they were all just racist

Jason: oh yeah they definitely were. Old Gotham elites were things I don't want to say out loud with a child present

Damian: I'm not a child

Dick: It's all coming back to me. The weird shit they'd say? They fucking hated us for being poor

Jason: [nodding aggressively] YES YES YES FINALLY SOMEONE GETS IT

Dick: [snorts] what the fuck man. Now I need to recategorize all the shit I got from just racist assholes to maybe also classist assholes

Jason: i think the Venn diagram of those two is just a circle. Don't bother

Tim: was it really that bad?

Dick: man people would make sexual comments about me being exotic as a "compliment" and to say that they could understand Bruce's investment

Tim: [scrunching up nose] ew. That's so fucked up

Damian: who are these people

Dick: no Damian. We're not killing them

Jason: I say we kill them

Dick: Jason no

Dick: besides Bruce took care of them long ago

Jason: ....fine

Dick: what about you? I mean they really hated crime alley people

Jason: [nodding] oh yeah. I was told a bunch of shit but this one lady would always try to convince me that it was my family and friends that killed Bruce's parents and how he was just waiting for the right time to get revenge on me

Tim: ....oh god

Damian: I must find these people

Dick: ...

Dick: WAIT IS IT THAT FAKE ASS OLD BLOND BITCH WITH THE OUTRAGEOUS PEARL NECKLACE???

Jason: [eyes widen] YES! You know her?

Dick: YEAH! SHE SAID SO MUCH SHIT MAN

Jason: [snorts] right?? Like I don't think she was right in the head cause some stuff I still wonder how she could ever say to a child

Dick: yeah yeah [laughing] like I was a kid. Like a little scrawny brown boy and you're telling me I'm about to be sold??

Jason: [wheezing] she told- oh go she told me about that- she said- fuck- [clears throat] she said [mocking high pitch voice] at least your brother had that exotic reselling value. You don't even have that

Tim: ....that's horrible

Dick: [laughing] oh god of course she did. Bro she was such a bitch- she she'd call me fucking slurs and then act all innocent and confused when Bruce stepped in

Damian: I do not understand why this is funny

Jason: [trying to breath through laughter] Bro Bruce made it all so much better. He'd step in and they'd all expect nice ole Brucie Wayne and then-

Dick: oh he'd go batman mode! It was hilarious

Jason: YEAH! That glare he had? One look and the idiot would be running away

Dick: yea- oh oh! I remember! [Laughing clenching his stomach] wait wait this one time- fuck [wheezing] he punched this dude right? Fuck you'll never believe what this man was saying

Dick: [calming down a little] so wait okay so this rich dude like comes up to me right? Bruce is around being Brucie Wayne you know? Probably dancing on a stripper pole and already taking off his clothes

Jason: [wheezing]

Damian: [confused] wha-

Dick: anyways this guy comes up to me right? He's young too. With a bad fucking hairstyle trying to hide his premature balding and comes up to little ole innocent me

Jason: [snickering] right of course. Oh so innocent little menace robin

Dick: shush. So he comes up to me who's just drinking my caprisun right? Looks me dead in the eye and without a hello or hey asks "is it gypsy with a g sound or gypsy with a j sound" and and he's completely dead serious

Tim: ...you're kidding

Dick: no no and like he had this expression that said he knew exactly what he was doing. Like he meant it as a slur. Like like- fuck it was like he researched slurs and then came to test them out and see

Jason: [wheezing] fuck- wait then what- what happened

Dick: [snorts] okay here I might have a little intense okay? But I'm still proud of little me

Jason: oh god what did you do

Dick: okay but remember what had just been said to me. I'm like 10 here and possess all the aggression a little fucker my size can possess so [holding back laughter] so like he says that shit right? And i- [wheezes]

Dick: okay okay little me looks at him, like direct eye contact and goes "I don't know is it motherfucker with a m or bitchass with a b?"

Jason: [burst out laughing] oh oh god no- no you didn't

Dick: [laughing] I did!

Jason: [hitting dick's chest] man you're like- little you is my role model fuck I love that

Tim: wait then what happened

Jason: [losing it laughing]

Dick: [clears throat] so then- Jason shut up I'm [laughs] I'm trying to finish the story

Jason: [between breaths] okay okay- wait right I'm fine

Dick: right so after that he gets mad. And is about to say or do something but my robin training kicks and I [holds back laughter] I kick him in the nuts and absolutely dip to Bruce to hide behind him

Jason: [snorts] oh god. Elite robin training

Dick: Right! Make the bad guy angry, remember you're a kid, go hide behind batman. Robin training 101

Jason: [nodding through laughs] yes yes

Dick: anyways after I'm behind Bruce who looks at me and turns from Brucie Wayne mode to batman mode thinking it's a rogue or something

Jason: little does he knows it's a racist motherfucker

Dick: [snorts] right so he asks me what's wrong and I'm half way through my explaination when the guy comes storming up to Bruce to complain that I hit him

Damian: that's stupid. The man should have run when he still has the chance

Dick: [snickers] yeah but I'm glad he didn't because half way through his half assed explaination I'm on Bruce-

Tim: wait what do you mean on Bruce

Dick: I used to climb him. I climbed Clark a lot too. I climb things. It's what I do. Anyways that's not important so halfway though this idiot's explaination I whispers in Bruce's ear "he called me a slur"

Tim: that seems like a light way to put it

Jason: [snickering, shaking his head] no no old Bruce had very little control over his emotions and he had just acquired a little kid who he got unexpectedly attached to

Dick: yeah! He would absolutely beat the shit out of any rogue that got me seriously hurt

Tim: okay so that means telling him that you got called a slur...

Dick: Bruce immediately without hesitation sucker punched this guy in the face

Jason: [laughing] that's perfect

Dick: and it's not just any punch either. It's a full on batman level punch. Bruce had to get his hand bandaged afterwards

Damian: and the disgrace?

Dick: [laughing] hospitalized. Half his teeth gone. Too terrified to even sue

Jason: [on the floor laughing] yes justice! Fuck this is what batman fights for

Comms ping Batman in

Bruce: Everyone, you've all been quiet. Nightwing report

Dick: [still wheezing, dying laughing] i- I'm fine

Bruce: wha- Red robin? What's the status

Tim: everything is fine. Wing and Hood just had a trauma dumping session and are now dying laughing

Bruce: ... I see

Dick: wait wait Bruce- [ taking deep breaths to calm down] do you- do you remember when you punch that guy at a gala for being racist to me?

Bruce: which one?

Dick: you know the one who called me a slur?

Bruce: be more specific

Jason: [cackling in the background] oh god

Tim: how often did this happen???

Dick: okay whatever forget him. What about the fake blonde who always said weird shit to me and jason

Bruce: [grimaces] right. Her.

Dick: [snorts] so much disdain in your voice

Jason: man you really hate her huh?

Bruce: I made sure to have her ruined publicly and banned from everything after the comments she made to Dick but-

Dick: she showed up again. Jason told me. How?

Bruce: [groans] really bad plastic surgery

Jason: ...you're kidding

Bruce: no. She wasn't supposed to be there any time she was with Jason. She only got in cause she got so much work done that nobody recognized her and dated anyone who was invited

Jason and Dick: .....

Jason and Dick: [immediately start laughing again, falling to the floor, wheezing]

Tim: they're at it again

Damian: this is amusing

Tim: not you too

Dick: [wheezing] sh-she came back just to- oh god she was so determined to be a bitch it's crazy [hitting Jason through laughs]

Jason: [hitting dick back] she- she really was crazy. She spent so long to get back in and and to what? Bully a little kid??? [Laughing]

Dick: It's so- this is fucking hilarious

Bruce: if nothing is wrong then I'll be disconnecting the comms now

Dick: no no! Wait i- [choked laughter] I need to know how it went down with her the second time

Jason: yeah! [snickers] please I need that image. Describe it to be, Bruce. The scene, the words, her face, your face

Bruce: ...I'm disconnecting. Goodbye

Dick and Jason: NOOOOOOOOO!

Tim: I hate joined patrol

Damian: it does always lead to some kind of mess

Tim: that's an understatement

[saesaethemoment]

Thinking of Superbat being Clark who has memorised Bruce's heartbeat and then panics because he can't hear it anymore(it was only a split second). So he rushes to wherever Bruce is immediately. Only to then find out he sneezed.

[robs-your-robins]

Kon: So, I'm taking Tim out for- Wally: Wait. Out as in dating? Romantically? Kon, annoyed: Yeah, so? Roy: And you, uh, cleared it with the big bat? Kon: Bruce? I mean, he knows, I guess. I didn't ask him for permission. Wally: He's cooked, Roy. Kon: He's chill. Roy: Yup. Cooked. Kon: I know he's the Batman and all that but he's not like that. We always get on. Wally: Yeah, so did we. Then I woke up one night and he was sitting on my bed. He wanted to talk about the open door policy he had the Manor. Roy: He ran me off the road just to "talk". Next thing I know, he's lecturing me about respect and how I should keep my hands to myself. Wally: To be fair, you could tone down the PDA. Roy: I literally patted Jay's leg before I got up to get him a beer. Bruce blew out my back tires and left me stranded on the freeway at 4am Kon: Well, that's you two. Bruce has always been on my side. We- *muffled footsteps on the roof* Kon: What the- Wally: That's either Santa Claus or Bruce "Touch my boy and I'll gut you" Wayne. And it's fucking July. See you around, buddy. Roy: Imma head out.

[robs-your-robins]

Thinking more about the rumour if how Bruce Wayne acquired his two eldest boys because they both are carbon copies of him and everybody at first thinks that Bruce fathered them with the same woman on the side but for some reason didn't marry her or couldn't for some reason but then...

Then Superman flies into Gotham to rescue Bruce and the kids. And everybody is like, "wait a damn minute" because while Dick and Jason are copies of Bruce, they do sort of look like... And Superman is very intimate with them, hugging Dick and crouching down to talk to twelve year old Jason who looks a little wary and then there's Bruce. There's Bruce, who is smiling, not that ghastly social smile or that flirty smile but something real, and he looks so comfortable around Supes and... Did Superman just brush something off Bruce's Wayne face? Immediately rumours start spreading and Gotham has a new reason to loathe Big Blue from Metropolis:

Superman: Don't be afraid, just take my hand and we will get you somewhere safe.

Gothamite, clinging to a lamppost: How about fuck no?

Superman: um, excuse me, sir?

Gothamite: You think I'm letting you fly me out of here? Taking me off to god knows where? So you can what?

Superman: Save you?

Gothamite: Oh, like you "saved" Bruce Wayne? Got him pregnant with two babies you don't pay child support for or even visit? They're beautiful boys but I'm not having no alien baby let alone with some deadbeat baby daddy.

Superman:

Batman, deadpan: I'm mean he's right, Superman. You did me wrong like you did Bruce Wayne. Two babies and no daddy.

Gothamite, angrier now: YOU KNOCKED UP THE BAT TOO?

Batman: He won't even visit us any more. Nightwing and Robin miss him so much.

Superman:

Nightwing, holding Jason Todd, both looking like puppies in the rain: Daddy?

[robs-your-robins]

I want Bruce to sometimes forget he's Batman on missions and go full on Dad. Just imagine being a Gothamite and seeing grown ass Nightwing or bulked as a fucking tank Red Hood or katana wielding Robin getting yelled at by Batman for doing something reckless, the Bat laying into them with the usual dad script of 'I am so disappointed in you' or 'this is inexcusable behaviour' or 'I didn't raise you like this' or 'we are going to have a conversation about this when we get home' and if you think that a rogue is going to interrupt the rant, you are so fucking wrong. A clip goes viral in Gotham of Batman yelling at Red Robin for triggering an explosive batarang just a little too close to some civilians, nobody gets hurt but it is a close call. Two Face appears on scene, about to pull some shit when Batman is mid-rant. The Bat doesn't even look at him just sticking up a warning finger saying, 'Don't you fucking start, Dent' And Two Face just slinks off, looking guilty as fuck.

[robs-your-robins]

I've talked about the Robins and their relationship with Penguin, Poison Ivy and The Riddler. But I was also thinking about the relationship they have with Two Face and that really struck me because he is my favourite and the possibilities are just *chef kiss*.

Dick: My parents were murdered. Now, I live with Batman. I guess Batman is my dad now? I don’t know. I like living with him.

Two Face: So you’re adopted?

Dick: No. It’s called being a “ward” but I don’t know what that means.

Two Face, confused now: What did the lawyer say? At the hearing?

Dick: Oh, that Batman probably used a lot of money to make sure he got me. That he probably bribed the judge and everybody else involved. I don’t know, I wasn’t really listening, I was colouring.

Two Face: That’s… illegal, actually.

Dick: Colouring?

Two Face: No, sweetie. Now, do you remember what that lawyer and judge were called? I have to pay them a professional visit.

Jason: Fuck you, you killed my dad.

Two Face: What? Fuck, no I didn’t. He’s literally tied up over there. Wait? The Bat isn’t your real father?

Jason: Fuck you

Two Face: Did he at least adopt you? Properly? Because the last one-

Jason: Fuck you

Two Face: Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, young man?

Jason: *attacks*

Two Face: So, let me get this straight. You’re working officially for Bats about six hours every day, not including work you do outside of designated hours while going to school?

Tim: About right?

Two Face: And you don’t get paid? What about time off?

Tim: *shrugs*

Two Face: *dialing Jim Gordon because this is the most flagrant abuse of child labour law he has ever seen in his career*

Steph: No, I’m not adopted. Or fostered. My parents don’t know I’m here.

Two Face: *dialing Jim Gordon*

Two Face: What the fuck are you?

Damian: The blood son of the Bat. All the while you are just a picture frame in my father’s desk drawer.

Two Face:

Two Face: Does… Batman still talk about me? Like he used to?

Damian: He has been known to gaze longingly at your photograph sometimes. It is quite moving. And disturbing, he should not be lusting over a criminal.

Two Face: Would you be willing to inform the Joker of this?

Damian: You will use it to disarm him through the threat of you as a romantic “Lenore” figure in my father’s mind whom he still holds a candle for? In an effort to dismantle his sanity further?

Two Face: Yes.

Damian: I can do that.

[occasionalauthoring]

This post reminded me of one of my own fic ideas:

Bruce gets cursed. Everyone Bruce loves is cursed to hate him. The more he loves them, the more they hate him.

Overnight, Bruce's entire world turns on him. Weeks of screaming arguments, physical altercations, kicked off rooftops, out of the Watchtower, his partnership with Gordon revoked.

Brucie Wayne is attacked in public. Two-Face attacks a gala, borderline tortures Bruce until the GCPD show up and Bruce is essentially ignored by paramedics, officers, and the public. Rehabilitated Rogues like Selina, Harley and Ivy break their parole by beating him up too and he drags them back to Arkham.

Talia shows up to demand Damian back, he's a terrible father and never should've been trusted with him. He gripes that he's already left with his siblings and made it clear he's not coming back, she leaves him to peel himself off the bloody Cave floor.

Alfred abandons the manor, Leslie refuses to treat his injuries when he drags himself to her clinic, bringing down the shutters in his face.

Bruce sees it as people finally having enough of him, they got to know him too well, and left like everyone always does. He blames himself for it and sees it as karma. As time goes on, he becomes more and more careless, feeling that if he dies as Batman, he can give everyone what they want, what they've all told him to do. Die.

Constantine gets back from a rendezvous in Hell, just in time for summons to a JL-wide mandatory meeting. He goes up, only to discover the meeting it a vote on revoking Batman's membership. He's surprised, moreso when his kids, his closest friends start spitting vitriol about him. Quietly, he checks them for a spell, but there's only traces of magic on them, so he concludes the spell must be on Bruce. He decides to wait until the meeting is over to go, but then someone suggests hurting Batman for one last hurrah, and seeing the way it gains traction throughout the room, quickly gets out.

Bruce is brash upon his arrival, clearly expecting a similar treatment, but dark magic is swirling around him, so John just removes the spell and dips, he doesn't want to deal with Bruce being catty. Mistakenly, he also assumes Bruce knows about the spell.

Only a few minutes after John leaves, the batsignal is lit, and Bruce heads out. The batmobile's engines are a mess of vines because his injuries mean he can't get down on the floor and cut them out, so he takes a bike, and goes to meet Gordon, confused.

Harley and Ivy are just reaching the rooftop when he gets there, and he sets right about cuffing them. Gordon is apologising, not making any sense, the couple are talking over him trying to apologise to him. Bruce sits Gordon down cause he looks so unstable, and takes Harley and Ivy down into the bullpen and leaves them there for someone else to deal with, telling someone to go and check on Gordon before leaving, too pained to deal with whatever is going on.

Back on Watchtower, everyone is left reeling as the spell dissolves, and are confused. They discuss and come to the conclusion that there was a spell. Zatanna tells them about it and they're all horrified, more so when she adds that the only way for it to be removed other than by a magic user is for the subject of the spell to die. Several members throw up and all are horrified. They head for cave and search desperately for Bruce. He's not in the cave, the batmobile is there, so they go up to the manor—also empty—and start to think the worst.

Selina shows up distraught, goes over to the kids and lets Jason lean on her when it's explained why they acted like that. Talia arrives and looks after Damian, while everyone just sits, despondent. Grieving Bruce, when Clark can't find Bruce's heartbeat, trying over and over in denial.

Bruce walks in and is pinned to a wall by a red-eyed Clark, and Diana levels her sword at his neck. "Here to kill me this time?" He drawls, and Clark growls he's not Bruce, who is he. He counters that by showing off his injuries Clark dealt him, until he moves away nauseous. Selina rushes Bruce and kisses him, he indulges, but pulls away first. "Make up your mind, Cat" lifting his shirt, showcasing the claw marks gouging through his side.

The phone rings, and Bruce ignores them all, answering it. Harvey's on the line, begging Bruce forgives him. He's promised not to escape for a year in order to get the phone call, apologising until Bruce tells him it's fine, "clearly something's going around." "Who else?" Harvey whispers, and Bruce closes his eyes, pained. "Everyone." And hangs up on him.

Hal asks why Clark couldn't identify his heartbeat, Brucs gestures to all his injuries. Alfred appears and shakily asks if he's been receiving proper medical treatment, Bruce rolls his eyes and pours a drink.

"Where was I going to get it?" There's a guilty silence, and Bruce downs his alcohol in one go. "Why are you here?"

Dick, shaking, takes a small step forward. "We thought you were dead."

"Sorry to disappoint."

Zatanna explains the spell and asks how he removed it. Bruce shrugs he didn't know there was one, but mentions Constantine coming by. Zatanna calls him on speaker and "Oh yeah you guys were acting batcrap crazy—pun unintended—and there were traces of magic on you all, but he was the source (and a dick) so I removed the spell and left."

Jason breaks the silence to ask why he didn't suspect magic and Bruce simply "None of you said anything you haven't said before" and when Damian asks if they can be forgiven he just smiles, apathy melting away as it's revealed it was magic. "What for?" Damian tackles him in a hug, sobbing. Members less close to Bruce leave and it's only close friends+Bats left.

Bruce cradles Damian, soothing him and the kindness only makes him cry more. He accidentally puts pressure on a wound trying to get closer and Bruce's hiss has him across the room back to Talia in an instant, crying harder.

They work together and all help with medical care and Bruce soothes away guilt over the wounds they each caused. They move to his room and Alfred changes bloodsoaked bedsheets and he's out quickly, head on J'onn's lap.

Sat around Bruce, they all go over their guilt (Bats/Clark/Diana/J'onn/Selina/Talia) and swear to reverse Bruce's beliefs about himself and do better by him.

Had to dig in my notes app for this one wowza.

Everyone is distraught to see how little Bruce sees his own self worth, Bruce is simply glad to have them back again. The Gotham public figures out something went down so the JL have to put out a statement that they removed a curse on Bruce Wayne.

Something that takes a few days to sink in is that the curse affects people that Bruce loves/cares for. JL members who never would have considered it are flattered and horrified at their actions.

Everyone gets visceral reminders for months onwards when Bruce winces, or an injury they gave him acts up. That they permanently damaged him in reciprocation of his love.

[leekeebum04]

i feel SICK

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

i need all the help i can get for finals

[finnglas]

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

[avhira]

I could use some luck

[saesaethemoment]

I, too, am in great need of luck. I want to upload some stuff to AO3 but don’t want the AO3 curse to affect me. I have enough bad luck without that.

[saesaethemoment]

It finally happened. After 3 car accidents, my former friend outing me as bi (specifically to classmates who bullied another girl who was bi so much that she transferred) and almost drowning twice... I got the teachers who don't have favouritism.

Now, I know this may not seem like much. But me and my friends had to memorise the textbook so that the teacher would give marks. And then they still didn't even though it was literally straight out of the textbook. As in, we pulled the textbook out and compared our answersheet to the textbook to the teacher AND THEY GAVE 1 MARK (original mark was 0) EVEN THOUGH THAT'S LITERALLY THE WORDS FROM THE TEXTBOOK?!

That's one of the more mild things teachers at my school do.

[rejected-transboy]

Been thinking about this line a lot

[oboy049]

Batman showing up on GCPD wearing tons of vigilantes merch

Gordon: May I ask?

Batman: they are like dogs, this is their equivalent of peeing on me

Gordon: sometimes I rather you don’t answer my questions

-🦝👑

[bruce-wayne-enjoyer]

One sock is Superman-themed, one sock is Wonder Woman-themed. The strap on his watch is Green Lantern-themed. He has a replica ring of the Flash. His phonecase is just transparent with Black Canary's signature on it. And there's a comically long keychain link on the remote of the Batmobile spilling out of one of the belt compartments, each of them the symbol of his kids' vigilante personas.