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[br-uwu-cewayne]

ID in Alt

I couldn’t stop thinking about all those “Justice League plays F/M/K with the local billionaire population and Batman must sit there and suffer awkwardly” posts so I decided to flip it round a bit

It’s a miracle I made it through this I was laughing so fucking hard the whole time

[queer-benoit-blanc]

Batman 155

So we're gonna confirm Jim knows Batman is Bruce in the most angst way possible?!

I'll be honest, I'm not huge on this current storyline, but Jim and Bruce are the best part of it.

[party-gilmore]

It was just supposed to be practice/position blocking, but I accidentally the whole (super) rough draft of the underlayer of the next big Bruce/Jim piece...

Putting under the cut because though technically it currently cooperates with the TOS it is doing so... barely, due only to an emoji, and very much on thin ice.

There will be very clever text box placement in the final piece of course, but c'mon. I need to add a LITTLE fun for myself during the more boring stages XD

[br-uwu-cewayne]

Year 2 Brucie Wayne, Bored At A Gala: lol what if i gave that unhappily married, middle-aged lieutenant who’s been tentatively partnering up with batman but is still annoyingly obstructive about playing it “by the book” a sexuality and fidelity crisis, just for funsies? just to see if i CAN?

Year 10 Batman, Almost A Decade Into One Of The Most Intense, Devoted, And Wholly Trusted “Work” Partnerships Of His Life, Suddenly Realizing That He No Longer Feels Any Difference Between How His Socialite Alter-Ego Brucie Has Been Seductively Leaning Against Banquet Tables And Balcony Railings To Flirt With The “Commissioner” At Every Available Opportunity Over The Past Eight Years, Versus The Way That He, Batman, Is Currently Right Now In This Moment Leaning Against This Desk To Discuss Case Details With “Jim”: oh no 😬 Jim Gordon, Watching His Idiot Partner Make Sudden Eye Contact, Take A Breath, And Immediately Go On A Face Jawline Journey: fucking dumbass 🥰

[br-uwu-cewayne]

thinking about a young, stereotypically pretty-boy (for masculinity in the 70’s) Gordon starting on the force

and the idea that some of his key personal traits and habits and appearance - the big glasses, thick mustache, perpetual 5 o’clock shadow, close shorn hair, disheveled style, big coat, open “disdain” for the more “ridiculously elaborate” svelte dress and personal care habits of his affluent peers like the Waynes and other key Gotham political and financial figures - all stemmed from trying to hide that

just… one too many uncomfortable looks from his superior officers… one too many snide comments from his other brothers compatriots allies coworkers competitors rivals enemies on the force around him…

and that strategizing brain tick-tick-ticks ahead calculation the risks and the dangers and the suitable solutions and the next pair of glasses he buys are chunky enough to hide his bright eyes still soft and not crinkling around the edges or baggy beneath yet, and a scraggly mustache slowly starts to overtake his pretty, pouting upper lip, and the classic seventies ginger waves curling just below his ears get buzzed in tight to match the butch, military look of the rest of his department and he slams that closet door tighter and tighter shut

and STILL he feels like a sore thumb of a target for the first few years, sticking out swollen and unnatural and all the more obviously an interloper. like trying and failing to emulate masculinity makes it even plainer that he wasn’t built for it.

until one day he puts his glasses on and notices his mustache has really properly come in nice and full and he’s become accustomed to how his short hair has settled around his brow and he’s even packed on a few strong pounds around his shoulders and midsection, soft but sturdy

and it’s not the same kind of comfort he used to feel when he looked at himself and would fantasize having the freedom of the long-haired hippie boys in their lanky bodies and lively flowers and flowing clothes and wandering hands and open thighs

but seeing a new prescience, that of the powerful men in those Other magazines, with their thick facial and body hair and dirty greasy jeans and white tank tops pulled tight around large chests and bellies and powerful hips and big wide palms and eyes honed sharp and piercing by the experience of the world… the sort of eroticized masculinity pouring out from the centerfolds of the magazines he hid under his bed until his marriage…

it’s not like he hadn’t been settled with himself before. it’s not like he didn’t feel like a man, or thought men couldn’t or shouldn’t BE pretty… but as much as he hates to credit the fear and the pressure of trying to survive amongst those wolves with ANYTHING, he hadn’t exactly been HAPPY either. Had never sought out his own manhood, didn’t think anything of it all really.

Not like he does now, decades later, no longer playing a character with it but embodying it fully. in fact, so much so he’s having to temper it in a different way - fear of enjoying it too much, knowing that to keep flying below the radar he has to walk a fine, fine line.

Juuuust masculine enough, juuuuuust All American Man enough, knowing that if he enjoys it a little Too Much and pushes it a little Too Far someone will spot the caricature of it all and see him for what he is. But he’s had practice. Between the Chicago and Gotham police forces he’s come up in the toughest, most judgmental, most back-biting pit of hissing vipers looking for any weakness to exploit. He knows how to straddle the line between Performance and Genuine to keep those baying hounds off track - tossing them just a bit of scent they expect so they never sniff around any closer. So they presume they’ve found all there is and skulk off in search of a different target.

Yeah, he knows how to make sure the self-centered power-hungry ambition-blind cops and politicians and criminals and even his wife only see what they expect to see. What they WANT to see. After twenty years, he’s finally confident in that.

So he’s utterly unprepared when this fucking nutcase in kevlar armor shows up all genuine and honest and moral as fuck despite the violence he enacts, who’s eyes and words cut sharp as the curved blades he throws straight through Jim’s mask just as clearly as the Gordon can’t make heads or tails of the caped stranger’s own.

[br-uwu-cewayne]

(ID in Alt)

Breaking: GCPD/WayneTech Deal In Jeopardy?

Gotham Gazette - Vicki Vale reporting

A few hours into what seemed to be a highly successful fundraiser for District Attorney Dent’s election campaign this evening, tensions suddenly skyrocketed after our recently appointed Police Commisioner, James Gordon, was seen storming back inside after a conversation with the (locally dubbed) First Son of Gotham - wayward but generous philanthropist Bruce Wayne, the primary contributor to Dent’s campaign.

Since the drive to root out the GCPD’s infamous corruption by Gordon and Gotham’s own vigilante cryptid Batman resulted in eliminating several previously unknown “revenue streams” for the department, Dent’s campaign promised to broker an arrangement between the resources offered by his long-time friend and sponsor Wayne and the GCPD’s now woefully underfunded, underequipped, and understaffed Sisyphean enterprise - with plenty of careful city board oversight, of course.

However, this falling out may leave Gotham voters doubtful about Dent’s ability to fulfill one of his biggest promises, and (most of) his sponsors concerned about what that could mean for the rest of his campaign should any others fall through.

Upon leaving the event, Commissioner Gordon appeared extremely flustered, and had only this to say: “Bruce Wayne is a fucking menace to polite society.” Mr. Wayne has declined to comment, although this reporter notes he seemed… awfully pleased with himself.

[br-uwu-cewayne]

Recouperation

ID in Alt

(spiritual successor to Overtime)

Local nocturnal Billionaire with a pounding headacge so bad it’s actively competing with his broken ribs for attention seriously considers for a brief moment buying his rivals satellite network full of big ass ugly night sky polluting rigs from his cell phone right now immediately in order to change the course of the nearest one by half a degree just so it would cast its shadow over the GCPD’s southeast window.

finally bringing this piece out of WIP purgatory (at which time i realized i have clearly forgotten how light even works) with a big thank you to @krchov who’s recent reply to the preview post actually reminded me this existed 😅

[br-uwu-cewayne]

ID in Alt

Evolution

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When your silly little crush gets called out by the very fabric of nature itself smh 😔

It’s complete! Finally! Honestly the biggest trouble I kept running into was with how much my skill progressed each page… it was really hard to stop from going back and redoing everything 😅 I do think I might go back and redo that one panel with Gordon against the GCPD badge, but other than I thin I’m good to let it be.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this incredibly self indulgent fancomic lol 😂