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…you’re…welcome?
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…you’re…welcome?
i promise I READ OTHER FANFIC AUTHORS TOO but this is old and i just remembered it after drawing those pennywaynes yesterday. just. leave me be . jason at the klurb with his big brother and his grandma who only he can see á la Dead Man’s Party.
do i even need to tag frowny. they’ll see it
A small toast to @frownyalfred's dead man's party (which has had a hold on me for weeks)
they're so sweet your honor 😭
those who pale in your shadow
Have you read those who pale in your shadow?
Yes, previously
Yes, now that you've recced it to me
No
Authour: @frownyalfred (TheResurrectionist)
Subfandom: Superman, Batman
Media: All Media Types
Relationships: Shippy (Ensemble, Bruce Wayne & Clark Kent & Lois Lane, Clark Kent/Lois Lane)
Year: 2025
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Summary:
Lex Luthor reveals Superman's identity on live television. Bruce Wayne enacts his contigency plan with minutes to spare. (a story told in ousider and outsider-adjacent POVs)
Submitted by @kiragecko
Submitter's comment:
Oh, wow. I agonized over which relationships to include, because they're all so STRONG! It's an ensemble fic, and focuses on so many characters, so it doesn't really NEED a bunch of tags, but you NEED TO KNOW! You need to know how good the 'Ma and Pa with random OC' relationship is! You need to know how much Perry cares about Clark! Tim and Kon have a scene where they echo Bruce and Clark's earlier interactions and every single difference haunts me! Just amazing.
Trinity platonic bedsharing can actually be SO personal—
“It’s barely even bruised.”
Bruce hmmed, still leaning against Tim’s doorjamb. Alfred, behind him, was giving even less away. There was a possibility he was in trouble. That possibility was growing less and less likely with every second of silence.
“It isn’t bruised yet,” Alfred corrected over Bruce’s shoulder. “It’s swollen.”
“It’s just going to stay swollen,” Tim said defensively. “Don’t freak out, okay? I’ll figure out a way to cover it up. I’ll borrow some of Steph’s makeup or something.”
“Freak out,” Bruce repeated, monotone. That was a bad sign.
“Please,” Tim begged. “It was a solo thing. You don’t need to — intervene.”
“Intervene?” Bruce’s eyebrows lifted, breaking the mask-like expression on his face.
“You always do that. You go behind my back and you just—” Tim trailed off, exasperated. “Intervene!”
“I’m not intervening,” Bruce rebutted. He turned to look at Alfred over his shoulder. “Am I intervening?”
“Certainly not, sir.”
“Do I plan to intervene, Alfred?”
Something charged passed between the two men, unspoken. Alfred cleared his throat. “That would be ludicrous, sir.”
“See?” Bruce turned back to Tim. “I’m not intervening.”
Alfred inclined his head. “With that settled…”
Tim’s eyes narrowed, watching the butler depart down the hallway. “What was that look?”
“What look?” Bruce asked innocently.
“That look you just gave Alfred.”
“I didn’t give Alfred a look.” Bruce’s eyebrows twitched. “I barely even glanced at him.”
Tim pressed his lips together, frustrated. “So where is Alfred going?”
“I couldn’t tell you,” Bruce said, shoulders rising and falling.
“Of course you can.”
“I haven’t the foggiest.”
“Bruce.”
“You asked me not to intervene. This is me — not intervening.”
“Bruce.”
the batkids play the “what’s the most annoying injury you’ve ever had?” game but it’s lighthearted (“I broke both thumbs on a bad landing and couldn’t play video games for a month” “one time I got a cut on my leg that reopened every time I stood up” etc) until Bruce walks in. someone asks him the most annoying injury he’s ever had and he doesn’t even stop to think about it.
“Fracturing my spine.”
“Oh jeez,” Dick said, making a face. “Yeah, that’ll do it. That’s definitely…well, annoying isn’t the word I’d use.”
Bruce, expressionless: “Mostly because I couldn’t walk or complete other daily activities without assistance for an extended period of time.”
Dick, glancing at Jason. “Uh….huh.”
“What about that time Ivy hit you with that leaf and you couldn’t eat legumes for a year?” Jason asked, redirecting the suddenly maudlin group. “Wasn’t that more annoying?”
“Hmm.”
Tim leaned back, looking curious. “Just legumes?”
“Legumes,” Jason repeated, waving a hand. “It got ugly.”
“I’m not a huge fan of peanuts,” Bruce said, thoughtful.
“Yeah, no shit, I wonder why.”
move over soul burning and cursing me to double hell….this is my favorite ao3 comment ever