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Nachtschwärmer by Wallissa

A feral Bruce fic

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“What kind of man comes to the conclusion that the best way to change the world for the better is to dress up as a bat?”

The seven people who happened to be around that one time to defeat that one big robot decide that alright, maybe they should team up in the future. That’s how it starts.

And while it’s no doubt a great idea to exchange a few words with other extra-terrestrials or shake hands with people of godly descent now and then, sunshine-sweet Clark Kent finds himself distracted from that bigger picture and drawn to the shadow prowling the streets of Gotham. Bruce Wayne is a kaleidoscope of snarls and black silk, a sharp jawline and graceful violence, fluttering hands and smeared lipstick, leather gloves and whirlwind-anecdotes, and Clark is hopelessly, helplessly fascinated.

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Inspired by RobPatt’s comment that his Batman will be as “crazy and perverse” as his other roles, here’s an interpretation of Bruce as the ideal RP character. Feral, eccentric, fiercely egocentric and borderline obscene.

🦇Check the notes for the AO3 link for ch.1🦇

(and click on the pic for better quality, you know how it is)

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Feral Bruce Fashion 4/? - Ludovic de Saint Sernin fall 2019

Look 1 - That’s the outfit Bruce wears during a house tour he does for Vogue at some point. He pairs it with a black see-through, diamond-encrusted shirt underneath, so he doesn’t have to fuss about the scars as much, and then he leads the interviewer through the acceptable parts of the house. Which is to say, he shows them a few “promotional rooms“ he has for that purpose - the ballroom, the blue dining room (there’s another dining room in the other wing, but he honestly just eats in the cave, the study, his room, OR sometimes, for special occasions, in the kitchen), the Bruce room, etc. Vogue films him standing on the balcony of the ballroom - a view from the inside of the room so the shot includes the delicate curtains wafting in the breeze and the contrast of the dark room and the pink-tinted evening light - the black silk of his outfit shimmering, hair gently tousled and diamonds sparkling, as he gestures at the vast garden, looking gorgeous and talking absolute bullshit.

Look 2 - You might say “now that’s a party outfit!“ - but really, it’s just an outfit he wears (for example) on a sweltering-sultry summer’s day where it’s just on the brink of a storm. He dances through his empty ballroom while thunder roars in the distance and has some earl grey and sticky-sweet mango slices when it starts raining, overlooking the park as it vibrates in green. Clark comes by at some point to listen to him monologue about fin de siècle poetry (sweltering, sultry, sticky-sweet, with that hint of approaching doom) and lick the juice off his sweat-shimmering chest.

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Do you think Bruce ever accidentally used his Brucie voice instead of his Bat voice?

Batman, about to punch Riddler’s lights out, purring: “Oh, yeah, you’re going down, baby”

Riddler, confused sweating: “uhhh??!”

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Superman, squinting at a laptop screen in HQ: “Batman, could you give me a hand here?”

Batman, without thinking: “Oh, stud, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

Bonus for him trying to just ignore it, hoping everyone else thinks they hallucinated Batman talking like a phone sex operator.

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The only real difference between Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne is that Tony isn’t ashamed to be his true thotty self while Bruce is a repressed emo who hides that ass behind an unnecessary cape

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I don’t know much about the plot yet but I will write a fic with Brucie at some kind of event and it will be called “A hoe never gets cold” in reverence to the iconic Cardi moment I can’t link because then the tag won’t show this glorious clusterfuck of a post

Possible elements:

Bruce “good naturally” annoying Clark and basically just hitting on him under the guise of being a little shit while they’re both in their public persona

Brucie in a see through shirt of some kind because he needs to balance the thot look with not showing his scars

Possibly MET gala to justify the Extraness of the outfits?

Costume ball? Brucie Wayne rolling up as a sexy penguin or some ridiculous shit? Sexy cat? Sexy Superman??

Sexy James Bond. He can keep wearing his sleek suits and still be a thottie about it! A classy thot! A thot with class! Everyone wins!! (“Mr Wayne, James Bond is already a very sexual character...” “Well, but he usually wears a shirt that doesn’t show off his nipples” “....well, that’s true” - “Mr Wayne where’s your gun?” “I’m a lover, not a fighter. But don’t worry ;) I have a permit to handle this ;) weapon of mass seduction ;)”)

Maybe some plot about Clark having enough of Bruce and, being in his Clark Kent public persona, opting for “politely offering a jacket because that outfit looks cold”? Bruce refusing?

A moment in privacy where Bruce acts like himself and Clark has to concentrate on listening to serious BatTalk while the Tiddies™️ are Out

What are we thinking, pals?

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You know what we haven’t talked about in a hot minute on this blog? Sugardaddy bottom Bruce

I’ve been thinking and what if they accidentally alert the media?

There’s a party, Bruce and Clark meet in their public personas, they have a little chat, all of that good stuff. Very standard procedure.

Someone knocks against Clark and makes him spill his drink on his shirt. “Awww darn it :(“ goes Clark

And without thinking, Bruce touches his arm and goes “it’s fine, I’ll buy you a new suit”

Within a radius of 50m every reporter snaps their head around to look at the guy Brucie Wayne, renowned thottie, just said those words to. In the next few hours, tweets have gone out in the dozens, #spilledmydrink starts trending. Bruce is swarmed. “How long have you been buying suits for low level reporters?” Miss Vale asks. “And will it be Armani?”

And it’s not like they can just say that they know each other and be done with it. To the outside world, this is Brucie Wayne and some hunky reporter. There is no connection except for the obvious one.

For the next few days, Bruce’s mood is more :| than usual.

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Frank thinks he’s seen the worst of Billy Russo but when they move in together he learns about the horrors of Pinterest interior design moodboards

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“No, babes, we can’t put linoleum in the hallway. I bought this apartment because of the floorboards.”

“We’ll mess it up? Sand? Dirt? Blood?”

“If you bleed on my hardwood floors, you’re sleeping in the hallway.”

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“We don’t need a glass table in the living room. That’s where we’re cleaning our guns.”

“And YOU don’t need to open your mouth around me but look at you go. I need to put my Taschen coffee table book with the complete paintings of Bosch somewhere. It’s called a coffee table book.”

“...your what”

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“Dr H. Acula” by Wallissa

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The number of gruesome and macabre murders spikes drastically, but for once, Will Graham is of no help: he closes his eyes and only smells blood in the darkness. At night, winged terrors melt into his dreams. It's a good thing he can count on the help of the charming Dr H. Acula to set him straight again.

(A mix of jasmine and amber eyes, tangled flowers and writhing shadows, cold soft hands and dreams wet with blood)

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8 Chapters (rated E)

Ch.1: 28.10.19

Ch.2: 31.10.19

Check the notes for a link reblog!