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[occasionalauthoring]

Since Bruce was much younger when he first took in Dick I like to think that out of all the batkids Bruce and dick definitely at least got along the most. They are only like 12-15 years apart, meaning they could even be in the same generation!

Like Bruce could hang out with dick all the time since they were already planning to do the same thing, matching outfits, playing video games together, they even understand eachothers niche references

I love few (many) things more than Bruce and Dick getting de-aged and accidentally alienating the other kids because they are The Dynamic Duo and they realise just quite how their relationships (in their eyes) will never measure up.

[occasionalauthoring]

How would you have Bruce stand up for himself against the way Dick has convinced himself they fell out?

Bruce basically tried to protect Dick like a good parent after nearly losing him twice.

Dick definitely characterized Bruce as overly controlling and stealing his mantle at certain points. Maybe not later once the fallout from Jason's death and Tim taking up the Robin mantle pushes them back together, but it's something he's said to multiple vigilantes and allies over the years.

If Dick's words spread into the wider opinion of the Bat, especially after the contingency plans come to light, and Jason starts venting his own grievances (mixed bags of imagined, exaggerations, misunderstandings, and the few truths sprinkled throughout) to the Outlaws.

What would Bruce say against the poison that his own sometimes estranged children have spread about him.

...

That's probably not even counting Tim probably venting about Bruce and the Bats to his own little group. He actually has a few incidents that do look pretty bad even if Bruce was trying to push Tim to quit Robin of his own free will for a bit.

The 16th birthday incident comes to mind.

...

Just Bruce forced into a situation where he has to voice his point of view about several incidents to his oftentimes reluctant family.

Hm. Barely-canon as I am, it's hard to say. (I'm not okaying some of the dodgy stuff abruce has done, but what I see the scale of response to be is disproportionate.)

It'd probably be something that happens over time. He doesn't quite understand why someone approaches him antagonistically, or seems surprised when he's polite, when he sees people have to recalibrate when he takes on suggestions/ideas for tactics.

He's confused, at first.

But after it happens enough times, he'd look into it. Probably trace it back, and find a pattern of behaviour his sons sit at the centre of.

He dismisses it, if slightly hurt, now that he understands it.

I feel as though he might pull it up when it starts putting lives in danger.

The younger heroes, the subsequent teams keep defecting, questioning his orders mid-mission. Maybe there's casualties. Maybe it was a close save, but everyone's still shaken. Maybe Bruce had to account for their hesitation, and throws himself in the way.

Dick storms into the meeting room, ready to tear Kon a new one for not staying in position, being the reason Bruce's entire chest is wrapped in bandages.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He hisses, watching the kid curl in on himself even more.

Tim is close behind, radiating anger at one of his best friends. "Kon, you—"

"Enough." Bruce's voice is a whisper as he limps into the meeting room from another door. Kon whips towards him, mouth opening, a hand twitching towards him, then shrinking back and staying quiet. Clark puts a hand on his shoulder, but says nothing. "Leave him alone, boys."

Dick glares at Bruce. "He abandoned position. He had no regard for orders."

Tim's own glower does not leave his close friend. "He did not obey the chain of command in a combat situation, that—"

"Is understandable, given the circumstances, no?"

Dick pauses. Exchanges a glance with Tim, hearing the undercurrent of pissed-off Batman threading through Bruce's tone, that similar radiating disapproval emanating from the other Founders towards them and the other Titans members scattered around the room.

Notably, Kon is excused from the ire, as Bruce hooks a finger under his chin and tuts, signalling to Barry, who produces a small sun lamp and sets it down in front of the clone, prompting the gash across his temple to slowly knit back together.

"What circumstances?" Dick asks hesitantly, matching Batman's stance.

Batman glares out across the sea of younger heroes. "The fact that Nightwing, leader of the Titans, and mentor to the Teen Titans, has disparaged my decisions as a tactician and vigilante to anyone who will listen."

Dick's cheeks burn, and he stares at Bruce.

Wonder Women takes over.

"The fact that Robin, on many documented occassions both in spoken word and mission reports has disagreed with and found unstantiated bias with Batman's lead as a Justice League tactician.

Clark squeezes Kon's shoulder, and lets go, stepping towards the other two members of the Trinity.

"The fact that a similar rhetoric has been sown with other heroes by Red Hood."

Hal crosses his arms, leaning his hip against the table. "Personal issues with League members, especially Founders, are taken seriously and will not be policed. Personal dynamics cannot be allowed to interfere with field work, especially the avenue of casting doubt as petty revenge."

J'onn's face is stony as he looks out. "As a result of this incident, there will be elevated monitoring and training of the Titans and Teen Titans, to ensure everyone understands the level of professionalism this work demands, and that members can meet the demands of this position, lest their alliance with the Justice League be reviewed."

"This cannot be allowed to happen again," Barry warns. "We came close to losing several personnel members, and nearly two dozen souls."

"Is this understood?" Arthur checks, trident held proud by his side as he supervises petulant agreements and mortified mutterings of assent.

"I didn't meant for this to happen," Dick tries, hours later, when the act has dropped and Bruce has downed a handful of painkillers and been confined to the couch. "I was just... venting."

Bruce doesn't look at him, staring blankly at the ceiling. "I was just... trying to keep you alive," he sighs, and closes his eyes.

Dick stays there, watching him, stomach swirling, but eventually leaves the room. He passes Tim's on his way to his own, and catches hia brother's gaze on his journey.

The lock eyes, then Tim slowly looks away, turning over in bed, sliding headphones on.

Dick swallows, and treads back to his own room, steadfastly not looking at Bruce's closed bedroom door.

[papayafromtv]

do you guys think Jason takes advantage of the fact that he has so many underage vigilante siblings by telling them to secret shopper his goons and check that they adhere to the 'no selling to kids' rule? because i do and i think each child fucks up the job in their own spectacular way.

Nightwing, landing on a rooftop where Red Hood's speaking to one of his subordinates: yo, Hood, what's going on?

Jason: hey. just getting the report for that secret shopper thing i was gonna do with the Wayne kids.

Subordinate: yeah... uh, why are Bruce Wayne's kids taking part in this again?

Jason, without missing a beat: because non of their neighbours need their laws mowed and Brucie says it's important for kids their ages to start learning the responsibility of having a job. anyway, Damian was up tonight, right? who was he buying from, 'cause i already know they failed.

Subordinate: yeah, Rick let the kid buy from him, so he needs to be punished i guess. bought two eighths of weed and an ounce of coke without Rick even blinking.

Jason, frowning: yeah, call that guy up for me to 'speak' to-

Jason:

Jason: wait Damian bought what?

Subordinate: ...two eighths of weed and an ounce of coke?

Jason:

Dick: what's wrong?

Jason, shooting off a grapple: that little shit only gave me back the weed-

~

Jason: *crying with laughter in the middle of the street*

Dick, landing nearby: ...you ok Hood?

Jason: *wheezing*

Duke, faintly, from Jason's phone: ITS NOT FUNNY.

Dick: what's happened?

Jason: Duke- *wheeze* Duke was supposed to do his secret shopper assignment tonight, but he didn't read the memo properly and tried to buy from a group of four of my guys as Signal instead of himself,

Duke: -SHUT UP JASON.

Jason: *still struggling to breathe* so he- so he rocked up and asked to buy as Signal, and my guys all assumed he was arresting them for possession,

Dick: oh my god.

Jason: they dropped him everything they fucking had and bolted, and now he's panicking on the other end of Crime Alley because four peoples' entire product inventory is too much for him to carry in one go and he's scared of leaving any behind for kids to wander across, so he's- *collapses into more laughter*

Dick, in awe: he's just stuck guarding it?!

Duke, from Jason's phone, incredibly distressed: THE RATS ARE CIRCLING IN. I'M NOT USUALLY OUT THIS LATE. SOMEBODY NEEDS TO COME AND FUCKING HELP ME-

Jason: *loses it*

~

Dick: hey, Tim did his secret shopper thing tonight, right? how'd that go?

Jason: *head in his hands*

Dick: ...did the guy fail?

Jason, muffled: no.

Dick: then what happened?

Jason: i had him try to buy from the same guy as Damian, to see if he'd 'learned his lesson', and he refused to sell to Tim point blank.

Dick: ok...?

Jason: but then Tim got offended that he'd sold to Damian and not him, so he pulled a gun on the guy and robbed him instead.

Dick:

Dick: the fuck did he get a gun from-

Jason: i don't fucking know Dick.

~

*Dick and Jason getting food on patrol when Steph calls Jason*

Steph: so i did the thing and it didn't work but i don't think it didn't work because i'm a kid.

Jason: ...what do you mean?

Steph: well i walk up to these two guys and ask to buy, right? and they say sure, what do you want? and i go 'four', and these guys say 'four what' and i'm like ??? the fuck do you think? four drugs. and-

Jason: *puts his head in his hands as Dick chokes on his hotdog*

Steph: -they look at me like i'm the fucking idiot, like, you should know how to count if you're gonna be a drug dealer, it's not like you guys have cash registers to help you out, right? and they start arguing with me and telling me that clearly i'm already high—which, fuck you guys, my makeup is awesome tonight, i do not look like i did it while high, how dare you! so i said maybe they're high and i should call their boss and snitch for stealing his supply, and they were like 'nuh uh blondie, nuh uh!' all mocking and shit, so i kicked one guy in the balls and the other guy grabbed me and now they won't let me leave until i prove that you sent me.

Jason:

Dick: *crying*

Steph, brightly: so yeah, if you could come pick me up~

Jason: i hate all of you.

[occasionalauthoring]

there's so much you can do with the concept of the bats going to a different dimension and meeting a separate version of bruce that I think more people need to explore

one of my favorites to think about, as angsty as it is, is the bats being transported to a universe where something terrible happened to the world. an apocalypse, an extraterrestrial being, whatever. point is, the bats meet the au!batfam as they are actively trying to combat whatever it is.

as the story progresses, we start to lose more of the au!batfam. au!dick goes to look for survivors/fight an alien and doesn't come back. jason is injured beyond recovery and, once again, dies in his father's arms. tim sacrifices himself for cassandra, and she disappears soon after. point is, in the end, the only one left is bruce. this is a dimension doomed to be wiped of the family, and the transported bats can only help as much as they can, but you can't fight the fate of the dimension.

eventually, their bruce comes for them. and they just have to look at that universe's bruce, alone, soon to be abandoned by all that was left by his family, and they know exactly what's going to happen when they leave. they can't stay, because then they'll be in more danger than they already were. au!bruce just smiles at them, maybe hugs them. he doesn't cling, or beg. he's just waiting until he can hug and hold his own family again.

the last to walk through the portal is the original bruce. he looks at his counterpart. they both know that no version of themselves could ever live in a world stripped of their children. by leaving and closing that portal, he seals the fate of the bats and waynes history for this universe.

he steps through, back into the pristine batcave. In another reality, bruce wayne is holding his children again.

They get back to their dimension, and Bruce silently removes the cowl. He lifts watery eyes to theirs, because his children are right here, but it was still his children that died, and it's a slow trek to his arms, all of them pressing close, and they just stand there quietly, indefininitely.

"You wouldn't...right?" Damian whispers, and Bruce presses a kiss to his head.

"Let's go upstairs," he murmurs, and doesn't answer.

[touchofhemlocktea]

He goes down fighting, a suicide mission, dying in the mask, just as he always knew he would.

The empty burned out shell of the manor is eventually entered by a reborn ivy, because she can't truly die until every one of her children is gone, carrying a partially mummified corpse of a woman in twin pigtails and leather armor.

Rumor has it the bat died taking down the invader's mothership, the massive crater cracking the moon's surface the only memorial left to the heroes actions.

She pauses at the neat row of urns and photos, the smiling faces of Gotham's fallen royal family following her. She can almost hear the sound of the quippy, annoying birds laughing.

Deep within the ground, through the broken remnants of the infamous Batcave, to an underground lake of boiling green. "Harley love, please come back to me."

[superman-creampieing-batman]

OOO!!

what do you think is the FIRST thing clark did after kissing bruce at the altar after they got married? :3

The first thing he probably did after that is hold Bruce's half conscious body up because Clark kissed him for too long, completely forgetting that Bruce is a human and needs to breathe and cry a little about almost killing his wife of 2 seconds lol.

But fr, I think they both are too drunk on the dream like blissful happiness to do anything more than just stare into each other's eyes for the rest of the function. No one could get them to separate even for a millisecond. Clark's hand was glued to Bruce's waist, both of them sporting the biggest smiles ever and kissing a million times more, and confessing their love again and again.

The FIRST thing Clark did after the ceremony was fly Bruce out to the fortress of solitude to complete their wedding by getting mated officially in kryptonian customs. They did all of the rituals and sealed their irreversible bond forever.

After the kryptonian ceremony, Clark flew way up in the atmosphere with Bruce in his arms to show him a star bursting in the atmosphere. The star was Krypton, that is millions of light away from Earth. Their wedding day overlapped with the day Krypton's explosion was visible from Earth, and Clark wanted Bruce, now his whole world, to be there with him to witness that moment in his life.

[pufferfishzero]

Some superhero team accidentally meet Ghostmaker, a completely isolated case, perhaps they simply had a mission (one of those where Batman doesn't go cause even he doesn't need to be everywhere all the time) somewhere far away, and their paths cross by coincidence.

During the short time they tolerate each other, everyone's thoughts are something like "Jesus Christ, can't believe I've met someone even more of an asshole than Batman" They mention it to Bruce later, of course, and he listens silently to the descriptions and opinions (most of which are not very flattering to Khoa) of everyone before casually dropping something like, "Hm, that's my man."

Batman felt a flare of irritation from where he worked in the Watchtower monitoring room, his peace was disrupted by loud voices. He was glad his teammates' mission went well, judging by their lax tone, but he had just gotten his mind off of how abruptly Khoa left their last call. No, he wasn't worried about Khoa. It just- usually, Khoa waited for Bruce to end the call (or rather, he purposefully teased Bruce so he'd hang up in irritation). But something seemed to really bother Khoa before he'd hung up...

"-so annoying! It's not even like we were on his turf, he said himself he doesn't even have turf!" Hal's irritated voice rang clear as he entered. "When other lanterns need to work in my sector, it's not like I- well, okay, sometimes, but I can play nice!" He looked around the room, spotted Barry and Shayera nearby. They'd also been working mostly-silently, but they clearly welcomed the break, perking up as they did at Hal's loud entrance.

Bruce did not move to acknowledge their entrance, but he did note Clark, Hal, and Oliver walk in. It was a low-key mission, a case that stretched out of Star City into Asia that Oliver invited Hal to. As far as Bruce knew, Clark just tagged along for the company.

"He wasn't that bad...." Clark said uncertainly.

"He handed you a bomb because he 'knew you could take it'???" Barry's jaw dropped a bit, and Shayera let out a startled laugh.

"I mean- I can though."

"Are you sure it wasn't just a special gift for Superman?" Shayera teased.

Hal let out an aggrieved sigh. "And, you know, I swear he knew exactly where to find the smugglers' weapons cache, and just let us run around looking for it cause he thought it was funny. We were working the same case! We could have helped!"

Oliver grunted in agreement. "And the sewer thing... how in the actual hell did he manage to keep his suit so white. Fuck off."

Hm..... Bruce had a feeling he knew exactly what had bothered Khoa so much that he'd hung up on Bruce early.

"Sounds like an eventful mission," Bruce noted. He kept his eyes on his tablet, voice carefully detached.

Hal immediately slouched in a nearby chair. "God, Spooks, you wouldn't believe this guy! He was genuinely, literally, the worst person I've ever had to work with. He gave Kal a bomb!"

"So I've heard. He can take it."

"Who's side are you on right now??"

Oliver patted Hal's shoulder before taking his own seat, apparently settling in for a post-mission gossip session debrief. "Nah, you'd hate working with him too. There were a few times I really thought he was going to kill the smugglers we were dealing with. Almost wish he would have tried, just so I could've taken a swing at him."

"Grade A Asshole! He was so smug about beating us to the punch, as if we wasn't purposefully slowing us down with bad intel. Someone could've been killed in the extra time we needed to see past it- why even be a vigilante if you don't want to help people??"

Shayers sat up straighter at that. "He let civilians get hurt just to mess with you?"

There was an awkward silence as Hal and Oliver looked at each other. Clark eventually broke it. "Well, no, but I guess Hal is saying that they could have been. And working with him wasn't exactly easy. I don't expect other heroes to make us feel welcome or anything, but his behavior was a bit... much."

Oliver snorted at the attempt at diplomacy. "You're too kind with it, Supes."

Barry gave a nod of agreement. "Yeah, anyone who plays with civilian lives like that... I mean, there's no way he knew for sure that no one would get hurt. And it's not exactly common knowledge that Supes can eat bombs and be fine."

Her earlier traces of amusement gone, Shayera gave a hum of agreement. "A vigilante who does not respect other heroes or the objective to save people," she noted.

"Yes! You get it!" Hal sat up straighter in his seat, taking his feet off the table and jabbing a finger in Shayera's direction. "Like, get off your high horse, you had no way to know you actually had the situation under control! It's just egotistical and reckless." Having said his piece, Hal deflated and leaned back in his chair.

"What was his name?" Barry asked. "We can at least make sure we don't invite him to the League..."

"Ghost-maker," Bruce supplied.

Hal nodded. "Yeah, what a dumb fucking na- you know him?"

Bruce casually kept typing on his tablet. "We're married."

Oliver's jaw dropped open, Hal sputtered in his seat, and Clark averted his eyes in embarrassment. Barry kept looking between Bruce and Hal before eventually locking terrified eyes with Shayera, who was shocked but also eager to see what would happen next.

"Spooks, there's no way. You- you can do better! I know we've called you an asshole too but you can do better, I swear," Hal tried.

"I'm perfectly content in my marriage."

Marriage, Oliver whispered in horror.

"Does he- is he like.... good... ?" Barry asking, cringing his way through the trainwreck of a question.

"Is he good." Bruce repeated flatly.

"Sorry! I'm so, so sorry."

Bruce wasn't; he was having fun. He kept his eyes on Barry, watching the man freak out more and more at Bruce's unchanging expression.

"Have you tried dating apps?" Hal asked. Barry smacked his arm for that. "Like, was it a marriage of convenience? Tax benefits?" He looked around. "People do that, right?"

"We got married for the usual reasons, Hal."

There was a long silence.

"Man, I am so fucking sorry." Hal finally said.

"Because I'm married to Ghost-Maker, or because you called my husband egotistical and reckless?" When Hal seemed unable to do anything more than mouth husband in disbelief, Bruce added, "And yes, actually, he did know he could handle the situation with no one getting hurt, and he did know Superman can eat bombs."

Oh my god, Oliver whispered again.

"So," Shayera started, even as Barry desperately motioned a slash across his neck. Unfortunately for him, Shayera had always been an instigator. Bruce loved working with her. "That's all you have to say about your husband doing all that?"

"What did he do wrong?"

"He gave us bad intel???" Hal spluttered, forgetting that he had just apologized to Bruce in defense of himself.

"You were in his way. Work your own case next time."

"They were dealing to Star City, that was my case!" Oliver defended. Also, bomb??? What kind of psycho tells a man to eat a bomb??"

"Don't call him that. And he happens to know Clark likes eating bombs, I told him."

"No he doesn't!" Hal turned to Clark, lit with righteous fury on his friend's behalf. "Clark, do you like eating bombs?" He looked back at Bruce with a smug expression.

"Actually- uh, yeah...." Clark shrugged; this was one oddity he was no longer insecure about. The trick had saved too many people for it.

"What the fuck is wron- you know what, hell yeah, man. But still, Spooks, you can't convince me the guy was feeding Supes a bomb out of the kindness of his heart, or whatever."

Bruce pause to consider that. "No, he probably just thought it was funny."

Oliver gave a derisive snort. "Yeah, make a guy eat a bomb. Funny."

Oh, now Bruce was getting irritated. "Clark knows perfectly well how to diffuse a bomb. He has ice breath, superspeed, and laser eyes. No one made him eat the bomb; he ate it because he wanted to and they taste good." Bruce turned to Clark. "Clark, did my husband make you eat that bomb?"

"Oh.... that's Pa calling me. I forgot to take out the cat... Bye!"

Well. 'Pa' is dead, Clark doesn't have a cat, and cats don't even need to be taken out. So. Bruce will remember this.

Bruce turned back to Oliver. "As you can see, Clark's superspeed works perfectly fine."

The tension in the room bled out as Oliver laughed. Still, he shook his head. "Your husband is a real piece of work, man. Don't know how you put up with him."

"...He puts up with me, too," Bruce said quietly in a moment of sincerity.

Oliver regarded Bruce for a moment. He made brief eye contact with a suddenly-solemn Hal, and they both looked back at Bruce.

"Yeah, that's all any of us can really ask for, huh? Happy for you, really." Hal clapped Bruce on the shoulder with a fond smile.

"Congrats," Oliver added.

Bruce nodded in appreciation before resuming his work on his tablet. The room was peaceful once more as Hal, Barry, and Oliver chatted inanely in their seats.

"Oh, c'mon!" Shayera huffed, "You're not going to battle to defend your husband's honor?"

thank you for the ask anon! this was fun to write, i hope it's what you were looking for!!! as always, constructive criticism is very welcome and appreciated <3

[frownyalfred]

In that same vein of inhuman-not-human enough Clark, what about a world where the Kents still love their son so much, and they’re not bad people, but Clark isn’t allowed to know, mention, or acknowledge his powers / Kryptonian ancestry at all. It could be for safety, for fear that he’ll be taken away, or maybe just run of the mill “we love you but you can’t be different, not in a town this small” Midwestern sentiment.

Clark doesn’t get to fly in the cornfields of smallville and practice lifting tractors. He’s not even allowed to talk to his parents about being “adopted” unless they bring it up first. They’re trying to protect him, especially when his papers start manifesting and his body changes and all that does is create questions. So many questions, including Clark’s own. Where did I come from? Why won’t you talk about it? Why do I feel so different from everyone else?

And then that Clark Kent still moves on and becomes Superman, even if it’s a little delayed or uncertain. He finds his path away from Smallville, he starts saving people. He starts learning about Krypton, he starts chasing down clues to who he is.

How does he come back to his parents, after that? How does the “Ma, I’m Superman” conversation happen? Does Clark snap one day when Pa has a heart attack and flies him to the nearest hospital, even though his Ma is begging him not to, because they might be found out?

Does he help build the Justice League with Diana and Bruce and still has to come home and push all that he is down into himself for family dinner? His two closest friends and allies, who get him like no one else when it comes to secret identities and masks — they probably think his parents are bigots, but they’re not. They’re good, scared people. They wanted to protect a son. They wanted a son, not an alien. Not a hero, not someone they can’t protect.

[frownyalfred]

Now with fic!

[pufferfishzero]

been scrolling through your blog and I’m curious what your thoughts would be on (autistic ofc) Bruce who’s parents were supportive/caring of him - as in the 2022 Batman Martha was mentioned to be at Arkham (I forget if there was specifics), which makes me think that Thomas and Martha could be more likely (in such a universe) to, well, not suck, despite the rest of society’s opinion on their son

I think Bruce would be homeschooled, for one. They want him to be around kids his age, but they can be cruel and they'd rather shield their son from all that bullying. I also think Martha would read so so so much on how to help her son learn to navigate his emotions as they overwhelm him. Overstimulating clothing textures, what makes certain foods unbearable to Bruce, sounds, etc. Obviously fidget toys weren't a thing back then, but I do think she'd find some common household items for Bruce to stim with (I'm not autistic, but I always enjoyed feeling something semi-sharp press into my thumb? and playing with 4 paperclips hooked together, im just projecting that lol).

they'd experimentally go through different foods to expand Bruce's palate as much as possible. The maids would clean with unscented soaps and detergents because sometimes the smell would overwhelm Bruce. He'd also have a safe dark room for him to sit in when things really got bad.

I also think they'd exposure therapy bruce into going to galas and larger events like that. They wouldn't stay for super long, but they'd work on a script and give precise details on what to expect in terms of conversation, schedule, the people around them, etc. Bruce also had permission to refuse people from touching him.

I do think they'd try to get Bruce to not stim super overtly though, if that makes sense. echolalia, rocking on his heels, t-rex arms, they're all common in autistic kids but also very noticeable. he'd be allowed to do it at home, martha would make sure her boy's home was a designated safe space for him to be wholly himself, but in public they'd try to get him to limit it.

they'd love listening to Bruce talk about his hyperfixations as well. they always asked questions designed to get bruce talking about his favorite part and would try genuinely to keep up with him. they buy grey ghost figurines and signed posters and everything. thomas even gets them a set tour once!

that's all i have (for now), thank you for the ask!! if there's a particular thought or direction that's caught your attention js send another ask hehe

[strawberry-seal77]

time loop with two people in it but one person refuses to acknowledge the loop and pretends to be looping with everyone else. meanwhile the other person is freaking out

[ilovemybruciewayne]

It was the 80th time. The loop lasted around a year, and every time it ended with Bruce's death. And Clark woke up exactly one year before it.

Clark tried everything. E. Ve. Ry. Thing. And nothing succeeded. His friend died in horrible deaths every year. Some more subdued than the others... But always horrible.

80 years.

80 loops. Bruce had kind of forgotten about Clark's super hearing.

"As long as I'm not suffocated again..." He sighed as he tapped his finger against the calendar.

He turned his eyes toward the huge window on his office, already dreading the day-

The horrified expression of a floating Superman stared back at him.

"Oh. Oh shit"

[bat-raccoonz]

I like my Batman a little eldritch flavoured, observe:

His fingers are just a tiny bit too claw-like, especially when Batman. It's really useful when climbing or having to catch someone (mostly his kids) but it makes him feel the tiniest bit less human.

His body temperature really depends on his mood; happy, loved? He's warm! Perfect cuddle temperature! If he's stressed, sad, tired? He's cold, as in 'I just came back from outside and it was raining'-cold

His eyes are just a tiny bit reflective, it makes the staring a bit more creepy and Bruce sometimes feels a bit insecure about it.

His hearing, sight & his memory is higher then the average population. He hasn't noticed it yet, sometimes he just drops a "They're around the 3rd corner" and his current teammate just has to deal with it.

His intuition is frankly disturbing. His kids can not do something that is incredibly dangerous without at least a text: "Do not."

He got this as a gift from Gotham herself, she saw the little boy in the alley and went "Hmm, you're my favourite now."

Thank you for coming to this presentation.

[stillnotsquashed]

The superhero community deciding to make some sort of charity fundraising yearbook and getting professional photographs of each superhero team. But Bruce and his kids are in so many teams that Bruce essentially just shows up with a picnic and all his kids and they set up camp in the corner of the photographers studio with board games and snacks.

[occasionalauthoring]

One by one all of the Wayne kids disappear.

Not as their vigilante personas, not as the Wayne Personas but as themselves.

Omega Bruce silently kidnapping all his children to his nest, saying nothing and not allowing electronics, as the Mom Brain(tm) doesn't want those screens messing up his baby's sleep schedules (they're already fucked up)

One by one Gotham vigilantes are disappearing. Batman can't be contacted.

The few that are left are put into hiding, and still disappear. The Justice League are floundering, confounded as to why they can't keep them safe, desperately scouring Gotham to find them.

Each kid is trying not to be scared, knowing they're being hunted, but find themsleves knocked out and wake ip in a dark room anyway.

....A familiar dark room. Familiar scents.

"Hey, B."

A happy trill, and Bruce crawls out of the darkness, pulling them into the nest, where the rest of the pack is lying.

"He took our phones. We can't call and tell them we're fine."

Bruce trills again, pulling them all into an embrace, and they melt into it. The Justice League will figure it out eventually.

The Justice League do not figure it out. They are terrified.

[ilovemybruciewayne]

Bruce: My kids hate me. They must be wishing for my death.

--

Jason, throwing Damian over his shoulders against the couch: SAY THAT AGAIN! I DARE YOU!

Damian, flipping in the air to his feet: I AM HIS BABY! HIS FAVORITE!!

Dick, entering the room: Oh, I know you didn't just say that.

Jason: Right, because I AM BAB-!

Dick, elbow against Jason's side so hard, the other is on his knees: Everybody knows I'm the light of his eyes.

Damian: YOU ARE ANCIENT HISTORY!!

Dick, gasping dramatically:

Jason, trying to stand: ... H- HA!

Dick: Oh shut up! You're catching up to me, freaking fridge of a person.

Jason, deeply hurt:

Cass: He's a girls dad.

Tim, pointing behind her: Ok. THAT'S cheating.

Duke, exiting the room: Not even his child, and I know I'm the favorite.

Dick, power walking after him: SAY THAT AGAIN TO THE OG'S FACE!!

Jason: OH PLEAAAAASE! You know Bruce loves me more, I am the baby that came back-!

Tim, grumbling: JESUS FUCK GET OVER YOURSELF!!

Cass, shaking her head: Irrelevant. I'm the cutest.

Tim: THAT'S a blatant lie.

Cass: ?

Damian: Right. Because I'm sta-

Tim, covering Damian's mouth: Because I'm standing RIGHT here!

--

Barbara, showing the video to Bruce:

Bruce: AI is getting too advanced. It's scary.

Stephanie: Oh, for fucks sake.

[bruce-wayne-enjoyer]

https://youtube.com/shorts/W7J-ZU5yRnA?si=Gce93sIvGrYo9_T4

this reminds me of how you write the trinity 😭

No because this is exactly the type of shit Diana and Bruce would pull, and Clark is so sick of their shit.

Normally they poke at Bruce instead but nah sometimes he and Diana decide "Yep, today's the day we make Clark perish!!"

I just know they have a running gag of pretending that Clark is actually a horrible person and makes sure to say it very loudly. Clark wants to cry (he's very unbothered dw)

[in the Watchtower]

Clark, handing Bruce coffee: Oh hey Bruce, I got this for you! Accidentally put too much creamer so my bad

Bruce, looking at the mistook coffee: ....Oh okay, so you want me to die?

Clark: ???? WHAT??

Diana, walking in: What's going on?

Bruce, showing her the coffee: Di, he got me the wrong coffee order 😠

Clark: I ACCIDENTALLY SPILLED SOME CREAMER INTO THE CUP

Diana, holding Bruce tightly: Wow, give it up for SUPERMAN for trying to POISON AN ORPHAN 🙄👏👏

Clark, to everyone looking at them very confusedly: THATS NOT WHAT HAPPENED 😭

Bruce: You're gonna give me a tummy ache 🥺 Why would you do that to me, Cwark, I thought we were friends

Clark: I DIDN'T MEAN IT???

Diana: Wow, Clark. Didn't you even stop to wonder if tummy aches will remind B of his mental illness? 😒 smh so much for Freedom and Justice for All, huh?

Clark:

[occasionalauthoring]

Hiya! So- I’ve always loved the idea of Bruce genuinely believing he killed his parents, whether by begging to go to the movies or walking down Park Row or whatever. So now I’m imagining Brucie Wayne, going out, doing a press conference for some charity event when one of the reporters asks a very basic question- like “what inspired you to do this” or something, and beloved, peppy, ditzy Brucie smiles wide and answers, casually-

“Well, after I killed my parents, I-“

How do you think that would go down with the public?

∧,,,∧ (  ̳• · • ̳) /    づ♡

Imagine if this fit with the therapist leaking recordings of Bruce's therapy sessions as a kid. (I lost the link don't sue me.)

The journalist that asks the question freezes. The room goes still. Everyone knows why he thinks that, but to hear him say it.

Bruce is still on stage, answer dwindling as he picks up on the sudden tension in the room.

Lucius Fox steps into the room, a worried dip to his bushy brow, and he hurries across the room.

"You believe that, Mr Wayne?"

There's something inexplicably innocent and childlike at the small voice he responds with, wide blue eyes glazed over with decades-old pain. "Isn't that what happened?"

[ilovemybruciewayne]

lol Cass and Oliver have one comic together, and let me tell you, she hates him with all her heart. I can't remember the name. Also, Dick has a problem with Oliver ever since the incident where Batman's memories were erased and wanted him to side with him instead of Bruce. And then there's calling dick Batman Jr. from when Nightwing was working with the Justice League. Every time he insults them in the comics, he tells them they're like Batman.

You know what, anon? That's a great reason to hate him.

Yeah. I'll pretend I never forgot that about Oliver and yes. That's why my Cass and my Jay hate him. Mhm.

Dick just hates them all.

[i-hunger-for-angst]

I'm not sure if the Batman Who Laughs is something a lot of people think about but he is a whole horror story.

Yes, he does get defeated but imagine the angst it could create? The batfam seeing what Bruce would become if he killed the joker, finally seeing that the scales need a balance- yin and yang, if the evil is removed a greater evil rises up. The evil that rose up Jokers death was Bruce.

Imagine the angst? Imagine Jason seeing a Bruce who not only tried to kill the joker, but succeeded, yet the story isn't how he invisioned it to be. It's not the happily ever after he thought it would be, its what happens when you forsake your moral code, the moral code that kept you in line, the one that stopped you from turning into a monster.

The Bat Who Laughs smiling at the batfam in the same freakish way Joker does, not looking at them like they're his kids from a different universe but rather prey that is for the pickings as their dad plummets to the ground, having been bested by his counterpart. The monster before them laughs its head off like he can't help it, they can run but the Bat is always just a step behind them. The bat knows their fate before they do, he's already done this in hundreds of universes.