#Broose stop

[poisonseed12]

Fwooomph

A present for you @broosepayne , thank you for always brightening my feed

Bonus:

#batman #the batman #batblob #bruce wayne #batcave #batfam #dc comics #dc fanart #fanart #my art #broose stop #dc

[blinday]

It's so cool that we all just agree that a Robin would beBattinson's emotional support child

#bruce wayne #bruce is smol dad #bruce wayne is a puppy #bruce wayne is sad wet cat #broose stop #battinson #battinson 2022 #the batman movie 2022 #the batman 2022 #robin #dick grayson

[shwethabm]

Bruce just can't help adopting kids...

#batman #batfam #jason todd #dc comics #dc fanart #red hood #robin batman #superhero #bruce wayne #damian wayne #tim drake #alfred pennyworth #nightwing #dick grayson #broose stop #bruce is a good parent #i made another one #help meeee

[gothamsglam]

steph broke a nail :(

tumblr killed the resolution and im not redoing it so pls click on it 😭

transcript

change my name color to purple tim >:(

she's been beheaded

🐔-wing

oh god

marie antoinette

change my name color to purple tim >:(

😭😭😭

🐔-wing

she looks a little different in this adaptation ngl-

change my name color to purple tim >:(

HELP

#stephanie brown #jason todd #fanart #stephanie brown fanart #jason todd fanart #batfamily #batfamily fanart #batfam incorrect quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect quotes #groupchat #batfamily groupchat #incorrect dc #dc comics #my art #vix draws #broose stop

[allanalightwood]

i am in physical pain (compliment) while reading a fic where Dick decides to be a matchmaker for Bruce and Clark where he invites Clark on their annual family vacation and Bruce thinks it's because Dick's in love with Clark

#bruce wayne #batman #clark kent #superman #kal el #dick grayson #this bitch #broose stop

[crimefightrmoved]

broose seeimg tim and kon cuddled up together in tim’s bed: ah, what good friends. 

#this is just funnier cos this is my parents with my sister and her gf #so it probably wont stop being funny for years to me #broose at timk.on: cute roommates #also mayhaps ill do some writing after some tea #I AM THE GODDAMN BATHOLE 〉ooc .

[roobylavender]

apparently in the new comic broos forcedully installed his own version of failsafe for jayson so that jayson gets like forcefully stopped when he has an adrenaline spike to stop him from killing people…and like im sure that is supposed to lead up to the “big reveal” or whatever of zur influencing brooses actions which is why hes doing crazy these things but the thing is modern bruce does shit like that all the time. overriding the kids agencies and doing shit without them knowing that it hardly comes across as OOC or shocking anymore like this is the baseline now it could pass for something hed do while lucid

yeah that’s what i actually made my post in response to bc i saw the panels on twt. the progressively intensifying control freak aspect to him makes so little sense when you juxtapose it against what bruce was like in the 80s and early 90s and when you factor in morrison��s desire to use bruce to create a statement about the military-industrial complex i think it was sort of the final nail in the coffin. we’ve doomed him to a set of qualities that doesn’t actually stem from who he was to begin with it’s quite depressing

#like it’s genuinely hysterical how the big dilemma for bruce in the 80s was being fearful of his own right to dick and jason #he didn’t bother dick too much when he did titans stuff bc he didn’t want to overimpozd #*overimpose. and that was such a big issue that it made dick feel like bruce didn’t want/trust him #so to take that problem bruce has with letting people go out of a fear of stifling them #and subsequently turning him into a controlling and outright proactive abusive figure instead is utterly bleak #outbox

[superbattrash]

My head keeps conjuring situations in which Bruce and Clark have either been apart for a long time or thought the other was dead and then finally meet...but I don't know how to write it or anything...if you could. Thank you! (or not, in that case, I'm just sending you the image of them locking teary eyes and running towards each other in disbelief before hugging so tight Bruce's bones almost snap)

Hi sweetheart! Thank you for that amazing mental image, it made my brain fall down a well. I have no idea what happened here. I had a simple conversation with @broosepayne (thank you, broose) about this prompt and uh, yea. oh man this got sappy at the end I apologize

Beware of very much angry and out-of-control Superman - he doesn't kill anyone, spoiler alert, don't worry. Stay tuned for that other ficlet where they haven't seen each other in a while, I guess? uwu

The air is buzzing with charged energy.

Clark can’t see, he can’t hear. He can barely breathe. In reality he’s doing all of those things, but nothing registers in his mind. Nothing. Which is what is echoing inside his head. There’s nothing, nothing, nothing. Bruce’s heartbeat is gone.

Who fights a supervillain alone? Batman, that’s who. The only person stubborn enough to take on an unknown foe, knowing full well that his usual gadgets won’t work on him. This guy is electric and not figuratively. Clark won’t be surprised if his chosen name is Lightning-Man or something equally stupid like that. He’s not going to ask though, doesn’t have the control to open his mouth. He can’t see, let alone speak from the pure agony tearing at his chest.

He told Bruce to be careful, to stand back, but Bruce never listens – Batman never listens. If he had any superpowers, it would be the ability to never listen to what anyone else tells him. Clark wishes he could be mad at Bruce, yell at him and make sure he knew how his actions were affecting everyone, but especially Clark. He can’t though, because Bruce isn’t here. Bruce’s heart has stopped.  

The silence is overpowering, and Clark feels his eyes burning. He wants to explain it away with the heat rising, ready to explode out of his eyes, but most of it is from the tears he can’t quite keep locked up. He’s shaking, his chest feels tight, too tight. He can’t remember ever feeling this out of control but for once in his life he doesn’t care. This villain will pay. They’ve taken Bruce away from him.

The moment Bruce’s heart stopped, Clark’s did too. Just for a moment and then Clark pulls air into his lung and his heart is beating, faster and desperate in his chest. Bruce doesn’t start up again. The lightning bolt hit him square in the chest and Clark had told him to stand down. The shock on Bruce’s face was clear even through the lenses and with the cowl obscuring most of his face. His mouth fell open, his jaw slack, a strangled sound forcing its way up his throat. It sounded wet and wrong.

It takes Clark less than a second to realize that Bruce isn’t getting up. He stares and stares and waits for that strong, steady heartbeat to start up again. But it doesn’t. His ears start ringing, every other sound reduced to mutters and echoes. It’s all muffled as Clark feels the breath in his throat struggle to pass through.

He screams.

He doesn’t know where the air comes from because he’s sure his lungs are paralyzed, but he screams. It’s full of rage and sorrow and Clark can’t breathe.

He whips his head around to where the villain-of-the-week is standing. He’s also staring at Batman’s body, something akin to stunned surprise on his face. There’s a smile tugging at the corner of his lips and Clark sees red.

Literally.

His heat vision blasts across the street between them and hits the villain directly in the chest. Right where his lightning had his Bruce. He’s wearing some sort of armor, but Clark doesn’t care. He’ll tear through the armor, he’ll beat every last breath out of this pathetic excuse for a human being – because he’s human, Clark can tell even through the haze in his mind. A mere human man in a fancy suit has taken Bruce away from him.

Clark doesn’t even realize he’s started flying before his fist smashes into the villain’s stomach. A sickening sort of crunch is heard and the small part of his brain that is still functioning outside his grief tells him that he just broke three, no four of this guy’s ribs. The realization should horrify him. Superman doesn’t harm like this, he doesn’t injure humans, he doesn’t kill.

But Clark can’t breathe, he can’t see anything, he can’t hear.

His heart is racing in his chest, panic clawing at his throat and he cannot breathe.

Clark screams again, a wounded sound, as he pulls an arm back only to bring it to the villain’s face. He doesn’t feel bones snapping, at least he doesn’t think so, but he honestly isn’t focusing on that. He’s punched the guy several yards down the street and there’s blood running from his nose. Most of the armor seems to be broken already just from one punch, and Clark zeros in on the way the guy’s chest is moving up and down. The way his heart is beating rapidly inside his chest.

He wants to tear it out with his bare hands.

Clark shoots forward and grabs the villain by his collar. The metal crunches underneath his fingertips. Someone with such boring technology stole the life out of Bruce’s chest and Clark is ready to do the same thing to him. Why should he be allowed to live, when Bruce can’t?

Clark pulls back his arm and locks his glowing eyes with the horrified browns of Bruce’s murderer. He wants to see the life leave his eyes, he wants him to suffer, he needs him to die. He took Bruce away; he killed the love of Clark’s life and Clark can’t breathe.

It takes him longer than it should. The sounds are still muffled together, like he’s a human underwater. But he isn’t human, and he isn’t underwater. So when the sound finally filters through the mess in his head, Clark can’t believe he didn’t hear it before.

It’s faint, but it’s there. A rather unsteady thump, thump, thump.

Bruce’s heartbeat.

The villain falls from Clark’s hands with a painful grunt, but Clark doesn’t hear it. He turns around, look at where Bruce had fallen, where he’d died, and there he is. On shaky legs, hand clutching at his own chest, panting and clearly in pain, but alive.

Bruce is alive.

“Bruce,” the name is punched out of Clark’s chest.

He’ll pay for the slip up later, no matter how quiet it was, he knows this, but he would take a thousand of Bruce’s lectures, a million of his patented bat-glares, as long as that means Bruce is alive. Alive and here with Clark.

It takes him less than a second to be at Bruce’s side. He reaches out a hand to clasp at Bruce’s shoulder, as gently as he dares. He searches for his eyes and curses those damn lenses and curses Bruce for lining his cowl with lead. Clark needs to look at him, properly look at him.

How is he still alive? Clark heard his heart stutter and then stop. He waited for at least forty seconds before he turned to the villain. He would’ve heard if anyone had performed CPR on Bruce. Wouldn’t he?

“’m okay,” Bruce says, whispers, breathes out. His voice is so soft, so small and Clark can barely keep the tears at bay. There’s a stutter, a hesitation somewhat in Bruce’s heartbeat, like it’s exhausted and a little bruised, but still beating. Still breathing. Still sounding strong in Clark’s ears.

Clark can’t help himself. He knows he’s not supposed to mix their private and professional lives, but the relief he feels is overwhelming and he pulls Bruce into his arms gently.

It says something about how exhausted he is that Bruce lets him. And not only that but after a brief second Bruce’s arms come up around him and grab at his back. Bruce’s gloved hands claw at his cape as he buries his head in Clark’s shoulder. They stand there for a few moments, just breathing. Because Clark can breathe again.

Bruce lifts his head and then his entire body freezes. Clark realizes suddenly what Bruce is seeing. What he’s just done. What he was about to do.

“What the hell did you do?” Bruce asks. He sounds more surprised than angry, but Clark knows the anger will come soon enough. He should be angry.

Superman can never lose control, not like this, not against a mortal human. There is no excuse. Except for Clark there will always be that one exception. That exception is Bruce. No, he doesn’t want to kill anyone, realizes belatedly that he would’ve regretted it the second he’d taken the man’s life. That doesn’t mean he will deny his feelings for Bruce being strong enough for him to lose control.

Bruce is right, of course. Superman cannot lose control.

Superman didn’t. Clark Kent did.

“I, uh,” Clark swallows and then licks his lips. “I got upset.”

“I can see that,” Bruce says, his voice level and very calm. He hasn’t moved away from Clark’s embrace, which is a testimony to how awful he must feel. Batman usually doesn’t hand out a lot of hugs. Not in public anyway. “Is he still alive?”

“…yes.” Clark can hear both his heartbeat and his grunts of pain. Oh, his breathing does sound a little ragged. He shouldn’t have lost his temper like that. Easy to say after the fact, of course.

“For how much longer?” Bruce asks and finally steps back, out of the circle of Clark’s arms. Even through the cowl, Clark knows he’s raising an eyebrow at him.

“I didn’t mean to–” He tries.

“I know, you idiot, but you did,” Bruce interrupts. His tone isn’t blaming, which Clark finds odd, but it is harder than the first few sentences Bruce has been able to force out of his mouth. He’s still out of breath. “Get him to a hospital.”

“What about you?” Clark frowns. There’s no way he will waste time on the guy who nearly killed Bruce– But yes, of course he should. He’s here as Superman, not Bruce’s partner.

“I’ll be fine, just make sure he’s alright.”

“B–”

“Now, Superman.”

There’s no room for argument and Clark sighs. He knows he should trust Bruce, and he does, but this is different. His heart stopped. Still, he can’t very well let the villain bleed to death just because he’s angry. So he nods at Bruce and in the blink of an eye he’s scooped the lightning-man up and is halfway to the nearest hospital. He doesn’t apologize, he doesn’t speak, but he doesn’t have to. The guy is shaking so bad that Clark knows any and all apologies he could come up with would slide off his shoulders. He’s terrified. Clark feels guilt burn in his chest. He should know better.

Clark barely drops him off in front of the hospital before he’s flying to the manor. Even if Bruce isn’t back yet, it’s safer to wait for him there than to try and find him on the streets of Gotham. Not for a single second has Clark stopped listening to Bruce’s heart. He knows it’s silly, but he can’t help it. He needs to hear it and preferably closer than with half a city between them.

Bruce arrives maybe half a minute before Clark does. He’s barely out of the car, his movements stiff and painful, but Clark knows better than to offer him a hand. He’s close though, because of the way Bruce sighs deeply when he sits down in the chair at his desk. It’s not like him to let anyone see him so exhausted. Clark steps closer but doesn’t say anything. He knows they need to talk, but for now he just closes his eyes and focuses on the beat of Bruce’s heart. It’s better like this, closer.

“What happened?” Bruce eventually asks.

“There was–” Clark tries. He sighs and opens his eyes. Bruce is staring intensely at him. When did he remove his cowl? Clark really should practice filtering out the outside sounds only, not everything that isn’t the steady thump coming from Bruce’s chest. He knows he usually doesn’t have issues with it, so perhaps he’ll cut himself some slack this time. His knees feel suddenly weak as he recalls the complete silence coming off of Bruce’s still body. He kneels next to the chair, grabbing the armrest tightly. It creaks in protest.

“There was just nothing, Bruce. I couldn’t hear you at all. There was just– nothing.”

“Hey,” Bruce coos, and it should worry Clark how softly he’s speaking. He must really look a mess if Bruce can’t even scold him properly. “I’m here. Listen,” he says as he grabs Clark’s hand. He presses it against his chest. “I’m right here, I’m fine.”

The soft thump in his fingertips is Clark’s own, but beneath that, beneath Bruce’s thick suit and his under armor beats his heart, strong as ever. It doesn’t sound struggling or weak anymore and Clark sighs again.

“There’s AED in the suit,” Bruce says quietly, never moving Clark’s hand. “It reacts if my heart is irregular, or it stops. It’s the same power source as my safety measures in the cowl. Do you understand?”

“It’s safe,” Clark whispers. “You’re safe.”

“I am,” Bruce agrees. “Does this sound like nothing?” He deliberately breathes louder, presses Clark’s hand tighter to his chest. “Does this feel like nothing?” He wraps his hand tighter around Clark’s wrist.

“No,” Clark breathes. “No, it’s something.”

“It’s always something,” Bruce says with a small smile. It’s a twist of his usual ‘it’s always something with you, Kent’ speech. “I’m here, I’m okay.”

Clark leans his head against Bruce’s shoulder. He stays there for a long time and Bruce lets him. Lets him carry him to bed later, too. Lets him kiss and caress every part of Bruce until they’re both exhausted. Until Clark finally calms down. Because there’s not nothing anymore. There is Bruce.

#misha writes #what the heck happened here #superbat #superbat fanfiction #superbat fic #Superman/Batman #superman x batman #clark kent x bruce wayne #clark kent/bruce wayne #misha answers

[knightwar]

how does broose handle the damian reveal

Hi. I’m still trying to figure out the exact timeline I’m going this time around but for me, realistically, this Broose would be a lot better equipped to handle Damian. And I think that’s more credit to the Alfred and Bruce relationship as its written in this verse.

Alfred still can’t stop Bruce when he’s got a dumb idea in his head but he brings a lot of sense and reason to Bruce’s nonsense. And that ostensibly, this or my Bruce is written with so much Father energy that I think he’d be more equipped to handle emotionally the task of having a surprised child than the comics. 

And I think its also because at least my Bruce hasn’t gone through the whole traumatic and unnecessary event of the whole Crisis event that adds further turmoil to the relationship. This bruce just hasn’t had those universe breaking moments. He’s just some guy fighting bad guys in Gotham and maybe around the world but that’s it. 

So him finding out he’s had this child all along is more of a gift than what some comic writers might try to write as a burden. Because here is a man that is more in tune with his mortality more than ever, and understand what he might lose at any point and is not willing to squander it. Not anymore. 

So I think it’ would be a fascinating venture trying to see him be the good father and actually more equipped to handle the kind of life Damian has had to come out of before they meet.

#stonefoxy #batsignal. #meta. #AHH idk if this makes sense!!! #i'm genuinely still trying to figure out everything lol

[dracaelus]

today i'll be drawing my man broose back when he was my boy broose and no one can stop me

#he's reminding me of val kilmer batman #from batman forever #batman #bruce wayne

[firebird-inkheart]

Between Lyrics, I Think Of You

Pairing: the idea of us Word Count: 1580 a/n: brought to you by the brellen playlist, filled with over three hours of pining, yearning, and grounds for silly conversations. Also chatfics? In my writitng? It’s more likely than you think.

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He had never intended to contact her. Not initially, anyway. Observation from a distance was far more comfortable (defensible) and tactical (easier to avoid) than striking up a conversation (never mind the fact that small talk was the absolute bane of his existence).

Then again, that’s also what Bruce had told himself when he had first confronted her as the Batman. 

Did that make him hypocritical or just unintentionally contradicting?

(If he asked her she would probably say it made him complex. And he supposed that was true as well.)

It was, more consistently than he’d like, the observation part that caught him. He wasn’t really sure when he had become aware of it, perhaps it was something that had always been with him, but Bruce knew that with observation came a compulsion. (Find the relevant information, mark it, keep tabs, review the encounter, rewind the footage, rewind the footage, rewind the footage, rewind―) It was easy, like slipping into his favorite shirt. (But not healthy.)

And in the midst of one compulsion, another would slip in under the radar, poking and prodding at his need to know. To reach out. To talk. 

(Because beneath all the iron walls and layers of solitude he brandished in the name of self defense, he was a creature that craved contact more than anything.)

Which is how he found himself staring at the dimmed screen of his phone, waiting for the bouncing ellipses to settle and be replaced with a solid reply. 

ellen: How bout starting a new round?

b: category?

After many conversations, or rather, as a conversation between conversations, this had become something of a game. Ellen had started it by recommending a song, and he in turn gave one of his own. From there they continued to bounce off each other. It was surprisingly informative. (And perhaps just a little entertaining.)

ellen: We haven’t done love songs yet, I don’t think

He made a face.

ellen: Doesn’t have to be poppy romance you goof

b: i didn’t even say anything

ellen: Sure, and you totally didn’t make a face when I suggested romance

b: i didn’t

ellen: Uh-huh, and I’m the tooth fairy. Pay up

b: you first

He huffed, just a slight breath, and leaned back in his seat.

ellen: Into the Night, Santana ft. Chad Kroeger

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Ellen knew exactly what Bruce would focus on long before she had sent the song, and broke out in a gleeful little cackle when he delivered.

Broose: i should ban you from submitting anything nickelback adjacent or otherwise

E: HA! As if you could stop me 

E: Nickelback is love, Nickelback is life

Broose: not

Broose: they’re a terrible band

E: That’s what you always say, but you know damn well as soon as How You Remind Me comes on then you’ll be putting in a lot of effort to sing along with a band that’s allegedly terrible

Broose: that was one time

E: One time’s all it takes to never live something down <3

She couldn’t stop the rush of heat that flooded her entire head no matter how hard she wished she could. Being casual with Bruce was still something of an embarrassing experience. Being casual enough to tease him in her usual manner was just downright flustering. No matter how much she told herself he was just another human being, there was still a tiny bit of awed novelty that would scream at her that she was talking to Bruce Wayne, famous recluse of a billionaire, so she better not screw this up and give him the wrong impression dammit!

E: Your turn

Broose: through glass hands like houses

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His eyes kept sliding back to the heart emote. Parsing out tone from text wasn’t easy. Part of that was his fault. He hardly ever communicated via― Okay, scratch that, he just hardly ever communicated. So the first time when Ellen had sent a message with a heart, he maybe, sort of freaked out a little. That had been an intense couple of hours spent pouring over previous conversations in an attempt to find where he might have gone wrong and given her some kind of... flirty impression. It had only been after a few more texts of similar nature that Bruce finally realized she was teasing him.

Still, anytime he saw the emote it made something in him a bit jittery. (And what was more, he kind of liked it.)

ellen: Oh that one’s a good one!!

A bit of warmth accompanied the jittering. 

ellen: Someone To Stay, Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Not recognizing the song, Bruce quickly switched apps to look it up. He couldn’t say that the slow ambience and breathy vocalization was really his thing, but there was a longing in the drawn out lyrics that held him in place. Tired, hesitant, hopeful. And beneath it all, lonely. So terribly lonely. (And he wondered what lyrics resonated with her the most; if the same words that haunted him haunted her as well.)

b: melancholic for a love song

The ellipses appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. 

ellen: That’s what makes it so appealing, I think

His fingers twitched, hovering above the keyboard, but he didn’t know what to say.

So instead he focused on the game.

b: your guardian angel red jumpsuit apparatus

(Maybe he did know what to say after all.)

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She knew the song, but that didn’t stop her from looking up the lyrics anyway. Someone To Stay still echoed in her mind, a question from the weary and the broken, and in the new song was the answer. 

‘Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?’

‘I will never let you fall, I’ll stand up with you forever.’

Had he done that on purpose? Or was she the only one that seemed to read too much into these lyrics?

Ellen couldn’t bring herself to ask. It was silly of her to think there might be something more anyway.

But maybe, if she was wrong....

E: Let Love In, Goo Goo Dolls

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b: not iris?

Bruce frowned at his own response, wondering if the two words had the right amount of inflection in them to let her know he was also capable of teasing. (There was no way in hell he’d ever use an emote like a heart. She’d probably think it creepy coming from him.)

Thankfully, Ellen was better at reading tone than him.

ellen: Nah. Figured too much sap would make your edginess combust :P

A very light snort escaped him. 

b: you underestimate my power

He switched to the other app to look up her recommend. The message notification popped up and he quickly pulled it down.

ellen: Only because I have the high ground

The corner of his mouth twitched briefly before he returned to his other task. Icy blues skimmed the lyrics. Then (much more intensely) skimmed them again. The same ones jumped out at him again and again.

‘And now I’m banging on the door of an angel The end of fear is where we begin The moment we decide to let love in.’

It was almost like a reply to his last song.

Unless he was reading too much into it?

(He couldn’t ask. Couldn’t assume. Yet that meant nothing to the spark that hoped.)

Bruce closed the app, forcing himself to ignore the heat accumulating around his collar, and returned to the conversation.

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Broose: ill have you know that i actually like that song

Ellen blinked. Well that was certainly unexpected.

E: Really?

Broose: its hard to explain why

Broose: but yeah

Broose: really

She glanced up, tracing the lines on the ceiling. It was so easy to visualize the lyrics to this song, and already she had quietly begun humming it. 

And she understood. Or at least, she hoped she did. It was a love song. But it was wistful and heartbreaking in its desire to be perceived by the only person that mattered.

Bruce didn’t want the world to see him. They already didn’t understand him, and she was certain they never had. She wasn’t even sure she understood him and yet...

And yet he still seemed to want to talk to her.

Heat pooled in her chest.

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ellen: Have you heard Diamante and Breaking Benjamin’s cover for it?

b: no

b: but ill look it up

Bruce rubbed his knuckles against his sternum. The jittering had come back. (It had been there for awhile, but there was the handy power of selectively ignoring things that he probably abused at this point working in his favor.)

ellen: Wonder if I could set up a petition to get Nickelback to cover Iris

The sound that escaped him was sudden and jarring. Not quite a laugh, somewhere near a bark; short and sharp and rough around the edges. He pressed a hand against his mouth before he could do it again. 

b: that’s sacrilege 

His shoulders were trembling.

b: nickelback privileges revoked

ellen: On whose authority?

b: mine

b: nickelback ban effective immediately

ellen: Oh you know what just for that

A link appeared. He knew exactly what it was.

(He clicked on it anyway.)

A new notification appeared as the riff of a guitar slowly faded in.

ellen: In the words of Nickelback, this means war <3

He pressed his hand more firmly against his mouth. 

b: try me

ellen: Gladly

(It couldn’t stop the faint rise of a smile even if he wanted it to.)

#scribe's work #self ship community #self shipping community #cornerstone of brellen core: love is stored in the arguments about nickelback #the idea of us #f/o; Bruce #{you're moonlight kissed: Ellen Ritchie} #*italian gesture* #it's about the pre-relationship pining #i'm allowed to make my broody f/o laugh #as a treat

[riskfallings]

‘ dEspitE yOuR cONsTaNt MocKerY ~ ’  ❜ for broose 💕

“ Are you naturally this annoying or does it take practice-? “ he mocked again with a sarcastic venom to his voice. “ I —- well , we - don’t have time for this .. unless you want to die in here too Quinn.”

“ Now stop — and tell me codes you believe The Joker might have used, you used to work with him.. you know him best.” He reminded her, “ Unless you want me to do this the hard way.”

#( 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ! ) #( batman; bruce wayne ) #( batman & harley ) #( never a peaceful day in Gotham )

[poisonseed12]

@broosepayne took over my dash and I'm grateful for it. Have some batblobs. He's oddly therapeutic to draw.

#batman #the batman #bruce wayne #robin #dick grayson #dc comics #fanart #my art #batblob #batfam #how am I bored and have time to doodle when I have impending exams #broose stop

[perenians]

Favorite topic: Wayne kids growing taller than Bruce, all the kids without exception.

his joints are busted nine ways to hell, so. very possible! or, well. more possible than if he didn’t moonlight as batman. at the very least his back is completely fucked because of knightfall. he might not really be able to get up? move? oh man. how is he alive

#using @broosepayne’s tag cause honestly. #broose stop #bruce wayne #asks

[crimefightrmoved]

Doe iit ever drive you crazy... how broose's biggest problem is accepting that some deaths really just happen? Like he understands it but on such a fundamental level, he really doesn't. Otherwise why would a boy promise on his parents grave to stop this from happening to any other child again? to be so defined by loss that its hard for him to fathom that sometimes you just lose people beyond your control?

#idk why it's been stuck in my head all day at work #but now I can lie down #tbt. #death mention tw