#bruz3r

[pu1itzer]

❛ let me guess , you're corporate's idea of a joke ? ❜ she looks past him , rolling her eyes . she's looking for that nerd she loves . something about someone important . ❛ have you seen a guy who wears too much flannel ? wonky glasses ? ten minutes i've been stood waiting . " stay here , lois . i'll be five minutes , lois . " yeah , looks like i'm the loser here . ❜ so much for that promised getaway to the monster truck rally , thanks smallville . now she's stuck with mr corporate who does not smile .

@bruz3r liked for a small starter .

#bruz3r #⸻ ARC : SOMEBODY SAVE ME ( smallville ) . #she clocked him #wig snatched

[masquenoire]

Slaps a bat sticker right across his mask and dips out.

Oh, Batman just not just do what he thought he did. Roman had braced himself for a punch, to wake up in custody and await the arrival of his lawyer as per usual but this time, Batman had done... something else. He'd touched him, Roman had felt that, but whether it was to fake him out or get him to stop yelling for all of two seconds had worked and Roman was steaming mad about it. "You wanna fight? You wanna fight some more, Bats!? Come back and take these cuffs off, you f-" He descends into an unintelligible rant of English, Italian and curse words in every language he knew of as the GCPD guards assigned to him struggle to keep him from flying off after the now out-of-sight vigilante despite already being in handcuffs, and none the wiser as to the bat-shaped sticker now plastered proudly on his face.

#bruz3r #Sorry this took a moment to answer I have been busy these last couple of days! #Fucking SCREAMED when I got this ask from you btw #I'm sorry it's a little short but I just think it would be so funny that Roman has no idea there's a sticker on his face #Facial nerves are a bit fried underneath all that burnt flesh and mask material you know? #People are going to be snickering at the sticker and he's just going get madder and madder about it lol

[defyxoblivion]

"Son, please control your dong."

@bruz3r

Nick just smiles sheepishly, bowled over after getting socked in the gut by a guy he had ghosted after screwing around with. Sure he could block it, but his unmasked persona was a dilettante not a deadly martial artist.

A pained wheeze. “Worth it.

#bruz3r #answers #v the path that leads to victory

[p9rrs]

❛ Fuck you, if I can't have us!! ❜

@bruz3r

#LOVE THE BAT/CAT ALBUM #bruz3r

[sforhope]

. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock

He is there, BATHING in the yellow sun’s radiations, too close to it for anyone else to live, they would have DISSIPATED far before reaching such proximity. Eyes closed, but the rest of his senses are alert, he knows his team- his friends down there are struggling, are buying him enough time to supercharge, an idea he does not discuss thoroughly with their leader; there is no luxury of time to do so anyway, but fortunately, they trust him. 

Little did he know of the consequences of such action, but did he really care?

Eyes open in an instant, glowing, almost blinding for another’s eyes. He doesn’t hesitate for even a split second before returning back to earth. It’s a TERRIFYING scene for those not used to it, like a GOD descending to take vengeance with its own hands! He is swift when he scans the surroundings, calculating casualties: a little more later than this and there would have been worse numbers. His jaw clenches before gaze settles onto the THREAT ahead, the distance between them nil in an instant, his hand grips them by their huge neck, an alien, just like him, the trip back up is even faster than his arrival, taking them with him. He could feel the energy building, ready to BURST. He can’t take chances on earth, his second home. 

The skies SHAKE and turn in colors, like the wrath of god has struck it!  

It is nothing seen before, the threat’s body DISSIPATING, turning to dust before nothing. He saves them, again. The consequences of such victory are almost immediate, he feels DRAINED, like a battery in need of charging, his consciousness fading as his body descends back to earth. Luck saves him this time, his suit as long as the still vanishing remnants of power prevent a certain death— 

Death? From falling? Pfft, but that’s Superman! 

Little did anyone know the price of such a powerful, almost godly attack, is a trip down to being stripped of this crown he never chose to wear, becoming practically human now, not only in soul as he always has been, but in body and strength. 

He lies there on the rocky ground, barely anything covering his form, slowly bleeding and unconscious. He is at his team’s mercy. 

@bruz3r plotted starter

#bruz3r #s–– the phantom zone // undetermined verse #[tadaaa] #[bruce! fIX HIM!] #[also why every time i write him i feel like i need to read more andbsbsbshsbs sorry bby boi im trying to do u justice i swear!]

[ataviisms]

even batman can't resist waylon's crocodile rizz

#bruz3r

[plasmablasts]

"Yes, I believe in mutant rights. Do you want a sticker?"

His earlier question had been laced with humor, a shield in case the prompt went south. All things considered, everything he had read about Bruce Wayne had pointed towards the man being a true ally of his kind and yet Alex stood on the side of weariness, too many rich socialites had funded operations and weapons that brought his species to the brink of extinction too many times, too many murders, too many crimes, too many dead friends, caution was all he could afford.

After a few admittedly awkward moments, Alex nods, lips curving along a stubbly face as he steps forward, brandishing the left side of his chest. "Alright, Mr. Wayne. Want to stick it on me? First time in Gotham, might as well get into the festivities."

#bruz3r #alex thinks batman is cool secretly #he vibes with the black attire #/ and muscles / #but bruce doesn't need to know that nor does alex need to know he's talking to / the batman /

[heroing]

@bruz3r tim & bruce

water drips onto concrete. waves lap against the dock outside. the only other sounds are the soft rustle of a cape and cat-quiet boot steps. the air smells of seawater and sewage and tim makes a face as he weaves through half-rotted boxes of long-abandoned cargo. 

empty. the whole damn warehouse. there should be something here. some sign of the operation he was sure was here. somehow, his marks found out he was nosing around their business and cleared out. hours of reconnaissance wasted. 

he taps his earpiece. “nothing here, b. anything on your side?” 

not waiting for a response, he walks closer to the large, empty shipping containers right next to the large bay doors that open onto the harbor. the doors on the containers swing open at the lightest tug but there’s nothing exciting inside. more abandoned cargo paired with evidence that the houseless once used this as a shelter from the terrible gotham weather. 

the sound of boots on gravel interrupt him as he opens the third container. he starts to turn. “hey, b, did you he一” 

the last thing he sees is a bat swinging toward his head before his world explodes into pain and goes dark.

#► in character ( tim ) #bruz3r #figure starting right before a capture is good? #was torn between this and a fight but i think an ambush works good

[stainedpast]

His relentless search for information and leads on those who dared take his family away so BRUTALLY has lead him here. It has been long, but in his mind and heart, it is as fresh as the first time he saw their bodies, the smell of their blood at the memory is reignited, the anger, the need for vengeance, for a reason to such monstrosity. He is taking a risk playing the role of a security guard he has knocked down and hid until he retrieves the intel he needs off the device there. He scrolls, scrolls, scrolls— Click! Yes, that’s it! He just needs the names. Maybe the excitement of a near-success turns him deaf to the steps behind, or maybe they are just light on their feet, but he is caught as he returns the clothes to their rightful owner after getting into his, and it startles him. Yes, it is not only excitement that has made his heart RACE, it is the worry of getting caught, the area filled with high security measures he won’t be able to run just like that, and getting caught here is the last thing he needs now. ❝ You must have passed your audiometry test with flying colors- or numbers, or whatever, to be able to hear a normal heartbeat. ❞ Humor, it is his way of dealing with this situation now, keeping it casual even when he recognizes the character in front of him. Maybe, just maybe he is lucky enough they did not witness the snoozing body behind the door.

@bruz3r : “I can hear your heartbeat from here.” - @ Klaus maybe | accepting

#ic: klaus klotzmann #bruz3r #[hkhv thanks for this! been so excited to write with u!!] #[also lemme know if anything needs editing! i had so many versions lol #and i tried to leave it open for u to choose wether he is brucie or bats in this!]

[pu1itzer]

a typical day at the daily planet ... cat grant : so someone is getting a makeover today... clark what about you ? are you prepared to take your shirt off ? clark : under no circumstance should a man strip off his clothes in this office ! lois & bruce in perfect unison : SHUT UP , CLARK ! clark : 👁️ 👄 👁️

#tbd . #i just know it happened #i'm watching the office and i can totally see this #bruz3r #i know u will appreciate this

[masquenoire]

Smash or Pass + bruce wayne :)

Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Bruce Wayne?? Hell no, hard pass on that dumbass playboy!" Roman spat, thumping the table hard. He wasn't just annoyed; Roman was seething, the name of his childhood nemesis already putting him in a spectacularly bad mood. Bruce goddamn Wayne, darling of the media for... what exactly, being born to rich parents?? "Maybe it's different when you've known him for as long as I have. Knew him ever since we were both kids and if anything he got dumber over the years. To his credit he knows a great pair of tits when the ladies come to rub them in his face during those fancy galas but that's about it. Pass."

#bruz3r #memes ;; smash or pass #Oof writing on Roman feels really janky #On the plus side I laughed so hard getting Bruce first! #You just know Roman loved that :') #Dislikes him so much he said pass twice #C'mon Roman if only you knew

[fightwing]

He leaves his present wrapped up in front of his apartment door. A simple note scribbled on a card that said, "Happy Birthday, chum. More years to come. - B" And under all that wrapper he'll find a framed picture of him with his parents during their earl circus days. An old one, the grain and age still obvious in the image despite how it ahd been blown up and restored to fit the 16 by 20 ornate frame. :)))

dick could recognize that handwriting from space. blindfolded, the paper burned, nothing to go on but a single letter, dick would know who this was from. he gives a happy kind of sigh, the weary voice of a son who insisted he didn't need presents vs. the caring persistence of a father who wanted to anyway. dick holds the present til he's inside, unwrapping it unusually gently until he sees his own face reflected back at him. it's been years --- so many they blend together and he starts to question his own memories and yet even still, when dick brings a shaky hand to trace his mother's face he realizes his vision is blurry with tears. he hadn't gotten to keep much of anything after that night, and so much had been lost since then but THIS? this was priceless. a quality so thoughtful he could see his mom's laugh lines, and the way his dad used to smile for pictures. it was a memory so distant he thought he'd never see it again, and strikingly, so like b to have worked so hard to find it. it takes some time. from the initial opening of the gift to being able to see properly without testing the 'waterproof' listing of his phone, but eventually he's able to open his texts and send a simple 'thank you.' that could never carry the kind of weight he needs it to. maybe he'll just have to visit home sooner rather than later... 'room for one more at the manor this weekend?'

#bruz3r #😭😭😭 YOU ARE GETTING BLOCKED #screaming crying throwing things #bruce SO WOULD too like dick has such a hard time finding old stuff from the circus #and im sure bruce does too so the fact he still does all because he loves that lil acrobat #i love dad & son :''''') #* answered !

[p9rrs]

❛ He's not you. ❜

Clark's not you, Bruce. Her husband isn't you.

Meant as compliment or a dagger to his heart? Funny, how when it's Selina talking, that it always sounds like a little of both.

@bruz3r

#bruz3r #i'm about to take this in several wild directions you're not ready for

[normaltothemax]

@bruz3r from here

She sits there silently, stunned for a moment at the mental image that question creates. The Batman, staring down a mugger, lips pulling in a slow smile that’s all teeth. A smile that promises nothing good. It’d been all fun and games until he made it all too real.

She shivers, and not just for effect, this time, shakes herself out with a distressed noise.

“Nope. I retract my statement. That is a horrifying image. Batman’s not allowed to smile anymore, I’m banning it.”

#bruz3r #✦ ic: max parker #✦ verse: a bug in the system (max parker) #max said no more smiling for you #bruce you are grounded

[detectivewoof]

@bruz3r || sc!~

This was a pretty nice reminder to why he should’ve gone anywhere else for a short vacation. 

Exploring transfer options? Probably not the wisest option. Exploring transfer options in big cities he had always heard were about as bad as bad could get? Probably even worse. The beast was overwhelmed, but at least he wasn’t trying to claw out so... that was good. Maybe. The whole part about getting jumped was another. 

Honestly, Manny probably shouldn’t have stepped in between the girl. Sentiment be damned, apparently. And his jaw. 

“Hrrrk--fuck me...” He wasn’t sure what had happened between getting clocked and hitting the floor, but he was aware of the much more imposing presence even as he sat rather slumped to try and stop the floor from spinning. Hard to ignore, the kevlar smell was pretty strong for him. “... She get away at least?” 

#bruz3r #case by case «¤» ( main #reporting currently «¤» ( in character #when ur sentiment wins but you still lose

[sforhope]

. It certainly has been a long day, ALIENS -just like himself- have been taking leisure in bringing HORROR to the people of earth, a one he considers home despite the echoes of voices telling him otherwise, an outsider. He earns his rest, head lying on the arm of the sofa that provides his body with comfort, cape wrinkled beneath him, a hand to his chest while the other dangles off the edge, he is still wearing his suit, the iconic red and blue. He hears the footsteps, ever so light, hears the steady heartbeat, and he knows who is approaching: Bruce. The distance closes, their scent is stronger as they bend to place the gentlest of kisses upon his forehead. He doesn’t fight the smile that creeps to his features, eyes still closed in comfort, taking in the relaxing feeling of their lips pressed against his skin. A moment, and then a hand reaches for the back of their neck, a message preventing them from leaving so soon, it slides gently, caressing every inch his fingertips meet until it reaches their cheek, blue hues visible as his eyelids lift. They could both share a million words with none, eyes speaking to each other in languages only they know. 

@bruz3r : A smooch to his forehead while he rests.

#s–– fortress of solitude // answers #bruz3r #[no im not crying over these two! YOU ARE !]