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cardcaptorsakura96 · 11 days

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Taxes, Taxes, Taxes- Chapter 27

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor, Ruby Arias, Oliver Queen, John Stewart, Diana Prince, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen, J'onn J'onnz, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Cat Grant, Lucy Lane, Damian Wayne, Felicity Smoak, Streaky the Supercat, Martha Kent, Selina Kyle, Talia Al Ghul, Lucius Fox, Maggie Sawyer, Alex Danvers, Jason Todd, Otis Graves, Lex Luthor

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26

Kara stretched while sitting on the sofa in the living room of Wayne Manor. She was currently sitting next to Barry while Diana, Bruce, and Oliver sat on the chairs opposite of them.

Barry yawned and said, “I am kind of surprised that Damian wasn’t the first one here. He seemed really excited about the prospect of playing.”

“I can assure you I have been here the entire time Flash.”

Barry yelped as Damian suddenly appeared behind Barry.

After catching his breath, Barry turned around to Damian, frowned and asked, “Where the hell did you come from?”

Damian smirked and said, “Don’t be mad that you didn’t suspect my presence.” Damian patted Flash on the back and said, “Maybe if you are nice I can give you pointers on stealth.”

Barry rolled her eyes while Kara chuckled.

“You have the stealth thing down Damian. I was barely able to detect your heartbeat which I am not sure if that is something I should be amazed or worry about,” said Kara.

Damian smirked and said, “One day I will surprise you Supergirl.”

Kara smirked and said, “I look forward to the challenge.”

Damian turned to his father and asked, “Father, did Drake, Todd, or Grayson say when they will be here?”

Bruce nodded and said, “They just finished up a mission and will be here in about 15 minutes. Why?”

Damian smirked and said, “It will give Supergirl, Flash, and me a chance to talk about strategy. I see that you brought the heavy hitters with you, but I suggest you take the time we have to do the same.” Damian turned towards Kara and Flash and said, “Come. We have much to discuss.”

Diana and Oliver stared at the trio startled as Kara and Barry shrugged their shoulders and followed Damian out of the living room.

Oliver turned to Bruce as with a raised eyebrow and said, “When you told me about this, you said it would be a nice game of paintball. Why do I have a feeling now that it will be something similar to war games?”

Bruce sighed and said, “Knowing Damian it is or it could be a dig at the fact that I have lost every game night since we started this about a month or two ago.”

Oliver bursted out laughing and asked, “Wait….you’re telling me….the great detective….hasn’t won anything yet. You can’t be serious.”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and said, “Please don’t make me regret asking you to come tonight.”

Oliver wiped a tear from his eye and said, “I’m sorry. I just didn’t see that coming is all.”

Diana chuckled while patting Bruce on the back and said, “Don’t worry. We will make sure that this isn’t another losing streak for you.”

Bruce leaned back into his chair, sighed, and said, “I hope so.”

*****

Kara and Barry sat on Damian’s bed as they watched Damian go through his wardrobe in search of something.

Barry yawned and asked, “So what is this secret strategy that you want to discuss so badly.”

Damian turned around and carried a box to his bed. He opened the box and smirked while looking at the contents inside.

Barry looked at Damian hesitantly and asked, “Whatever you have inside the box isn’t alive, is it?”

Damian scoffed and said, “You have an overactive imagination, Barry.”

He looked back down in the box, grabbed two gift bags, and handed them to Barry and Kara.

While peeking inside the gift bag, Kara asked, “What are these for?”

Damian smirked and said, “To win, we need to show team spirit. I thought a good start of that was having a team uniform.”

Kara and Barry looked down at the gift bags in surprise. Each gift bag had several clothing items: a black shirt with the words “Worlds Finest” with their logos directly underneath it (Supergirl symbol, lightning symbol, and a bat symbol), a baseball hat with the same imagery as the t-shirt, black pants, and black gym shoes.

Barry looked back up at Damian shocked and said, “These are really nice. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”

Damian looked down while grabbing his uniform from the box and said, “I know I didn’t have to, but we should go in as a united front if doing this. It will help with morale.”

Barry and Kara turned to look at each other and smirked.

Damian frowned and asked, “What is that look for?”

Kara smiled and said, “It is nice to see that you care is all. This is very sweet of you.”

Damian scowled and said, “It isn’t that big of a deal.”

Barry chuckled and said, “Dude, just take the compliment. I know that I will be wearing this a lot after today.”

Damian looked up surprised and asked, “Really?”

Kara chuckled and said, “Of course. I can’t wait to wear it and show it to Lena later.”

Damian looked down while rubbing the back of his neck and said, “I am glad that you guys like the items.”

Damian cleared his throat and said, “Anyways…” He walked over to his nightstand and grabbed out his laptop while Kara and Barry chuckled among themselves. They enjoyed seeing a little vulnerable side to Damian.

As Damian started typing on his laptop, he turned it towards the duo and said, “I found out that we will be playing in the bat cave. I went out and took photos in order to make a 3d rendering of the space. I thought we can discuss which spaces in the cave would give us the best advantage points.”

Barry raised an eyebrow and asked, “Isn’t this supposed to be just a friendly game between peers?”

Damian scowled and asked, “What rock have you been living under? This is a test to prove myself to Father that I can go back into the field. He is trying to make this extra difficult since he requested the assistance of Arrow and the Amazon princess.”

Barry sighed and asked, “Don’t you think you are being a tad bit overdramatic? The more likely reason why he asked Wonder Woman and Green Arrow here today is because Bruce got tired of being in last place all the time.”

Damian gave Barry a deadpan stare.

Barry rolled his eyes and said, “Fine. If you really think this is some conspiracy of people being out to get you, what do you suggest our course of action is?”

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theglidingbat · 1 year

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Ghostbat headcanons because I just can't get enough of them!

I'm a sucker for From strangers-> friends->lovers->enemies->husband's/wives

Anywho

Let's begin with this showw

[also feel free to use these]

• as teens khoa used to be shorter than Bruce but then went through a whole growth spurt,he's only taller than Bruce by four inches but doesn't forget to take advantage of it everytime

•Khoa likes to draw sketches in his free time, I will not elaborate further

•these motherfuckers have a "break day" where once a year they get together to solve a case or just spar with eachother, maybe even go shopping together or fuck with the justice league [Bruce wasn't called vengence for nothing hal he was gonna prank the shit out of him]

•the only one in the JLA aware of ghostmaker is clark Diana and hal, Hal and khoa hooked up once and that's baiscally all the interaction these two had, hal has no idea khoa is Bruce's ex husband [Bruce sulked about it for a month]

•Dick and jason have attempted to murder Khoa

•Bruce has a tiny and grabbable waist [oh wait that's just canon isn't it-]

•Flashpoint!Thomas/Alferd and bruce definitely had that clichè type of fight you see in forbidden love movies about khoa once he got back

•Bruce accidentally ran into khoa's parents when he was saving them from a alien attack, he called khoa after screaming at him about how he didn't tell him his parents were still ALIVE

•icon is somewhat sentient

•Ghostmaker and batman are banned from working together when the kids are around, pretty self explanatory really

•Bruce annoys khoa by sitting on his lap when he's working on a case and talking his ear off, Khoa definitely does not like it at all

•despite what he says khoa is a big cuddler in bed

•Bruce has a sluttier bat suit for whenever he faces off against khoa or when khoa is in town he says it's just for flexibility because ghostmaker is almost as good at fighting as him and he needs to use all his skillsets but almost everyone knows it's bullshit

•Khoa loves to grope and tease bruce at any given opportunity

•They definitely had gay sex in the red car all night long, no one can tell me otherwise they have car-sex alot

•everyone assumes khoa is a bottom, khoa hates it

•everyone assumes bruce is a top, bruce loves it, he however hates it when khoa jumps in to prove otherwise

•Khoa and Talia have slept together, yes they all had a threesome, yes these three should also be together

•Khoa genuinely thought bruce was a cat themed hero at first, he was greatly disppointed

•The rogues go ape-shit meeting ghostmaker because well: "AHA! FINALLY WE GET TO MEET BATMAN'S SUGAR DADDY!!" khoa finds it hilraious, Bruce does not

•no one knows where ghostmaker gets all his money from, no one questions it either [NO SERIOUSLY HOW CAN SOMEONE TELL ME-]

•at first I thought Khoa was some rich prince, he should be a prince

•ghostmaker has a collection of batman themed lingerie that he saved for bruce [bruce does not love it he does NOT]

•bruce bonks khoa's helmet, khoa pulls at his bat ears, they're fighting over who won in mortal combat X

[I've ran out of brain juice for now T T]

I'll be back with more someday-

Or never idk

#bruce wayne #ghostbat #minhkhoa khan #batman #ghostmaker

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redpasserines · 8 months

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Jason and Roy meeting again after Jason’s first death, by yours truly (this is an attempt please don’t yell at me.)

There’s a man, there, in the half light. He’s very tall, broad, dressed like one of those crazy ninjas Dick used to tell him about when he still talked to him.

The dust falls, and Roy remembers, suddenly, a feeling of elation. Standing, part of a Team. Space, the stars. A phone, a single missed call, ringing. And ringing. And ringing. And Roy remembers it all falling down, too, the way that victory slipped from their fingers like sand, like the fine dirt in a dead boy’s hair a planet away. Them standing around Dick’s trembling body and the phone he’s holding onto like a lifeline, a text appearing, very briefly, on the screen. Black letters on white background. The green texting icon. Bruce. Your brother is dead. And Dick’s phone falling down, almost instantly, breaking on the floor, and he’s out of the room faster than Wally’s ever run, and those words will never stop spinning in Roy’s head. Your brother is dead. Your brother is dead. Your brother is dead. Everything fell down. Oliver, Bruce, Clark, Diana, and all of their promises and dreams and hopes that the Titans would be happier, and invincible, and just better than the League. He’d felt like he was at dozens of funerals at the same time. It felt like he was mourning every person he’d ever loved because it had been years until that ever felt possible. Because Robin was Dick, and Dick is ever infaillible; because Robin was magic, and Jason is Robin, and the magic had just evaporated in their hands like smoke.

Except now the magic’s back. It’s like it was all for nothing. Roy’s struck silent, until he gets in the car with him. He sits there in the passenger seat.

“Aren’t.. aren’t you supposed to be dead?” He pauses. He waits, desperately, for an explanation. “I’d, uh, I’d be kind of upset if you faked it.” It’s an admission. Jason glances at him. He looks wrong. Roy can see beyond the magic, now, though. It is Jason.

“Nah, there wasn’t any faking anything. I woke up in my coffin seven months after I died. Stuff happened. Now I’m here.”

Roy just sits there. Blinks. Looks at the dirt road. Clenches and unclenches his fists. The windshield wipers clean the dust from the windows. Out of the corner of his eyes, he looks at Jason. It’s like he’s eighteen again.

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They climb the stairs of an old building that looks like it would fall apart at any moment. Jason pushes open the door, and on the decrepit couch sits another ghost of his past. She looks at him like the last time they saw each other wasn’t years ago. Nothing feels real.

“Hey, Roy. Long time no see.” Kori smiles softly.

Roy looks at Jason, then Kori.

He must look as lost as he feels (nothing feels real) because Kori decides to take pity on him. “I don’t know how much Jason told you.”

Roy stares at her.

“Nothing, I suppose.” She sighs, and side eyes Jason. Jason raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t comment. “Jason found out something. When, well. In the… years between then and now. He trained with people,” and on his right Jason’s jaw tenses, “dangerous people. It doesn’t really matter. Roy, we think, we think- Roy, Lian’s alive.”

Roy breaks out of his shock instantly. Suddenly, blindingly, he’s angry, angry like he hasn’t been in months, lost in a haze like he’s been ever since. “Don’t- don’t.” He doesn’t yell, but it’s a very near thing. He turns around and walk towards the door, until a hand grabs his arm.

“Seriously? We tell you Lian might be alive and you just leave? Aren’t you supposed to be her father?” Jason sneers at him.

Roy almost sends Jason sprawling across the hardwood floor, except Jason got a lot faster in the years Roy hadn’t seen him. Kori stands up.

“ROY! Roy. Please.” She looks at him helplessly, and Roy doesn’t recognize it at first because it’s so unlike the Kori he knew. Helplessness. Maybe that’s what killed them, in the end, helplessness sharpened into the shape of a 4’6” teenager wearing traffic light colored clothes.

“If you’re lying about this, I swear I’ll kill you. If you’re playing a trick-“

“Oh, you think you could take me?”

For a moment, there’s nothing in the world Roy wants more than punch Jason’s smugness off of his face. He settles for a dirty look, however, because Kori is now standing between the both of them, and while he’d been fond of Jason back then, Kori had been a Titan. Whatever it means now, it had meant the whole world back then.

“Roy, we wouldn’t lie to you about this-“ Kori starts.

“If you knew, why didn’t you tell me earlier? Since-“

“Cause of death: head trauma, remember? Leaves its marks, y’know.”

Can’t he ever shut up? “The smoke killed you. The head trauma-“

Kori cuts him off. “He wasn’t in a great, um, head space, I guess, back then. Come on, Roy, we both can understand that. But he’s sure. And even if he didn’t see what he thought he saw…”

“Look, Arsenal. I died.” Jason scoffs. “There were things I was certain about back then. I came back, and it turns out I was just very, very, wrong, about nearly everything. But here’s something that I have been and will always be sure about: you love Lian. That’s just true. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”

Roy can’t let himself hope. Not about this.

Jason must see that in his eyes, because, “Come on, Roy. Unfortunately, out of the thousands of people who would’ve been preferable, it was me that came back. But maybe, just maybe, I’m not the only one who gets to live. Maybe your daughter gets that too.”

Roy can’t breathe.

He can’t even say her name. But he’s also stuck on something else Jason said. Unfortunately. He can’t- he’s looking right in Jason’s eyes, the wrong color but it’s still him, like an awkward instagram filter that badly hides the reality of the original, “When you died, the Titans died too.” It’s the only thing he can say. He can’t talk about Lian. He can barely talk about the Titans. But it’s the best next thing he has to give.

Jason scoffs, and looks to the side. “Nah, man, you guys were already growing up.”

Except it’s not true. Because Jason dying broke something irreparably in Dick, because Jason dying meant Roy knew Lian’s days were numbered as well, because Jason dying got Donna to leave for a while, which means years for Amazons, to “travel”, because Jason dying made Wally go back to Central, to spend nearly all his time there with his family, because Jason dying ripped something out of each of the Titans. Here’s the thing: Roy will always love them. Roy does believe that in every universe, they’ll meet each other, they’ll be a team, the team. Here’s the other thing: they couldn’t go on like before. The Titans were meant to be. But if Jason was meant to die, then the Titans weren’t meant to last. And Jason doesn’t believe him. Jason just stands there, in the fading light, like his death didn’t take basically every superhero Roy knew from before, full of hope and wonder and a symbol of everything good, and made them so, so brittle. It didn’t matter if they did or didn’t know Jason. Roy wants to yell at this man. You were Robin (everyone loved Robin), you were magic (everyone thought you were indestructible), you were (you died. You weren’t supposed to die. Now everyone can die, Superman can die, Wonder Woman can die, Batman can die, because Robin. Has. Died).

#people when Robin dies: 😟#jason todd #roy harper #lian harper #(referenced)#koriand'r #teen titans #and btw I’m not someone who thinks Dick and Roy had a fight or something #I’ve tried to make it pretty clear but the Titans didn’t fall or even grow apart- something terrible happened and it shook them immensely #I think there’s still potential for them reuniting and being close friends again in this piece’s future #Also #bruce wayne #The way he just texted “your brother is dead” ohhh I really get him I think 😭

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 years

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7:37 pm

by crucifixinhell

“I cut eight peoples’ heads off yesterday,” Jason says. “And then I put them in a duffle bag and threw the bag onto a table surrounded by drug dealers.” “Wait, the people went into a duffle bag?" Hal asks. "Or the heads? Because if you can fit eight people in a duffle bag, I suddenly have a lot more questions.” There’s a long moment of silence where Hal is pretty sure Clark’s grip on Bruce’s shoulder is the only reason Hal is still alive. On Hal’s right, Barry drops his head into his hands with an audible thunk.

Words: 1564, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Emergency Line

Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Jason Todd, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: the whole justice league is in the background, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Temporary Character Death, aftermath of the death of a child, the biggest plot hole in this is from canon (aka why did Diana never kill the Joker she would have), Grief/Mourning

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39105213

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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importantcolorbailiffsoul · 1 year

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Jason traveled to another Earth

Clark saw a portal open on his front porch and saw a man in a batsuit the symbol red Clark: Bruce is that you Batman takes his cowl off my name isn't Bruce my is Jason on my world my dad gave me this his son's come out Jordan: dad who's he John: wait is that Clark: Batman how about you come inside and explain he comes in the house Lois sees him come in Clark: what to your dad Jason: Bruce died saving the universe and you Clark Lois: who was it Jason: Darkside he had the hell bat suit him and Clark attacked him Darkside was about to kill Clark but Bruce used all his strength and power to kill Darkside but the cost was his life the heroes of Earth fighting his forces we beat them and destroyed his world Clark brought Bruce back to the hall of Justice time we got there Bruce was gone Clark: I'm so sorry Jason: it took us a long time to grieve he gave me a message he gave me this but I didn't expect it yet I was still Red Hood protecting Gotham Clark: did your family help you Jason: yes Kara helped me to put this on Clark: Kara Kara as in my cousin Supergirl he take his right gauntlet off shows him his ring Lois: Married Jason: yes best decision I made was marrying her Helena was happy she's her aunt Jordan: who's she Jason: my sister and Daughter of Diana and Bruce Clark: Wonder Woman A mom wow Jason: there's alot of things on my world where you would be surprised Lois: Do you have kids with Kara Jason: yeah 2 of them Colin is 2 and Natalie is 3 months old Lois: after my grandma Jason: yes John: what brought you here Jason: I was looking at the devices in the batcave I came across this device I call it a goober it aloud me to travel to different Earth's maybe I can see where Lois: where Bruce is alive Jason: yes when I told my Clark on my Earth about this he said Don't do it it's not right we got into a fight we both said things we didn't mean I just really miss him he was your brother Clark he told you to look after us all before he died Clark: I'm not him but I know he would want you to live your life be what you where meant to be Jason: huh you almost sound just like him he puts his gauntlet and cowl back on he hands a photo to Clark Batman: I fight for them Clark: your family gotten bigger hands it back to him Batman: I better get going I don't want to worry my wife he leaves the house opens a portal Clark: keep being Batman I know your making him proud Batman: thank you Batman steps in goes home.

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batcavescolony · 3 years

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Clark (upon hearing that theirs a batwearing crime boss in Gotham): Bruce did you recently adopt a crime lord?

Bruce: .....I did not recently adopt a crime lord.

Diana: so you didn't adopt a crime lord?

Bruce: I didn't recently adopt a crime lord.

Clark: Bruce did you ever adopt a crime lord?

Bruce: No

Clark+Diana: oh thank-

Bruce: I adopted a child that grew up to be a crime lord.

Clark+Diana: BRUCE

#jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #batman #clark kent #diana prince #kal el #superman #wonder woman #the justice league #clark+diana: WAIT JASONS ALIVE #incorrect justice league #incorrect batfam #batfam #im with roy the 8 heads in a duffle are kinda a thing a crime lord would do #the justice league has a betting pool on when batman will aquire a new child (not limited to adoption)#Hal: BATS GOT A NEW KID PAY UP #Barry: well technically its not a new kid so you dont win #Hal: SHUT UP

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frostbittenbucky · 2 years

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I posted 12,751 times in 2021

924 posts created (7%)

11827 posts reblogged (93%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 12.8 posts.

I added 3,533 tags in 2021

#my post - 937 posts

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#batman - 520 posts

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#dick grayson - 234 posts

#jason todd - 233 posts

#damian wayne - 169 posts

#tim drake - 136 posts

#red hood - 94 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#ace alerts by doing a low whine and nudging with his nose. if that doesn’t work he stands up on his back legs and gets into bruce’s face

My Top Posts in 2021

Ok new fic idea

Bruce gets transported to another dimension where everything is normal. There’s no magic, there’s no vigilantism, no super hero’s

Also his parents are alive

And he’s freaking the absolute fuck out, he’s trying to explain everything and say he’s not suppose to be there and they’re like, “uhhh, let’s call Clark?” And Bruce is like, “YES LETS CALL CLARK”

And Clark and Diana come over and they’re like, “Bruce you good??”

And Bruce is flipping his shit explaining to them, then he smacks the shot out of Clark and everyone is like, “BRUCE WHAT THE FUCK??” And Clark has a nose bleed and Bruce is just standing there freaking out more

Then suddenly he’s like, “where are my children??” And they’re like, “what children? Bruce you have no children?”

And Bruce is like, “My children I adopted! I have 6 kids! 7 of o count Stephanie and I do! WHERES MY KIDS. Talia! Talia I’ll get Talia, she and Ra’s have to understand”

And they’re like, “who????” And Bruce is like, “the mother of my child? The one who got away? We couldn’t agree on certain things. Like not murdering people or taking over the world”

And basically everything is like, “Bruce has lost his shit” meanwhile THAT Bruce is now is the Batman timeline and HES freaking the fuck out. Everyone is freaking the fuck out because that’s not Bruce, and poor Bruce is like, “I’m not ready to be a father??”

But then OUR Bruce is like, “ok I’ll actually prove it” and takes off his shirt and shows all his scars and everyone is like, “holy shit. What is happening?? You’re definitely not Bruce??”

Basically a want all hell to break and Constantine come son and fixes it the end

8858 notes • Posted 2021-09-14 01:48:30 GMT

Sometimes I think the batfam forgets they’re not biologically related (and that’s because my dad was adopted but he’d talk about his adoptive family’s health history, traits and be like ‘yea be on the look out for that. It runs in the family’ like SIR)

Anyway here we go with the post

Tim: [is a short king]

Old gala lady: “aw look at you! Bit on the small side for 17, don’t you think?”

Bruce: “not necessarily, the doctor sai-“

Lady: [pinching Tim’s cheeks] “don’t worry about it, love. You’ll grow up into a fine young man just like your father”

Bruce: “oh, um-“

Tim: [looks hopeful]

Bruce: “yes he will”

Dick: [filling out paperwork for superhero things] “hey Bruce, does diabetes runs in the family?”

Bruce: “uh, not sure. I don’t think so”

Dick: “ok great, what about…heart problems?”

Bruce: [thinks for a moment] “I think my grandfather had a heart attack in his mid fifties, hold on I have records”

They proceeded to spend 20 minutes looking at medical records and histories

Bruce: “wait”

Dick: “what?”

Bruce: “we’re idiots, you’re adopted Dick”

Dick: “… dammit, so what’s my families medical history!”

Jason: [talking with some friends] “yea and I have my dads curly hair, he also started going grey kinda early so that’s probably why I have this white streak”

Roy: “oh nice! Same thing with my red hair. Was your dad tall too?”

Jason: “he is pretty tall, 6’2” I believe. Built like a brick wall too, also a stubborn asshole”

Artemis: “you must be spitting image of him, I wish we could meet him”

Jason: “what? You’ve met Bruce”

Roy: “… aren’t you adopted?”

9282 notes • Posted 2021-07-28 19:09:36 GMT

The shit Bruce has to do to maintain Brucie Wayne literally keeps me up at night. I think about the comic panel where the security guy was like, “check the bathroom, he accidentally locks himself in there sometimes” at least 3 times a day

And on my Bruce Wayne isn’t Batman post I was like, yea he definitely does that shit. Like does he just go about his day, looks at something and goes, “yea, it’s time to be stupid”

33982 notes • Posted 2021-10-02 20:47:52 GMT

I’m so fucking sick of it

Bruce Wayne IS NOT BATMAN!!! Leave the damn man alone! No offense but Bruce Wayne is a fucking idiot

Have any of your seen a single interview with him? The man legitimately didn’t believe narwhals existed

40519 notes • Posted 2021-09-26 23:33:54 GMT

Yo this man is on god mode

When I think of Dick and his acrobatics

This is what comes to mind

58425 notes • Posted 2021-10-08 10:56:25 GMT

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #My post

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iwhumpyou · 3 years

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Ok so we know Jason has met superman and idolises Wonder Woman when he was robin. So maybe he sees them as an aunt and uncle along with a couple of the other leaguers. But then he comes back and he’s murdered several people and he’s the red hood but they don’t know he’s alive. So maybe they try to stop him themselves when he’s gone outside of Gotham for a case? And find out he’s alive and they haven’t been told? Idk I’m just rambling.

Okay, I may make this a longer fic at some point, but the idea of Hood being confronted by Superman was too good to pass up.

~#~#~#~#~#~

Jason really wished that Roy and Kori had stayed. He’d never faced the Justice League without them as a shield - Roy and Oliver fought, but Green Arrow would never let Roy be locked up, and the League still had fond memories of the first Teen Titans and Starfire.

Hood, though, Hood they hated.

Jason wasn’t sure if they were just disgusted by how far he’d fallen, or if it was their protectiveness of Batman, but he could feel the hate directed at him as a sonic boom heralded the advance party.

Unfortunately, the Outlaws had definitely pissed off the JL in their latest couple of missions, and Jason didn’t want Roy and Kori to stay just for his sake. He didn’t want to stay either, but his hands were the only thing keeping Batman’s blood inside his body, where it belonged, so unfortunately he couldn’t get up and leave.

“Red Hood,” Superman said, voice cold, “Get away from him.”

Also unfortunately, Jason had run into Batman on a case outside Gotham, outside the Bats’ jurisdiction, so Batman’s call for help had summoned his superhero buddies instead of Nightwing or the Replacement.

“Not if you want him to live,” Jason replied, glad that the helmet covered his facial expressions.

The only warning he got was the tensing of Superman’s eyes - before Jason could blink, he was flat on his back, staring up into icy blue eyes. He felt like he’d been hit by a train.

Surprise gave way to horror - “Wait,” Jason said, struggling to get up, but Superman’s hands were as unyielding as shackles, “He’s bleeding -”

“He is being taken care of,” Wonder Woman’s boots stepped closer, “Red Hood. You and your Outlaws have been leading us on a merry chase.”

Well, given that they tried to arrest them every time they showed up, of course the Outlaws kept running away.

Jason opened his mouth to make a quippy retort, already resigned to his fate - he didn’t have any Kryptonite, and maybe Roy and Kori would sneak into the Watchtower to break him out later - but was halted by a low, gravelly voice.

“Jason?” Batman - Bruce called out weakly, “Jay?”

Goddamn the man for sounding like that. For pushing Jason out of the way of the blast that had nearly shredded his side. For refusing to be the cold-hearted bastard Jason wanted him to be.

Above him, Superman and Wonder Woman exchanged a look. “Jason!” Bruce called out again, now sounding frantic.

“I’m here!” Jason called out, and hissed as Superman’s arms tightened, “Let up, will you, the boss man wants to see me.”

“Jason!” Supes and Wonder Woman exchanged another look and suddenly, Jason was on his knees at Bruce’s side, arms wrenched painfully behind him.

All of the insta-travel was making his stomach churn.

“I’m here, B, calm down,” Jason snapped, and Bruce’s head weakly twisted towards him. Green Lantern had some green construct pressed to the wound, and Flash had a blood transfusion line set up.

“Jay,” Bruce exhaled slowly, slumping back. He sounded very out of it, Jason needed to ask the Replacement for the cowl footage. “Robin, report.”

Jason felt his stomach twist painfully - in tune to the increased pressure on his arms, Jason had to arch back so his shoulders wouldn’t dislocate - but it wasn’t the first time Bruce had gotten confused and mixed up which of them had the R at present.

“I’m fine, you colossal idiot, you’re the one that decided to play martyr,” Jason snarled, but Bruce had taken the ‘I’m fine’ as permission to slip back into unconsciousness.

Jason narrowed his eyes - typical Bruce - and startled when he realized no one was pinning his arms anymore.

Green Lantern was gaping at him. Flash had frozen still. Wonder Woman looked stunned, which was not an expression he’d ever seen before on her face.

“What?” Jason asked, a little self-conscious.

“You’re not Robin,” Green Lantern pointed out.

Jason very nearly growled - Jason knew that, thank you very much, it was the cornerstone of half his issues - and the voice modulator put the appropriate amount of rage into his words, “Not since a mad clown blew me up, no.”

Now they all looked sick. “Jason?” Wonder Woman asked, disbelieving.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” He briefly calculated the odds of making a run for it now that Bruce was stable and no one was holding him down, but his plans were arrested by Supes appearing in front of him.

“Take off your helmet,” Superman ordered.

“What? Why?”

Superman didn’t bother asking a second time - Jason yelped as air suddenly slapped against his bare face - clearly X-ray vision was enough to figure out how to unclasp the thing without it turning into a bomb.

“You could’ve waited two seconds,” Jason grumbled, squinting up at Superman.

Superman was staring at him, his expression roiling, and Jason flinched back violently when - in the space of a blink - Supes was crouched in front of him, hand outstretched.

“Jason?” he asked softly, and Jason stayed perfectly still as he...brushed the white lock of hair out of his face. “You’re alive.”

And suddenly Jason had an armful of crying alien as Clark wrapped him up into a tight hug. “You’re alive,” he repeated brokenly, and Jason slowly patted his shoulder, extremely confused. Diana had crouched behind him, eyes wet and full of wonder.

“Did - did B not tell you?” Jason asked hoarsely, a lump rising in his own throat as his eyes prickled. Hal had a hand pressed to his mouth, eyes shining, and Barry was looking at him in painful, disbelieving hope.

“No,” Clark said, his voice cracking, “God, Jason, no - did you think we would - no.” His hug squeezed tighter, “I missed you so much, kiddo.”

Jason returned the hug, whispering back, “I missed you too, Uncle Clark.”

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toastedside · 4 years

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‘Till Death Do Us Part

Batmom x Batfamily

Warning: It’s kind of sad and mention of death, but nothing graphic

Note: I have no idea why I wrote this but here, enjoy!

She felt like she was flying into the merciless dark abyss of her own nightmare. Bruce told her once that falling felt like flying. Perhaps this is what he meant all these times. But she never hit the ground, forever floating with dread consumed her alive and override her system. Quite literally there was a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist to save her from her harsh landing, but she wished those arms didn’t caught her.

She quite sure she screamed, but no voice coming out from her throat as she tried to put her body weight into the cold floor of the Batcave. Her knees gave up on tried to support her body and she wished another part of hers would decide the same. She suspected Dick was the one who caught her before sorrow took her consciousness away, and the last thing her eyes caught was Damian’s worried face ran towards her.

She woke up two hours later that felt like eternity. The mattress underneath her was soft and cold, quite the embodiment of contrary and irony that she usually would laugh about with her husband. Her dearest, loving husband Bruce Wayne.

Oh, Bruce.

No, she couldn’t register what Clark had told her hours ago. Every cell on her system refused to acknowledge and let alone to process the ever-dreading news she would never want to hear. But the cold mattress underneath her and the vacant spot next to her started to assault her as consciousness slowly jumped back into her body. It was cold, empty, and this usually warm room started to lose its warmth.

Her chest started to feel empty and hollow, like it was a cage without anything stuffed into it. It was uncomfortable, really, to be aware at how empty your chest had become. She started to lose the feel of her own limbs. Perhaps they fell asleep from laying down way too long, or she simply had lost control over her own movement.

She didn’t know. She couldn’t bring herself to care either.

Jason had tried. Dick had tried. Cass, Damian, Tim, even Alfred. All of them had tried to barge and broke into the wall she had built overnight but all effort had come into vain. No answer had ever been delivered from behind the double door of the master room in this big, old Wayne Manor that had started to feel cold and grey.

Clark and Diana had tried to reach her for whatever reason. Apology or explanation, she couldn’t care less. She shut them out, locked the door with every strength left on her system, which didn’t much really. Clark sounded sorry and Diana sounded so hurt but none of them can fill the emptiness on her chest.

Alfred would leave foods on tray in front of the double door and she would take few bites before sent it away again, placed it back in right where it came and left to be brought into the trash. She had rapidly lost her weight and her glow alongside what she could assume her sanity. The hollow in her eyes were prominent and she started to not recognize her reflection in the mirror.

Jason was the one who broke the door by force, having enough of her childish demeanor and her self-isolation that had brought nothing but pain into the family. Her other children soon followed, and the next thing she knew was many pair of arms tackled her into a hug that she didn’t know she needed.

“Ma, don’t shut us out. We’re also grieving. We missed him too,” Jason placed a tender kiss on her temple. It was loving and innocent, awfully reminded her when he was a mere nine-year-old and thought the manor was haunted. “We are here for you. We’ll get through this together.”

She couldn’t register what her other children had said, but she was sure her chest started to be filled with something again. It was cold and unforgiving and stole her breath away. The warmth of her children’s hugs hand been the compensation that saved her from drowning on the cold material that filled her chest. Slowly dripping but constant. And soon it would be the only thing that filled her system.

She slept with her children cramped together on the king size bed that somehow fit everyone in. Although limbs are tangled everywhere and she was sure some bicker would be the first thing happen in the morning. She couldn’t sleep, but the weight of Cass’s head pressed on her side grounded her from floating away.

She wondered how Bruce would fit in to sleep in between this tangled mess. A bitter aftertaste filled her mouth at the thought alone, like blood slowly dripping on her mouth ready to suffocate her. She steadied her breath so none of her children would wake up. They needed some good sleep, after all. It was rare.

She stared into her reflection at the mirror before her. She hated it.

She wore black. Bruce always said that colorful outfits fit her much, much better than blacks. She would use yellow, orange, pink, and sky blue. Quite the representative of who she was in his life, Bruce would say, in his attempt to flirt that would do nothing but made her giggle.

She tugged the hem of her dress frustratedly. She desperately wanted to strip this dress off from her body, scrub it away so it left no residue. It might have looked elegant and weightless, but it pressed her chest with invincible weight that suffocate her. She did not want this. She hated this dress.

Tim showed up behind her and they made a brief eye contact through the mirror. He looked clean and sharp in his tux although there were growing eyebags underneath his eyes. He offered her a sympathetic smile, but his eyes filled with some emotions that she didn’t want to see. She glanced away slyly, not wanting to meet her son’s eyes that would only fill her now almost full chest with the cold feeling. She was almost drowning.

“They already expecting us, Mom,” Tim said as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She stared into his hand and it was cold. Even her clothed shoulder could feel how cold it was.

“So soon?” She asked. She wished universe would be kind enough to borrow her some time.

“We need to go now or we’ll be late,” Tim said softly. But the underlaying firmness on his voice indicated that she couldn’t bolt away from this even if she wanted to.

With a heavy heart, she linked her arm on Tim’s middle. They walked side by side to their family that already waited for them in the foyer. Dick looked handsome in his tux, all black with hair neatly combed. Jason wore sunglasses, the white streak on his raven ones was a stark contrast into his all-black tux. Damian looked small in his tux, almost adorable. The black tie complimented his green eyes so much that it pulled a painful tug on her heart. He looked so much like Bruce.

Cassandra. Oh, her dear, sweet Cassandra looked nothing but beautiful with her black dress. A bobby pin complimented her sweet face it almost made her smile if only she had the strength to. Alfred wore his usual tux but the shine that usually took residence in his eyes had gone. Their eyes met briefly and she immediately looked away. The pain they shared was too much for her to bear and she didn’t want to face it just yet.

Isn’t it sad, that all of her children look good and almost photo-shoot ready only to walk into the most unwanted ceremony that about to start soon?

It felt insulting. Infuriating. Humiliating.

She glared into the crowd before her that stood up when Dick pushed the door open, as if she was a bride about to walk into the arms of her loved one. Her eyes caught the glimpse of Justice League member all dressed in black and have the same sympathetic smile like it was some kind of uniform.

Anger suddenly flooded her system. She wanted to scream at all of them for attending this wearing all black attire and offered her sympathetic smile that she already grew tired of. She wanted to yell at anyone who dared enough to step across the line for putting all of these decorations without her permission. Those white carnations they put was an eyesore.

Her breath started to get caught on her throat. Her chest become heavy with weight and suddenly she forgot how to breath properly. She stopped walking suddenly, pulled Tim with her as she refused to let go his arm. All of her family member stopped on their track, all eyes fell on her expectantly waiting for her next movement.

“No,” she whispered. It all started as a whisper. Her hand slowly let go of Tim’s, eyes widened in horror at sight before her. “No, no. No!” her voice raised an octave higher before it went into a full-blown hysterical, “No!”

“Mom, it’s okay,” Dick tried to touched her shoulder, but her hand quick to swatted him away.

“No!” she yelled hysterically. Her heart pumped the cold, merciless feeling that almost drowned her and spread it through her bloodstreams. “No!”

“Ma...”

“Let go of me!” she screamed. Her throat started to feel raw and tears started to pooled on her eyes. She couldn’t see well, but she knew everyone started to move from their seat to hold her in some way. She felt suffocated and the room started to grow small ready to squish her.

She limped away from her children, cursed at how her knees started to shake and slowly giving up to support her weight. She almost made it through the door before she fell on her knees with a loud thud and soon hurried footsteps came towards her. She no longer cared if she made a huge scene and possibly drag the family’s name into shame. All she could focused about was how her lungs slowly collapsing and it was getting harder to breath with her whole body shaking violently.

It had been Damian this time who wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Damian’s hands gripped on her dress tightly, his face buried deep on her shoulder and no words was exchanged between them as Damian hold her close, tightly, and firmly. Something heavy like a sand dropped from her chest and land painfully on the pit of her stomach.

For the first time after receiving the news, she cried. Hysterically. Painfully.

She finally let herself weep for her husband as she clutched into Bruce’s framed picture firmly. She held it close to her chest in wished that if she held it close enough, she could feel the warmth that usually radiated from him. Reality slowly sank deeper the more she weeps and it started felt too real and too much to bear.

Bruce is gone from a mission that went wrong. He’s no longer here. He’s dead.

No one in the whole damn room knew what to do. They all stared into their palms as if it was some kind of norm for them to do so. The sound that escaped from her throat as she kept calling for Bruce’s name helplessly made everyone shivered from chill spreading through their spine.

Jason stood next to her, one of his hand held an umbrella for them and his free one wrapped around her figure. It was empty casket that had been put down into the ground. No body was found. Presumed dead. She wanted to scream. To yell. But every leftover strength on her body had melted away with saline tears that seemingly unable to stop. Watching the empty casket felt like an insult, like some twisted joke the universe pulled on them and God was laughing from somewhere.

She had been into so much funeral but never been to one with empty casket with no body to be buried. It almost felt like there would be no closure without seeing his face for the last time. She didn’t get to say their goodbye or kiss him for the last time. It felt so wrong, like it shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

She didn’t make it into the end as her consciousness left her body, pulled her into dark abyss at the bottomless pit of her nightmare. Perhaps this time Bruce would greet her and welcome her into his arms. That way, they could be together again. Death do us part be damned.

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incorrectcomicbookquotes · 3 years

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In the distant future

Cassie: (leaving flowers for Diana and Steve’s tombstone) Death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints...

Conner: (leaving flowers for Clark, Lois, and Kara) It takes...

Tim: (leaving flowers for Bruce, Selina, Dick, Kory, Barbara, and Jason) And it takes...

Bart: (leaving flowers for Max, Helena, Wally, Linda, Barry, Iris, Jay, Joan, and Jesse) ... and it takes...

Cassie: (suiting up as Wonder Woman) And we keep living anyway...

Conner: (suiting up as Superman) We rise, and we fall, and we break. And we make our mistakes.

Tim: (suiting up as Batman) And if there’s a reason that I’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died...

Bart: (suiting up as the Flash) I’m willing to wait for it.

#incorrect comic book quotes #young justice #core four #cassie sandsmark #conner kent #tim drake #bart allen #wonderfam #superfam #batfam #flashfam #future league #future justice league #source: hamilton

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aj-allen97 · 3 years

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Zack Snyder Justice League part Six and Epilouge:

Spoilers!!!!

- The real wonder is the fact Mama Kent managed to leave a few boxes behind...is she coming back for them??? Or did she cut her loses on them???

- Does anyone even know who Bruce Wayne is??? The fact that Bruce Introduces Alfred as his boss like he’s hasn’t been introducing himself as Bruce Wayne

- Wait...hasn’t everyone veen to the batcave already??

- a sweet little filler when the whole Kent family getting back together again...

-how exactly do they explain Clark’s sudden revival from the dead??? Superman would have been easy enough to explain?? But Clark? Of no no this isn’t Clark...this is Clark’s twin brother....Mark Kent...

- Oh course Arthur would point that out - after all he does have a close relationship with his own father

- You Need to See This Cliche

- Aww Cyborg fixed the ship so sweet - now off to die!

- I love how we don’t even see Orm in the reshoots - the King of Atlantis and yet his reaction to the mother box’s going boom is not as important as Meras and Vulkos reaction

- The Fortress of Solitude and fatherly advice

- Screw the Red and Blue color scheme I’m feeling black and grey today

- Can’t tell if Superman is one step away from becoming Justice Lord Superman or not....

- I will admit I’m glad the family filler was cut out - they weren’t the only family I’m sure and yet they got prime time

- Well that was easy...

- I am really really hoping this town is abandoned in this version because the implication that it might not be is quite frankly terrifying for some reason

- Victor put all that effort in repairing that plane and giving her wings back only for Bruce to once again clipped them

- The Batmobile vs paradeamons scene is pretty BA tbh - and gore-y

- So can Wonder Women fly? I feel like the context of her powers changes with each new film

- Arthur...I don’t think that’s how gravity works....

- Hehe Batman’s ejector seat

- Apparently none of these paradeamons know how to properly shoot - they must have learn to shoot at the same place storm troopers learn to shoot

- I love Batman’s little shaded googles

- Holy Moly Mama Currys triton has game in this version, To bad Arthur didn’t have that triton by the time his own film came around

- Diana I love you and you are way more awesome in this version - and your theme music? *chefs kiss*

- ooh the creepy spider arms are back

- Don’t listen to him Diana he’s full of smoke and lies

- Poor baby - victor get you butt in gear and put Barry out of his misery

- Woohoo Go Superman Go!!!

- Not so tough without your ax now?

- WooHoo superpower team up!!! Wonder Woman, Superman and Aquaman for the win!!!

- That must’ve hurt!

- No Barry No! Poor baby is hurt and probably panicking

- Mother Goodness looks much more terrifying here then in any animated versions Iv seen

- What are you up to Barry?

- speed force???

- It is the Speed Force!!!

- Now the real question did the super nova blast kill even Superman? Diana? Aquaman?? It definitely kill Batman and Cyborg? But what about those three?

- It did kill even those three!?! Wow what a blast!

- also slightly freeky seeing them being put back together again from the molecule up

- Do Not Fall for this!! Not after what Barry went through for you!

- Hell yeah you ain’t broken!!! And hell yeah you ain’t alone!!! The Justice League is your family now! Never forget!

- Hell Yeah Aquaman and Wonderman show Darksied and his minions the Justice Leave means business!!!

- Was Steppenwolf horn things hollow??? Weird?

- Also Darksied castle is a good creepy - love the color scheme and decor not gonna lie

- The Ship Still Flies!!!

- Every One (except Batman) is wearing a darker color version of their comics counter parts costumes that I’m getting serious Justice Lords vibes

- It’s a good thing Papa Stone didn’t throw that out when he found it broken

- Why not swim?? Wouldn’t that be faster??

- So would Bruce technically be the teams own version of Daddy Warbucks??? There are many orphans and half orphans within the team technically...

- Look how Proud and Happy Papa Allen is of Barry! Sooo sweet!

- “I bough the Bank” tbh the best flex ever not gonna lie

- It was nice to show Diana being homesick for a moment - shows that she’s still coping and all

- I love how Barry has officially embraced his powers and became a superhero who enjoys his job

- Soooo...how did they explain Clark’s sudden revival?!? The Whole Yeah Clark is dead but I’m His Twin Mark???

- Like your telling me No one was curious on how both Clark and Superman were dead and now both alive now?? No one put two and two together???

- Gotham Home of Emotionally Troubled hahahaha

- Finally A Villain puts two and two together!!!

- So that’s what Earth would have looked like it Steppenwolf won...huh...

- I’m guessing this is the same Vision Cyborg had were Arthur and Diana were dead and Superman is Evil???

- Apparently every Gotham Villain knows Batman secret identity- not for sure why - after all he’s so good at keeping it under wraps 🙄

- Poor Rose??? .... Superman’s daughter? A nickname for Lois??? A quote from a sitcom?

- So was this a what if Steppenwolf won?? A altered reality where Steppenwolf won and how Batman keeps sending Flash back in time to prevent it???

- The third loved Joker was gonna mention was Jason Todd’s Robin - so that means there were more robins before Jason

- I’m guessing Joker killed Harley and Batman was there for her final moments? Or someone killed Harley because of her connections to Joker??

- The Badges on Jokers tactical vest are probably trophies

- And Evil Superman is wearing his iconic red and blue super suite

- OH OH Martian Manhunter!!!!! We’re where you earlier?!?

- ehh better late then never

-Bruce has zero cares about his secret identity

- Bruce you could have offered him some coffee or tea! Alfred raised you better then that!

#zack synder's justice league #zack snyder #justice league #dc justice league #dc extended universe #dc films #hbo max #warner brothers #superman #wonder woman #Batman #cyborg #the flash

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bluebellhairpin · 5 years

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Something’s Not Right

Bruce Wayne/Batman X Batmom!Reader

A/N: Oh dear, here comes the angst. (This is like 6+ pages on my google docs. Ha Ha ha oops) - Nemo

Warning(s): Blood, kidnapping, almost character death, mentions of miscarriage and infertility, not necessarily in that order. This could be distressing, so don’t read this if you think it could upset you.

Summary: Ever since Batman’s third Robin, you’ve been know as the Batmom to Batman’s mask. But events lead you to break with not knowing what to do, and the only comfort you find is Alfred, who then tells you of something you never knew. With your newfound information, you set to work saving your family.

Listening to: “Something's Not Right” by Lily Allen

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

You first met Batman when you were robbing a bank.

In your defense, you were a little inexperienced, and he only knew you were there because he saw a shadow pass inside through a window.

After that you kept running into each other, and ended up becoming each others first vigilante partners.

You know, before he had a million Robin’s.

You even came to know who was under the mask. Bruce Wayne the billionaire.

When he brought home the first soon-to-be Robin, Dick Grayson, you were raiding his fridge in the Manor’s kitchen, having made yourself at home over the last few years. You looked at Bruce like he was crazy, he told you he’d explain later and you sure as hell made sure he did.

You offered Dick some of the cereal you’d raided, and he accepted with a mumble and small smile. From speaking to Bruce later, that boy had been through a lot.

You only hoped that Bruce wouldn’t push him too hard.

We had forever We never got it together

Jason Todd joined a few years later, having been found by both you and Bruce trying to steal hubcaps. When Bruce brought him inside after the to had talked, you got the horrible feeling that Jason would become a Robin too.

Your worries were confirmed when you caught Bruce and Jason sparring in the cave. You caught Bruce’s eye, and he froze. You shook your head at him and he knew he had more explaining to do.

After that, you become monitor of the computer. With Jason as the new Robin, and Dick starting to spread his wings off as Nightwing, you didn’t desperately need to be out fighting anymore. Someone needed to stay home, and with your relationship with Bruce becoming something more than friends, he felt better when you weren’t in danger.

When he brought that up, you never once failed to play the card of “What about Dick and Jason?”

Despite Dick being Nightwing and not living permanently at home, or Jason not really wanting to be in the Cave when he could have the house all to himself aside from Alfred, they always managed to be in the staircase of the cave when your voices started to raise in the same heated discussion. They knew it wasn’t anything to worry about.

You were protective, viewing them as the sons you could never have, and Bruce was too careless for his own good.

But really what they stayed for was what happened after the yelling, the telling off, and the arguing. You always made up after, with softer words, a hug and a kiss. They’d never seen anyone else do that after a fight.

I waited for you For you I made it better

Jason's death hit you all hard, but Bruce didn’t get over it.

Then, a couple years after Jason died, Bruce came home with another boy donned in Jason’s old Robin suit. He introduced himself as Tim Drake. He said he knew who you were, and you told him ‘Who doesn’t know (y/n) Wayne?’. Then he said he knew who you really were.

'Valentine' was a name previously not spoken directly to you in over half a decade, and this thirteen-year-old seemed to know more about you than you thought possible.

The next few years went on with their own struggles. Bruce got used to having a Robin again. Tim dealt with troubles and struggles in the form of his real parents. You got over the fact Tim was wearing Jason’s costume once he got his own. And Tim became a permanent residence of the manor.

With Bruce and Dick protecting the city, Tim as Robin, and Alfred wanting to keep monitor duty with Tim, you gave up the vigilante life for good.

Nowadays you only ever went to the cave to deal with injuries, last-resort monitor duty, and scolding Bruce or Tim for staying up too late.

The one thing that didn’t seem to change was Alfred and Dick. They were always there, always a shoulder to cry on, and a listening ear. They knew how hard it got for both you and Bruce.

Dick wanted to be there to show he was grateful for what you’d done in the past.

Alfred was there because that’s where he belonged.

They kept telling me that it was unlikely All I had to do was keep you beside me

Once everything seemed to be falling back into a semi-blissful state, the world served another harsh blow. The first was to Bruce, in the form of a vengeful and now alive Jason Todd.

While Bruce had to serve every night going out to face the Red Hood, you went back to the monitor spending your days trying to track Jason down. Now that your boy was back you needed to have him home. Even though they didn’t know it, you knew that what both Bruce and Jason needed was to be together.

Naturally, once the initial tension disappeared, you were right.

Even now, now that Jason is back, you can still see the haunted look in Bruce’s eye that makes you think he’s almost believing he is seeing a ghost.

The second blow was to you, in the form of Bruce’s long-lost son Damian.

He came in silence, and for the first few days you barely noticed a change. It was mostly Bruce’s attitude and reluctance to let you in the cave that made you suspicious. Luckily for Bruce, he was around when you found Damian in the cave.

Needless to say it took a good couple hours of conversation before everything was cleared up.

Damian listened from the staircase, and eventually Tim wordlessly joined. The new duo unknowingly recreating what their predecessors did before them. Alfred felt a wave of nostalgia from just glancing at them.

What Damian couldn’t believe through the whole ‘discussion’ was how much you were blaming his father for him being in your home, not him. Even though you both were fighting over him being there, there wasn’t any hate in your words to him, only annoyance to Bruce.

He wondered exactly how many times you had to deal with the same thing before, aside from Tim.

Cause there aren’t many stars in the sky tonight

As far as you were concerned, having children of your own was never going to happen. One robbery gone wrong was enough to pull your chances of your own children from an already mere fifty to less than twenty.

It was one of the reasons you were so good at welcoming each boy into your home with such open arms. As soon as they stepped through the threshold with a tired introduction from your husband, small faces and bleary eyes, you saw them as yours. Every time, without fail.

Naturally it came as a shock to you when the doctor told you to take a pregnancy test after you’d been horrendously sick for the past week. It came as a bigger shock when the test came back positive.

Bruce’s excitement and yours was taken too soon. In reality, you knew it could’ve happened, but you didn’t think it’d happen so suddenly, or so easily.

Dick and Jason were among those waiting when you came home from the hospital, and everyone would've much preferred if the trip happened nine months later, and you’d have a bundle of blankets in your hands rather than just a bag of clothes.

Even Damian couldn’t help the horrible feeling in the bottom of his stomach. After all he still wouldn’t be a big brother.

It had been a couple weeks, but you were starting to worry. While you had grieved, and in your own way moved on, Bruce seemed to stay the same. He didn’t react. When the news came he went straight into autopilot.

In his life he’d lost a lot of people. His parents, Jason, many other residence of Gotham, and now your baby. You started to think that with every lost soul his lost part of his own too.

Cause I know that it’s day but it’s dark outside

Your worries were well served. Not even a couple nights after you voiced your concerns to Bruce himself did he and Damian get captured by the Joker.

Tim was monitoring the computers, instantly sending out and alert to Dick to go help, but he just got caught too. Tim then contacted Jason, telling him to meet him near Gotham Docks.

You wandered into the cave to see the monitor set to where Tim left it. A camera from in an old warehouse displayed all five of your boys beaten, bloodied, and tied up with the Joker pacing back and forth in front of them.

Near the monitor keyboard was a notebook, open to a page with words scribbled in Tim’s characteristically messy writing. He found writing down thoughts helped him get his mind straight. It cleared his head.

“Knows fighting styles - been monitoring us for weeks to memorize patterns - new moves needed - Jason good idea - Mom the last resort.” you read a loud, sinking to the chair at the monitor.

As you processed what was happening, you knew time was running short. You felt Alfred behind you, placing his hands reassuringly on your shoulders.

“What am I supposed to do?” you said, resting your head in your hands, “The GCPD won't be able to handle it well enough, and I can't just contact Clark or Diana. And I got rid of my suit years ago - it’s not like I can just slip on one of Bruce’s suits and go fight myself.”

“I think there’s something I should show you.” Alfred said, squeezing your shoulders.

And I feel a weight in my heart tonight

All the batsuits were displayed on one of the walls of the cave, it was like a trophy wall. And while your old Valentine suit wasn’t there, there was a display photo of you mid-flip as homage to what you’d done.

As you went passed the suits, both old and new, and the empty cases of the suits being worn by your boys, Alfred soon stopped near your photo. He pressed the logo of your photo-suit and the glass moved away, soon followed by the wall, to reveal another glass case.

“Mister Bruce has been working on it since you destroyed your old one.” Alfred explained, letting you walk forwards to inspect your pristine suit, “He figured you might need it, and if I’m being honest I did too.”

“Who else knows?” You asked, running your fingers over the fabric and the slightly darker logo on it’s chest. It was a lot like Bruce's suit.

“No one, but Tim found out, nothing’s a secret from him long.” you smiled. That’s Tim alright.

The fabric was new, a material you’d never seen before, but looked a lot like miniature chain-mail. Knife-proof.

The chest where your signature V logo was along with around your torso sounded a metallic tap. Bullet-proof.

You noted that although the mask only covered your eyes it was embedded with reflective glass. Photo-proof.

“He sure was prepared.” you said, turning back to Alfred with the mask in your hands. “Will you man the computers for me?”

“It would be an honor, Valentine.”

Something's not right

“Copy V? Guards ahead.” Alfred said. The mask was also fit with a com-link. Bruce seemed to put everything in your suit, from an oxygen mask, to a lock-pick.

“Copy.” you said, sulking along the side of the warehouse towards the guards. You knew this could get nasty fast, but over time you learnt from Bruce many ways to subdue without killing. The guards were out of it before they even knew you were there.

Inside, Bruce and the boys were getting antsy.

Once when Joker left Tim said to the others he’d left a note near the computer encase he and Jason were unsuccessful, in the hope either you or Alfred would find it and send help. It had been almost two hours, and they were starting to doubt. Especially now that Joker was back and pacing in front of them.

An explosion somewhere in another warehouse made their tired heads, and the heads of the others in the room, move towards the noise. The familiar sound of batarangs flying through the air made their head turn back right as two of the dozen guards fell to the floor, soon followed by two more.

Joker ordered to start shooting at where the batarangs were coming from, and the solid sound of shots firing rang out for a couple long moments. When a figure clad in black dropped to the floor from the beams, Bruce felt his stomach drop.

He knew that figure. He knew that suit.

“Search them. Make sure whoever it is, is dead.” Joker said, dismissive in his words but the boys could tell he was on edge. Joker had the Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood and the two Robins. There wasn’t anymore, right?

The guard moved to the figure, nudging its shoulder with his foot, and with the second nudge the figure shot up, pulling the guard into a headlock, and the guard dropped down unconscious in less than a few seconds. The other guards were trained on the figure, and Joker smiled.

“Well, well, does Batsy have a new birdy?” he sang, and the figure stepped forwards out of the shadow to reveal you, donned in your Valentine suit for all to see.

“Oh no, dear Joker,” you said, matching his tone yet lacing it with as much venom as humanly possible, “I promise you I’m far from new.”

Cause I know that it’s day but it’s dark outside

The fact Joker wasn’t expecting a sixth ‘Batman partner’ to show up helped with taking down the guards. And like Tim noted, he was tracking everyone’s fighting styles. Even if Bruce was in the right mind-frame he had little chance of coming out on top.

You hadn't fought in the public eye for many years, so there was no recent footage of your style, and even so most of it was back when you weren’t working with Batman at all.

You had tied up Joker when you set to work setting the boys free, and it came as no surprise that he’d somehow gotten away by the time you’d given everyone a once-over.

Back in the cave Damian was the first. Once back in the confides of safety Damian practically flung himself into you.

“Ummi, I thought-” he said, stopping himself with a sniff and burying his nose in your stomach.

“It was a close call.” Dick added, his voice strained. With a look you pulled him closer, and one by one you managed to deal out hugs and just the right words.

In the next few hours Dick and Jason were both sent off back home with food Alfred made, and the reassurance that you’d come visit. Tim was sent off to bed, being told everything from the past events would be waiting when he wakes up. Damian was also given bed rest, but only after he got one last hug from you.

All that was left was to deal with Bruce, who’d been in the cave since you all went upstairs.

Like the feeling of rain on a Summer light

“Bruce.” you said, reaching his place at the computer. He stopped rather abruptly, and turned to face you with an agonizingly slow pace. The look on his face made you pull him into you just like you did with Dick. And for the first time in so long, Bruce cried.

He could’ve lost everything on top of the baby. The other boys. You. Himself.

He knew what he did wrong, he knew he went in without a clear head, all because something wasn’t right.

#bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #bruce wayne imagine #batman imagine #bruce wayne one shot #batman one shot #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader

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Media Mogul (Batdad Headcanons)

Requested by @libraryoffandomsuniverse for “ Could you please do a headcanon of Bad Dad's relationship with the media and the general public? Does he use social media? Is he regularly voted Gotham's best dressed man, or tops magazine lists of Celebs we wished were our parents? Also for the Bat Dad social media one, do the boys tease him about being voted GQ's sexiest man of the year? Maybe one year he ties with one of them!! “

Yes, I know it’s Matt Bomer, but I ran out of good Batman GIFs and just look at him!

Bruce Wayne always has to be visible. Going out in public, on social media. Always.

This becomes easier with you around. Being Bruce Wayne’s husband allows your presence to become an extension of Bruce’s. By seeing you, it’s automatic that Bruce is still around. If he’s there, “you two are so cute; how have you been; look at how they still look at each other!” and if he’s not, “poor Y/N, caught up with that no-good cheater” or whatever else they’ll say.

The point is, Bruce encourages your relationship with the media and basically the public in general.

Whenever there’s an interview for a Wayne, they come to you (probably because you’re also the easiest to deal with)

You are active on social media, commenting and liking and posting photos and videos of yourself and the boys.

Bruce used to hate doing interviews and publicity shoots, so you offered to do one or two for him. And suddenly you’re doing most of them, being fed questions about Wayne Enterprise’s business choices, how you feel about the recent tabloid shots of Bruce and a famous actress, your response to rumors that you and Oliver Queen are having an affair...

People sometimes ask you questions about yourself or the boys online, and you’ve gotten a reputation for funny answers.

Whenever Bruce actually does post something on social media, it’s almost always a reaction to something you’ve posted. Sometimes it’s hilarious, sometimes it’s sweet

Like the time you posted an announcement of it being your anniversary, and Bruce, later that night, posts a picture of you two as kids with your arm around Bruce and Alfred with a hand on your shoulders with the caption “Forever and ever, Y/N.”

Bruce is generally considered Gotham’s sexiest man. But a few years after you two adopted Dick, one magazine came out with you on the cover with “Gotham’s Best-Dressed Man” under your name. From then on, you and Bruce “fight” for the title, with you getting it some years and him getting it others.

These awards may seem pointless, but they give you an excellent opportunity to plug charities like the Wayne Foundation, the Thomas Wayne Children’s Hospital, the Martha Wayne Small Business Fund, and the Jason Todd Supercrime Relief Fund.

There’s a now-famous article among the Justice League from Central City Picture News’ entertainment blog entitled. “Top 10 Celebrities We Wish Were Our Parents.” Just after Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie (this was before their breakup) was Y/N Wayne - Bruce’s name being conspicuously absent.

Iris knows the reporter, who apparently had never forgiven Bruce for tabloid rumors of cheating on you with some ballet dancer, so he wrote Bruce out of the column.

So now the League makes fun of the whole Batfam, asking you how you manage four kids as a single dad (usually in front of Bruce) or when seeing one of the boys with Bruce, going “where’s your father at?”

And yes, it’s no secret that you and Bruce make for an attractive couple, and that your sons are wonderfully handsome in their own right.

However, it still might come as a surprise when People votes you the Sexiest Man Alive. Twice. Apparently you are what is considered to be a “hot dad.”

The first time, Bruce smiles at you and brags about it to the press when he is interviewed. And to Clark. And Ollie. And Hal. And Arthur. And Diana. And Dinah... yeah, pretty much everyone.

The second time is a tie. With Dick Grayson.

“This father and son duo may not be blood related, but their attractive looks are only part of what make them so appealing. Their genuine cheer, funny mentalities, and commitment to charity and giving in the U.S. (and maybe the world’s) most crime-ridden city make these two men so sexy! We interviewed Dick Grayson and his adopted dad, Y/N Wayne, on how they coped through loss and how they maintain their positive attitudes. Additionally, Dick tells us how he keeps in such great shape, and Y/N opens up about how he runs Wayne Enterprises with his husband...”

Bruce gets teased for not being as sexy as his husband or son.

Ollie: Wow, Y/N, why do you put up with such an uggo?

Hal: Wait, no, don’t tell us. He has a great personality, right?”

Bruce: *Bat-Glare*

They burst out laughing

Dick also gets teased by the other boys about not hotter than you are. Jason is especially mean because he thought he was in the running.

Also, one last note.

When you go out in public, people recognize you more often than they do Bruce.

Possibly because he has a look-a-like in a certain Metropolis reporter that you have occasionally been seen talking to, so people are afraid they’ve got it wrong

But mostly, people respect your space, especially as most Gothamites respect you for your work improving the city, and most out-of-towners don’t want to interrupt your day.

It’s become sort of a meme for people to take selfies with you in the background, coming up with funny captions for whatever expression you have on your face at the time. You tend to reblog these things whenever they pop up because they’re hilarious.

#batdad reader #male reader #batman x male reader #batman headcanons #dc headcanons #headcanons

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@vhsgf replied to your post “this song made me realize i've never written about jason missing zoe”

heather this might be too forward and angsty of me to say (pls lmk if is) but now i am curious about zoe reacting to jason's death and then mirroring w jason coming back from the dead and then finding out his best friend is dead. like it sounds so PAINFUL but like. also i wanna know about it. heather what have you done i-

i had to put my hair up for this. im literally so emotional about this rn,,,like when am i not but STILL OKAY IT MAKES ME VERY [SCREECHES] (also a read more because this is fucking long im so sorry)

okay let’s start with zoe because jason’s death is a traumatic thing for her on like multiple points all relating back to when she was like elementary school aged (im pretty sure i have it where she’s like 8 ish when this happens). before jason and before going into the whole vigilante business – no matter what version of zoe you prefer – she loses her two younger brothers in a joker related accident. he kills them. and zoe… zoe is so,,, well she’s angry. because no one does anything. no one. not that fabled batman, not the police, not the fucking government – NOBODY. and she’s just supposed to keep living her life like everything is fucking fine because oh that’s just the way gotham is. and like why the fuck would she just keep living her life when her barely out of toddler aged little brothers are now dead?? why wouldn’t she want to do something about that?? why the fuck should she just let it roll off her back like no biggie?? (of course, this is a catalyst for her mother’s downward spiral and eventual disappearance, and then keme’s).

then of course, there’s zoe’s powers. at that age she didn’t really understand the extent of them, what she could do with them and all that, but as they develop and her own awareness of them develop, she is faced by like intense guilt and remorse. if only she’d been able to do something. if only she’d been there. if only she could’ve stopped the joker. if only, if only, if only. and like, realistically, there wasn’t much she could do. it wasn’t like she knew fully how strong she was; she’d barely gotten flying down at that point, but then she’s growing up and she realizes she never really had a limit. and she kind of has this complex, i’ve said it before but she really does try to bear the weight of the world on her shoulders, so everything that has happened to her up until this point after the twins die, it’s partly her fault; if only she could have been better, she could have saved them, she could have her mom, she could have keme – she could have her family back.

then, of course, there is in all of this her intense hatred of the joker. and by correlation to the whole fucking issue, gotham city and batman. (ive said that they kind of grow to like each other more, but when z and jay become friends and through their teen years until his death, it’s kind of like whenever youre gay and your bff is gay and you both kind of hate the other’s really fucked up parent who’s okay sometimes but isn’t all the time and you would totally like throw down with them if only there weren’t like,,,repercussions)

anyway, so when jason dies, it’s a big fucking deal. like he’d already been acting weird, bruce was worried about him, z was worried about him, and then he dies okay. and zoe… bruce doesn’t tell zoe right away. he doesn’t tell her and when zoe does find out, she. is. pissed. all of the shit with her baby brothers comes back. she wasn’t there. she wasn’t able to save him – because she sure as hell KNOWS that she could have at this point. and now he’s GONE. AND THIS ENTIRE TIME, SHE HAD NO FUCKING CLUE BECAUSE BRUCE DIDN’T TELL HER!!! she couldn’t even go to his funeral!!! and then, AND THEN, on fucking top of that – it was the joker who killed him. so jason’s death was like a fucking quadruple blow to her.

after finding out the details, zoe goes binary for the first time. and it’s… well it’s scary. it takes a whole lot of coaxing from old teammates and being physically restrained by diana (who lowkey is kinda like why?? are?? we?? stopping?? her?? from?? killing?? the?? joker??) and clark and donna, and they can’t even really knock her out because when she’s binary, there’s only really waiting out the duration of the high until she passes tf out from using too much energy. which she DOES and then after a good long talk with gran-gran, zoe’s going on a much needed retreat with diana to themyscira.

during that time, zoe’s super depressed. like reasonably, so. she’s so exhausted and she’s still angry but she’s also just like,,, so tired. she lost her best friend dude. like she loves jason so much, she loves him so much, and then he was just gone. poof! and at least, at least with atsa and ahiga, she got to like, be there for their send off. jason ends up being another hole in her life, like her dad and her mom and keme. he’s added to this list of people who all were just…g o n e. she didn’t get to mourn them. like obviously, she can, but every time she thinks about jason, she begins to spiral. (this is kind of when she starts drinking,,,, human alcohol can’t really touch her but she does therapeutically – which is!! not good!!) she also begins to distance herself – from jason’s titans (connor holds on with an iron grip and eddie still checks up on her, but rose was just as distraught and kyle is still kind of numb), from the original titans, from bruce and alfred, from diana, even from gran-gran and uncle bell. she fills the void with work as well as the alcohol that doesn’t really do anything to her except make her mouth taste gross and weird and she hates it but it’s become a habit. if she isn’t out doing some reckless thing while saving the world, then she’s at a bar or just sitting by the ocean.

she has bad dreams too, like horrible dreams. and like,,, they’re not necessarily horrific or anything,, she usually dreams about good times, memories with jason or with atsa and ahiga, sometimes some weird mixture of all three of them hanging out together and it’s the worst fucking thing because she wakes up and she wishes she was there too, that she could stay with them, because she misses them so much. she just wants her family back, she wants the family she had before jason and dick and alfred and the titans, but she also wants them too – she wants all of it.

and then it all comes to head with her dad’s sudden involvement with earth and shit. zoe sacrifices herself not only because she carries the fucking world on her shoulders and has a stupid martyr complex, but also because she thinks she’d be okay dying like this. she doesn’t. die that is. she doesn’t die but she also doesn’t come back.

jason’s revival story arc thing is all a bit murky for me bc I kind of like mix the whole waking up and clawing himself from his grave and also the under the red hood storyline (and like correct me if there is a version like that bc like,,, idk I can’t remember). anyway, so jason comes back, and like it’s kind of messy bc of timeline shit but he doesn’t really come back, come back, until z’s gone. like gone gone. like they held a funeral and everything for her. jason didn’t get to go and THAT is SHIT. like yeah, he wasn’t fucking alive, nobody fucking knows he’s alive anyway, but it still hurts.

and like,,, you know what else kind of hurts, is like he kind of thought that after he came back, if no one was on his side – if for some reason literally everyone was against him – he’d still have zoe. that’s the worst fucking part. he hears about what happened. he hears that she literally went ballistic. and like,, jason KNOWS that zoe would have his side, that zoe would be there for him, that even if she might not have agreed with some of the things he’s done, that she’d be right by his side, showing she cares. because like. like I know bruce is kind of stunted with emotional expression, but it’s really hard to feel like you’re appreciated when someone else’s love language is so fucking hard to translate, when you need constant validation, to be told you matter to be shown you matter to them and they can’t accommodate even a little bit, because of their pride or because they have to deem that you deserve it all of a sudden. and like I love bruce, but they way he treats his kids is shit. so yeah. jason feels hella alone when he comes back and his best friend, his rock, his ride or die (literally wfkejvnk) is fucking gone.

jason definitely has nightmares too. he doesn’t know how zoe died, like really know – no one does, because there hadn’t been a body. and jason’s mind can be a pretty dark place already, add on top of that the nightmares about his best friend dying the same way he did, or being like dick, who actually witnessed the explosion that ‘killed’ zoe. he can’t even fathom what zoe went through with his death, but eventually, as jason kind of comes back into the batfam and shit, he also kind of gets to be with the last of zoe’s family. gran-gran and uncle bell are much warmer than bruce wayne and that too big mansion and that cold fucking cave. jason goes to the ranch a lot, or finds himself at uncle bell’s antique shop whenever he needs a breather, to just be alone with something that close to zoe.

they literally both go through that period where they’re extremely reckless with mourning and regrets and fuck i never got to say this and fuck what could I have done differently, what could I have changed if I’d been there? but where jason is able to recover more effectively, zoe doesn’t do so well in space.

really, that song had triggered thoughts about jason going through her things, the things she left in his bedroom – that bruce refused to touch or move or anything – and just thinking back on their life together. it was definitely shorter than they expected and when jason thinks about it, it’s a whole bunch of salty anger and throat swelling sadness that has him kind of crippled. because like,,, he also knows how the twins died, he knows how it happened, not only did he have the firsthand accounts from those most effected, but also like, he read the reports. he KNOWS, and he feels kind of guilty, just a little bit, that what he did put her through a similar version to losing her baby brothers.

NREJKVNERLFEWLFJNEKR FUCK OKAY I THINK I NEED TO STOP LIKE THIS IS OBVIOUSLY JUST A BIG DUMB BUT BFJKERNFKJEN F U C K OKAY

#vhsgf #h replies.#look they make me fucking cry #their relationship hurts me so bad #and fuck whenever they MEET AGAIN!!!#LITERALLY SO FUCKING RECKLESS TTRYING TO KEEP THE OTHER FROM EVER LEAVING THEM AGAIN LIKE HAHA SIKE BITCH #I DIDN'T COME BACK FROM THE DEAD ONLY FOR NOTHIN #YOU'RE NEVER GETTIGN RID OF ME AND IM NEVER GETTING RID OF YOU #oc: zoe huang #this is also so fucking rambly i apologizeee #suicide /#depression /#death /#alcohol /#ask to tag

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Broken Faith Pt 6 (D.G)

Prompt: I can’t get this fic out of my head until it’s resolved….

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader

Words: 3163

Warnings: Past torture, depression, Past major character death, past violence

Notes: I’m thinking this is the last installment of the Broken Faith series.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

2 Weeks Later

You liked being at the Allen’s house. You helped Iris with chores around the house, goofed around with Bart, talked about everything with Wally. You’d missed Wally. You thought he’d been dead. Turns out that he ran so fast, the speed force sucked him in and he’d spent almost 6 years learning about the speed force. He even ran faster than before because of his time there. He liked to talk about it, and you liked to hear about it...the fact that the speed force was an actual entity was astonishing.

In return for learning about the speed force, you told him everything about what transpired after he left. You told him what Dick did in his time. You told him about joining the League but not feeling wanted there. You told him of the fallout with Bruce. You told him about Alvarez, the mission that you didn’t fully come back from, about Jason returning, about your fears, about killing Alvarez. You told him everything. Most of the talks consisted of you crying and Wally not far behind you.

When it came to talks like that, Barry and Iris took Bart out and left you both to talk. Barry knew mostly everything that had transpired since Wally had been in the speed force and had told Iris what happened. They knew that you needed Wally and that you didn’t want anyone else listening in. After all, Dick and Wally were your best friends when the whole Young Justice thing started. “There’s been one thing that you’ve avoided talking about, (Y/N/N).”

Wally’s hand continued to play with your hair as you leaned more into his side. You closed your eyes and sighed. “What happened two weeks ago,” you whispered. Wally stayed silent as did you. You picked at the fabric of his jeans before sitting up and turning to face Wally. You looked at him as he did you before you looked away. “About six weeks ago, Dick showed up, like I told you, in Smallville. He kept me from killing myself. He took me to the mansion after that, and we spent the next two weeks together. He wouldn’t let me out of his sight. I mean...I understand. If I had just caught him trying to kill himself, I would have never let him out of my sight. But it was getting on my nerves, not to mention that I couldn’t sleep. I’d get a couple of hours here and there, but I could never just sleep normally. So, I began to get up in the middle of the night and go to the kitchen and fix myself some tea and get a snack.

“About a week after being back at the mansion and getting into the nightly routine of waiting for Dick to go to sleep, fix tea and snacks, take coffee to Tim and get him to sleep, Alfred started to join me when I left the bedroom. He would talk to me and wouldn’t push me to talk about the obvious pain that I was going through. It would be about stupid things like how many new suits would we need to make in the next week because of the reckless bat family.” You gave a small chuckle at that. Your eyes were stinging as you thought of Alfred. You’d let him down.

“Well, two weeks ago, I went through the same routine. I’d gotten Tim to go get some sleep and I got a transmission from Bart about the prison breaks. I’d alerted all the teams and was gathering information with Alfred to send to the teams. (V/N) was one of the prisoners that was escaping. He’s the only villain to know where the Bat Cave was...the only villain to know my identity. Anyway, I started lockdown procedures. If I had noticed sooner that he was one of the escapees, I could have started the procedure sooner and maybe it wouldn’t have played out like it did.” You ran a hand over your face, wiping away the tears as you did.

“Alfred pointed out that (V/N) was already in the cave. I told the bats to help Jason and then come back and help me. I had Alfred hide and I strapped up with weapons and utility belts. I got to a higher vantage point and waited for him. I was shaking. I was scared. I was afraid that I’d kill again, and I wouldn’t forgive myself for that. I was afraid because I was out of the loop vigilante wise. I hesitated, then attacked. Once the smoke cleared, I started to get thrown around. I don’t know how long we fought before he threw me into the panels where we kept the suits, but when I got up, he had Alfred.” You didn’t bother to wipe the tears, knowing they wouldn’t stop any time soon.

You took a shaky breath as Wally grabbed your hands in his. His calming touch helped you to continue. “He kept talking about wanting to break me and that if he had to die for me to fully break, he was ready for it. He thought I needed another push.” You trailed off, lost in the memory playing through your head.

You picked yourself up out of the broken glass and paused as you saw him with Alfred poised in front of him. “You’re mentally unstable. All I’ve ever wanted after you first busted me was to break you. If killing me would be the final crack in your armor to break you...well, that’s a fair trade.”

“I’m already broken, asshole. Let him go.”

(V/N) laughed. “If you were truly broken, you wouldn’t be here fighting me. I think you need a little incentive.” You ran forward, unable to make it to them in time. You dropped down next to Alfred, ripping a piece of your shirt off and holding it onto the gaping hole in the man’s chest.

“Come on, stay with me Al.” Tears mixed with the blood and grime on your face.

Alfred reached up with a weak hand, placing it on your cheek. “It’s okay. Don’t let this break you. You’re stronger.”

Your scream filled the cave as Alfred stopped breathing. “No no no no,” you mumbled, starting chest compressions. “No, come back,” you cried.

“Hey, (Y/N). You’re not there anymore. There’s nothing you can do,” Wally’s hand was on your cheeks, making you look at him as he wiped your tears away. “Come on, you’ve got to talk about it, all the way through...then you can start to heal. Breathe with me and let it all come out.”

You took some calming breaths and nodded to yourself. “(V/N) had Alfred in front of him. I hesitated...I didn’t want to charge and him hurt Alfred...looking back on it, I should have just attacked. I hesitated and couldn’t get to him before he-before he took the eskrima and pushed it through Al’s chest. I tried to stop the blood. I tried-I tried to keep him ali-alive,” your body shook with sobs as Wally brought you into his arms. Your face was buried in his shirt.

“He died and that asshole wanted me to fight him. I don’t know what happened after he pulled me off Alfred. The next thing I do remember is holding onto Alfred when Bruce and the others entered the cave. Clark, Diana, Bart, and Conner showed up and no one was listening to me. I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t watch another person die again, Wals. When I thought you had died, I was devastated. Then Jason died. Then some new members of the Young Justice team. Some of the League. I couldn’t stay and watch someone else I cared about die.”

You raised your head to look at Wally. “It’s like I’m cursed Wals. I had Zatanna check and I’m not, but that’s what it feels like. I didn’t kill (V/N), but I wanted to and that scared me. I wanted to take time to get myself together but Dick didn’t want to let me out of his sight because he’s afraid I’ll go and kill myself. I mean, I gave him ample reason to come to that conclusion, but I think that after knowing him for most of my life, that I deserve a little trust. They argued over me like I wasn’t even there.”

You sighed and wiped your eyes. “I don’t even know what I stand for anymore. After Alvarez, I became crueler...crueler than Batman. I bonded with Jason because he understood the new me. He understood me in ways that Dick didn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I still love the acrobat, but he just couldn’t understand me after they rescued me from Alvarez. Then I go and kill Alvarez and realize that I liked it. I liked the feeling of ending him...and I got that same feeling that night (V/N) attacked. It scared me. I scare myself Wally. How can I continue to fight the baddies of the world when there’s the possibility that I’d get the urge to kill them and be done with it?”

Wally stayed quiet for a little while before he responded. “When Captain Boomerang and Captain Cold teamed up and severely injured Uncle Barry, I lost it. I beat Cold within inches of death. I would have done the same to Boomerang had Diana not shown up. When someone hurts you or hurts those that you care about, your emotions go out of whack. You do things you normally wouldn’t do. You want to stop the threat before they hurt someone else you care about. When we have way too much baggage on our shoulders, we can’t stop ourselves. You’ve had way too much put on your shoulders to be able to stop and think about the consequences before acting. Especially when you’re blindsided. Had I been in your shoes, I would have killed Alvarez. Not because I wanted to, but because I couldn’t control it. You couldn’t either.”

“It goes against everything I use to stand for,” you sighed

“So change your standards. Redefine you. You’re obviously hurting over the fact that you’ve taken a life. I’d be worried if you weren’t.”

“What if I can’t do it anymore?”

“Then I support you either way.”

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8 Weeks Later

You looked up as your hair went flying everywhere. “Thanks for the warning, Wals.”

“I need your help.” Wally grabbed you and quickly pulled you downstairs. Your eyes widened as they landed on Bart and Barry who were out cold, cuts and burns covering their bodies.

“What happened,” you asked as Wally pulled out a case.

“Cold, Heatwave, and Trickster with upgraded weapons. They’re still running amuck and I can’t take the all by myself. No one is responding to my need of assistance. I know you’re still processing, but I have no one else, (Y/N/N).” He handed you the case and you opened it to see a new and improved suit with a new mask. Your hand paused over the uniform and your body tensed. “(Y/N/N), please.”

You looked at Wally and nodded, backing into the other room to change. Iris tossed you something as you exited the room. You caught it and smiled slightly. It was your old (weapon), new and improved. You glanced to Wally and stuck a hand out to him, “lead the way Flash Boy.”

Wally laughed slightly and picked you up bridal side before running off with you.

Upon arriving at the scene, you both quickly had to roll out of the way of Trickster’s latest trap. “Oh, your brought another friend Flashy...what does this one do?”

“I’ve got this one, you think you can get Cold and Heatwave?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Wally stated before racing off.

Your moment’s distraction allowed Trickster to approach you. “Have a present,” he laughed as he tossed the teddy bear to you. You moved out of the way. The second it hit the ground, your eyes widened as it exploded.

“That’s just wrong,” you stated. “You have a couple of screws loose, don’t you?

“That’s what my therapist says,” he laughs as he pulls out a toy gun.

“Let me guess, everything that looks like it wouldn’t hurt-like children’s toys-actually pack a punch?”

He just laughed and pressed the trigger. You were quite shocked that an actual boxing glove clocked you. “Quite literally,” he responded.

You thought that after the fight you would take the boxing glove gun for your own….it was too cool to give up. The more you fought the man, the more you started to enjoy it, your fears dissipating. After landing a punch that sent the Trickster flying into a wall, you made sure to zip tie him and go in search of Wally.

As you rounded the corner, you saw at least fifteen police cars outside the bank. You shrugged your shoulders, it made sense. You walked over to the barricade, easily getting through without too much trouble. Before you could enter the bank, Heatwave was thrown out. Guns raised and you were in the firing range.

“Put your weapons down, I’ve got him,” you shouted and struck at Heatwave as he got up. He growled and slammed you into the ground. He turned his flame gun on the barricade making the first responders and news crews back up.

While he was distracted, you grabbed the (weapon) and attacked, taking him down quickly. He fired the gun at you, hitting the top of your left arm as you moved. You hissed at the pain, but put it in the back of your mind. You knocked the gun out of his hand and continued your attack. You both traded punches and kicks, both knocked each other back. One hard kick to your chest had you flying into the barricade next to the news crews.

A groan left your mouth as you sat up, seeing Heatwave going for his gun. “Not today, asshole,” you mumbled as you got up, grabbing the gun you’d confiscated from the Trickster. You closed the distance fast and just as he went to grab for the heat gun, you pulled the trigger on the toy gun you had. You almost laughed at the look on one of the cop’s faces as the glove knocked the muscled criminal off his feet, a few feet away from his heat gun.

You tucked his gun into your utility belt and attacked the man while he was down, effectively knocking him out. You zip tied him and led him over to the barricade before entering the bank.

You had to duck as a stray blast of the cold gun came right at you. You saw Wally slowly getting up as he vibrated the ice off of him. You took cover behind one of the desks as Cold fired again. Wally was soon next to you. “Trickster and Heatwave are down.”

“I can’t get close to Cold. He had Trickster set up traps all around the bank that only he knows about. I just got out of the latest trap,” Wally huffed.

“Heat and cold cancel each other out. Why don’t I just use Heatwave’s gun against Cold?”

“Uncle Barry once had them do that...it overloaded both their guns. It could work. But how are you going to get close enough for it to work?”

“That’s where you come in KF. I need you to find a spot that isn’t booby trapped.” Wally sighed but nodded. You took out a couple of batarangs and threw them one by one at Captain Cold to keep him occupied while Wally looked for a space for you to stand. Once he found one, he raced back to you and placed you on the spot.

You trained the heat gun on Cold as he did the same to you. “This wasn’t expected,” he stated.

“Place your cold gun down and surrender willingly and we’ll call it a day,” you responded.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Not getting your ass handed to you by a non metahuman,” Wally called.

“I think not,” he pulled the trigger as you did. It was hard to explain exactly what happened next. As you expected, the two guns canceled each other, but you didn’t expect to be thrown backwards and onto another trap.

Wally knocked out Captain Cold, taking his gun and zip tying him before coming over to you. “This is gross,” you complained as you wiped slime from your face. Wally helped you up as he laughed then grabbed Cold and exited the building with you. Wally led Cold over to the authorities while you waited a good six feet from him.

You wiped more slime from your suit and face while Wally walked back to you. “I’m definitely glad that I didn’t step into that trap.” You glared at him and pulled out the toy gun, shooting it at his stomach. “That was uncalled for,” he gasped.

“Sorry, my finger slipped,” you smirked. You both started to laugh as Wally picked you up and ran you both back to the house.

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7 Months Later

The zeta tube announced your arrival to the mountain. You gave a hug to Damien as he approached you. “So is this what you’ve been doing since I left? Sitting on your asses? No wonder the League put me in charge of your training.”

“I’ll have you know that we’ve been very productive,” Dick stated as he brought you into a hug.

“Right,” you responded as you flipped Dick, pinning him.

“I wasn’t prepared for that.”

Jason laughed, “finally, someone that can take Blue Bird down.”

“I’ve taken him down, Todd,” Damien responded.

“Okay,” you called before Damien and Jason could get into it. “We start training tomorrow. I was thinking tonight we could do a movie and game night?”

“I’ve got the food,” Bart and Wally call as they race off.

You shook your head as the others brought out the games and selection of movies. You had come back into the vigilante life slowly. After helping Wally with Trickster, Captain Cold, and Heatwave, you couldn’t exactly stop. A month after that, you were back in (Y/C) taking down the villains you’d allowed to run amuck after what had happened to you. It felt good to be taking back the city. Soon after that, you’d team up with the bats and work on cases together. You’d done the occasional work with the League or Young Justice. After months of getting yourself back together, you were ready to be a full part of a team again.

As you sat on the couch while the team bickered over what to do first, Dick sat next to you. He pulled you into a gentle kiss. “I’m glad you’re back,” he whispered.

“Me too.”

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