Happy Birthday Alfred Molina!!🎉🎉🎉
Without Molina’s portrayal of Doc Ock, this blog wouldn’t even exist, so big thank you to him for that and for all of his hard work that has brought so many characters to life over the years!!! I hope he has a fantastic and peaceful birthday😊
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DPxDC Prompt:
[this is a long one please forgive me]
Bruce lied to the others about his trip through time. Not all of it! Just…one specific thing.
During the early parts of his timeline hijinks, before Tim realized Bruce was still alive, he had a bit of a respite in between his endless time jumps. (Maybe a certain ghost was helping him out.) With a fuzzy memory at best and a strange itch to investigate the unknown, Bruce had been taken in by an old couple who had no kids but wanted to pass on the family name. And who better than a thirty-something amnesiac stranger who could actually be related by blood?
Bruce, with nowhere to go, accepted his new name, grew out his hair, and quickly got accepted into college for engineering. There, he met two of his closest friends; a redheaded woman who could kick his ass and a wet chicken of a man who could also kick his ass. They both made him nostalgic for something he didn’t remember, and that made him sad sometimes, but the two were always there to cheer him up.
Years passed, and Bruce’s life moved on. He settled well into his new name, mourned his parents when the eventually passed, celebrated his wedding with the redhead, and grieved when the last of their trio fell out of touch. He had a daughter, and then a son! They were both so smart, even if they didn’t share the same passion he had for exploring the science behind the afterlife. (Something about the dead just itched his brain in an infuriating way, and Bruce wasn’t one to let sleeping dogs lie. He just had to find out why he was so obsessed with this stuff!)
Eventually, his and his wife’s research yielded results, and that’s when bits of Bruce’s former life started coming back to him. After the portal opened, he spent his days with his head in a fog, oblivious to the world around him as he struggled to continue his work.
Why did he remember a boy named Dick? Who would name their child that? And Jason…who was Jason? That name always made him sad. There were more names, more faces, but none of them were his. He could never remember what his name was supposed to be. All he had was the one his adoptive parents gave him.
His wife was worried. His daughter was struggling. And his son…his son sometimes hurt to look at. Bruce didn’t know why. He knew he was being a terrible father, but something in him wanted to cry whenever he gazed at those clear blue eyes, just like his own. His son was too smart for his own good, and realized his dad had started avoiding him.
The day his son purposely left the room so Bruce could relax was one that hurt him even now.
Time kept passing, and Bruce was becoming anxious. His brain fog was as bad as its ever been. He had constant headaches, and his hands kept twitching for nonexistent tools on his belt. Something was going to happen. Something had happened. A voice in his head told him it was all his fault.
So in an attempt to clear his head and spend more time with his family, Bruce insisted they all go to dinner at the local diner. His son invited his friends. Even better! More people meant more distractions from his messed-up thoughts. He wouldn’t spiral with the kids around.
And then something exploded.
The last thing Bruce remembered was his son’s (green??) eyes widening in fear and horror as something yanked him violently backwards. He fell farther than expected, through a portal and a green sky full of black stars. A hand tightened on the back of his jumpsuit, hauling his giant body through another portal with a roar of a motorcycle.
And then…and then…and then what?
All of a sudden, Bruce was sprawled in some mud in the middle of a forest, dizzy and coughing from the explosion’s fumes. He’s singed all over, and his ears still rang from the force of the…what happened again?
Bruce sits up, and all of a sudden, he’s in the era of the pilgrims. His memory has been wiped clean, his new name and family forgotten thanks to the hands of time. His adventures through the time stream continue, with him assuming many different identities throughout many different decades.
The memories of being Jack Fenton don’t return to him until he’s back in 2004, once again in his own time and living as Bruce Wayne. A glowing green sticky note informs him that “The Nasty Burger Incident” had just occurred. His “other self” just had his ass dragged to another era, so the time loop would continue.
It also informed him that he had an orphaned son crying for him at Bruce’s own grave.
Well, his forgotten son (that sounded bad, even to him) was supposed to be about fourteen now, right? Bruce hopes he doesn’t have to fight anyone for custody.
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"A warm beam of sunlight, embracing your skin"
FINALLY AFTER 3 DAYS I AM DONE. god this is probably the best thing ive finished in months or maybe even years. i never finish anythinf but ALFER BIRTHDAY IS IMPORTANT so you i finished this one. now rhat j look at it i feel like i couldve done a few changes to it but honestly i dont even wanna think about it its good as it is. anyways
HAPPY LATE 64TH BIRTHDAY YOU OLD GEEZER!!!! Words cannot describe how much happiness he's brought into my life through his art, personality, everything really. He's so kind and gorgeous and he has changef me for the better and I've met so many lovely people through him and he has been my inspiration in art, music, poetry, but also life, and for that, I am so grateful. I still remember his 63rd birthday like it was yesterday, really makes you think about the passage of time. However I hope that we get to watch it pass together with him for many years to come. That being said MR. ALFIE I LOVE YOU PLEASE😭😭😭😭
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detective comics #833
[ID: a party for Bruce Wayne's ninth birthday! It's his first birthday after his parents were brutally murdered in front of him. For the very special day, a magician is standing on a platform stage and performing a card trick as a crowd watches him. The magician announces, “And as we see, Tommy's card has risen to the top of the deck.” Collections of red, white, and blue party balloons decorate the scene and the number nine is written on one of them. For more environmental storytelling, behind the magician, Zatara, is a vibrant yellow banner that says ‘happy birthday Bruce!’ as Bruce is no where to be seen.
Bruce, as an adult, reflects on the memory and of his relationship with the magician's daughter, Zatanna: ‘I have a checkered history with Zatanna and her family. Before we were born, our fathers worked together on many children's charities. After Zatara became a father himself, he was always willing to do benefit performances to help children in need. Any child.’
At the party, Alfred is talking to Zatara after his performance is over and as the crowd disperses. Alfred tells him, “My thanks again, Mr. Zatara, for entertaining the children.” Zatara warmly responds, “Anything for Thomas and Martha. I was so fond of them. This first year must be terrible for poor Bruce.” The butler-turnt-guardian sighs and agrees, “Indeed. I thought a party might cheer him up, but it appears he's moved beyond childhood diversions.”
He continues to express his concerns and says, “I doubt he'll ever be a child again.” But oblivious to him, a young girl attending the party has overheard him and is now walking off to go find the birthday boy! She finds Bruce sitting with his knees drawn up amongst a small strip of woods next to a river. He stares into the water remorseful before looking over his shoulder with a scowl at the approaching girl. He tells her, “The party's back there.” But she doesn't leave. Bruce starts to sharply repeat himself but she holds up a single finger to stop him. Silently, Zatanna presents a shiny quarter in her concerningly small palm.
She swipes her open hand over the coin to reveal it's disappeared! She mimes a shrug as Bruce watches with disgruntlement before he tries to swat her hands away as Zatanna reaches for his ear! “Yeah, I know. The coin is behind...” But his exasperation is replaced with a small, surprised laugh as Zatanna suddenly blows large bubbles instead! He smiles and closes his eyes as he asks her how did she do that — but when he opens his eyes, she's suddenly gone!
Bruce returns to the party, now having a small smile as he stands alone and looks at Zatanna. Behind him a bunch of kids are playing as she sits in the foreground of the panel – unaware of Bruce's enamored stare. In present time, Bruce thinks to himself, ‘Years later Zatara trained me to become an escape artist, and I came to know Zatanna better through The Justice League. There are times I think we should be closer than we are, but...’ END ID]
[ID: Zatanna, now an adult, is bleeding out after The Joker shot her in her throat. She's underwater and is staring out to a restrained Batman, who can only watch in anguish as yet another person he loves dies in front of him. In front of her, blood mixes into the water as oxygen bubbles float in front of her dying face. Bruce has a flashback to the above scene of when they were kids and how she performed the bubble magic trick to make him laugh. END ID]
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