i love when scar and joe hang out. they're the epitome of *talks a lot* *listens*, they just trade off who the one talking a lot is depending on whether they're talking about theme parks or pinball machines.
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Lizzie wandered the earth looking for something. It was a strange feeling, to have no idea where you were going while following your heart wherever it brought you. Especially in lands that did not seem familiar at all.
She was familiar, to some. People stared at her dry pink locks and her torn white dress with a tremendous amount of expectation she could never live up to. They backed off as soon as they realized she wasn't who they thought she was, but the disappointment always stung. It was best to remove herself from situations like that, for everyone's benefit.
Her heart let her wander to where once was the ocean. People had to explain it to her; how can there even be so much water in one place? She pushed past it and ambled through the deserted streets of a colorful mesa kingdom, beautiful even in ruins, smashed terracotta hands and limbs and heads everywhere.
At the foot of a magnificent dead tree sat one of those terracotta people. On his knees, head bowed down, hands resting limply in his lap. It was a miracle the wind hadn't blown him over. A simple crown rested on his head and he wore the color of royalty. His eyes were not closed, but his gaze was empty. Deactivated.
Lizzie settled near this broken terracotta man - or clone, as passing survivors called it. It used to be a kingdom of clones, and it was no surprise a clone of the king found solace with the mother tree. When offered to come with them, Lizzie declined - she was staying here. Her heart had always told her to move, and now it told her to stay.
So she stayed. After the first nine years, she stopped counting. It made time pass by even faster - so fast she sometimes forgot herself, or her goals. With one glance at the clone she remembered she was supposed to be here.
One day, after what must've been many years, the clone moved. Rusty after staying still for so long, his eyes regained a spark of life and Lizzie watched curiously as the man came to life when his gaze met Lizzie's, he stared for more than a few seconds. Somehow, it didn't bother her.
"Lizzie…"
It didn't trigger memories so much as it unlocked some. Not all, but some. Small moments here and there, just enough to know who was sitting there and what he was supposed to mean to her.
"Joel."
He sprung up and wrapped her in a tight embrace, which she returned. Any hesitation washed away. Even though she still didn't remember most things, one thing was crystal clear to her: she loved this man, and this man loved her.
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OK BUT I’VE BEEN WATCHING BUDDY DADDIES RELIGIOUSLY—
and like, i just— just think about it—
Bruce, Clark and smol Dick
I imagine in this specific scenario Alfred is not there for whatever reason, OH! MAYBE he and Bruce had a fight bc ofc B would be super insistent that he’s a functional adult and he doesn’t need to be taken care of, so he’s been left to actually care for himself until he gets his head out of his ass.
So he’s there, pretending he’s not a twenty-something useless mess that can hardly deal with his company and Batman stuff, when tiny four year old Dickie is thrown into his lap (idk, through working on his parents case or smth i can’t think of anything rn) and he’s obviously panicking because how do you even take care of this pocket sized earthquake?
Enter Clark, Best-Friend-Who-Bruce’s-Definitively-Not-Pining-For, who initially just dropped by to help Bruce on a particularly rough day but is immediately smitten by Dickie because he’s just so adorable and a tiny ray of sunshine that Must Be Loved And Protected.
So ofc, Clark stays with them to help and they figure out how to raise him together bc neither of them actually have a clue of what to do with a toddler but they’re working on it together, and it would be just so domestic and fluffy, pining sprinkled in to season it well 🥺🥺🥺
I JUST NEED THAT OK??? JUST THEM!!!! They’re already Dick’s dads so this would be so amazing!!!
I need this in my life like I need oxygen to live
(Maybe later there’s a conflict bc obviously being superheroes -and Bruce being a public figure- means Dickie isn’t totally safe so there’s a moment they have to let him go for his own good but then realise they love him far too much and want to make it work so they get him back—)
(They don’t end up together bc they’re that particular brand of stupid and then Alfred comes back so Clark is considering leaving bc “they don’t need him anymore” and “Dick’s growing old enough now” but would you look at that, someone abandoned this other toddler and we can’t just not take him in, Clark, look at him.)
(Every time they’re about to separate ways because “the kids are growing up”, another child makes their way into the house, and of course Dick and Jason have absolutely nothing to do with that—)
(They get married after Jason for “tHe bOyS’ SaKe” but it takes until after Damian and Jon for them to finally get their shit together)
(They were already a sickeningly in love Old Married Couple but they insisted it was platonic)
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what if i just scream really really loud and then die and rot and a tree grows out of my corpse. what then. would that be peace
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rewatching doctor who season 1 and now i remember why i cried when nine regenerated and will probably cry again
also like, i know they really ramped up the rose/ten in series 2 but for fucks sake if you don’t think the groundwork for that relationship was laid by nine you are blind to all subtext and a decent amount of the actual text
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