#I like to think Arkham & Bludhaven are like Gotham's children

[puppetmaster13u]

Gotham City Spirit

So in DC it's canon that some cities have living spirits. Manifestations of the cities themselves. And Gotham, I think, should have one. Gotham is cursed. Very cursed. There's also a Lazarus pit below it, a few buried temples to fifth dimensional beings and gods. And Arkham has been built over a site to a portal of hell, and then there was a second one opened there as well.

Gotham, I think, is a very old spirit. With how cursed the city is, much like the denizens, they're always fighting. Each night they battle curses and rip apart intrusions. One would think they're strength is waning, but they're actually very powerful. The issue is that most of that power is used to defend the city, and to shelter their knights when the sun goes down. Gotham is the grizzled warrior of the cities, starting to form far before the city became Gotham. And while at first it looks human, the longer one looks at its form the less that seems true.

Some of my favorite details:

The pauldron on their shoulder has patterns in the colors of the vigilantes

The outside of the cloak has a faded brick pattern similar to the buildings

There's several eyes, thorns, and feathers emerging from beneath the bandages & wounds, influenced by the Rogues

They did not have a long cloak until Batman took to the streets

Patches of their skin fades to gray like a corpse while the rest is the warmth of a body still living

Yes, those boots are in fact thigh-high (also matches Bats)

I like to think that a city's abilities are influenced by the people living there. For example Gotham may use a blade from olden times, but they may also start spewing spores or fear gas too. It's an odd abomination of modern and ancient, ever changing and adapting to their people.

[batfsm]

I had a thought that they, basically it was Barbara, wouldn’t. I know they had left and then came back but so you think they would leave for good?

Idea below:

It and basically happens during/before Blockbuster/Tarantula/Bludhaven/The Earthquake. (I think they all happened around the same time, if they didn’t they do here.)

An OC, maybe even one of the kids I don’t know yet, gets the future in their head/comes back in time and calls Talia & Ra’s. They tell them what happens and the League comes to Gotham. Talia tears into Catalina, this is before Jason comes out as Red Hood but he remembers (I don’t know if he’s the one to remember because Damian also remembers), and Jason complains because he wanted to do so but got told he was not allowed near her or even Blockbuster. (Talia had called Bruce and got him to get Dick home before she left for Catalina Flores which he did by telling him he needed him since Jason and Damian had shown up.)

Ra’s goes to Gotham and talks to Bruce and Alfred and they bring over who they can of Bludhaven and start getting Gotham ready. The bridge is not used, Ivy and the other Rogues that can be a little trusted are allowed out of Arkham and put to work, Crime Alley is the first to be emptied, Jason gets them to leave by getting the Working Girls/Boys to help, and put with families or in Manors that can hold them. Bristol is quickly filled with even the smallest Manor/Mansion being used and all the other houses holding who they can. Basically Gotham City itself is soon emptied, except for who won’t leave.

Ivy makes food and water is brought over by the assassins who are the ones who get in and out of Gotham itself. No one else goes there (not even the family who have a lot of the GPD and their families in the Manor.) if they don’t have to.

Duke and his parents come to live with the family as does Steph and Crystal. So do Colin, Cullen, Harper, Matt, Terry, (who shouldn’t be born yet, I don’t think, but are for reasons), and their parents.

The earthquake and etc happens still but not as bad as it did in the past/future. More are saved and more people ban together and decide to stay when offered to leave.

There’s a bit more in between but the one thing that stands out to me is that Dick asks Barbara to leave with the family, they decided to leave Gotham and only come back to visit for a reason I can’t think of right now, and live with Talia and Ra’s.

Barbara gets mad at Dick and tells him no and he should stay in Gotham. When Dick points out that she had left and come back, she told him it was different because he was leaving for good, even though he told her that they would be back to visit. He got angry and said it wasn’t that different and they fought and broke up.

Selina…Selina got mad at Bruce because he and Talia were taking. They weren’t together, just talking and getting to be friends again, but Selina didn’t like it. When Talia pointed out that she and Bruce would be talking because of the children, Selina blew up and she broke up with Bruce for good.

I don’t know if they would get back together, either couple but maybe they would work it out and maybe they wouldn’t. I just had the thought of Barbara getting mad at Dick for leaving Gotham/Bludhaven for good.

(Oh, I kind of have a thought that Bruce tells Gotham/the world about being Batman and the kids follow before they leave. I don’t know if I would include it if I ever did write this.)

(Yes, Steph, Crystal, Duke, his parents, Terry, Matt, their parents, Harper, Cullen, and Colin do go with them.)

I don’t know what else I would add, if anything else, but here’s the start.

[danny-and-hisshadow]

Current project:

Danny as the mall grinch

Plot- Danny normally dislikes Christmas ( the over played Christmas music, the fighting over weather or not Santa is real or not, the over commercialization of Christmas in general) , it's his thing to hate Christmas.

Danny's a broke college student living in Gotham, and he's not going to ask anyone for money or a handout,he has pride . Rent was due soon, so he started looking for a seasonal job.

he finds a job he would like after a few long hours, mall Grinch. He would get to act like the Grinch he is all day AND get paid to do it? And all he has to do is pretend to be the Grinch for little kids and adults who like the 'how the Grinch stole Christmas' movie? Sign him up.

Unknown to Danny a few independent scrooges have eyes on the mall he will be working at. A big charity event is going to take place in the giant mall with a professional Santa. And charities mean money, a certain clown decides to crash the event early by replacing the mall Santa.

Meanwhile something happened to the scarecrow, it's like he's been possessed by something.

Locations - a fake giant Gotham mall I made up

Possibly featuring a abandoned mall from the Arkham games.( Might have scarecrow go there)

Characters -

Danny - mall Grinch

Joker - ' replacement ' mall santa

Scarecrow - possessed by krampus

Gary , an original character I made up,

he is a man who works in the mall,

he put up a advertisement online looking for someone to be a mall grinch,

he was the one who wanted the mall Grinch to be the live action movie Grinch.

He is a make up artist and is the one to put Danny in his costume every day and personally pays Danny his money

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(The mall Grinch Job ,it's a real job listing online in real life too, very nice to know,I looked it up and in south Carolina there were a few listings for one)

I originally was thinking about using toyman in this, have toys running around the mall terrorizing everyone trapped in the mall, just so I could have another excuse to let Danny as the Grinch go through the mall destroying weaponized Christmas toys and saving children.

but was really indecisive about it so I made a poll asking about it, I already had joker in the fic,so I asked if I should bring in toyman or scarecrow, and etc.

It was really close but scarecrow won

He wouldn't be scarecrow without his mask but here is Jonathan crane in the middle of going through a transformation into a krampus , the krampus didn't have a physical body so tried to take Jonathan crane's body, but Jonathan crane is the scarecrow,and scarecrow instead trapped the krampus in his mind, stealing the krampus 's power for himself, though he has to exert a lot of will power to stay in control. He is hiding out as his body changes but he is still making plans during it.

Other plans I have in mind for the story is Danny going around mildly defacing Christmas decorations, sabotaging Christmas music, and other things to improve moral.

Possibly Danny exploring the mall so to know his way around later in the story,only for that knowledge to be rendered useless after a point,lol.

I don't plan for Batman to show up, seeing as I planned on Bruce Wayne attending the charity event I had planned for the story , so robin might not show up either 😁

Red Hood would be in crime alley taking care of it

Night wing is in bludhaven

, I plan on researching other batfamily members before I try writing them into my story.

To stay motivated I try drawing stuff

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

If the Sky Comes Falling Down (For You)

or, 5 times Jason Todd saved his siblings… and one time they saved him.

Chapter One (Stephanie): lurkinglurkerwholurks.tumblr. com/post/182292869661/if-the-sky-comes-falling-down-for-you

AO3 link: archiveofourown. org/works/17535599/chapters/41500877

Chapter Two

They weren’t on the same team. Being on a team implied cooperation. It implied trust. Jason didn’t trust Dick Grayson as far as he could throw him. But sometimes the devil you knew was better than the devil you didn’t, especially if the devil you didn’t was a pack of literal hellhounds.

Crane had slipped free from Arkham again and, in a fit of unwelcome inspiration, had decided to take on a new theme. Scarecrow went literary. The various horrors released had been annoying but not Jason’s problem. He didn’t care about Gotham at large. His interests were restricted to the parts no one else wanted, and as long as the rogues and gangbangers didn’t cross into his turf, he didn’t cross them.

But then Crane released his Baskerville hounds on the Narrows, filling the neighborhood with beasts the size of motorcycles with foam-flecked maws and glowing green eyes. Jason didn’t have a problem with dogs usually, but these nightmares were going after anything that moved—men, women, and children alike. He needed them off his streets.

The masks wanted the same thing. The Bat had shown a drop of sense for once in his bullheaded life and hadn’t come to the Narrows himself. Instead, Nightwing had sprung from the shadows, all straight white teeth and corny jokes, just like Jason remembered. He’d swooped in, positioning himself at Jason’s back between Hood and the circling dogs like it was where he’d always meant to be. Like turning his back on Jason was the natural thing to do.

Jason almost, almost wished for the Bat instead. At least B knew when to shut up. Then he thought of the Bat stomping through his neighborhood, shrouded in scowls and an air of moral superiority, and wanted to vomit. He’d rather no masks at all, but if he had to have one, Nightwing was probably the best of a flock of bad options.

It was uncanny, though, how little the acrobat had changed. Despite notching a few more years on his belt, Nightwing was still the lithe, wisecracking circus boy Jason remembered. Quick fists and a quicker mouth, he kept up a steady stream of chatter as they punched their way through the pack. Maybe that was the real problem—not that Dick hadn’t changed, but that the only thing that had changed was how he treated Jason, and his refusal to acknowledge that anything was different.

Dick had never liked Jason, not even when Jason was just a kid in need of a home. Dick hadn’t even been around most of the time, preferring to lick his wounds and strut his stuff in Bludhaven. And when he had been around, he’d brought a tension into the city, into the Manor. At the time, Jason hadn’t been able to decide what scared him more—that one of Dick and Bruce’s fights would go too far, or that they’d make up for good and Jason would be back out on the street. He hadn’t wholly believed Bruce would do that to him, not really, but irrational fears were a hard thing to squash.

A couple years and a grave later, it seemed the fear hadn’t been so irrational.

“So do you think these are real dogs?” Nightwing was saying over the cacophony of howls. “Like, do you think Crane used real dogs and genetically engineered them, or?”

Jason gritted his teeth. He had a few claw marks that said they were real, but he wasn’t going to encourage Nightwing’s chatter or, god forbid, slip into banter.

“I just gotta know,” Nightwing continued as he flipped over a snapping hound and kept running. “If these are lab-created algae monstrosities or something, that’s fine, but I don’t think I can kill a real dog. It’s not their fault they are what they are, you know?”

Jason did know. As accustomed as he’d become to taking human life, the thought of snuffing out an animal did a number on his insides. Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone, especially Nightwing. Nor would his squeamishness prevent him from killing every last hound if doing so protected the Narrows.

To prove his point, he whipped out his tranquilizer pistol and shot two rounds in the rump of a beast.

“Seems real enough.”

The dog yelped and faltered, but the remainder of the pack surging forward after the sprinting vigilantes. So far Hood and Nightwing had bagged four dogs along the length of the neighborhood, corralling and subduing each until Animal Control could come for them in the morning. Jason suspected the pick-up would be considered outside the normal duties for any other city unit, but Gotham’s Animal Control, like every other local government service, was used to responding to the unusual.

“I always wanted a dog.” Oh god, Nightwing was still talking. It had to be after 1 AM. They’d been at it for hours. Did he never stop? “B always said no. Didn’t think I’d take care of it. He got me a fish once, though. You ever have any pets?”

Jason blinked rapidly, trying to brush away the green haze that had flared across his vision at the mention of Nightwing’s mentor. It cost him to fight it, spending energy he didn’t have to spare.

He could let it in, something whispered in the back of his skull. Let the Pit take over. It would give him strength. He could wring the neck of the little birdie, finish the night in peace.

Jason sucked in a lungful of filtered night air and focused on reaching the end of the block. He was trying to resist the Pit more these days. Not because of any stupid morality or sense of guilt. He just didn’t like the idea of something else having control over him. If he killed, Jason wanted it to be because he chose to.

The dogs were gaining. Not by much, but enough that Jason knew their situation needed to change, fast. He was fit, maybe more than he’d ever been, but neither of them could keep up this pace forever. He had one tranq left in his gun. Nightwing, by Jason’s count, had two. There were three dogs left—great math, except one tranq wasn’t always enough to keep them down. He needed to keep ahead of the pack enough to find accessible high ground, get out of reach, reload his weapon, and finish off the last few dogs. Then maybe he could think about shooting Nightwing in the head.

“There,” Jason gasped, pointing to the fire escape halfway down the block. Here in the Narrows, fire code was less of a rule and more of a guideline, one that was often bypassed in order to offer a modicum of security to the already imperiled apartments. The ladder was the first they had seen in three blocks, and though it was raised, adrenaline could make a body soar.

They raced together, Nightwing’s prattle and jokes stripped away by the long sprint and the scraping clatter of claws on the asphalt behind them. It felt strange to be running next to someone else, to have someone with the same purpose and focus by his side. Jason tried not to think about it, even as they reached the ladder and he skidded to a halt and pivoted on his heel, turning to face the dogs as Nightwing launched himself into the air. Jason shot a dog in the meat of its chest, watched it fall with grim satisfaction, then scrambled up the ladder after Nightwing.

Their bandolier of tranquilizers was low, but it was enough to get the job done. Limbs trembling with exertion, they each popped off two more rounds into the remaining dogs, then watched from above as the hounds struggled, howled, and finally sank into unconsciousness.

Jason hoped this was the last of them, that the night was finally ending and he could scuff back to his dingy little apartment and fall into bed. No good showing weakness in front of anyone, though, so he kept his back straight and footsteps purposeful as he dropped back down to the street and pulled the reinforced nylon cord from his belt.

“Tie ‘em up and leave ‘em for Control?” Nightwing asked as he dropped to the ground as well, his feet silent as a shadow. Jason grunted in reply before squatting next to the closest dog and securing its muzzle and legs.

They weren’t so awful-looking when knocked out. Horrifically big and muscular for mutts, sure, but with those awful glowing eyes closed, they were just dogs. Jason was glad he hadn’t been forced to kill any.

“Hope this is the last of it from Scarecrow,” Nightwing said as he knelt to secure his own dog. “I’m beat. Like, those weird flying monkey things were bad enough. I’ll have nightmares for weeks. But after all that running, I don’t even care. Knock me out and let me sleep.”

Jason didn’t answer. If Dick thought he was going to thank him, he was out of his mind. Something about Nightwing’s voice, though… It made the skin between Jason’s shoulder blades prickle, like an attack was coming. But Nightwing wouldn’t…

“Probably wouldn’t hurt to load up on some more tranqs.” Nightwing kept his gaze on the knots he was tying and not on Jason, but Jason could feel the force of his attention like a fist to the kidneys. “We could swing by the Cave, pick up some more.”

There it was. Jason wished he had his helmet off so he could spit on the ground, do something to lessen the roaring tide rising up in him.

“Pass.”

“Come on.” Nightwing’s voice had gone thin and wheedling, a whiny trick that worked on the Bat and the Bat alone. Never on Jason. Especially not now. “You can’t do this forever.”

It was a flash behind his eyes. A hairpin trigger in his gut. Jason’s vision juddered to the right and then snapped back into focus as he whirled to face the other man.

“Do what.” Not a question. A warning. The flare of an insect’s spines, the rattle of a snake’s tail. Danger, danger, back away, death is near.

“You need to be with your family. You need to—“

“Finish that sentence and I swear to god I’ll put a bullet between your eyes.”

He would. God help him, he would. There was a green fire crackling in Jason’s veins, turning his blood into smoke and lightning, and voices just beyond his hearing that hissed for him to do it, do it, do it. If Dick finished that sentence, he’d pull the pistol from his belt and shoot a hole in that pretty little face. Even now, he was fighting the urge so hard that his knuckles were strained and cracking.

What did Dick think would happen? That he’d give his cheery little plea, and Jason would melt? Throw himself into Dick’s arms for a bear hug and a cuddle? That they’d go waltz into the Cave together and the Bat would accept him with open arms? That the new Boy Wonder would welcome him with brotherly love?

And that was the thing, wasn’t it. Jason had returned to Gotham with ample reasons to hate them both—the mentors who had abandoned and betrayed him. But he’d also made sure to give them reasons to hate him.

He had tried to kill Robin. And still they wanted him back. As if his deeds meant nothing. As if that boy they claimed to love meant nothing.

“Jay—“

The fuse crackled and hissed. Jason took a step toward Nightwing, fists clenched, muscles tensed. The Pit was too strong to stop, too strong to turn away. He had the slenderest thread of control, and he’d use it to beat the chirpy little birdie to a pulp. Choke him within an inch of his life. But Dick would be left with that inch. Only just.

The Pit was churning and the ghosts were wailing and Nightwing was still speaking, still trying to charm his way out, to talk his way through, and Jason was barreling forward—

—and there was a black shadow in the corner of his eye, a demon wraith with the glow of the damned and the howl of the lost.

Jason leapt, driving his shoulder into Nightwing’s chest, forcing him back even as Jason twisted to tangle his gloved hands into fistfuls of fur.

Man and beast slammed into the concrete. It was unformed chaos—fur and claw and teeth and muscle and breath and pain. Jason’s muscles strained to keep the snapping jaws away from his throat. His fingers flailed toward his belt. Teeth sunk past his jacket, into the pulp of his forearm.

Jason roared.

There was a shout from somewhere away and above, past the meat and the fur. The wall of muscle lifted briefly. Enough for Jason’s free hand to release the dog’s throat. Enough to pull the pistol from his belt and unload it into the cavernous chest of the beast. Six bullets, bam bam bam bam bam bam, one after the other.

The dog shuddered, then slumped, no longer a beast, just a body. Jason pushed it off him, felt the teeth slide free from his arm, and rolled to his feet. Nightwing stood over him, hands extended, face white as new snow. Unharmed.

Jason kept his voice low and his words clear so that Nightwing couldn’t fail to hear a single one. “I have no family. You mean nothing. You arenothing. And if you get in my way, I’ll kill you.”

Jason shook himself out, brushing off Dick and the Bat and the whole affair as if he believed his own words. They were nothing. Nothing.

His arm was numb, but the pain would come soon. It always did. Jason tucked the injured limb against his chest, ignoring the way the blood slowly seeped into his shirt, warming his abdomen. He turned to leave.

Nightwing’s voice followed him, reaching like his still extended hand. “Then why did you push me out of the way?”

“Because if you’re found with your throat ripped out in Crime Alley, the Bat will never believe it wasn’t me.” Jason hoped he sounded jaunty, lassiez-faire in the way of the most sinister rogues. Not like he was about to barf all over his own boots. “If I kill you, I want the credit fair and square. Just not tonight.”

He even managed a dismissive wave over his shoulder before he disappeared into the shadows and out of sight. Out of reach of the birds and their meddling and the still bodies of the dogs that hadn’t meant to do anything wrong.

It wasn’t until Jason was nearing his safe house, blood still cooling on his skin, that he replayed his own threat and grimaced. When. He had meant when.

Chapter Three (Tim): lurkinglurkerwholurks. tumblr.com/post/182630050597/if-the-sky-comes-falling-down-for-you

Chapter Four (Cassandra): lurkinglurkerwholurks.tumblr. com/post/182813719582/if-the-sky-comes-falling-down-for-you

Chapter Five (Damian): lurkinglurkerwholurks.tumblr. com/post/182968066537/if-the-sky-comes-falling-down-for-you

Chapter Six (Jason): lurkinglurkerwholurks. tumblr.com/post/183127197052/if-the-sky-comes-falling-down-for-you

[gobydana]

The Vet Part 2

A/N: Here is part 2 of The Vet. This time Bruce meets the reader as Batman. Let me know what you think. 

The Vet Part One, Part Two, Part 3

Alfred was home by the time they got back to the manor. Damian was still carrying Alfred the cat as they walked in. Luckily Duke had informed of the morning events. He greeted Damian as he walked up the stairs. Soon Alfred turned to Bruce who dug the care instructions out of his pocket. No doubt that was what the butler was looking for.

“I assume it went well.” He inquire while walking towards the main room.

“Dr. Y/N is a good vet and works with Damian well.” Bruce remarked. “How did you find them?”

“They helped out with one animals at Haley’s circus. Young Master Richard remember her and suggested them when we got Ace. They are rather remarkable. Master Damian took to them right away. He stated they were the decent and acceptable to handle his animals.”

“Hmm.” Was the sound Bruce made while walking towards his office to go back to previous morning work.

Throughout the day, Bruce couldn’t get their smile out of his mind. Maybe it was their interaction with Damian, how much they were willing to work with him. Most adults are easily put off by his way of talking and bluntness. They even went as far as to find a book he was asking about. They didn’t treat him as a silly child but rather an adult, something Damian wants.

Soon though it was time for the rogues of Gotham to take over his mind. He went down to the cave to deal out patrol boundaries. This job was one of the hardest since some days his kids got along and other days he felt like they were testing his stress levels. He has learned who to stick together and who not to. If Dick was Gotham for the night instead of Bludhaven, Damian would claim him. Over time, Bruce learned it was better to just partner them up instead of the arguments that Damian would start if he wasn’t with Dick.

Tonight, Damian was with Tim and Duke and Jason paired up. Cass and Stephanie partner for the docks. Once upon a time, Tim and Damian couldn’t be together but had come a long way. Plus Duke and Jason had a stakeout plan. Bruce could tell from the insane amount of junk food in their packs, that it was going to be a long stake out. He dismissed them all while heading to the computer. He took one last look to make sure Clark hadn’t sent anything in  regards to a recent League missions and then he was off.

It was hardly the case that patrol was quite. Ever since Dick was Robin, he had gotten use to a kid near his side. A shadow that he had grown to except to always be there. Yet they had all gotten older and even Damian would rather go with one of his sibling now. Not even on league missions did he get alone time. Once upon a time, he would wish for this, but now it was a lonely reminder that soon they would all be doing their own thing.

Luckily the chatter over the comns kept him from thinking too much about it. Jason seemed to be teaching Duke poker on the stake out. It must have been a slow day for them. It also seemed to explain why they were stocking up on so many snacks. At least they weren’t betting money. Tim and Damian were getting along but it seemed to be at the soon to be suffering of Connor and Jon. Something about a prank war the Kent boys started. Bruce made a mental note to warn Clark.

Only a few thugs tried anything in his area tonight. Even Arkham seemed to be behaving for once. No break outs for the last week. Barbara had even made a board that stated blank days since the last Arkham breakout. Sometimes he wondered just serious his family takes the hero business.

Out of the corner of his eye he spied someone near a dumpster. He dropped down on a fire escape nearby to see what they were doing. To his surprise it was Dr. L/N. The appeared to be trying to coax something or someone out from behind. They were so busy with that task that they didn’t notice the growing shadow lurking nearby.

Batman jumped on the thug as soon as he brought up a baseball bat towards the vet. They heard the thump and turned around. The shock on their face event that they were not paying attention.

“Oh gosh. Thank you Batman.” They said while glancing at the dumpster.

“You should pay more attention.” He replied.

“I know. It’s just there is a mother cat and her kittens back here. They aren’t looking well. A neighbor gave me a warning. I wanted to help them out.” They said while turning their full attention back to the dumpster.

“Here, I will move the dumpster to help.” He offered.

As he moved the dumpster, four tiny grey kittens came into view. The mother next, and none of them looked in good shape. The vet immediately went to help them. The mother cat seemed to trust them and allowed Y/N near her kittens.

“Oh I need to take you little ones home.” They muttered to themselves.

“Let me help.” Batman replied.

They looked shock almost forgetting he was there and heard them.

“Oh I couldn’t ask you. You have Gotham to look after.”

“Gotham is okay tonight. Plus I have help.” He remarked while the sounds of his children filtered through the comns.

“Could you then grab a kitten or two?” They hesitantly asked.

He beckoned the kittens over. Luckily dealing with Damian’s cat had given him experience it handling cats. Three of them came over and he scooped them up in his arms. Y/N couldn’t but help and smile at the picture in front of them. The big bat himself was holding three kittens who kept pawing at him.

Luckily their place wasn’t far from the area. A few blocks walk and they were there. They walked up the stairs to their loft apartment. Inside a three legged dog greeted them. Y/N went straight to the couch to lay the mother down. She motioned for Batman to do the same. As she went to the kitchen for some milk, he took the chance to look around.

The place looked like only they lived there. Dog toys scattered the area. Plants at the window gave it a homey feeling. Her degree hung on the wall next to a picture of what appeared Haley’s circus. He took the chance for a closer look, knowing she helped out back when Dick was in it with his parents. Sure enough there was a young Dick on Zike. His parents stood on either side. He made a note to later pull the image from his lens to show Dick.

“They were the nicest people. A lion had gotten ill the morning of.” Y/N remarked. “Turns out the lion was pregnant. It was sad that night they performed though.”

Batman just nodded as emotions rushed through him he tried to keep at bay. Sometimes he thinks back to that night wishing he could change the outcome for his oldest son.

“Thank you.” They said after a moment of silence when they were giving the kittens milk. “These little ones should be good with some milk. Mother will be good after some food.”

Again the Batman replied with a nod. He was going to take that moment to ask her some more questions, but was interrupted by his children.

“Ummm B, we might have an issue.” Jason hollered over the comns.

He rushed towards the window and was gone before Y/N could say anything. They turned to the cat and said, “So much for goodbye.” 

Tagging: @superwhoteen @the-shadow-of-atlantis @fuckbuckyyy

[becausewerebatfam]

Mother F*cker (2)

Jason Todd x Reader

[ Part One ]

“I’m Red Hood,” Jason confessed.

“Wha-” you failed to form even a single word. It was shocking to hear your beloved Jason was a completely different person. 

Jason never regretted what he had done. The people he killed were criminals, they deserved to die. How were you, the daughter of Batman, supposed to understand this? You denounced the use of lethal force long ago as a teenager. You allowed yourself to stay at Arkham to make up for unwillingly breaking the moral code he had no intention of following ever again. 

Bruce noticed your internal struggle, it was the one similar to his. He wanted Jason back but not like this. When you started pacing he could almost hear your mind overworking itself as you processed how this changed everything.

To make up for the time you lost with your children you decided that while Gotham may need you your kids needed you more. You weren’t out at night patrolling the city as much as everyone else but that didn’t stop you from watching over them. You knew all about their run-ins with Red Hood. There was an extensive file on him containing a list of crimes, victims, and weapons he owns. Many nights you sat in front of the Batcomputer after putting the kids to sleep and sometimes ran out to help when you were needed. The last time you ran out there was when you got beaten by some of Jason’s acquaintances.  “That time in Bludhaven when I went to help Dick...it was you who was causing all that trouble.”

All of the information was coming back to you making you realize why they had hidden Jason from you. He was a gun-wielding outlaw they were trying to capture. You finally stopped your pacing in front of him, “Why are you fighting against your own family?”

Jason looked over your shoulder meeting eyes with Bruce. 

You didn’t wait long for a response because you had more questions for other family members."You ALL knew!" It was unbelievable, to know that not just your father but pretty much everyone around you knew Jason was alive before you did. Your whole pregnancy was spent thinking, regretting your choices, and playing out scenarios of how things would change if you would have gotten to Jason first instead of his mother. That was the reason you slipped into a deep depression.

Bruce gave a single nod affirming your statement.

It all made sense now, that day when you really did hear Jason’s voice. This was a huge secret yet he acted like it was no big deal. “But why lie to me?”

The fact that he died not knowing he was going to be a father haunted you. It haunted you because you knew weeks before but waited for the perfect time to tell him. When time ran out you blamed yourself for everything. Not once did you fully enjoy your pregnancy. Your children were born prematurely, their little hearts affected by your constant distress.

You turned to your brother, Damian, who refused to leave on the grounds that he was your blood brother. "Did you know too?" When he gave the exact same response you started to see how annoyingly similar your father and brother were. “Why did you two think I was better off thinking Jason was dead?”

“Tt,” Damian looked away unable to answer your question. He no longer knew if it was the best choice. Had they told you then maybe even Todd wouldn’t be as screwed up as he was.

“The same reason Jason and Jasmine don’t know why their mother isn’t in any of their baby pictures.” Bruce loved his daughter but he would never forget how dangerous she was. When you left the League of Assassins you found him, a father who stood for justice. When you decided to side with him and put an end to crime without the use of lethal force he was proud to call you his daughter. “Jason died a hero but came back a criminal.”

“Hey!” Jason shouted taking a step around you to most likely confront Bruce but you wouldn’t allow him. You pressed your hand to his chest keeping him where he was. “All of you wronged me.”

+++

“Come on kids we’re leaving." You crouched down with open arms beckoning your kids over to you.

“Ma-” Jason and Jas ran straight into you taking a shoulder each to rest their heads on as they hugged you. They were glad and even a little relieved to see their mother. They were starting to think something bad had happened to you with that stranger.

After a hug and a kiss on top of their heads, you held their hands to guide them out of the room.

You collected your kids from Dick and Tim in a hurry that had them following behind you asking questions.

“Where are you going?”

“What happened with Jason?”

“Everything is being... resolved.” The long pause in your answer worried them but they had no reason to suspect anything was going on until you tell them how you left the three of them in the cave to discuss on their own. “Maybe you two should go check on them to make sure they’re still breathing.”

They run in a hurry but when they got to the Batcave it was quiet with no one to be seen. A groan finally brought their attention to semi-conscious Jason. He was struggling to sit up thanks to Damian who was now coming to as well.

“What’s going on here?” Tim asked.

Bruce appeared out of nowhere walking past them silently to the Batcomputer. He was holding the side of his head in pain from the kick he had received. From there he saw you leaving in one of his many sports cars through the manor’s security cameras. “She’s gone.”

“What?!” Jason quickly pushed Damian off of himself and stood up a bit unbalanced. He joined Bruce in front of the screen unable to understand what just happened. 

Dick helped Damian up despite his yelling, “I can stand on my own Grayson!”

“Can someone please tell us what happened?” Tim was utterly confused by the turn of events. He expected the three of them to be at each other’s throats

“Sister is mad at all of us,” Damian explained. “Now she’s running away with my niece and nephew.”

“OUR babies” Dick cried out loud. “We have to go after them.”

“Should be easy with the tracker on the car-” Tim was searching for his phone ready to locate the vehicle through the GPS tracker but stopped when he felt the familiar object in his pocket along with his phone. "She removed it.” He didn’t even recall being close enough for you to be able to slip the device in there. 

“Of course she did, sister isn’t stupid like you Drake.”

“Hey!”

“Stop, if we’re going to find Y/N we need to go now!” Jason knew he needed everyone’s help, he needed to work together with them to find you. Escaping was something you were too good at.

“He’s right,” Bruce broke up the fight between his sons. “Dick, Damian, start looking through Gotham. She won’t make the kids travel all night.”

Immediately the two left to start looking for you.

“Tim you stay here and start looking through traffic cams. The GPS is off but we can look for the license plate number. If she uses her cards or cellphone send us the location.”

“Got it!” Tim immediately sat down in front of the Batcomputer to begin his search.

Bruce ignored Jason and got into the Batmobile.

Jason followed him and got into the passenger's seat, not wanting to be left out of the loop of information. When Bruce looked at him with a ‘what are you doing look’ Jason shot him one back. “I know you don’t like me for knocking up your daughter-”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed with a low groan, warning Jason not to go further. He didn’t want to hear about how his teenage daughters' romantic encounters.

 “I’m coming with you. You may hate me but I love Y/N and those are my kids!”

Bruce looked straight ahead driving out of the cave with Jason. It was silent for a few seconds before Bruce confessed, “I don’t hate you, Jason.” 

Jason turned to Bruce wide-eyed, unsure of what he just heard. After that, no one said a word.

+++

The struggle to keep your curious children from wandering around Jason’s safe house was real. It was a new environment for them, their first instinct was to explore and they weren’t shy about making themselves at home. 

“Woah,” Jay gasped lifting Jason’s helmet (Red Hood helmet) up so he could take a better look at the wall lined with guns. The little boy was amazed by the vast collection.

You didn’t know where he got the helmet from but couldn’t care to ask when there was a greater danger. “Jason Thomas don’t you dare...” you growled in a low husky voice knowing very well that those guns were loaded.  

The kids were amazed by your ability to sound like Batman. “Mother you are the night too!” Jas giggled. 

You scooped up little Jason and held Jasmine’s hand guiding them towards the bed all the while wondering how Alfred was able to handle both of them so well. “This place is definitely not baby proof.”

“Baby? We are not babies mother!”

“Fine then, this house is not child-friendly.” you corrected yourself. The neatly made bed seemed like the safest place for them. As soon as you sat them down they appeared to listen better. “I need you two to stay out of trouble.”

“What are we doing here?” 

“Waiting for someone.”

“Who?”

“I’ll tell you who he is when he gets here. Just promise mother one thing...” the kids nodded for you to go on. “Don’t attack him this time, okay?”

+++

“What are we doing here?” Jason asked when his safe house was quickly coming into view. He wasn’t really surprised Bruce knew where it was. But why he had driven there when they were looking for you did seem like a good question to ask. “We’re supposed to be looking for Y/N.” 

Bruce’s car was nowhere to be seen but he knew this is where you would be. “Y/N hates secrets more than anything.” Yes, you were mad at Jason for his Red Hood activities but your anger was more directed towards him for keeping that information from you. He knew there was a chance you would side with Jason once you found out the truth. “I don’t blame her for choosing your side.” He too had done some questionable things when it came to someone he loved.

Jason couldn’t hide how relieved he was, the corners of his mouth raised into a smile.

“But I will blame you if she starts killing again.”

Jason frowned offended by Bruce’s insinuation. “I would never-”

“What Jason?” Batman stopped the car a few feet away from their destination. His scowl was darker than ever. “You would never ask her to kill? She doesn’t need you to ask. If you are in danger she won’t think twice about helping you.”

“She’s better than me... she wouldn’t kill anyone again.”

“I told you Jason, it’s easy to cross that line.” In one of his many encounters with Jason he had confronted him about his decision to start killing people. He tried reasoning with him trying to make him understand why he didn’t take revenge on the Joker. “The hard part is stopping. Y/N crossed that line; it took her a year to recover but it would only take a second for her to go back. Just one kill and she is a murderer again.” 

-end-

Continue??? (Part 3) The kids find out who Jason is.

A/N: Let me know what you think ^^ Comments / Criticism / Questions are all welcome. Thanks to all my followers. I would say NEW followers but you’re all new since this is a new blog.

[batfam-imagines]

Killer - Part 4

Another part! I hope you guys like this, and let me know what you think!

I’m not sure when I’ll be able to post next. I have three tests coming up in the next week, so I’ll be spending a lot of time studying and not much writing. 

Killer - Part 3

It’s been a month since you officially left Gotham, since you moved into Titan Tower to help teach the young heroes.

“Kids, dinner!” Within a minute the dining room table, which you had insisted on getting, is filled with teenagers. “Wow, that was fast”

“You made lasagna, mom” Tim called, “No one wants to miss lasagna night!”

“Of course you don’t. I left enough for you guys to eat while I’m visiting Dick and Jay this weekend. Alfred will be here tomorrow at noon. Kon” the older boys looked up, cheeks stuffed with food, “I trust you to look after everyone until Alfred gets here.”

“Yeah, yeah mom, sure”

“Good. Dami and Tim will be coming with me, we’ll all be back on Sunday night.”

“We know, we know, Mama bird! You’ve been telling us for a week that we’ll be on our own for a few days” Bart shoves a whole roll into his mouth, “We survived before you got here, we’ll be alright for the weekend”

“Call me if you need anything”

Kon gets up from the table and wraps you in a tight hug, “We will, don’t worry about us, mom. This is the first time you’re going back to Gotham since the divorce. Promise me you’ll be careful?”

“I promise”

--

The city really hasn’t changed since you left. It’s still crawling with criminals and drowning in smog and rain.

“Red, Robin, I want you two to head to the cave. See if there is anything B is keeping an eye on, get an update on who’s in Arkham and what’s happened while we were gone. I’m going to meet Dick and Jason”

“Of course, Ummi.”

“Let me know when you get to the Cave, and will you – will you let me know how your father is?”

Red Robin sighs, “You know that Black Canary told you to cut all ties with him. That you aren’t supposed to ask about him”

“I know, sweetheart, but I just – I just need to know. I want to make sure he’s alright, that he’s not spiraling like he did after Jason”

“Fine, we’ll check in with B. There haven’t been any sightings of Batman tonight, so I assume that he’s still in the Cave”

“Thanks boys”

Tim huffs, “I still think it’s a bad idea to tell you how he’s doing. He’s obviously not doing well, and us telling you that will make you want to see him and -”

“I know, baby. You know I still love him right? I care about his wellbeing, and I want to make sure that he’s still taking care of himself.”

“If you still love him, why did you divorce him, Ummi?”

“Your father has changed throughout the years, baby. Right before the divorce your father stopped being my husband. He stayed in his Batman persona even when he was outside of the suite, and it had been affecting all of our lives. Him throwing me in jail, tossing me at the Commissioners feet like I was trash, was the last straw. You boys were never around when we fought, but it was happening more and more often.”

“So the divorce was inevitable?”

“No, Red. It probably never would have happened if I hadn’t killed the Joker. I made a promise to B, told him I would never kill again, and I did.”

Damian leaned forward, “Why did you have to make that promise, Ummi? You have yet to tell me about your past”

“I’ll tell you some other time, Babybat. Right now, I really do need you two to head to the Cave”

“tt – very well. But you will tell me?”

It was more a statement than a question, but you decide to answer anyway. “Yes, I’ll tell you about my past, about how your father and I met, and about why I promised to never kill again”

--

Everything is quiet when Damian and Tim get to the Cave. Bruce isn’t in the Cave, and his suit is still hung neatly in its case. Tim makes a quick round, checking everywhere Bruce could be while Damian starts going over the files that mom wanted, “Bruce? Are you down here?”

Damian is done within 5 minutes, “I am finished. Nothing has changed since we left, it has been a quiet month in Gotham. Have you found father?”

“No” Tim makes his way toward the stairs, “We should check the Manor, see if he’s taking another night off”

“Very well”

The two make their way around the Manor, checking the study, kitchen, living room, garage, even the cinema room. Finally, the two head upstairs to check the master bedroom.

“Bruce!” Laying in bed, surrounded by dirty cloths, and at least three untouched meals, lies Bruce. His eyes are red a puffy, and it’s obvious that he’s lost weight.

“Tim?”

Tim scrambles across the room, helping Bruce sit up, “God, B. What the hell happened to you?”

“What are you doing here?”

“We have come to check on you, Father. Ummi asked us to”

This makes Bruce perk up slightly, “Y/N asked about me?”

“Yes, Father. There have not been very many sightings of Batman as of late and Ummi was worried. Black Canary warned against checking on you, however she has asked us to anyway”

Even though Damian was talking, it didn’t seem like Bruce was listening, “She still cares about me” He grabs Tim by the straps of his uniform, “Is she in Gotham?”

Tim jerks back, “Yes, she went to meet Dick and Jason, we’re meeting up with her as soon as we leave here”

“I’ll come with you”

Damian positions himself in front of the door, “You are in no condition to patrol tonight, father. I know that Grayson has been the one to wear the cowl the few times Batman has been spotted. You have not patrolled in the month that we have been gone, it would do no one any good for you to be injured tonight”

Bruce looks practically frantic, “I need to see her! I need to see my wife, need to apologize, I need … I need -”

“She doesn’t want to see you, Bruce. She was just worried when Dick reported that you haven’t been out, and Alfred said that you barely ever left your room anymore”

“Please, please I need to talk to her” Tears fill Bruce’s blue eyes, “Please, Tim. I just – I just need to talk to her”

Tim rakes his fingers through his hair, “I’ll call her on the comms, see if she’ll talk to you. But if she doesn’t want to talk to you, then you’re going to leave her alone”

“Of course, I promise, just … please”

Tim and Damian step out into the hall, “This is a terrible idea”

“tt – of course it is. This is not beneficial for either of them. Father needs to accept that Ummi left him, and Ummi needs to move on. This will do nothing but set them back”

“I know! But look at him, Damian! He looks terrible! Maybe mom can at least convince him to take a shower, eat, get back in the Cave”

“Perhaps”

“Damian, he lost everyone but Alfred when mom divorced him. You don’t live with him anymore, I spend even more time with the Titans, Dick splits him time between Bludhaven and the Tower, and you know Jason won’t visit here without mom being here. It’s like he’s alone again”

“I never thought of it like that” Damian crosses his arms, “Perhaps we can get Ummi and Father back together again.”

“That’s a terrible idea! You know how he treated her!”

“tt – of course I know. All of us know how Father treated Ummi. Father has now experienced how life is without Ummi, how terrible it is to lose his Beloved and his children. He will do anything to get Ummi back, all we have to do is convince Ummi to give father another chance”

Tim groans, “Damnit, Damian! How the hell are we going to do that?”

“We will have to convince Grayson, Todd, and Kon-el to help us of course. It will not work unless all of us work together.”

“I’m not having that conversation with them! They’ll kill me! They don’t want mom to get back with Bruce! They think that as soon as she gets over her depression that she’ll find another nice man and be happy”

Damian grins, “Leave them to me, Timothy”

[lopithecusfanfiction]

The End of the Star: Chapter One

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3061 Alternate: AO3, fanfiction.net Summary: Bruce Wayne, is attacked and kidnapped on his way home from a charity event. Mysterious men whisk the billionaire away to a remote planet, light years away from Earth. A star system in peril needs his help. He must act to save the people of this strange new world. Things are not always as they seem, and what awaits on this alien odyssey will challenge even the Batman's resolve. Warnings: 

Homophobia

Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent

Kidnapping

Alien Abduction

Non-consensual drug use

Prison

Lex trolling

World Destruction

General Death

Minor Character Death

Genocide

It’s Brainiac’s fault

Ruffles

Boys in dresses

Cross Dressing

Plot

Porn with plot

Porn with feelings

Heartbreak

Resolved sexual tension

Author's Note: So, since the SB BB is now over, I figured I should finally start posting the chapters to this here. Some announcements first: See the wonderful art to this fic by VaticanSaint here! I would like to thank my beta bscao3 for beta reading this story. I wouldn't have been able to do this without her help and her encouragement. She worked so hard and I appreciate it so much! I would also like to thank VaticanSaint for making the wonderful art. His pieces are absolutely beautiful and I love them so much! Please enjoy!!

Chapter One:

“I would like to thank all of you for coming today and for your generous donations to the Worldwide Orphans Foundation. Your money will be used to give these children better lives and to help them have a brighter future. Thank you.” Bruce continues to stand up on the stage for a few seconds longer as applause erupts throughout the room, before he makes his way back to his seat. He is throwing a party in order to raise not only awareness for children that have been orphaned, but to also raise money for the Worldwide Orphans Foundation. The turnout has been immense, to Bruce’s pleasure, and he wouldn’t be all that surprised if it was because he was throwing it in Metropolis. Metropolis is a bit safer than Gotham after all.

He walks back to his table where Dick and Jason are currently sitting. Bruce had goaded Dick into coming. He might not be Robin anymore but he is still part of this family, and it is important that he show up to these things every once in awhile. Plus, he’s there when Jason gets bored and starts to act up. Dick can entertain him a lot better than Bruce can.

As he sits back down in his seat, Dick holds up his champagne glass. Bruce picks up his own, and Jason picks up the flute that currently has sparkling water in it. He had put up a fight about not having alcohol, claiming that he has had it before, but Bruce refused to allow a minor any sort of alcohol. “Congrats on being successful in this endeavor. A lot of people showed up,” Dick says, clinking their glasses together.

“Thank you Dick.” Bruce brings his glass to his mouth and takes a small sip. Dick does the same while Jason chugs his water.

“So does this mean we can go home now?” Jason asks, leaning back in his chair. His tux is all rumpled from when he carelessly slouched in his seat earlier. Alfred will be displeased.

Before Bruce can answer, a hand is placed on Jason’s shoulder. “I do hope you won’t be leaving us so soon Brucie.”

Bruce stands and offers his hand. “Lexie.”

He relishes the small grimace that Lex Luthor gives him. “Please, just Lex.”

“Whatever you say, Lexie.” Lex’s eyebrow twitches. “Have you donated yet?”

“Of course I have. I’ve donated half a million dollars.” Lex wipes the hand that he had shaken Bruce’s hand with on a napkin.

“Wow, Lexie! That almost rivals my million-dollar donation.” This time Lex’s whole face seems to twitch uncontrollably. He can see Jason laughing from the corner of his eyes and Dick isn’t doing much better.

Lex frowns. “Yes, well, we all can’t just throw our money at things Brucie.” He clears his throat, looking from Dick to Jason and then back to Bruce. He looks displeased. “Have a good evening.” He walks away and the three of them watch him leave in amusement.

“You know,” Dick starts. “You getting under Lex Luthor’s skin will never get old. It’s just so priceless.”

“Did you see his face?” Jason all but chokes out, he’s laughing so hard. “I thought he was having an aneurism or something.”

“Now, now boys, settle down. We really shouldn’t tease the competition.” Bruce smirks and the two boys erupt in more laughter. When they finally calm down, Bruce answers Jason’s initial question. “We’ll leave in another hour. It’s important to show our faces at these things, and it would be rude of me to leave so soon after the speech.” Jason groans. “Don’t worry Jason, the hour will go by before you know it. Then we’ll go back to Gotham and do our regular patrol.”

“Yeah. I’ll head back to Bludhaven. It was nice seeing you and the squirt, but my city needs me” Dick shrugs. Bruce nods in understanding. It had hurt when Dick decided to leave, but they didn’t part on bad terms. Dick just grew up, something Bruce had a hard time accepting at first. Then he met Jason, and it made it a little bit easier to accept that Dick was no longer the little boy from the circus.

The hour passed quickly. Bruce mingled with other socialites and Dick kept Jason out of trouble. He’s thankful for that. Soon he’s ushering his boys away from a throng of young women, who were flirting with Dick and gushing over Jason. He leads them to the exit, and to the limousine.

Barely ten minutes down the road, Alfred stops the car unexpectedly. Bruce knows there isn’t a streetlight or stop sign here. There’s no reason for Alfred to stop the vehicle. Bruce leans forward and presses the button for the speaker. “Alfred, what’s going on?”

“There is someone standing in the middle of the road Sir, blocking our way,” Alfred answers. “He won’t move no matter how much I honk.”

Bruce looks towards the boys, exchanging confused glances. “Don’t worry about it Alfred. I’ll take care of it.” He then says to Dick and Jason, “Stay here. Dick, make sure Jason stays here.”

Jason crosses his arms. “Hey, I don’t need a babysitter!”

Bruce just gives him a stern look, and exits the limo. The first thing he sees when he looks over at the person who is blocking their way, is how the person is dressed. They’re male, and wearing a black, one piece bodysuit. Frilly sequins adorn the seams, with a long black cape, and some kind of symbol on his chest.

Bruce approaches cautiously, glancing back at the limousine. This person looks like they belong in Arkham. “Can I help you?”

“Bruce Wayne?”

“Yes?”

The man holds up a gun and Bruce stops walking immediately, holding up his hands with his palms facing out. The man says something in a language Bruce has never heard, and two more similarly clad men walk out of the shadows. One wears a green version of the black ensemble, the other man is in all red. The stranger in black barks orders at the two colorfully dressed men

Bruce can only watch in worry as the one in red approaches the driver’s side of the limousine and smashes the window. A small sphere is shoved in past the broken glass of the window, and the man presses a button. Smoke comes out of the device, and Bruce can see through the windshield that Alfred falls unconscious. “What did you do?” he demands of the guy in black but there is no response. The man in green walks to the back of the limo, and opens the door with strength Bruce has only seen from Bane. He repeats the action of the man in red, and smoke fills the back, knocking Dick and Jason unconscious as they fight to get out. Bruce turns back to the one in black. “If you hurt them-”

“We did not Bruce Wayne” Before Bruce can comprehend what’s going on, the man in green approaches him from behind and shoots some of the smoke onto his face. Bruce flinches backwards and tries to hold his breath, too late. He was caught off guard and Bruce can feel his eyelids getting heavy. “Don’t fight it Bruce Wayne. It’ll be easier if you just go along with it.”

“F-fuck you.” He doesn’t even remember hitting the ground.

*~~~*

Bruce opens his eyes groggily and blinks his heavy eyelids. He’s restrained to the wall by his wrists and ankles. He also has some kind of breathing mask on his face, it appears to be pumping, what he can only guess, is oxygen, into him. Bruce doesn’t know where he is or what is happening. A low humming sound, accompanied by a jostling that seems to indicate movement, can be heard. He can’t quite imagine what he’s in because nothing looks familiar.

Bruce looks around the room, trying to blink the fogginess from his vision. Beside him, another person is restrained, and it takes a few seconds for his mind to catch up. His fellow prisoner is none other than a knocked out Lex Luthor himself. This only makes Bruce more confused. Maybe they are being held for ransom. This conclusion didn’t fit with the indicators from the man who had stopped the limousine. No, there was something more going on here.

He pulls on the restraints. There is not even a rattle due to the lack of give. Under normal circumstances, he has the skills to escape, but he has no tools. The belt he wears with his BatSuit is not with him. He can’t just sit there and do nothing, so Bruce uses his clever brain and begins to think. How is he going to get out of this?

Bruce deliberates for a good minute until the door opens with a swish. Bruce looks in the direction of the sound and watches as two people enter the room. It’s two of the three people who had stopped the limousine earlier; the one in black and the one in red.

“Who are you?” He asks, his voice thick and muffled from the mask. They ignore him, and begin to speak in that strange language Bruce heard earlier. They are gesturing to him and Lex along with the restraints. One of them appears angry.

They turn to him and the one in black starts to talk in English. “Hello, we mean you no harm.”

“Who are you?” Bruce tries again.

“That is of no concern of yours. What matters is, we need your help.”

“I’m not helping you until you tell me if my family is okay, and what the hell is going on,” Bruce grits out.

The one who was talking to Bruce turns to his partner, says something in that strange language, and turns back to Bruce. “You will know everything once we return.”

“Return?” Bruce says in alarm. “Return where?” But neither answer, they simply ignore him and leave the room. Bruce sags in his restraints, not knowing what to really do. He can’t get out of his restraints, or the situation as a whole, he doesn’t know what’s happening. He hates it.

Alarm shoots through Bruce when he hears a hissing sound. His mask begins to fill with a green gas. He holds his breath, being able to hold it for up to four minutes, but the gas keeps coming and he can’t help but breathe it in. His vision starts to go blurry once more and the room starts spinning. Bruce tries to fight it, but the drug that they are giving him is too strong, and he ends up passing out.

*~~~*

When Bruce wakes again, he’s in a room that looks a lot like a bedroom. Bruce is lying on a bed, dressed in some kind of white gown and with purple frill. Bruce runs a hand down the gown, feeling the texture. He’s not sure what material it’s made from, it’s silky, soft and very comfortable.

Bruce sits up and looks around the room carefully. It’s spacious, with white walls and dark grey carpet. The walls are bare, with the exception of a window that seems to be letting in an unusual red glow. It gives everything in the room a crimson hue. The only other furnishing appears to be a wooden desk. At least Bruce is no longer restrained.

He gets up off the bed and walks cautiously towards the window. It’s open and letting in a cool breeze. The air smells different. As if it is somehow cleaner, but without the sense of home. Bruce doesn’t appear to be on Earth anymore. There are tall buildings looking nothing like the cities he’s seen before. Bruce knows he is at the top of one of those buildings because his view drops down steeply. He can see patches of purple on the ground, and grey rocky paths. The most striking thing is the sky. Instead of blue refracting from a yellow sun, there is a red horizon accompanied by a glowing, fiery, crimson star.

Bruce backs away from the window and takes a deep calming breath. Admittedly, he’s starting to get extremely worried. All he knows for sure is that he’s not on Earth anymore, which means whoever his kidnappers are, they are extraterrestrial. Human looking aliens, but aliens nonetheless. Bruce didn’t know such things existed, let alone ones that looked just like him. He’s also concerned to know if Alfred, Dick and Jason are all right.

When he hears a click from behind him, he twists around, getting into a defensive stance. Bruce calms, however, when instead of seeing an aggressor, he sees a wide-eyed man poking his head into the room. The man looks curious but wary, looking Bruce up and down.

Bruce takes a hesitant step towards him and the man flinches back. Bruce holds up his hands, palms out. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” The man looks Bruce up and down again and then hesitantly moves a little further past the door, until his shoulders can be seen. “Do you know English?” The man looks at Bruce in confusion. “Okay, do you know any language that is on Earth? French? Spanish maybe? Hell, even Russian or Japanese? Mandarin?”

Half a minute passes without a response and Bruce sighs in defeat. Then the man asks, “Earth?”

Bruce perks up. “Yes, Earth. Any language from there?”

The man warily enters the room completely. He’s tall, about an inch or two taller than Bruce, black hair and bright blue eyes. He, too, is wearing a black one piece with white frills. He also has a red cape that drapes in the back and the front of the outfit. Bruce becomes hyper aware of the gown he wears. Why is he the only one clothed in such an outfit? “Know little English.”

“Good!” Bruce takes another step and the man backs up again. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Bruce. What’s yours?”

“Kal-El.”

“Kal-El, it’s nice to meet you. Can I call you Kal?”

“That not right, name sounds different from you, ok?”

Bruce raises an eyebrow at the broken English. He did say he only knew a little. Bruce clears his throat and gets to the point. “Do you know what I’m doing here?”

Kal shakes his head. “No, father not tell me.”

Bruce is starting to feel frustrated. He can’t seem to get answers from anyone and his worry is eating away at him. In frustration, Bruce glances to the window. Maybe he can get a few other answers to some different questions then. “Okay, how about this? Where am I?”

Kal’s head tilts. “Do not know?”

“No one has told me anything.”

“Father not tell you?” He looks confused now, as if he doesn’t believe Bruce. “Not father.”

“Well he didn’t,” Bruce says, hoping that one of those men that he interacted with on what he assumes was a spaceship really was Kal’s father. “Can you tell me?”

Kal moves around the door to close it quietly behind him. Bruce starts getting more apprehensive now. He doesn’t like that Kal just shut the door and not knowing what he is going to do to him. Except Kal just stands there, still looking a bit scared of Bruce but curious at the same time. Bruce stays where he is standing, not wanting to scare him. “You on planet called Krypton.”

“Krypton?” Bruce has never heard of it. “And how far away from Earth is it?”

“Your measures?” Bruce nods and Kal looks up in thought, calculating in his head. “Twenty-seven point one light years.”

Bruce balks. “What?”

“Twenty-seven point-”

Bruce waves his hand to stop Kal from talking. “No no, I didn’t actually want you to repeat what you said I’m just… surprised, that’s all.”

“Surprised?”

“As in, not expecting that answer. That’s… that’s a long way away from Earth, Kal.”

“Is it?”

Bruce nods. “Yes, it is.” He then pinches the bridge of his nose. He and Lex are in deep trouble. “And you are?”

Kal looks confused again. “I tell you. I Kal-El.”

Bruce, with his teeth clenched and eyes shut in frustration, says as calmly as possible. “I meant species. What species are you?” He looks up at Kal. “For example, I’m a human.”

Kal perks. “You human? Me wanting to meet human.” He then smiles warily, looking down as if he’s shy. “Me, no not right, I Kryptahnium or as English, Kryptonian”

“From Krypton… right. And the language?”

“Kryptahniuo or Kryptonian,” Kal says with another shy smile.

The way Kal says the words catches Bruce’s attention and he comments on it. “Why is it two different ways of saying it in Kryptonian but not English?” Kal just shrugs, still smiling. “Okay, and the red sun?”

“What about?”

“I come from a planet that has a yellow sun. Why isn’t your red sun affecting me?”

Kal shrugs again. “Put you process, aba… arda.. adapt to sun, and.. atmosphere?”

Bruce nods, realizing that must have happened when he was still knocked out. He doesn’t exactly like that fact, but at least he doesn’t have to wear some type of protected suit. He then notices Kal is still smiling. “Why are you smiling?”

“Question you arks, mm ask, amusing.” Kal chuckles. “me is, I is, I find amusing”

Bruce nods again, not really finding any of this amusing whatsoever. Annoyance quickly rises in him. “I’m glad you find this so funny and entertaining. Me, on the other hand, doesn’t find it particularly amusing considering I was the one kidnapped and brought twenty-seven point one light years away from my home planet.”

By now Kal’s smile has disappeared. “Kidnapped?”

“Taken against my will.”

Kal straightens, shaking his head. “No, father would take with, with permission. Never against will.”

“Well he did, Kal.”

“No,” Kal says sharply, looking hurt. “You lie.”

Before Bruce can tell him otherwise, Kal is through the door and gone. Bruce, taking the opportunity, walks up to the door and tries to open it. It’s not locked but as he steps out, a big man steps in front of him. Speaking in that alien language, Bruce is shoved back into the room. The door shuts with a slam and he can hear the click of a lock.

Bruce sighs.

A/N: Thanks for reading!