#clark and diana coming soon

[angelyuji]

yandere bruce wayne headcanons

yandere bruce wayne x gn!reader

warnings: yandere behavior, gross guy bruce wayne, kidnapping, stalking, power imbalance, rich guy uses his rich guy money to manipulate reader, creepy guy being a creepy guy lol (lmk for anything i might've missed i am half-asleep)

im thinking ill write some actual fanfics for him soon, idk what TO write tho...

STALKKKERRRR STALEKER SJALKER STALKER!!!

he is a creature of the night so u KNOW he’s watching you from a rooftop next to ur apartment

think of the scene in the batman when he’s watching Selina undress and stuff yeah hes a peeper (hes so fine i love bruce)

my man doesn’t have any superpowers BUT hes literally the freaking batman, he has cameras all over gotham so i promise he has eyes on you at all times

he’ll watch over you and make sure ur not gonna get mugged by some loser with a gun or get caught up in a joker/ivy/freeze/whomever scheme

like hes stalking you

he knows everything abt u too with WE and the Batcomputer (lol) he’ll have all ur personal info on file, ur twitter acc, your Instagram, any social media, literally everything on a separate file that is locked behind multiple passwords and eye scans (especially if we’re looking at bruce with kids like he knows they’d open the file and snoop)

if we’re looking at pattinson!batman/early years, he’s probably gonna write abt u in his diary journal (hes just a silly little guy)

he’ll try to give you a job at wayne enterprises to keep an eye on you as bruce (obvi becuz he cant be batman 24/7) (job depends on your experience and degree) (he’ll want u as a personal assistant or something but depending on your area of expertise… you’re probably not gonna accept lol)

if u do accept for a position as assistant/secretary, he’ll have your desk 3 ft away, he’ll be calling u into his office just to talk, basically like sort of training u to be his wife (get coffee, make lunch/get lunch, invite u to be his plus one for galas) all that jazz, he’ll flirt with u but ur gonna be like “oh that’s just brucie wayne being brucie wayne, but once u get comfortable in ur role, he’ll start making moves like hand on the lower back, pressing against u in any situation possible, he’ll never seem creepy (yet) but it’ll make u slightly uncomfortable considering he’s ur boss.

i can think of 2 possibilities that could occur

1. creepiest boss ever. he’ll order u how to dress to be his assistant/how to dress at galas (skimpy dresses, short skirts, tight pants, tight fitting dress shirts that exposes everything, shit like that), he’ll LEER at u like bruce will purposely drop stuff and make u pick it up so he can watch u bend over. like the worst. you’ll get tired of this behavior and quit and bruce will get angry and kidnap u

2. still creepy but not as bad. more like extravagant gifts, vacations, parties. he’ll still flirt and try to have as much physical contact with u as possible but he knows where to draw the line. you wouldn’t quit cuz yk great pay, okay boss. but like his feelings would get too much to contain and he’ll kidnap u in the end anyway

if i had to diagnose the batmans i care abt id sayyyy 1 is Affleck, 2 is bale, and Pattinson is a mix of both. comic batman has so many different writers and each run has a different personality for him saur depends on the writer lmao

u wouldn’t be able to date cuz of yk…….. WE rules………… but he’ll get tired of that taboo/secret relationship bs pretty quickly and just kidnap u

if u don’t accept a position as an assistant/secretary, he gets it but more than likely, his feelings for u will intensify and he’ll end up taking you to keep at wayne manor

before getting into when ur stuck at wayne manor, lets break down bruce’s thoughts abt u

he has put u on a PEDESTAL

ur amazing, beautiful, gorgeous, u. can. do. no. wrong.

in his mind, ur the light to his darkness

alfred totally enables him and if we’re talking dilf bruce, the kids learn from him so they just assume this is what love is, kidnapping and manipulation

you’d adjust to life at wayne manor (not quickly but yk mf is RICH, ur gonna be treated so well once u understand that u cant leave)

bruce wouldn’t torture u but he’d pavlov u for sure

you would only be given comfort and relief when ur around him/good to him

if ur not good, then he’d probably keep u locked up in the batcave or in any of the many empty rooms at the manor

bruce wayne is the most powerful and influential person, ANDD has THE most powerful people on the planet as his best friends… you’re stuck with him babes

[disillusioneddanny]

Have you thought about like a nice sweet short story where Danny Phantom is somehow blood related to princess Diana

Like she's an important meeting on the Watchtower and here comes Danny coming through a random portal asking about Greek mythology question. Almost all of the League members are freaking out, but she simply answered the question and he left out quickly like it was nothing. The aftermath after he left is hilarious.

I hope you like this little piece of drabble :3

Danny let out a grumble as he stomped through his island in the Infinite Realms, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared ahead of him. This was so stupid, he couldn’t believe that Clockwork was making him take history classes before he would be allowed to become Clockwork’s apprentice. It was entirely unfair if he was being completely and total honest. He didn’t get why it was important, he was going to be able to access all of time and space as soon as he got the cool time powers from Clockwork! 

So was learning history really that important? 

Not in Danny’s opinion. 

But if he was going to have to learn about history then he was going to go to his favorite niece and see if she would be willing to help him. As the adopted son of Clockwork, he was now related to pretty much all of the Greek gods and goddess due to his former position as Kronos, Titan of Time. Which meant that the amazing and wonderful Wonder Woman, or Diana of Themyscira was his niece. 

And the perfect person to start up his studies for history. She had been around for ages and had gotten first hand experience about the way the world had changed and developed over the years and if anyone could help him, it would be her!

He ripped open a portal and stepped through, imagining that his niece, Diana was on the other end. 

He stepped out and looked around the area lazily until his eyes landed on the warrior princess who was currently decked out in her Wonder Woman gear and sitting at a large conference table with a bunch of other caped heroes. 

“Diana,” he said, a wide smile on his face. 

A large grin split on the woman’s face as she stood. “Phantom!” She exclaimed. She hurried over and pulled Danny in a tight hug. “What brings you, dear one?”

Danny hugged the woman tight and pulled away and smiled. “I need a history tutor and I thought you would be the best person for the job.”

“I would be honored!” She said and patted his head. 

“Perfect! Then I’ll come over to your house tomorrow for lunch and we can come up with a study plan,” he said before he gave his niece one more tight hug. “Bye D!”

Diana simply smiled and ruffled her uncle’s head. “Until tomorrow, young one,” she said and smiled as he stepped back through the portal, the swirling green disappearing soon after. 

“Um, Diana?” Clark said with a cough, giving the woman a concerned look. “Do you care to explain?”

The hero just smiled and sat back down in her seat. “That is the future god of time, and my uncle, Phantom.”

[lordgrimoire]

The Goonion would like a Word

Bruce had never had an experience like this before, letters of ransom from any of his rogues? Certainly! But the Goonion only ever left messages when they were paying bail for their own, and he was becoming worried as to why Jason’s Goons had posted a message to him via The Goonion.

“To Batman of Gotham, New Jersey, United States of America, We would like to have a word with you in regards to a pair of Meta Adjacent individuals we would like to harbor here in Gotham, we are only extending the courtesy to you regarding them due to the fact that the United States Government refuses to acknowledge them as people due to their conditions, the Boss said he would tell you himself, if he has not already he likely will soon. Suffice to say a family of three is coming to Gotham as their last chance at a safe harbor and we would prefer it if you did not get on their cases. We hope to receive your response without any broken bones, The Goonion, Gotham, New Jersey Branch.” Tim was staring at the paper, the stationary of The Goonion, with confusion, Dick, Barbara, Cass, and Stephany seemed rather accepting of it, and Damian was confused. 

“What is this, Goonion?” His youngest asked, staring at the paper as Bruce read over the return address, the Iceberg Lounge, a server named Thomas. 

“Ah, we haven’t told you about them yet have we?” Dick began, sitting back. “They’re nice folks, help get the Goons payed and are usually the ones to put their feet down when Rogues get outta hand for normal folks, for instance, the Joker does not have the stamp of approval for, many reasons. But primarily it’s due to his former Henchmen, including Harley, snitching on him to the Goonion.” Dick typed something into his phone, Damian’s own device pinging in his pocket, likely more info. “The Goonion has an odd relationship with us, we don’t go after them and they try to keep things regulated, Jason could probably tell you more, and it seems from the letter we do have to talk to him.” The door to the cave opened, and while Bruce looked up to see his second son come walking down the steps he seemed, tired, run down even.

“The Goonion already got to you? Good on them.” Jason huffed as he sat next to Damian, ruffling the boy’s head much to his exasperation and attempted swatting. “Situations fucked, the letter doesn’t even touch on the bigger parts but it gets, real fucky like, possibly gonna want to get Uncle Clark and Aunt Diana in on it fucky, definitely Constantine as well.” Well Bruce knew his flags rather well and if Jason was advocating for not only a League intervention but one headed by John Constantine? Bruce decided to address the original topic first. 

“They can stay, but they will have to answer questions.” Jason huffed and leaned back. 

“Ground rules then, the two younger kids? Meta Adjacent? They have a similar situation to me, and it turns out Ra’s is playing with not even a tenth of a full puzzle with the Lazarus Pit.” Everyone around the table stiffened, save Alfred who had come in behind Jason with a tea service, as Jason took a sip from the mug placed before him and nodding to Alfred. “Thank you. The details are spotty but the abridged form is this, the Lazarus pit is the remains of a bunch of people from a dimension to which we all go when we die, the residents therein call it the Infinite Realms since it services everyone that means every Person who has a faith or doesn’t has a place there. Furthermore these three’s parents who passed recently in a Government Sanctioned raid made a Portal to the Infinite Realms, and Lazarus Water? Corrupted, dirty, a literally soul eroding form of what makes up matter on that end of the divide, Ectoplasm.” Jason withdrew a vial from his pocket, a bright green and sluggish substances was held within. “This is pure ectoplasm, The Parents, a pair known as Doctors Jack and Madeline Fenton, introduced me to a Doctor from the Infinite Realms, suffice to say I am feeling much less angry and far more at peace with things, though apparently being angry is normal for the type of “Dead but Brought Back” I am.” Jason placed the vial on the table and slowly pushed it to Bruce, taking his hand back when he reached for it.

“Jazz, the eldest, is a student at Gotham University, or she is now, identities and the like will be handled later but for the younger two it’s time for some non starters, because apparenlty if you ask an Ecto Entity or anyone touched by the Infinite Realms how they died it sets off a “I Must Kill You Now” trigger in their head, essentially forcing them to suffer their deaths all over again until they deal with who or whatever asked the question, so no being a little nosey punk about it Tim.” Tim jolted at his name being said instead of Jason’s nickname for him but he nodded when he realized that his elder brother hadn’t looked away from him. Bruce was still proud the two had started to mend things so well, but as he stared at the vial a question swirled in his mind.

“Why did the Goonion send a letter then?” Jason stiffened slightly and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Alrighty, so you know how I’ve been going to College classes since a year ago? I met Jazz at one of them, as Jason Todd, son of Bruce Wayne and card carrying member of Red Hood’s Goonion. This was, sometime around Spring Semester, soooooo” Steph lunged up, mouth open with a squeak until Cass pulled her back down. Jason sighed and continued. “We started dating last year, she wants to be a psychiatrist and maay have started working for The Goonion in Star City when one of their guys ended up on her mentor’s patient bench. Her academics are already transferred to Gotham U but she’s still looking for a new Mentor.” Bruce made an affirmative noise at that, encouraging, Jason was holding something back, the younger siblings hadn’t been named yet. “The Goonion hired her former mentor and Jazz followed them in since they have really good benefits, and she has experience with the whole Capes and Crooks thing already. Though she told me she would rather she and her siblings explain that.” 

So, Jasmine Fenton, after being a student for at least a year in Psychiatry, became a Goonion Psychiatrist, and then when her Parents died she takes her younger siblings, one of whom is rather recently adopted into the family by the looks of it, and flees her hometown, one Amity Park Illinois, which has a disturbingly blank file in the League databanks. “Yeah,” Jason began, looking over at the Batcomputer, scanning the total lack of data from two year ago on. “The Government locked their hometown down quick, they have a branch called the Ghost Investigation Ward, who managed to get a law in before our current Shining Dome of a President, was sworn in, apparenlty old Lex has been trying to rip that law to shredds since he found out about it and there’s something akin to a coup attempt going on from the GIW towards Lex. I looked into those guys already, I think it would be wiser to side with the current President and not a bunch of Loons who would dissect Uncle Clark and his kids if they got the chance.” Damian jerked slightly, turning to face Jason.

“What?” 

“Yeah, Krypton is dead it’s a dead world, by some of the smaller parts of the Anti-Ecto Acts that means that all Kryptonians are ecto-beings and by that law have no sentience, and are just emotions imprinted on ectoplasm, given the fact I died once they would pick me up as well in a heartbeat, for “disposal” as they call it.” The room had become Still, Dick seemed furious, staring at the damning lack of info alongside a pale Tim, Damian who was still staring at Jason realized just why his brother had looked back to him and was also looking at Cass, they had been brought back by the pit, they were by Federal Law non-sentient. Bruce felt the arms of his chair bend slightly under his grip before breathing out his frustration. 

“You have a plan?” Jason nodded, he seemed to be expecting worse, you really didn’t give him a reason not to, and began speaking.

“The Goonion will be dealing with protecting people who fall under the acts, we just need the JL to take this problem and light it on fire, drag it into the public eye and raid a few of the GIW’s bases that may have people, both from our side and theirs, in captivity. I will be going tonight to get Jazz and her Siblings from a bolt hole of theirs, an Aunt in Arkansas whose bound to be investigated is hiding them, I just need to borrow something.” Bruce allowed an eyebrow to climb up his forehead, he wants to borrow the Batplane for it.

“I’ll allow it, go and get them once it starts to become dark out, I’ll expect you back by dawn, do you have a place set up?” Jason blinked at him before nodding. 

“Yeah, one of the safer corners of Crime Alley, closest part to Gotham University, three bedrooms, two bath, someone maaay have helped me pick it out.” Bruce nodded, he would get nowhere in trying to guess which of his other children, Alfred, or any of Jason’s friends, or even some of their own collectively reformed Rogues could have helped Jason in this, but suffice to say it was a safe harbor and one backed by some rather tough figures. The Goonion alone would give anyone trouble, but with them being in Crime Alley that meant that they were essentially in an invaders nightmare. Dead ends, construction, dilapidated or abandoned buildings, it was a natural ambush site. Jason then put a box on the table, it was a scanner of some sort. 

“One of the reasons they’re coming here is this,” he flipped a switch and the machine began to frantically beep, practically sounding a long tone before Jason flipped it off again, “Gotham sits on a similar point to Amity Park, and as such we are LOADED with ambient ectoplasm, constantly stirred up by magic based curses of one sort or another it essentially blinds ectoplasmic tracking devices.” Bruce nodded, accepting the device as it was pushed down the table to him. “Jazz had apparently decided that they would run to Gotham if things went sideways like this anyways, we’re the closest ambiently effected city to Amity not ringed by GIW outposts and scanners.” Bruce paused in his observing of the machine, the GIW had surrounded other cities that had high ambient ectoplasm?

“Where?” Jason pulled out a small notepad.

“Well, Jazz wouldn’t tell us, but the Goonion has it’s ways, The GIW has encircled the following cities, Salem, Boston, and Springfield of Massachusetts, New Orleans, New York, Philadelphia and Gettysburg of Pennsylvania, Chicago Illinois, Savanah Georgia, D.C., and then San Francisco and San Antonio of California and Texas respectively, I asked for this list at 6 this morning, I was handed this current version at Noon, these were just the overt ones. Metropolis, Bludhaven, and Gotham, are currently not surrounded, there are locations between them but not many.” Bruce stood, watching as addresses were placed on the table, each assigned a sticky note and details. 

“You should get ready to go get Jazz and her siblings, we’ll deal with this.” Bruce tapped on the sticky note closest to him. Jason nodded and stood, following Alfred out of the Batcave as Bruce looked to the rest of his family. “We have targets, we have details, Tim, dig up what you can on the GIW, Damian, Dick, Cass, Stephanie, your with me, we’re going to raid as many of these places as we can tonight, Barbara,”

“I’ve got comms, got it.” She interrupted, rolling over to the Bat computer and preparing for daylight operations 

[c-nstantine]

"Oh, my God, my parents are swingers!"

Description: Dick finds out about his parents extra-marital activities

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: Hella references to sex and threesomes, foursomes, extramarital activities, Y/N is bi, Bruce is bi

The manor was supposed to be empty. Tim and Duke were at some gaming convention and Cass decided to tag along. Damian was staying with the Kents for the weekend. Dick was meant to be home in Bludhaven and Jason was out with the Outlaws. Little Thomas and the twins were with Y/N's parents. Alfred took this as an opportunity to see an exhibit that he wanted to see and took the weekend off. Y/N and Bruce wouldn't've had Selina over if anyone was coming over, and they sure as hell wouldn't have let her in their bed if they knew Dick had forgotten his keys.

"Selina?" Dick asked, noticing that Selina was in the kitchen. She just wanted a cup of coffee after the night that Bruce and Y/N had put her through. She wasn't exactly dressed for company and wrapped one of Y/N's silk robes around herself tighter. 

"Hey, Dick," She tried to say as not awkwardly as possible. It's not like she just had sex with his parents or anything.

"Why are you here? Where your clothes at? Is Bruce cheating?" Dick asked questions one after another. He wasn't very sure what was going on but he was sure he didn't like it.

"Um-" Selina was a bit too discombobulated to answer but the hickies on her neck weren't helping the case.

"Dick, what are you doing here?" Bruce said walking into the kitchen with only his boxers. He got Selina her cup of coffee but when he turned to grab the mug from the cabinet, Dick gasped from the marks on Bruce's back. Bruce had a lot of scars from his time as Batman but these were fresh and looked more like nail scratches than injuries.

"You're cheating on mom?" Dick asked waving a finger at his adoptive father.

"No, I'm not cheating on your mother. Do you think I'm dumb?" Bruce spoke with wide eyes. He couldn't dream of his life without Y/N and he knew for a fact if he ever thought about cheating, Y/N might cut his dick off but in a loving way. 

"Oh, hey Dick, How's my eldest boy?" Y/N said coming around the corner in a silk nightie. Dick was confused and none of this was making sense to him in the moment. 

"Mom?" Dick called out, bracing himself against the counter.

"Yeah, Dick," Y/N responded handing, Selina cream, and sugar. Selina simply thanked her with a kiss on the cheek. 

"Why are none of you properly dressed?" Dick asked with his face burning a bright red. 

"See Dick when two people like each other very much and they want to share that love," Y/N tried to break it down for Dick as if he was a small child. 

"Oh my God, you guys are swingers. My parents are swingers," Dick rubbed his hands through his hair. He felt sweaty for some reason like his parents caught him having sex instead of the other way around.

"We're not swingers. We just enjoy extra company on occasion," Y/N tried to justify and she was probably doing a terrible job at it.

"Yeah, Dick. It's not always me," Selina spoke softly after drinking her coffee. Y/N lightly slapped her thigh and Selina simply smirked at her. 

"Selina, you are not helping right now," Bruce grumbled into his hands before walking around the kitchen to find bread before toast. There were only two things Bruce could make by himself, coffee and toast.

"What do you mean by that? What does she mean by that?" Dick regretted the question as soon as it left his mouth. 

"Dick, sometimes your father and I have extra-marital affairs but together. What Selina meant is that we sometimes have relations with Oliver and Dinah, or Diana, or Hal Jordan, or Clark and Lois, etc," Y/N listed out a few too many names and Dick internally gagged. At this point, he just wanted to find his keys and leave. 

"That's the definition of swingers. I'm gonna leave now and pretend I never heard any of this," Dick said grabbing his keys. Selina waited until she heard the large door slam before speaking again.

"So, round four?" Selina asked while hopping on the counter and removing the robe. Bruce and Y/N made eye contact before moving towards the woman in between them and it was that day that Dick learned not to show up unannounced if he could avoid it.

[arc-misadventures]

NNN: Jaune and Jessica bet their teams they can last NNN.....how do they do?

NNN: J

Jaune: I can totally beat, NNN. Just you watch me!

Blake: You really think you can do that?

Jaune: Easily!

Blake: What makes you think that? I mean, Jessica is just a cuter version of, Ruby…

Ruby: You take that back!

Blake: Can you really deny, Green Ruby?

Ruby: Green what?!

Jaune: First off, Ruby’s nothing like Jessica.

Ruby: That’s right! I’m way better than that goblin!

Blake: How so?

Jaune: First off. She’s a legal loli, Ruby isn’t.

Blake: That’s true.

Ruby: Excuse me what?

Jaune: And, Jessica has magic powers with her ring. Wait, Ruby has magical powers with her eyes… They’re both cute as a button. Both have a passion for heavy ordanence. Both are small. One is green, the other is red, making them complimentary colours. Have small chest, but full butts. Wow… It’s like they’re twins…

Blake: So if you imagine, Ruby as, Jessica, would that make you dealing with, NNN hard?

Jaune: No, she’d just be, Red Jessica then.

Ruby: I’d be red what?!

Blake: But, don’t you want to… ‘tap dat ass?’

Jaune: I do, but I’d rather tap the older Jessica ass, than the younger one. Well, 60/40 in favour of which, Jessica I’d like to tap.

Jaune: …

Jaune: First…

Blake: Older Jessica?

Jaune: Yeah, back in her world she’s in her twenties, she looks like a completely different person. I bet, Ruby will just look a few inches taller when she’s older.

Ruby: Take that back!

Blake: What does she look like, this older, Jessica?

Jaune: Here’s a photo she sent me…

Blake: Damn~! Puppetry was kind to her~!

Ruby: I bet I’ll get a better figure then her.

Jaune: See! I want to tap that! But, I can’t…

Blake: Why not?

Jaune: She’s back in her world, and I’m here… Can’t lose, NNN when there’s nothing to lose to…

Blake: But, I thought she was coming back?

Jaune: She promised she would, but even she doesn’t know when she could… So, yeah…

Blake: So, what are you going to do then?

Jaune: Wait, and see. What else can I do?

Ruby: You can fun with me instead~?

Jaune: Not now, Red Jessica.

Ruby: I am not, Green Ruby!?!

Blake: What do you think, Jessica is doing now?

Jaune: Probably saving the world, that’s what heroes do after all.

~~~~~~

Meanwhile in the, DC RWBY Universe

~~~~~~

Jessica: FIX THAT FUCKING MACHINE ALREADY!!!

Jessica was not saving the world at the moment, she was currently losening her mind with unbridled lust, and blinding rage.

For she was currently being restrained by her friends, Powegirl, Wonderwoman, Superman, and Hal Gordon of the Green Lantern Corp. At least they we’re trying to; One would think three of the, Leagues strongest members could restrain a girl in her mid twenties with relative ease. However, they didn’t take into consideration what a highly horny girl, who was frustrated to no end because she was so hormonal could do to a person.

For in, Jessica’s, hormonal rage, for the lack of a better description, had received both a ring from the, Star Sapphire Core, and the Red Lantern Core. Making an already powerful Lantern exponentially more powerful, and terrifying.

Clark: Hurry up! We’re barely holding her back!

Victor: We’re working as fast as we can!

A multi coloured blast of energy soon shot past, Cyborg’s head, narrowly missing the trans-dimensional gateway thar he, and Batman we’re working on repairing.

Bruce: Hal, block her energy blasts. If one those hits the machine it will be destroyed.

Hal: I’m trying, but I’m fighting three on one!

Kara: Have you called any, Lanterns for back up!

Hal: I called, but it will take them a while to come here.

Another multi coloured blast ripped past, Hal’s head, and nearly impacted one of the stations windows, but the blast doors quickly shut as the, Flash hit the emergency button to activate the blast doors.

Wally: Okay, that was close. Okay, can someone explain to me what’s going on?

Diana: She’s been cursed by, Aphrodite!

Wally: What?

Kara: She decided to do the, NNN challenge. But, that only made her think of that, Jaune kid she’s been talking about, and now she’s just really, really horny!

Clark: And, angry!

Wally: Oh… Well, not to sound vulgar, but can’t she just… do it, and relax then?

Kara: You certainly never been with a woman before have you?!

Wally: Hey!

Bruce: Enough. Just hold on a little longer, we’ve nearly finis…?!

Victor: Oh shit!

Hal: AHHH?!

Another blast of energy hit, Hals shield, only this time it broke through, and slamming into, Hal, and sending him flying only for the bolt of energy to fly though the air, and crash into the machine. It surged with new found power from within, suddenly it blast upward into a multi coloured hole in the ceiling. The ensemble of heroes stared at the whole before something fell through it, and hit the ground with a heavy thud. Before the portal, as it seemed to be suddenly vanished.

They look down upon the ground to see a suit of armour slowly rise from the ground. It’s once polished clean white metal, now was stained by streaks of rust. The knight looked down at his hands before a weary sigh escaped its lips. It’s hands reached up, and removed its helmet, revealing a mane of blond hair tied in a wolf tail. It looked down at the helmet in it’s hands before letting a deep sigh escape his lips. One burdened by the weight of the world, and tired of carrying such a burden around without rest.

: I see… I’m the, Rusted Knight once again… peachy. But… where am I? This clearly isn’t the, Ever After… So where is it?

The figure was about to turn around, when they heard a series of mechanical shifts, and the whirling of engines. He had the stinking feeling he was in a place he wasn’t supposed to be.

Bruce: Who are you, how did you get here?

: I don’t know how I got here, a portal appeared below my feet, and I fell through it, and suddenly I appeared here. As for who I am, well… In this form, I was called the, Rusted Knight. But, that was only in children’s fairytale. But, my real name is, Jaune Arc.

The knight held up it’s hands as it slowly turned around to face them, revealing a grizzled beard of golden hair, laced with white streaks. As he stood before them, he looked at them with a perplexed expression across his face as he stared at them in turn.

Jaune: Do I know you? You look familiar, at least some of you, have we met…? Wait… Jessica, is that you?

The trio was struggling to contain, the Tri-Coloured Lantern from her hormonal rage, but she suddenly went slack in their arms, as the knight fell through the portal. But, her breath quickened as she saw a grizzled old blond man appear before them.

Jessica: J-J-Jaune…? Is that really you?

Jaune: It’s really me my little nightlight.

Jaune smiled warmly, with a fatherly smile as if he was pleased to with what he saw before him. For him, being reunited with his girlfriend, even in such an unorthodox manner was quite pleasing to him. Jessica was also, extremely pleased to see her boyfriend again, she was however, going through a panic attack as she struggled to digest what she was seeing before her.

Jessica: J-J-Jaune’s here?! B-But it’s not, Jaune… This, Jaune is b-bigger! Taller! Those muscles?! And, the beard! That glorious beard! And, are those white streaks? J-Jaune’s a silver fox?! He’s a total daddy now! My Daddy now! Ah… Ah-ha…! Ahahahahahahaha?!

Everyone started looking at, Jessica in concern. Jaune was concerned that after finally reuniting with his girlfriend they would have had happy embrace, followed by a lovers kiss. But, here he was watching his girlfriend falling down into a mad fit of laughter.

For the rest of the, Justic League it was unsettling to see their friend go from stark raving mad, to looking like she was just dosed in, Joker laughing gas.

And, yet it all ended as fast as it began.

Jessica: Aaaaahhhh~!

(“Thud”)

Blood poured down, Jessica’s nose she she finally stopped laughing, before she promptly fainted, and fell upon the ground. Silence hung in the air as all turned to face their unexpected guest.

Jaune: Uhhh… Sorry?

Clark: All thing’s considered this was probably for the best.

Jaune: Okay…?

Kara: That’s, Jaune?!

Diana: he was a teenager when I last saw him, not like… this?!

Kara: Do you think, Jessica is open to sharing?

Jaune: So uhh… what now?

[puppetwoman17]

Injustice What-If:

The Superman brought to the Injustice universe to battle his evil counterpart returns to his home universe. He’s grateful to see all of his friends, reflecting back on how horrible that other world was.

He gives his Lois a giant hug and caresses her stomach where their child is, swearing that he will never become like the other him. He mourns that he’ll never be able to see Green Arrow again, but is happy for him nonetheless.

He smiles at his world’s Diana and Bruce, his best friends, his confidants who will set him straight if he goes overboard. He’s grateful for Barry and Hal, and Victor and Arthur. For a moment, he flashes back to Hal in that yellow suit and Victor with that glowing red eye of his, more machine than man.

Clark is happy.

Then he sees Shazam. He sees Billy, coming from school, with both homework and Champion work to do. He’s confident and excitable and isn’t able to hide the beaming smile when he sees Clark. He begins ranting about his stupid teachers and how long and boring school is. How he couldn’t wait to get out of there and go fight some demons or robots or wizards.

Clark’s smile drops. The rest of the League notices and immediately asks what’s wrong. Is he tired? Is he overwhelmed? How can they help?

He can’t look at him. Clark can’t look Billy in the eyes without knowing what happened to his other self. What he caused. Who he killed. His stomach drops and he feels tears begin to well up in his eyes before he quickly blinks them away. Billly doesn’t need tears right now. He doesn’t need to deal with the problems of adults like he had to in that other universe. Like hell would Clark allow that to happen.

Billy leaves soon after, claiming he has to finish his work quickly if he wants to get to patrol faster. Clark nods slowly as he leaves before turning to look at his confused cohorts.

Diana asks what happened. Why he reacted like that to Billy in particular. Barry agrees and asks if the little guy got hurt or something. Dr. Fate is the only silent observer.

Clark looks them all in the eye, and tells them everything. About how horrible the other world is. How horrible his other self was. The constant death and despair.

And then, he tells them what he found out before he left. Why that world’s Shazam wasn’t there.

The other Clark killed him.

Billy was the only one who spoke out against the other Superman’s war-crazy plans of conquering other planets. Other universes. It was a no brained that the Champion would be the most against the tyranny. And yet, no one helped. No one said a thing.

No one moved in to protect the boy when Injustice-Superman’s breath froze Shazam’s mouth, preventing him from speaking the word that might’ve saved him. No one spoke when hot laser eyes burned into Shazam’s. No one helped move the body when it fell to the ground.

The League is horrified! Angered and disgusted and every other ugly feeling. Diana is distraught that she just watched the boy she, and everyone else, thought of as a little brother be killed before her very eyes, and by one of her closest friends! Hal wants to kill his other self for preventing the other Barry from helping, and Barry just wants to throttle the other Superman. Victor doesn’t move a muscle, but more could be said in how he glared at the metal encasing his body. He swore that he would never let the machine take full control. Now he knew why.

Bruce wants to go back. See the other Billy’s grave. He wants to find their Billy and give him the biggest hug, shove food into his arms and a blanket over his shoulders.

Of course, Billy knows already. He felt it in the Rock, heard the whisper of his death in another world by a distraught Wizard. He actually isn’t all that surprised. Of course a world like that would do something horrible to him, why not?

But that doesn’t stop his surprise when League members hang around him more often than they already do. They don’t get clingy, per we, but they do lose their shit when he isn’t in the room. They sneak a little money into his pocket when he says no, and they, on more than one occasion, wrestle each other for some aloe time with Billy.

He’s just glad they haven’t asked him if he knows he’s dead in another universe.

He’s going to the funeral soon. And he’ll be one of the only people there.

[thekitsunesiren]

Dc x Dp Prompt #4: Grand Custody Battle

Black hair and blue eyes. The two main features that Danny Fenton has that many tend to associate with Bruce Wayne and assume that Danny is somehow related to him. But come on! Everyone would've tried to adopt the young man as well. When they first met Danny Fenton, Bruce's adoption senses went off without a hitch. A child like him would fit right in with his family!

But hold up! Clark wasn't so sure that was all it took! For all they knew, Danny could've been a clone of him. It's happened before, so he shouldn't be surprised if Luthor or some other one of his enemies managed to try to clone him for the second time. So obviously Danny should be under his care. Heh, children. Diana knew that the little squabble between the two would be useless because young Danny would be going with her! Sure he may be a man, but he and his sister both had the hearts of warriors that she couldn't let go to waste in a world such as this. And when the big three began to fight over the parental rights over the child, there were plenty more soon to follow. Selina met the kid before. And while he did meet Bruce's strange little adoption checklist, there was more to him. The snarky attitude and sense of trouble just made her wanna pick him up by the scruff and take him back to her apartment. She was sure she could sneak him away from him if he did manage to adopt the kid. Harley and Ivy gained interest in the child as well. Well, mostly Harley, but Ivy wasn't going stop her from doing what she wanted. The kid had the bite and personality to make anyone wanna adopt him. And Bud and Lou liked him, so that was a definite plus in Harley's book. Lex Luthor heard of another child appearing that looked exactly like Superman. And while he hasn't seen any display of abilities, he was sure that he was special and he will just have to convince the child to work for him before Superman gets his nasty little paws on him. While people of all shapes, sizes, and species were coming out of the woodwork were coming out to adopt this child, Danny was just cursing the one time he left Amity in hopes of looking for some nice peace and quiet.

[everwistfully]

I LOVE the concept that the three founders of the JLA have become aunt and uncles to each others kids!

Like with the batkids, you have Dick and Jason coming in and just casually referring to Superman and Wonder Woman as ‘Uncle Clark’ and ‘Auntie Diana’ is the cutest thing ever!!

Then slowly Tim and Damian also start adopting the terminology once they fully consider themselves accepted by the family or whatever.

But then you have Steph and Duke who took on the terms as soon as they could just to mess with people!

And of course Cass also immediately uses auntie and uncle upon meeting them for the first time, to their mild bewilderment, but why would she not take on the terminology, you know?

But then you’ve got Clark’s kids where Jon immediately starts using ‘Uncle Bruce’ or ‘Uncle Batman’ after it’s explicitly stated that he can because of course he would! Since he’s as close as he is to Damian, he thinks, there’s no reason not to!

But Kon absolutely refuses to! Tim’ll catch him slacking in private from time to time or you’ll hear it used sarcastically but sadly that’s about it.

Auntie Diana, on the other hand, for Clark’s kids, is also an immediate. When you have a gorgeous Amazonian warrior hugging you insisting upon the term of endearment, who are you to say no?

[spider-jaysart]

Bruce and Clark bringing both baby Damian and Jon to a JL meeting for the first time:

The Justice League members: Talking to eachother about something important

Clark and Bruce: Walk into the place

The Justice League Members: Stop their conversation and turn around to see who it was that came in, seeing that it's just Clark and Bruce carrying their two new babies in a baby carrier on their chest

Also the Justice League members: Quickly light up in excitement and joy as they all immediately go to greet the two heroes adorable babies for the first time

Diana, happily: Are these your new babies?

Clark, with a smile on his face: Yep! This is Jon!

Bruce: This is Damian

Dinah: So that's who Damian and Jon are. Hello, cuties! (happily waves at the little two as they both giggle and try to wave back to her in response)

Hawkgirl: Cutie pies!

Diana: Ohhh and just look at their cute little cheeks (goes to lightly pinch their cheeks)

Baby!Damian: slaps her hand away

Diana: Awww and he's a little fighter too! How adorable!

Dinah: Maybe they can have playdates with our son Conner sometime

Clark: Sure! That sounds like it could be fun for them

Hal: They're both little cuties! They look just like you guys!

Clark, playfully ruffling Jon's hair: Thanks! He really does, doesn't he?

Bruce: Damian may be cute but... he can also be very feral

Barry, getting a closer look at Damian: Aww but he doesn't seem so scary to be around, he's adorable!

Baby!Damian: Some how jumps out of his baby carrier and jumps at Hal's face

Hal, falling back: Ahhhhhhh! Help! I'm being attacked by an angry baby!!!!

Barry, immediately while Bruce just has a blank expression: I'll save you, Hal!

Oliver, to baby Jon: Awww, do you want to see me be cool and shoot some arrows? Oh, yes, I bet you do!

Baby!Jon: Happily giggling and clapping his hands in response

Arthur: Oooor maybe he would perfer to see me do some really cool tricks with my triton instead

Oliver: No, he obviously wants to see me be cool, which is something you definitely aren't, Aquaman

Arthur, offended: You take your cruel word's back!

Oliver, glaring at Arthur:..... No

Bruce, annoyed: Shouldn't you all be focusing on more important things? Like League work?

Diana, playing patty cake with Jon: Oh, c'mon, Bruce. We're just trying to get to know the little two

Bruce, grabbing Damian off of Hal's face since Barry failed to do it himself: And you already did, so it's time to get back to work

Baby!Damian: Begins to cry

Bruce, pinching his nose due to being able to smell Damian's diaper: Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go change Damian's diaper and when I get back, I want to see you all getting busy with your work

The League members watching Bruce as he walks away: .....

Also the League once Bruce is gone: Immediately go straight to interacting with Clark and Baby!Jon again

Later, after changing Damian's diaper:

Bruce, comes back with a clean diaper hanging on his head that Damian threw at him as he sees the League still cooing over Baby!Jon: Ahem!

The League: Turns to look at him

Hal, as if he and the rest of the group are being interrupted: What?

Bruce, annoyed, as he throws the wasted diaper off of his head: Can we get back to focusing on our work already? We have important things to do

Soon, Bruce and Clark put both baby Damian and Jon in their baby gate so that they can play with eachother while they work

Baby!Jon, as Bruce and Clark go to have their League meeting at the nearby table: Tries to grab a toy from Damian's side

Baby!Damian: Hits Jon's hand to say no, sadding the little half Kryptonian after he does

Meanwhile, with Clark and Bruce:

Clark, after Bruce hit his hand: Hey! Rude!

Bruce: That's my pen and whenever I let someone around here use my pen, they never give it back to me, so don't even think about touching it

Clark: Okay, jeez, Grumpy

Baby!Damian, after standing up: Does a literal flip that he learned from Talia to get out of the baby gate

Also Baby!Damian as he's walking away from his baby gate: Quickly waves over at Baby!Jon to follow him

Baby!Jon: Tries to his best to jump outside of the baby gate a couple of times but fails and begins to float in the air instead to escape with his best friend

Damian and Jon both then runaway together to go have some fun in the League base

Meanwhile:

Diana, with shopping bags on her arms as she's holding two fluffy teddy bears in her hands: Hey, can I give these to Damian and Jon? I just bought them

Clark, confused: Wait- huh? You just went out shopping in the middle of the meeting? How did I not see you leave-

Diana, cutting him off: Can I give this to them, yes or no?

Bruce: Only after it's passed inspection

Diana: What?

Bruce, grabbing the teddy bear that's meant for Damian as Clark simply takes the one that's meant for Jon: You never know what crazy villains may be disguised as some Toy shop keeper and could be selling you things that you don't even know are secretly dangerous

Diana: .... They're just teddybears

Bruce, about to cut open the teddy bear to make sure it's safe: Not to me, until I know that for sure

Diana, seeing this: Hey! I paid for those!

Clark: (Quickly grabs the teddy bear away from Bruce, earning a glare from him) Uh, hey, you don't have to do that, Bruce. You could just put it through the X-ray scanner here and see it, you know?

Bruce, still glaring at him: Right, cause you just know everything, don't you?

Clark, as him Bruce both walk past Damian and Jon's baby gate to go scan both bears (to calm Bruce's paranoia): (Gasp!) Bruce! The babies! They're gone!!! We have to go find them!

Bruce: (Drops Damian's teddy bear) We need to go search for them! Now! (Runs to go look for them with Clark following him from behind)

Back to Damian and Jon in the weapons room:

Baby!Damian: Happily playing with one of Diana's old swords

Baby!Jon: Giggling while throwing one of Oliver's extra arrows at the wall

They soon see a hole being created in one of the walls there

It is soon revealed to be the Joker who's breaking into the room through the walls as he's covered in armor and has some Kryptonite tucked away in his belt as well. He was planning to steal some of the Leagues weapons and use it against them

The Joker, bending down to Damian and Jon's very small height to get a better look at them: Ooooh, and who are these two little beans just sitting around?

Baby!Jon: Begins to cry after seeing the Joker's terrifying face very close in front of him

Baby!Damian: Gets mad that his best friend is crying and stands up in front of Jon, glaring at Joker

The Joker, amused by his young bravery: Oh, what are you going to do? Fight me?

Baby!Damian: Angrily pulls his nose

The Joker, in pain: Ahhhh!

The Joker, as he angrily grabs Baby!Damian and glares at him: Why youuu little-

Baby!Jon, in defense, Lasers the Joker's shoes, burning his feet with hot heat (but not enough to lit them on fire or laser them off)

The Joker: (Drops Baby!Damian and immediately grabs his feet in pain as he begins to hop around the room) Arrrggggh!!!

Baby!Jon catches Baby!Damian and helps him stand up

They both each grab a weapon from the room

Baby!Damian grabs one of Diana's old swords and swings it at the Joker, making him quickly move back

Baby!Jon, with one of Diana's old shields, throws it at the Joker's direction, knocking him down to the ground

The Joker then tries standing up, about to pull out the Kryptonite from his belt

Baby!Damian: Turns on a switch on one of the rockets that Cyborg created, making it quickly turn on and and fly in Joker's direction, knocking him out

They both then throw a random net on top of him and happily high five eachother and crawl out of the room through one of the vents there

Back to Bruce and Clark and the rest of the League who are looking for Damian and Jon:

Superman, using his x-ray vision everwhere: I can't see them anywhere!

Bruce: Keep looking!

Clark: Wait! I can hear something!

Bruce and the rest of the League listen with him in silence

Bruce, taking out a Batarang: In the vents! (Throws it at the vent, slicing it open as Damian falls out of it and falls safely into his arms giggling)

Clark then lasers through the vent, letting Baby!Jon also fall safely into his arms with a smile on his face as he joyfully claps his hands

The League members quickly surround them both, happy that Damian and Jon are okay

Hal, behind them: Hey guy's, you won't believe this! But... The Joker is knocked out in the weapons room!

Minutes later:

Diana: How did he get knocked out when no one was around to fight him?

Barry: What an idiot, he must've gotten himself knocked out while walking around in this room

Oliver: What do we do with him now?

Bruce, with a smile as he hugs baby!Damian who's in his arms, as Clark is also hugging Baby!Jon: We send him back to Arkham, but the most important thing here though is that these two are safe

Jon and Damian both happily giggle at the warm hugs from their Father's and soon fall asleep in their arms after the fun day they had together as the young Supersons

(I just wanted to do something silly and cute :) )

[bruciemilf]

I have an image in my head of battison getting yelled at or like scolded by justice league members and Batfam(who always listen in cause they don’t trust the league to know when their dad needs a break) just come running like oh no oh no YOU do Not get to yell at dad.

Justice league has no idea who these young adults are but their yelling at the entire league about them being mean to their awkward dad.

OH MANNNNNN NO BECAUSE LIKE - Bruce is technically the youngest there, right? He has to be around,, I wanna say 34? Which, - to a Goddess, feels tender and breakable.

Maybe it can bc he saved Diana from something, - it's just an instinct. Something sleeping deep in his bones but ready to strike when danger hisses, but especially if it hisses at people he cares about

So yes, Diana is yelling, - asking him, what exactly do you think YOU can do? A mortal man?

And Bruce thinks, Everything I can, but doesn't say anything.

He's just... Frozen. Normally, he's not; Normally, he wrestles his shyness away and gets his point across (usually coldly and to the point, because he's uncomfortable)

because he won't allow Batman to be pushed around like Bruce Wayne was. But in this case, - he just can't, for some reason. Maybe because Diana is usually (or unusually) gentle with him.

And Clark, too, - who NEVER yells at anybody, let alone Bruce; Not even when he was being a shit on purpose, trying to make Clark snap for a quick temper check. To see if humanity's doom was Superman's bad day.

So he's silent. Takes it. Even Billy yells at him, - but it's more of a Why can't you ever think about yourself?! Yelling. He sounds a lot like Alfred scolding him.

BUT THEN.

" Dad!"

" Baba?!"

" Hey, - where's the old man?" Quietly, but Clark can pick it up, Is Papi hurt?

" Papa, let me see your arm, -"

" Wǒ bà."

" Pops, that was fucking STUPID-"

" Oh my GOD, dad, WHY would you take a bullet for WONDER WOMAN?!"

Diana points to Duke, " Thank you!" But pauses. " Um... Who are these young warriors? why is one pointing a gun at me?"

Bruce, quietly, " They're my children. I told them not to come. I'm fine."

TJL is just astounded. They had no idea Batman was a father? A father with an army of angry children to boot? " Redhood, put that away. "

" The fuck I will. I might love wonder woman but I love you more," of course there's snickering from his siblings who surround Bruce like an angry flock, helping him on his feet, but Redhood just grumbles, " Not. A fucking. Word."

Clark frowning, but we're just worried about him, - hey don't just take him! But the batkids do Not listen to him. Man of steel or not, - if your name is not Alfred Pennyworth they will NOT listen to you.

Cass is nice and stays back to reassure them Batman will be returning soon enough, pointing at herself, " I - I talk not very good. Batman understand. Words hard. Find them later. All good. But don't do mistake twice."

Honestly, I so want smiling Dick to stay back too, and just, with that blinding camera smile,

" Yell at my father again, and I'll remind you how pain tastes like. Have a good day!"

From that day, they're all Batkids super fans

[webshood]

i feel a little unhinged today so i wanna share a little something with y'all :)))

imagine this scenario, so Batman and the JL accidentally going to another earth, it looks exactly like their earth, but there's small details that change everything about this world

one of them is that there's no Batman, the Martha and Thomas Wayne never died in this earth and thus Bruce never became Batman

this earth's Bruce is cheerful, genuinely happy, he's in a relationship with Clark after they meet at a Wayne gala, they had good chemistry and when Clark asked this Bruce out he accepted it, he's now the Justice League's doctor

Batman has not revealed his identity to his league yet, but he has a crush on Clark to some degree and seeing how happy his counterpart is with their own Supes, leaves a sour taste on his mouth

Batman is not good with romantic relationships, but his heart still aches and he's kinda pissy about the whole situation, trying to go back home as soon as possible, the other JL members with him are a little weirded out about his insistence in coming back as soon as possible and they even send Diana to calm him down

Bruce from this earth notices their tension and decides to host a dinner so they can relax a little bit before going home, because when Batman is antsy everyone else becomes a little antsy too and when this affects his own Supes he sees the need to do something

everyone is eating and chatting away, when Bruce mentions he's turning 35 soon and Batman freezes, he's noticed that Bruce didn't mention Dick or Jason in any point of their conversation (Dick should he turning eighteen and Jason been recently adopted)

so he jumps from his seat and literally steals someone's cellphone and start to look for his children, Dick's parents died, but his boy is nowhere to be found, when he looks for Jason there's only one mention of his baby and it's alongside the news of Willis Todd imprisonment

when he starts to pack up the invisible jet for a trip to Hong Kong so he can kidnap his little girl, Bruce asks him to wait and keep calm, tries to reason with him, about how "You don't even know this children here, this is not your earth"

that's when the illusion falls

no matter how good of a life this bruce has, no matter who he's dating, no matter that he doesn't have the childhood trauma witnessing the death of his parents caused, because even if he's not from this earth, they're still his children. this Bruce might be happy, but Batman wouldn't ever be happy without his children, there's no romantic love that can compare to being utterly bullied by his kids everyday

when the league travels back to their earth, Bruce might be able to try and ask Superman out for a date, but he has to absolutely smother his kids in long and tight bear hugs first, because he can't even imagine life without them

bonus: Batman tracks down every single one of his kids (minus Damian because this earth's Bruce never meet Talia) on that earth and contacts his significant others/exes that are safe enough to raise a kid, but nuts enough to 100% believe that he's from another earth, each of them has their own little kid now

[idkaurl]

Getting Together

Bruce noticed the change almost immediately, it was hard to get anything past him and they weren’t being very subtle about it. The hand holding and public groping was a dead giveaway, he can’t say he was surprised though, Diana had never been shy and Clark had always been easily turned into putty by her.

 Still, though not surprising, the change was very different. The once inseparable trio was now damaged. It wasn’t really their fault; they still made an effort to be around him. It was him who had done the damage. He was happy that they had finally gotten together, but something inside him was tearing him apart. He felt too many things when he saw them together now; anger, envy, sadness, it hurt, so he did the thing he was best at and started tearing himself away from the source of the pain.

 It was easier said than done to pull away from his two best friends. It’s hard to avoid someone when you work with them almost everyday. Needless to say, they took notice. He knew it was only a matter of time before they began questioning his odd behavior, and he was right.

 ~~~

Bruce sat at the computer in the watchtower, he was going over some files, nothing super important, he had really just been trying to look busy. He tensed up slightly as he heard a familiar set of heels heading in his direction. Of course, Diana would be the first to approach him. 

He felt her presence beside him as he kept his gaze on the computer in front of him. She was quiet for a moment before her hand made its way onto his shoulder, “Bruce,” she said calmly, “why don’t you take a break? Me and Clark were thinking we could all grab dinner together.”

He huffed, “I can’t Diana, there’s too much to do,” he lied. He knew that was a dangerous game, lying to both Diana and Clark was an almost impossible task, still he did.

He heard her sigh beside him, “Bruce, there is no work to do. You’ve been avoiding us for weeks,” she stated. It wasn’t a question, it was an observation, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“There’s always work to do Diana,” he stated simply, “and I haven’t been avoiding you, I’ve just been busy.” Against his better judgment he continued, “you two seem to be getting on just fine without me anyway.”

Silence filled the room, he internally cursed himself for putting it out there, he should have just let it be. He felt her grip tighten on his shoulder and for a second he prided himself for rendering Wonder Woman speechless.

That silence was soon filled with the sound of wind coursing through and suddenly Clark was there. A flash of anger crossed Bruce’s eyes, not that they could see it with his cowl still on, Clark could probably sense it through his heartbeat though.

He kept his gaze forward, avoiding them, hoping they’d just leave him be. No such luck. “Bruce,” Diana tried again, “please,” she turned his chair, forcing him to face them, “we miss you.”

He jolted at the sudden change of position, glaring at the two of them, but staying silent.

“Come on Bats,” Clark chimed in, “I know you have to be missing us too,” he teased. Those words stirred something within Bruce. He did miss them, he missed them so much it hurt, but it hurt worse to be with them and see what he could never have.

He huffed pulling himself up from the chair, “I’m taking my leave,” he stated, “you’re right Diana, work here is done for now. I’ll be heading home to check on Gotham then.”

“Let us come with you,” Clark chimed in, “it’s been a while since we’ve come to visit Gotham.” Bruce shot a glare in his direction, why wouldn’t they just leave him alone?

“Do what you want,” he said simply, making his way towards the zeta tube.

There was no surprise when he found both of them following him, and soon they were standing in the Batcave. Bruce immediately made his way towards the large computer to scan for surveillance, ignoring them as they followed.

He took a seat and started clicking through the cameras he had placed through Gotham. It seemed like it was pretty quiet tonight, just his luck. “Bruce, can we talk?” Diana asked after a while of silence.

“Talk about what?” he growled out.

He felt a soft hand reach out to caress his face, “I think you know,” she stated.

He heart stilled at the touch before quickly speeding up, he kept his words level though, “what is there to talk about? If you are referring to the nature of your developing relationship, I am well aware of it and it does not need to be discussed further,” he stated.

She hummed, softly stroking his face, “Clark, I think we might have given him the wrong idea,” she said sadly.

“It appears that way,” Clark agreed, inching closer to the two of them.

“You can’t think we’d want to have a relationship without you, can you?” she asked Bruce. He stilled, did he hear her right?

“What?” he asked dumbly.

He saw both their mouths start to turn slightly upward into the shape of a smile, “We love you Bruce, both of us,” she smiled. Clark nodding shyly beside her.

He felt her hands move to remove his cowl, reaching a hand out to stop her. If they removed his cowl his emotions would be on full display, he wasn’t sure if he could handle that right now.

“It’s okay Bruce,” she said calmly, “it’s just us, let us see how you’re feeling.”

He slowly dropped his hand away, allowing her to remove his cowl. He saw their faces drop when they saw his. He knew he didn’t look great right now, but their expressions only solidified that.

“We’re sorry Bruce,” Clark stated, “we didn’t mean to do this to you,” he started.

“Do what to me?” Bruce demanded, anger flaring up again.

“Hurt you,” Diana ran her hand through his hair softly massaging his scalp. He found himself leaning into the touch, he’d missed them. He felt tears threaten to prick at the corners of his eyes.

Diana slid onto his lap easily, pressing soft kiss to his temple, “shh,” she hushed, as she continued petting his hair. His eyes widened in alarm when he felt himself be lifted in the air, Clark had scooped them both up in his strong arms and was carrying them up to the manor. Bruce stilled, allowing them to do as they pleased. He was still confused, but he figured he’d enjoy the moment while it lasted.

It wasn’t long before the reached Bruce’s bedroom and Clark deposited them both onto the bed before climbing on himself. Bruce found himself stuck in the middle, between his two best friends. His two best friends that he was in love with. There, he’d said it, to himself at least. It felt good to admit, even if he knew it couldn’t be. He was sure this was all out of pity. They had seen the affect their relationship had on him and were feeling guilty, this was all this was. Even so, he was going to soak it in while he could as greedy as that might be.

~~~

He must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew he woke up to the sound of the soft murmurs of conversation around him. In his comfortable, sleep-dazed, state he couldn’t quite decipher what they were talking about, but he was certain of one thing; it was about him.

He sighed, pressing his face against something warm and firm. He felt hands softly massaging his back, “go back to sleep darling,” he heard a voice whisper in his ear, “we’ll be here when you wake up, we promise,” and then he did.

~~~

When Bruce woke the second time, he was much more coherent. His eyes widened as he realized the position he was in. He had thought it was all a dream, but the proof lay right before him as he found himself still sandwiched between the two. His face had been pressed up against Clark’s chest and he felt Diana pressed close against his back.

He moved to try and pull away, but he found himself trapped under the weight of their strong arms as they each had one arm wrapped around him.

He looked up as he felt a sleepy kiss be pressed against his forehead, Clark’s sleep riddled eyes looking down at him, “good morning,” he smiled, and Bruce felt his heartbeat speed up. He felt the vibrations of Clark’s soft chuckle as he was still pressed against his chest and suddenly felt another set of lips on the back of his neck, “good morning,” Diana smiled, wrapping her arm around him more securely as if he might try and run away.

“Good morning,” Bruce grumbled out, his tone exposing his confusion.

“Did you sleep well?” Diana asked. He could practically hear her grin.

He made an affirmative sound, “Better than I have in a long time,” he found himself admitting.

He heard them both hum happily in response, “I’m glad,” she purred into his ear as she leaned over to give Clark a kiss.

Something stirred in him at the sight, want. He felt her hand start to trail up his chest, trailing over his muscles, all the way until her hand rested at his chin. She cupped it in her hand, encouraging him to turn towards her. He allowed it, looking into her eyes, “can I kiss you, Bruce?” she asked softly.

“Yes,” the words left his mouth before he could even second guess himself and she acted quickly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as well.

She pulled away far too quickly in his opinion, but he found himself being pulled back in the direction of Clark, “me too,” he asked, “can I kiss you too?”

“Yes,” he found himself answering on instinct, once again being pulled into a chaste kiss before he could back out.

Clark pulled away and Bruce found himself blinking confusedly at what had just happened. Diana hushed him, “I can tell that brain of your is running a mile a minute,” she chuckled into his ear, “you don’t need to think about it, this is real, we promise,” she smiled, “we love you.”

“We love you,” Clark reaffirmed, kissing his forehead once again.

Bruce felt the tension leave his body at their words, a soft smile forming on his face, “I love you too,” he said. 

They held him tighter, pressing soft kisses against his skin and he let them. He didn’t know how long this happiness would last, but he decided he’d embrace it while he could.

[disillusioneddanny]

The Story of Us - Chapter 1.

Bruce Wayne stared over the prone body of his closest friend, his hands clasped behind his back. “What happened?” he asked, looking between Clark Kent, Jon Kent, and Conner Kent as they all lay upon the hospital beds not moving, barely breathing.

The doctor looked over at him and sighed. “We don’t know. There was a fight with Lex Luthor and something happened, he infected Clark with something and it must have been contagious because it spread to both Superboys,” she said softly, standing up from where she had been crouched before the heroes. 

“Do we have any idea what it is that infected them? Or how to fix it?” Batman asked gruffly, still staring at one of his closest friends. 

The doctor shook her head sadly. “No, we do not.”

Bruce nodded his head and left the hospital room. He soon found himself in the conference room surrounded by the Justice League Dark and the main members of the League. 

He looked at the large screen behind him and let out a breath. “Yesterday at eleven forty-five in the morning Superman engaged in combat with Lex Luthor where he sprayed a strange red substance at Superman. From there, he found himself without his powers, his wife reports that he had developed a cough as well as a fever. From there he spread it to both Jon and Conner who developed the same symptoms. Lois called us this morning to inform me that none of the supers were waking up. We don’t know what is causing this illness and we aren’t sure how to fix it.”

Bruce looked at the main team of the Justice League first. “I want you all to start looking for Lex Luthor, turn over every rock, every stone until you can find him. Bring him here as soon as you do so that we can find out what he knows. Justice League Dark, I want you all to start looking for a cure as soon as possible. Do whatever it takes to find something that can fix them.”

“Bats,” Constantine said from his seat, blowing out a lungful of smoke. “I may know someone who can fix the supers.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “And who would that be?”

“I’ve heard whispered about a healer, but we’ll have to trade for his services. I don’t know what exactly he is, rumors say he’s a demon from another realm,” Constantine winced at that. “Not an evil demon, mind you, but a demon nonetheless.”

“What would he want for a trade?” Bruce asked, crossing his arms. 

“We’ll have to summon him first,” Constantine said and Zatanna gave him a nervous look. 

“You sure? If you’re talking about who I think you are, he’s the most powerful healer. But he was prominent in the War for the Infinite Realms. He isn’t someone to mess with,” Zatanna said softly. 

The Infinite Realms had Bruce’s ears pricking slightly. He hadn’t heard those words in twenty years, not since Danny had left to fight in the war. Not since they had fallen out of communication with one another. It hadn’t been something either of them had planned to happen. 

Danny had gotten pulled into the war, Bruce had gotten dragged into the role of being Batman. Bruce knew he was half at fault, he had never reached out. He had become too consumed, first with being Batman and then he had adopted Dick, and then Jason, Tim, Cass, Duke, and Damian had all come along and they had become his entire life. 

And Bruce assumed that whatever Danny was out there in the Infinite Realms doing, he was busy too. Maybe he’d have to see if that old summoning line still worked, even after twenty years of nothing between them. He shook himself out of it. 

“Beings of the Infinite Realms usually will tell you what they want when you summon them,” Bruce said. “Go ahead and summon this healer. We can see if they are willing to make a deal with us.”

“You know about the Infinite Realms?” Constantine barked out. Diana looked between the two with a frown. 

“What is the Infinite Realms?” She asked curiously, her brows furrowed. 

“The Infinite Realms is the center of all dimensions, it’s what keeps the multiverse connected,” Bruce told her. “It’s also the land of the dead, it’s where realms like the Fields of Asphodel, Heaven, Hell, Paradise, all reside. The main beings who reside there are known as ecto-entities, more commonly known as ghosts. The United States of America used to have acts in place called the Anti Ecto Acts that declared them non-sentient monsters who needed to be destroyed. One of the first things I did as Bruce Wayne when I had taken my mantel was overturn those acts as they violated meta-protection laws. I know of some of the beings there but the only healer I know of is a yeti named Frostbite.”

Zatanna shook her head. “This guy is much stronger than Frostbite,” she said and looked up at Bruce. “They call him the Great One. We can summon him, give me some time to find the correct sigils but we can summon the Great One and see what he’s willing to trade to fix the Supers.”

Bruce nodded once. “Thank you,” he said softly. “Let me know when you’re ready. I will be in the medical bay until then.”

With that, Bruce stalked off to stand vigil over his friend until the others could find a way to contact this Great One and see what he could do. 

Tim looked up from his seat beside Conner and frowned. “How did Lex even make this stuff? Do we even know what it is?” He asked, brushing hair out of Conner’s face. 

“There has to be a way he even found a weakness such as this. What could he have done? How could he have even found something that could hurt them so badly?” Damian said from beside his best friend. “Not only that but how will this affect Conner and Jonathon? They are not full-blooded Kryptonians, not like Clark. We can see that by how their symptoms were not as severe, yet they are also comatose,” Damian murmured. 

“I don’t know,” Bruce said with a sigh, taking a seat beside his son in between Jon and Clark’s beds. “I don’t know but we are hoping to get some answers. The Justice League Dark are summoning a healer that is known to be one of the best. I am hoping that they will have some answers,” he said. 

“I can’t lose another friend, Bruce,” Tim said quietly, his head bowed as he rested his forearms on his thighs and stared at Conner. “He’s my best friend.”

Bruce just nodded his head and looked at his own best friend, knowing exactly how his son was feeling. 

It was three hours later that Zatanna came in with a small smile. “The summoning is ready,” she said. “From John’s research, he might not even demand a trade for his services. He seems to be more benevolent than we thought he was.”

Bruce nodded and looked at his sons. “Let me know if there are any changes,” he said quietly. 

The boys nodded and Bruce quickly followed the magician down the hall to the large room where the summoning was taking place. 

A large sigil had been drawn on the ground with chalk, different symbols in a large circle. Bruce watched as Zatanna sat before it crossed-legged and Constantine lit the surrounding candles. 

“Great One, we are here to ask for your assistance,” she said before slipping into a language that Bruce had not heard in a very long time. It had sent him down a path of nostalgia as he heard the ghost speak. It was unlike any language he had ever heard, Danny had spent hours trying to teach him the language when they were teenagers. Danny had said he was so-so at speaking it but he had learned enough of the language to at least understand when others were speaking it. 

Bruce listened as the magician asked for The Great One to grace them with their presence and watched as a swirling green ectoplasm vortex appeared in the summoning circle and a loud pop sounded in the room. 

Once the ectoplasm cleared away Bruce blinked a few times at the figure in front of him. 

“Phantom?” 

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[fickle-tiction]

Lasso of...Vulnerability?

"I'm--breaking up--with both of you." Bruce managed to growl through clenched teeth as he desperately tried to hold his laughter at bay. He was sandwiched in-between Clark and Diana, the latter still in her Wonder Woman outfit, having just arrived in the cave.

"Oh please." Clark scoffed, crowding closer as he slipped his hands beneath Bruce's shirt to tease at the tensed muscles of his stomach. "You were practically begging for it."

"That-" Bruce broke off into a gasp when Diana started nuzzling at his neck. "Th-ha-t's victim blaming!" Once that first laugh slipped past his defenses it was like the dam broke, stuttering laughter tumbling out as he tried to slip sideways out of their embrace.

"You can stop with the bravado." Diana wrapped her arms around Bruce's shoulders from behind and slipped a hand beneath the collar of his shirt to gently scratch along Bruce's collarbones, resulting in a muffled shriek. Bruce promptly flushed red as the sound was ripped from him, and it took all of her self-restraint not to coo at the sight. "We all know you love this."

"I-hihihihi really don't!" Bruce protested as he tried to pry Diana's hands out of his shirt. Of course, Clark chose that moment to walk his fingers up his ribs, digging into the spaces between at random. "I ha-haha-te when you tickle my neck." He had one hand wrapped around Diana's wrist, the other around Clark's, and neither were doing him any good.

"That's why we save it for special occasions." Diana whispered into his ear, resulting in another of those muffled screeches that had Bruce turning a deeper red.

"My ears are the-haha-worst!" Bruce protested, surging forward into Clark to try to escape Diana's gentle teasing.

"We know."

"Everywhere el-hehe-else is kind of ni-hihihi-nice though."

As soon as the words processed all three of them froze. Clark and Diana's eyes met above Bruce's head, identical looks of shock on their faces, but Bruce didn't dare move his face away from where it was buried in Clark's shoulder; not until he and Diana both took a half step back and forced his hand.

"...." Bruce's face had gone from flushed to white alarmingly fast, and he looked like he was about five seconds from bolting. "I don't know why I said that."

Diana went to put her hands on her hips, gasping when one landed on the lasso. "Oh." Bruce slowly turned around, gaze locking onto the glowing rope at her hip, mouth set in a thin line. "I am so sorry." She said, holding the rope away as though Bruce might accidentally come into contact with it again. "I did not mean to use this on you, Bruce. I only meant to tease."

Bruce stared at the rope in silence, the muscle in his jaw jumping and his heart pounding almost painfully against his ribs.

"We...aren't going to make fun of you." Clark said slowly, stepping forward so he was beside Bruce instead of behind him; carefully not touching him. "We can just forget you said it. We know you didn't mean to." He offered, voice carefully neutral. "But we aren't going to make fun of you for it."

"I forgot it was there." Diana added, guilt creeping into her voice. She knew how hard it was for Bruce to trust people, and she was afraid she just lost that trust.

Bruce...was not going to ruin another relationship due to his inability to cope with his own emotions. "I know." He dragged his eyes up to meet Diana's. "It's okay." Diana looked like she was going to protest so Bruce took a deep breath and reached out and grabbed the rope. "I know you wouldn't intentionally use this on me without asking first."

Diana smiled softly, nodding her head without speaking. She didn't want to accidentally prompt Bruce to say anything else when he was still holding the rope.

Bruce let out a low slow breath through his nose before turning his head to meet Clark's eyes, rope still in hand. "And I know you won't make fun of me." The heat was starting to creep back in to his cheeks, but he carried on. "But it's still embarrassing." He held his free hand up to halt Clark's protests.

"I-don't-do-vulnerable." It sounded like it pained him to say it, and his knuckles were white as he gripped the lasso, but he needed to get this out now that the opportunity had presented itself. "I don't do movie nights. I don't do pillow talk. I don't do quiet mornings over coffee, or Saturday afternoon lunch dates on the dock of the lake. But I like--love--doing those things with you." His face was bright red as he looked over at Diana, and it felt like he was being flayed open, his nerves exposed to the elements. "Both of you."

Neither Clark nor Diana said anything while Bruce still held the lasso, though the sappy smiles on both of their faces spoke for them. "And I don't blush." Bruce added, sounding bewildered now. "I haven't since I was a kid. I don't know why that keeps happening around you two." Okay, now he was rambling. The lasso causing truths to spill out of him. "And I really don't like when you tickle my ears. I'm way too sensitive for that." Oh God. Diana was laughing now as she held a hand out for the rope. "But I really like when you tickle my back. It feels really--" Bruce abruptly dropped the lasso, his mouth snapping shut as the tips of his ears burned red.

Clark chose not to comment on that last revelation, even though he couldn't help the surprised laughter that came out when Bruce practically threw the lasso away from himself. "I love doing those things with you, too." He tentatively wrapped an arm around Bruce's shoulders, relaxing when Bruce leaned into the touch.

"As do I." Diana left the lasso where it had landed, stepping around it to slip her arms around Bruce's middle. She pressed a kiss to his temple. "Thank you for telling us that." She whispered into his hair.

"I'm--not great at expressing myself." Clark's small huff of laughter earned him an elbow to the ribs. "I...appreciated the help." A beat. "But keep that thing away from me around other people."

~~~Bonus Scene Later That Night~~~

"Soooo..."

Bruce's shoulders stiffened at Clark's tone, and he pretended to be busy looking for a shirt so he would have an excuse to not turn around. Not that that seemed to matter, since Clark was now draping himself over Bruce's back and walking him backwards away from the dresser. "What was that you said, earlier?"

"Something about your back?" Diana asked, plucking the shirt from Bruce's hands and tossing it carelessly over her shoulder. He wouldn't be needing that.

"Hngh." Since he was shirtless Clark and Diana got to see the flush start on Bruce's cheeks and creep it's way down his chest.

"Lay down." Clark whispered in his ear, snickering at the squeal Bruce wasn't fast enough to muffle.

"Fuck off." Bruce countered, right before he was unceremoniously flung onto the bed. "What happened to 'no powers in bed'?" He asked, no real heat in his voice as he settled into a more comfortable position on his stomach.

"We weren't in bed yet." God, Clark was such a little shit sometimes.

"Relax, Bruce." Diana ran her hands up his tense back before taking his arms and gently but firmly dragging them up so Bruce could cushion his head in them. "Let us do this for you."

"Please." Clark said enthusiastically, drawing a quiet laugh out of Bruce as he hid his face in his arms.

Someone was leaving a slow trail of kisses across his lower back, starting at the left side and leisurely making their way across. Bruce jolted when they reached the dimple at the base of his spine, muffling a laugh into the blankets when they nipped at the spot, and giving it the same treatment on the other side.

Soon a pair of hands (thicker fingers, shorter nails, it must be Clark) settled on either side of his spine, just below his shoulder blades. Bruce broke out in goosebumps, jolting with a gasp when they gently dragged out to either side, fingers tracing around his ribs as far as they could go until they were stopped by the mattress. He was mortified by the whimper he let out when those fingers quickly skimmed up his ribs, stopping just short of his underarms and instead dragging across his upper back.

The first real laugh escaped when those lips found their way to the backs of his ribs. Diana gently nibbled on the bone and Bruce shouted into the mattress, body heaving as he let loose and didn't bother to fight the laughter he could feel bubbling up inside. It only get worse better when Clark gently scratched his short nails across his lower back, causing Bruce to start squirming in earnest. From there it was hectic. Fingers, lips, nails, teeth; tickling, kissing, licking, teasing any spot they could reach.

When they finally decided Bruce (who hadn't let out a single protest, besides the involuntary squirming) had had enough, they each lay on either side of him. Bruce stayed where he was, giggling into the mattress for another minute. When he finally rolled over his face chest and stomach were all flushed pink, and he had a soft smile on his face that for once he wasn't trying to hide.

[schrijverr]

The Hearts of Gotham 7

Chapter 7 out of 7

Bruce makes the Justice League believe he has two hearts and is a manifestation of Gotham’s night to throw them off his secret identity, not trusting them. When the sound system breaks, he doesn’t come clean, but lies instead that he split into two to make Robin. From there it spirals as all the Robins make the lies grow and twist it in their own ways, until the truth comes out.

This fic is based on this post and inspired by Bouncing Baby Bat, or so the Justice League is led to believe... by EmpressGeek.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

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Chapter 7: How It All Comes Crashing Down

Of course, nothing can last. Not that this was ever meant to last. Bruce always thought that the League would mess up and he could drop them and with that the charade. Or that he could give it up when he got more comfortable. Neither happened. And now he is still maintaining it. Though that is about to end.

It’s due to an unfortunate and unpredictable set of circumstances too.

If the Watchtower hadn’t exploded in their previous battle, if Clark hadn’t been hit with kryptonite, if Gotham hadn’t been the closest, if he could have reached his kids. Than none of this would have happened and he could have pretended to be a cryptid manifestation of Gotham’s night with two hearts for the rest of time.

Alas, it’s not meant to be and if he wants Superman to live, he’ll have to go to the Cave and cross his fingers that none of his kids are down there when he arrives with a big clunk of the League in tow.

So, here he is, tearing down the streets of Gotham in the Batmobile, Clark bleeding out in the backseat as Diana and Hal try to keep pressure on the wound, while Barry curses loudly and is of no particular help at all.

Because of course Superman would get hit with kryptonite shrapnel that lodged itself deep inside where they can’t reach, which meant he can’t recover. And of course he needs surgery, but the only kryptonite Bruce has on him is a weapon, not the surgical implement he has at a spare of at the Cave. And of course he can’t just let Superman die, because he actually likes the man.

Great.

Fucking fantastic.

He enters the right tunnel to the Cave, coming to a stop at the parking bay and throwing open the doors of the Batmobile. The Cave is luckily empty at first glance, so he just orders Clark to the medbay, ignoring how everyone starts to look around as he focuses on applying aid.

Now, Bruce has become a pretty good medic over the years. It’s a hazard of the job and he had to learn or die. And despite the fact that this is more difficult that setting a nose or stitching someone up, he’s pretty confident he can do this without Alfred, so he doesn’t have to blow his cover completely.

Bruce went to medical school for a year, that has to count for something right? He’s done field surgery before.

Clark is bleeding a lot and removing all the pieces is difficult, but Bruce honestly thinks he’s getting somewhere. The others are hovering over his shoulder, trying to get Clark to hang in there, and he has always worked better under pressure.

When the tides finally seem to turn, Bruce thinks that his decades as a vigilante and a dad have finally paid off culminating in this. Because after a tense 45 minutes, color is returning to Clark’s face and the bleeding has stopped.

Bruce bandages him up and mentally starts to calculate how quickly he can get them out of the Batcave, especially when Barry comments: “Where did you get a giant Penny? Or a T-rex for that matter. I feel like I should’ve asked about the T-rex first.”

“Cases,” he replies curtly, then adds: “Robin wanted to keep them,” because he has a reputation to maintain.

“You have a bunch of crazy shit here, Spooky. But also cool shit,” Hal concedes, poking around the evidence and the rest of the cave, making Bruce’s eye twitch.

He’s just about to lie that the others are somewhere among the stalactites sleeping so they have to be quiet and leave soon – because he might as well commit even more at this point – when there is a loud crash at the entrance to the Cave.

As he scrambles to find a way to signal whichever of his kids just came crashing in that it is a bad time, Dick’s voice rings out: “B are you okay? We saw your scuffle on the TV, so I came as soon as I noticed you were down here.”

Another crash, then Jason’s voice: “Don’t listen to him, dad! He’s being nice to hide that he’s been a fuck ass who ate the last of Alfred’s cookies!”

By that point, Dick comes sliding into view of the League. He’s in his socks, but dressed as if he came out of work (probably due to the cookies) and is sans mask. When he sees everyone his eyes widen and he scrambles to stop.

Jason, who is hot on his trail, slams into his back, making the two of them stumble. He catches his balance, then scowls: “What’ya do that for, Dickface?” then he looks up and sees the League as well, dumbly commenting: “Uh-oh.”

He too is dressed in street wear, but not the kind he wears when he’s out as Red Hood. Though Bruce notes the gun tucked into the back of his pants. There is also no mask on his face, but he’s still wearing shoes, probably caught Dick as he came in.

Bruce stands quietly to the side, not sure if he wants to get the attention back on him with the mess that has just been created right in front of them. While both the League and his two eldest sons just stare at each other for a moment.

A part of him wants to be upset that the Justice League knows now and he’ll have to face the embarrassment. Especially since it’s over something as silly as eaten cookies.

However, he can’t be angry. Jason called him dad again, he and Dick are screwing around, and both are comfortable enough to not only come crashing into the Manor for cookies, but also to come visit him in the Batcave. That’s worth more than his pride.

Besides his pride only grows when his sons are the first to recover. But it is Dick, who is the first to speak again. Apologetically he greets: “Oh, hi, uhm, we- we didn’t realize B had visitors over.”

“Sup, fuckers,” Jason adds.

Barry is the first of the League that manages to speak, dumbly saying: “You can take the masks off?” making both Dick and Jason laugh, while Bruce feels his own lip twitching slightly.

“Yeah, we can take ‘em off, Barry,” Dick answers him kindly, albeit a little amused.

Then it’s Clark, who speaks up from where he has been frowning. His face suddenly clears up and he points at them and exclaims: “I’ve interviewed you! You’re Dick Grayson-Wayne. What- What are you doing here?”

“Well, uhm, I accidentally stumbled in here?” Dick replies, knowing it likely won’t save him.

“That’s what you get for always being on the front of those gossip rags, Dickiebird,” Jason ribs his brother. “I don’t get recognized.”

Dick immediately turns to scowl at his brother: “You’re dead, that doesn’t count.”

“Totally does,” Jason informs him smugly.

Bruce decides to step in, before any of the horrified League members do, because that will only encourage Jason more. “Kids, please. Let’s all take a minute.”

By speaking up, he cut off any reactions by getting the attention back on him. A good idea in theory, but one that feels wrong when all the League member look at him. If he were a lesser man, he would have disappeared into the shadows of the Cave. He’s sure he has a grappler on him, he could take stepping off the medbay platform.

“Batman, what is happening?” Diana demands and Bruce would have been fine if it had been anyone but her asking.

He sighs, dawdles for a second as he fights the urge to pout and shrink away. Then makes the executive decision that he is too exhausted to try and salvage this situation. He never thought to make a contingency for this level of idiocy and he knows that there truly isn’t a real reason to keep it up for longer.

So, he pulls off his cowl, looking tiredly at the League as he says: “You just met two of my kids outside of the mask, because they’re having a fight over cookies.”

“Alfred’s cookies!” Jason corrects indignantly and Bruce does have to agree with that. He has shamelessly participated in fights over those cookies. So he gives Jason a small nod, which seems to mollify him.

“Bruce Wayne,” Hal exclaims. “Batman is Bruce fucking Wayne?”

“No,” Clark frowns. “I- I’ve interviewed Bruce Wayne dozens of times. He’s human. Completely human.”

Sometimes Bruce wonders why he works with a bunch of idiots, then realizes he sounds like Damian and quickly pushes the thought away. Though he can’t help but give Clark a deadpan look as he disables the sound system, maybe getting a little bit of joy out of the shocked eyes he gets in turn.

“You’re second heartbeat. It’s gone,” Clark says dumbly.

“Wait, is Batman going to give birth to another Robin? Because I don’t think I can be here for that,” Barry says in a panic and Bruce starts to think Damian might have a point, while Dick and Jason start dying of laughter.

Taking a deep breath, Bruce answers seriously: “I am not about to give birth, Barry. I have never given birth. I’m human. I’ve always been human. There never was a second heart.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Then the whole crowd explodes.

“What the fuck? What about all the little kids we met?”

“Batman, we’ve been working together for over two decades! How could you keep this from us?”

“I- I can’t believe I got punked by Batman.”

“Humans. Humans. I can’t believe- I-” Clark is the most shocked. Bruce almost feels bad, since he is his best friend and the man has been nothing but kind to him throughout all these years and he had no reason to lie.

“I’m sorry about lying, but it was the best way to work together,” Bruce tells them neutrally, though a little sorry too.

Jason, naturally, ruins his reputation immediately, slinging an arm around his shoulders as he grins to the group and says: “What B here means is that he was paranoid as fuck when he met you all and by the time Dick there came along, he was in too deep and too embarrassed to say anything.”

While knowing it won’t do a thing, Bruce feels the need to warn: “Jason.”

“What! It’s true. Right, Dick?” Jason exclaims.

Bruce looks at his oldest, but betrayal seems to be all around today, because Dick apologetically says: “It is, B, sorry. You really didn’t have to lie by the time I got onto the scene. You didn’t really have a reason when pitching it to me except for undercover training. It’s a bit of a bad look if you can’t find an explanation for a nine year old.”

“You were the first Robin,” Diana realizes.

“Guilty as charged,” Dick smiles at her charmingly. “I’m Nightwing now. Nice to meet you outside the mask.”

“Likewise,” Diana replies, shaking his hand, ever the princess. She then turns to Jason and asks: “And who might you be?”

“I’m Jason, Jason Todd. I was the second Robin. I’m Red Hood now,” Jason shakes her hand, still a little starstruck. Fondly Bruce thinks that some things never truly change. “It’s nice to meet you, Wonder Woman.”

“You can call me Diana. And it’s nice to meet you too,” she smiles.

In the background Hal whispers to Barry: “I thought Jason Todd died?”

With a wolfish grin comes onto Jason’s face and neither Bruce nor Dick stop him when he says: “I did, I got better,” though Dick does roll his eyes.

“Wait, I once caught Red Hood,” Clark says, suddenly realizing what he did. “You said you were Crime Alley come to life and I- Oh no. I…”

“Let a wanted criminal go based off the sound of an extra heartbeat with no evidence he was telling the truth,” Bruce fills in mildly.

“I appreciated it, Supes,” Jason pipes up with a big grin.

“Wait, your son is a criminal? Doesn’t that get awkward?” Barry asks.

“Well, I like to think of myself as more of an anti-hero, you know. One that steps in and doles out a more permanent kind of justice that Batman is too much of a pussy for,” Jason says.

“We have an ideological difference,” Bruce grits, pinching his brow bone. “He slowed down the murder. We’re working on it.”

“He’s working on it, I’m not really,” Jason tells them conversationally.

Though he is luckily stopped by Dick before he can say much more. The elder claps a hand over his mouth and smiles at the unconvinced League as he cheerfully informs them: “He’s a bit of a drama queen, it’s not so bad. Don’t worry about it.”

“I feel like we maybe should worry about that,” Clark says.

And while Bruce loves his friend, he is absolutely not having Clark meddle in Jason’s recovery and adjustment into the family. They have just made a step forwards and no one is ruining that for him. Not now.

Fortunately, before he has to hurt Clark’s feelings more, a motorcycle pulls into the Cave with Duke on it. He grapples his way over to the medbay, already saying: “Do we have some extra fear gas antidote, there is a- oh! Hi, uhm, you’re- you’re the Justice League.”

Then, because Duke is a loyal son and has moved up to Bruce’s second favorite, he quickly puts on a dramatic voice and introduces himself: “I am Gotham’s day and-”

“You don’t have to, Duke,” Dick cuts him off.

“Huh?” Duke asks.

“Yeah, we just kind of ruined it all. The League knows we’re just some people,” Jason shrugs, though he is grinning and doesn’t even have the decency to look apologetic. Bruce isn’t sure why he expected it.

“Oh, well, then I’m Duke, it’s an honor to meet you,” Duke tells them Justice League, who is still in shock at the sudden appearance.

Bruce hears Barry ask Hal if they’ve ever met this one and before it can become an actual question, he steps in and says: “We have more of the antidote over here. What happened? Did Scarecrow escape?”

“No, but some d-rate villain found an old stash,” Duke reports dutifully, taking the case of antidotes from him. “Cass is still fighting him, while I get this, but we have it handled. Don’t worry. I do have to go now.”

“Of course, good luck,” Bruce says.

“Thanks,” Duke smiles, before dropping down to the parking bay.

“Kick ass!” Jason yells after him.

“Give a call if you need back up,” Dick also calls out.

“Will do,” Duke promises, before speeding out of the Cave.

Bruce decides that this is the perfect opportunity and says: “We should leave too. The world saw Superman take a hit and us take off. Our latest battle site is still smoking. We need to make a public appearance to show that Clark here will be just fine. Maybe help with some of the clean up for good press.”

“But I wanna talk more about all this,” Barry whines.

“Yeah, there have been too many reveals and I feel like I haven’t processed any of them and have a hundred more questions to ask,” Hal agrees.

“Exactly!” Barry adds again. “Like you’re Bruce Wayne, I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen that kid before.”

“You’re human,” Clark adds, another betrayal of today.

“Well that’s tough for you,” Bruce says anyway, allowing himself to be a little bitchy. Today has been long, okay? “You can process in your own time and ask questions next time we see each other. Now get out of here.”

“Oehhh that’s his you’re in trouble voice,” Jason tells them, big smirk on his face.

“He’ll answer later, he just needs to be grumpy now,” Dick placates them and while it is correct, Bruce doesn’t want to promise that to them just now. So he glares at Dick, who just smiles back innocently.

The interaction goes unnoticed and Diana just smiles: “Well, then I am content to leave this revelation for now. Batman is right that we should return to the battlefield now, seek out our other comrades and assure everyone.”

“Thank you,” Bruce says. “Now get going.”

Fortunately, they start to do as he tells them, though Barry does pout: “Human Batman is a lot bossier.”

Bruce ignores it as the adult he is, loading the League back into the Batmobile so they can return to asses the damage and assure the public. As they leave, both Jason and Dick wave at them, calling out a goodbye that gets returned.

Before Bruce joins the rest of the League, he decides that he can be a little petty, so he stops and calls out: “Oh, and Dick?” “Yeah?” “You’re grounded.”

“What! Why? I didn’t do anything?” Dick exclaims indignantly. “Are you really grounding me for embarrassing you in front of your friends?”

“No, for eating the last of Alfred’s cookies,” Bruce says.

“Ha! Vengeance! Eat that, Dickface,” Jason crows with delight.

Dick splutters some more, before yelling: “You can’t ground me, I’m an adult. You have no power over me.”

“Still grounded,” Bruce shrugs, then gets into the car.

Before he can drive off, he can hear Jason laugh more at his brother, before Dick calls him a fucking tattletale, after which they can hear Jason shriek: “No! Don’t you fucking dare. No, no. Dickface!” before there is a shriek, followed a crash and the sound of a scuffle.

At that point Bruce planks the gas and they shoot out of the Cave. Cautiously Clark leans over and asks: “Is Jason going to be okay?”

“Oh, yeah, he’s going to be fine,” Bruce assures him. “They get a lot rougher when they’re all there. This is mild stuff honestly.”

“I can imagine. A lot of youngings can become a full house,” Diana says politely.

“How many kids to you have anyway?” Hal asks.

“Depends on how you count,” he shrugs.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Hal shrieks.

Deciding it’s a little funny how shocked they are, Bruce explains in detail: “Well, only Damian, the current Robin is mine biologically. I’ve adopted Dick and Jason, who you just met, as well as Tim, who is Red Robin and Cass, who is Black Bat. Then Duke is my ward. Steph, you know her as Spoiler, says she isn’t my kid, but I pay for her college and she eats my food. And Barbara, Luke, Harper and Cullen aren’t mine technically, but I still look out for them.”

“Fucking hell, Batman, at this point you have so many secrets from us, it’s like I don’t even know you. You could tell me that the T-rex eats intruders and I’d believe you,” Hal whistles.

Just to fuck with him, Bruce says: “He does,” then refuses to comment further until they’re there and have to leave the Batmobile to be the professional Justice League again.

Wanting to avoid the talk as long as possible, he slips out the moment he can. At home, Jason has convinced Alfred to make more cookies, which have lured in more of his brood. They’re all waiting when he comes in.

He is greeted loudly by Steph, who exclaims: “I can’t believe I did so much for your story and I wasn’t even there when they found out! This is so rude. I had to experience it second hand. Next time we’re fucking with people I demand to be involved in the solution.”

“I already told you, it was an accident,” Dick whines.

That sets off more squabbles, none of them actually caring about Bruce’s input, so he just stands off to the side. He nibbles on a cookie as he watches his kids fondly.

Next meeting he’ll have to face the music, get laughed at a little by the others and feel the embarrassment of letting it get so far.

Still, in his defense, he could have never known how far out of hand it all got when he started it in a fit of paranoia. And, despite the humiliation, he can’t be too mad. It only grew to what it is now, because of his family. He can live with all of it if he has his family.

[aviolettrose]

So I once posted an idea about the Arkham Knight timeline, and I have another idea for it

(Triggerwarnings for mentioned SA, vomit and things you shouldn't do with it, and torture)

(It will get dark, I'm not going into detail but the stuff is still dark)

(please look out for your own safety and scroll further as soon as you get uncomfortable)

Bruce rescues Jason after locking the Joker up into Blackgate.

The Joker taunted that B's little bird doesn't scream like he used to, and Bruce just freezes and goes to Arkham where he finds Jason completely injured and unresponsive.

Bruce brings Jason to the Justice League Station (because he doesn't trust anyone else more with his son at the moment), and there he gets the needed medical attention.

Jason needs a wheelchair, he can't use his hands properly (he also has different kind of injuries), and he doesn't really talk to anyone (only to:

-Diana, because she was his childhood hero and she's the only thing that never changed in his entire life;

- Barbara, because it's his fault she is in a wheelchair she was the first person that he trusted when he moved into the manor (because she's a woman and he only trusted women back than due to trauma he got by men in Crime Alley) and it greated an special bond between them;

and

- Alfred because it's Alfred).

The younger members try to get him to talk but Jason looks at them empty as if he doesn't really believe that they're there with him and it freaks them out.

Jason can't really eat. After just eating either rotten food or living things (like mice), his gut can't keep normal food in (it's normal actually, when the gut gets only weird things or nothing, it needs time to accept normal food, that's why you have to eat light food at first like chicken, rice and so on).

Dick and his team (either the Titans or the young justice team, whoever you prefer, tbh) tried to eat with him once, but Jason threw up into the trashbin. He was only able to because Dick saw that something was wrong and caught on, on time, and held the bin.

(Jason had a panic attack afterward because he thought that they're going to force him to eat it, like they did)

Then Dinah tries a therapy session, but he just looks her deep in the eyes and says , "The last therapist I saw graped me. Are you going to grape me too?"

Dinah tries to gain his trust by saying stuff like, "I would never do something, you don't want to. If you want, I can talk to Diana and ask her if she can be with us as your support. Do you rather wanna talk to her instead of me? "

However Jason just replies,

"If I ask you to kill me and to finally release me from my pain, would you do it?"

And Dinah just excuses herself, and as she leaves the room, because tears threaten to come out of her eyes and she can't cry in front of a patient.

(She cries because Jason is a child, let's say about 14 or 15, he came to Arkham when he was 13, and he shouldn't ask people to k¡ll him)

(Jason also leaves the room after her because he knew that she was lying and wouldn't help him. No one wants to help him)

Clark once wanted to help him with his physiotherapy, and Jason just started to scream at him that he should leave, but Clark didn't leave, so Jason started to crush this man's mentality with question.

"Why won't you leave me alone?! Did you enjoy it so much to hear me suffer that you want an encore?"

"Did you like the way I threw the rotten food up? Or how they fed me with rats and cockroaches?"

"Did you enjoy it to hear me scream when he pulled out my nails?"

"Did you enjoy it to hear me getting waterboarded and electrocuted?"

"Did you enjoyed my screams when they graped me? I bet it get you off. Did you listened to me getting g@ng graped while you slept with your wife?"

And Clark Kent, Superman himself, started to cry, knelt down on his knees and started to apologize to Jason, (who sat in his wheelchair and just looked at him with so, so, so much hate) telling him that he hadn't heard him the whole time and that if he did he would have been the first person to show up to help.

But he wasn't the one who showed up and rescued him.

It was his dad

Bruce

Batman.

He doesn't know how to feel about Bruce. Yes, he rescued him, but he is also the reason he was there, but he replaced him after three months, as if he meant nothing.

Jason hates Tim.

He calls Tim pretender and taunts him every time he sees him.

"Do you really believe that you're soo much better than me?"

"It's just a question of time when he replaces you, like he did with Dickiebird and me."

"You're nothing special."

(In reality, he tries to get Tim to quit so he doesn't end up like Jason)

(And it hits Tim really hard because he admires Jason, and Tim tried to tell Jason that if he wants Robin back, he can, but Jason just scoffs because no one should be Robin. Robin died in Arkham, and that's it.)

(Here's a list of all the torture that happened, I got it sent by @caramel----comforter (<3), so please look take a look by both blogs if you've time)