#killing bruce wyane

[mang0ming0]

sorry for reblogging hal jordan things withuot mentionign b**** w****. it will happen again

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Cave boy Danny just casually mentioning things that correspond with Bruce, like the time he stole an experimental power suit and shot a god corresponding with Bruce shooting Darkseid or the Infi-map being like the time Bruce was lost in the time stream, and the bats wondering how this kid can remain a civilian

Danny tried his best to not blink too quickly, as it may cause the stranger to shoot him. He honestly has no idea how he ended up here, but somehow, he was taken hostage alongside a bus full of people on his way to buy some chips.

He got tired of Alfred's instance to ban all junk food from the manor and had snuck out while the Wyanes had been busy going over plans for some big showdown with a guy named Scarecrow.

Danny doesn't know who that is and doesn't care to find out. The less he knows, the less likely he will have to deal with rouge. He's on vacation, dang it.

Or he was until the bus was taken over by a group of men wearing gas masks. They forced their way onto the bus when they stopped for some passengers, forcing the driver at gunpoint to drive them off course, and now they were heading to a wear house. People were crying, but Danny felt like screaming.

He just wanted spicy chips, and- maybe if he had the time- he would swing by the old junkyard to find a steering wheel for his ship! Fenton luck strikes again, it seemed.

"I wouldn't be so smug, Kane," One of the people in a gas mask shouts at him. He blinks up at the woman pointing her gun at his head but scoffs at her stance. His mother would throw a fit if Danny or Jazz ever placed their feet so off balance like that while wielding a weapon. "Once Dr.Crane is done with you-"

"I'm sorry did you just threaten me with myself?" Danny cuts her off. She pauses seemingly thrown before she sputters.

"No- not Kane, Crane."

He blinks at her. "You just said the same thing"

"C-R-A-N-E." She spells in a huff.

"Ohhhhh. Sorry, the mask makes it hard to understand you. Okay, so where were you? Dr. Crane is going to do what with me-?" Danny asks, leaning back in his seat, and waving his hand at her.

There is a moment of silence before she hits him across the face with her gun. "Don't you mock me!"

"Ow." He deadpans, rubbing at his cheek, and wonders if it was supposed to hurt. His healing had vanished the pain before her gun left his skin. "I thought we were having a conversation, but forgive me, I had no idea you had an inferiority complex and assumed everyone was mocking you. Let me guess, no one has ever told you they are proud of you, and now you are defensive of every action you take because-"

"Shut up!" His voice wobbles and Danny knows he hit the nail on the head.

"Does it keep you up at night? Does it freak you out that everyone can see your issues on your face as bright as day? I bet it does it. Bet it causes you to cry like a sad little confused kid who still can't figure out how to ask for help." He doesn't mock. He states it as fact because that is what it was. Fact. She does break down about it; he can tell by her reaction, and his tone makes it all the harder to swallow.

"I'll kill you!"

"Do it." He smiles. "Saves me from your boss. But will that keep you safe? Let's find out! How long will it be before he breaks you down? Ten, maybe fifteen minutes? And he will break you; you know he will. He's already halfway there."

"I-" She stumbles away from him. He doesn't have to see her face to know it's gone pale. Ha.

One of her crew hits her shoulder, having heard him speaking while the rest of the bus stares. "Stop letting him into your head!"

"Oh, what's your name?" Danny asks, blinking his large blue eyes at the man, watching his body language for clues. His eyes zero in on three belts and how they all match up at the buckle despite the fact that they are stacked on top of each other. Didn't Jazz once say that a belt with that much control hinted about attention to detail?

Hmm.

"Is the plan falling apart- can you not control it? The way life just moves on without you and that freaks you out doesn't it. The lake of control?" He asks, and the man jerks back. Bingo.

"Holy shit," A teenager whispers in the back horrified. "It's Dr. Crane jr."

"No, that's the Rabid Dog," Another answer. "Heard he made three elites cry after talking to him for more than ten minutes."

Danny is about to open his mouth when suddenly Robin crashes through the front window. Rude. There is glass everywhere now.

Hours later, Alfred franticly checks him over for injuries while the rest are freaking out. Apparently, they had feared to find Danny screaming from terrible visions but instead found him mentally breaking the hired goons with Jazz's training. "It's not like they did anything. I had a harder time stealing a super suit than those fruitloops-"

"You stole a what?" Tim cuts him off, eyes narrowed. Danny shrugs.

"I mean, haven't we all stolen a super suit?"

"Literally, no one here has done that," Steph tells him, and Danny tilts his head.

"You guys must have had boring childhoods. Surely you at least tried to organize your school into a battle-ready militia? No one can finish school without doing that at least once."

Dick raises a hand. "Brucie, how common is this in your world? Because that's alarming."

"All the kids at my school do that. My graduating class has done it three different times back in freshmen year." He shrugs. Cass makes a strange noise in the back of her throat.

"Not a lie. Brucie is strange," She tells the group, and everyone stares in bewilderment at the boy sitting on the medical table, even Bruce.

Danny smiles at them sweetly like he would at Vlad when the fruitloop is over, and he gets his parents to throw him out sooner than he wants to leave. It curves with just the right amount of innocence and mischievous nature that no one can tell if it's a positive or deadly expression.

"You are from a war-torn world?" Damian inquires, fingers under his chin with a frown. "How are you so carefree?"

"Oh no, we haven't had a war in about- eh fifty years? Give or take." He answers and once again Cass confirms the truth of his words.

This does nothing to settle their nerves.

"Every day I learn more about teenage Bruce, and every day I am more unsettled," Jason announces, and the rest of the Bats nod. Danny's smile turns broader and softer. It makes him more attractive but unsettling in a way.

Alfred sighs with a fond smile. "Oh, the memories. Master Bruce used to smile at his dates in the same way. I can picture him taking that sweet girl to the movies as if though it was yesterday."

"Bruce, how in the world did you get people to date you? That's creepy as hell. " Dick accuses the man who only shrugs.

"Oliver once told me it was part of the thrill. The idea that I could kill them."

"Why!?"

"I wish I knew chum."

Danny slips the control into his sleeve- he will rip it apart later for the Bluetooth piece. He will wait till the Waynes are too busy with Bruce's old stories about his first few dates to take apart the fear gas bomb he took from the woman earlier today. Could he use it as a fuel?

He'll have to do some tests.

[redheadjustin]

Hope you are having a good day/night?

Imagine if Joker took DNA from Jason during the time he had captured him and used it to create a child, whom he raises to be his predecessor. Now what happeneds when Jason finds out he has a son? And not only that he's being raised by the man who tortured and killed him! (Maybe even a lil batfam/Bruce to help out Jason deal with everything) and what if he is around the same age as when Jason died?

It was a dark and gloomy night in Gotham which was nothing unusual. It was even darker around Wyane manor. A young man in his early twenties walked in the main doors of the impressive estate. He had a military haircut with a white stripe in his hair. And a jagged scar that started on the left side of his lips all the way to the crown of his head. This man was Jason Todd, and he was grumpy as usual. He was called to the batcave when he’d rather be sleeping. Jason had just gotten back to Gotham after an undercover mission in Scotland. The brute of the man dragged his tired body through the main entryway of the manor and to Bruce’s downstairs study. All the while Jason had to fight off memories. These were good memories. But, Jason was far too tired to allow himself to reminisce. Even in the good ones. Once Jason reached the downstairs study it was automatic, reaching for the switch that opened the fake bookcase and revealed the elevator.

Jason had a half smile on his face as he stepped into the elevator. The door closed and his destination had been set all before Jason could turn around to face the elevator. The elevator was slower than usual. Jason tried to keep his eyes open. But his exhaustion won out for a few seconds and his eyes closed. And flashes of memories filled Jason’s mind. A blonde woman, his Robin suit, a crowbar, blood, a bomb, him trying to escape, resignation to dying, green liquid, his eyes opening, rage, Talia, Bruce, JOKER, that laugh, his gun pointed at the bastard, Bruce forgiving him, welcoming him back to the family. Jason is pulled out of his memories by the soft chime of the elevator. Jason shakes his head and walks out of the elevator. And Jason’s smile is back. He’d always loved the batcave. The trophies, the training area and most of all the quiet. It was a place for Jason to clear his head. Especially once he came back from the dead. It seemed ever since his dip in the pit Jason had a lot of anger and thoughts floating into his head at all hours of the day. The only time his head was clear was during petrol. And it was something Jason needed a lot these days.

“Jason.” Jason looks up at the call of his voice. It was his older brother, Dick Grayson. Jason’s legs were moving to his brother without him thinking about it. “Thanks for coming, little wing.” Dick says with his trademark grin and slinging an arm around Jason’s shoulder. Jason lets a snort out, “when Bruce texts me saying ‘batcave now’ i don't exactly have a choice.” It sounded resentful but Dick knew that it was a joke. Dick, Barbra, Jason and Tim all make jokes on how they all drop everything when Burce asks for them. “No, no you didn’t. But tonight it was really important. And you came. I’ll let the old man explain but, the WHOLE family is here.” Dick says as he leads Jason towards the batcomputer. “Wait, the WHOLE family?” Jason asked, alarm suddenly growing in his stomach. Dick didn’t respond and instead kept walking and soon Jason could see the ENTIRE bat family. Burce, Alfred, Barbra, Tim, Damian, Stephine, Cassandra, Duke, Luke, Kate and Selina were all gathered around the bat computer. This was big.

At Dick’s footsteps Burce turns and once he sees Jason a small smile finds its way on the face of the Dark knight. “Thank you for coming, Jason. I know you just got back from overseas and must be tired. But, this takes priority.” Burce says as he raises from his chair. And for a second Jason thought he was 11 again first meeting him. But he's not. And this is more serious than Jason was used to. Not to say that the stuff the family usually deals with isn’t serious, it is, but for some reason when he was Robin things were more fun. And less about trying to save the world and just protect Gotham.

“I’ll get straight to business because this involves the entire family and then me and the others will cover your beat.” Burce started as he sat back into his chair and hit a button and the face Jason still sees in his nightmares, Joker. “About two nights ago Joker was reported missing from Aharkham. Harely was covering for him and his son.” The last word sent a chill down Jason’s spine and he doesn’t know why. He wanted to interrupt but he knew Bruce would explain. “During your flight from Europe, Joker attacked. When we arrived on scene there was a boy about 14 with green hair but normal skin and eyes. Once he saw us he surrendered instantly. He claimed to be your son instead of Joker’s. We took a field DNA sample. Alfred confirmed his relation to you. We immediately brought him back to the cave and we examined the thumb drive he gave us. Joker took your DNA right before he killed you.” Burce finished as he stood and looked into Jason’s eyes. Jason knew. He knew. There was no doubt, he had a son.

“Jason.” Burce said in a soft voice. Jason couldn’t look away. He was a father. And his son was raised by the mam- MONSTER who killed him and is the reason he's much more buff than before. “This is a shock. I understand how you feel.” Bruce did understand just a few years back, Damian joined the family. But this is not as “pure” intentioned. A madman took his DNA to make a son. HIS son and raise it to be like him. Jaon was ferrous. He wanted to kill Joker more than he ever wanted before. “But, right now there is a 14 year old boy in the gymnastics room. And he wants to meet you.”

And with that Jason is moving towards the gymnastics room. He can hear someone call out to him but he doesn’t care. His son needs him. And that’s all that deserves his attention. Soon Jason is walking into the room. He can see his son flipping like Dick does. The green hair sticks out like a sore thumb. Jason knows hair dye from a mile away. If his son wants to continue to dye it Jason will let him. Jason watches with a proud smile as his son dismounts and sticks the landing and Jason can’t stop himself from clapping.

“Nice dismount. Almost as good as Uncle Dick.” Jason said with a smile. The second the words left Jason’s mouth the boy’s head snapped over and if Jason doubted he had a son looking into the boy’s eyes told him everything he needed to know. The boy, already having tears in his eyes Ran to his father and Jason caught him. The hug was tight and filled with love. “It’s okay baby hood. Daddy’s got you.” and while it might be weird to say that to a teenager Jason had missed almost all of his son's life so far, so for Jason he is daddy. “It’s okay bud, I got you. I got you. ”

[bad4amficideas]

Ok I wacth false point not to long ago

And it got me thinking.

What would thoams wyan father of Bruce and the bat reader think when he hears about the reader and the thoams version seeing his little girl and Bruce at the same time

I'm posting random drafts. incomplete. And so. English with translator. I suppect this maybe even double posted. Uhm. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Notice when I was writing this centuries ago I was hormonal. But I said don't edit, and I won't edit.

On Earth-1T8 Flashpoint?

Ooooh, interesting. My favourite DC animated movie until the moment!! (well, one with Damian and "apokalipsis now" goes second because, DAMIAN and Raven both for ME! And Constantine. And Robot!Diana and Tortured!Batman and...) I find it sexy that Diana killed Mera. Pointless, but sexy. Kaldur is also super hot in Flashpoint. You can tell I have a problem when I go minute by minute checking his micro-appearance. Ohh, and Grifter. *drool*

Anyway, Earth-1T8!Thomas would be super happy to have both children alive and would have a lot of questions for them. The two most important: are you happy? and are you siblings? (he would love it, his ideal life) he would assume they come from the same universe, but if it's Earth-1T8, obviously Batman comes from somewhere else.

Let's says, considering that he was half yandere when gots Reader, capable and he kidnaps them both even though his world sucks and thus he reforms his happy family where no one has lost anyone (because obviously, the rest of the batfam of both bats is for decoration, and Alfred, Thomas?)... because in this Flashpoint if Bruce died at birth, the death that made Martha become the Joker was Y/N's, gasp! She couldn't handle the second loss (surely Y/N did somwthing like sacrifice themselves for their new parents or butterfly effect x2)

And the guy is still rich. He would just have to "dress up" a bit. Like that Peter in the Spiderverse. Post-traumatic stress and that. Who knows, maybe what the world of Flashpoint has really needed all this time was a Batman who would engage with the world and not just with Gotham (and well, Superman, obviously).

I also think, I'm sorry, if Bats were a girl I would be a bit macho about it - my girl can't be fighting - But overall I would be proud, if very sad, of what his children have become. Obviously, like every -good- father, he wanted something calmer and happier for both of them.

[afro-hispwriter]

Future(Pattinson!Bruce Wayne)

Bruce Wyane x Black!Catwoman!Reader

The Batman

a/n- i was scrolling through TikTok and i saw a snippet of the comic “Catwoman 80th Celebration“ and ingot inspired by the certain part that was poste. And for this im putting Bruce and Reader at at least in their early 30’s and married.

warnings- language, sickness, throwing up, slight angst

-

The bathroom was your best friend at the moment. You were haunched over the toilet, emptying your insides.

"Shit." You groan and lean against the wall. You started to doze off against the wall when a loud knock came to the bathroom door.

"Y/n!?" You hear bruce on the other side of the door.

"Are you ok? You've been in there for a while." You leaned over and flushed the toilet before standing up and opening the door.

"Ya, Bruce I'm ok." Bruce looked at you suspiciously but decided not to pry.

"Alfred has breakfast set up." He says and you nod.

"Ok, let me brush my teeth and get ready so we can go on patrol after." You say and before Bruce could even answer. You shut the door and locked it. You turned and faced the mirror and ripped the bonnet off your head revealing your baby hairs. You were extremely tired so all you did was throw your braids into a bun and walked out of the bathroom.

Bruce was sitting at the huge dining table wondering where you were. He saw you out of the corner of his eyes and looked up.

"Great I'm starving." He says and immediately starts throwing together his plate.

You and Bruce haven't been married for long. Only 3 years, but had been dating for 8 years prior. It took Bruce years to warm up to you, to talk even. It has always been the two of you and Alfred. But maybe it was time to expand.

"Bruce. Can I ask you something?" You ask him as you begin preparing your own plate.

"Go ahead." You smiled and wiped your hands on your thighs.

"Have you ever thought of expanding our family?" Bruce immediately stops eating and looks at you. He knows what you mean by that. But he just can't, not now.

"What like a dog?" He asks acting clueless. You could tell he was evading your question.

"Bruce, you know what I mean."

"Y/n." He starts and sets his fork down. "We can't, you know we can't. Not with what we do."

"I know but what if I stop and stay home."

"Y/n it won't matter, we have the enemies. Not just as Batman and Catwoman, we have enemies as Bruce and Y/n Wayne." Bruce slid out of his chair and dragged his plate closer to you. He grabbed your hands with his and kissed them. You looked down at your lap when Bruce kissed your cheek.

"Hey, I'm not saying we cant at all. Just not now, in the future when Gotham is safe."

"Safe?" You scoff. "When will that be? 15-20 years, when I can't have kids anymore?" You pulled your hands away from him and he groaned in frustration and turned back to his plate, as did you.

-

After breakfast was over, you had stormed off with tears running down your face. You passed Alfred and the way you entered your and Bruce's room and slammed the door. Alfred sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He approached Bruce who sat there in silence.

"What happened?" He asks and takes a seat next to him.

"She wants a kid." Says Bruce and takes a sip of juice.

"Well, that's great news, right?"

"No, it's not, she doesn't understand that we have a life that isn't safe or live in a city that isn't safe. What if the kid gets taken, or fuck, killed." Alfred stayed silent and let Bruce rant to him. "And it may not even be from that, what if she has a miscarriage, what if that miscarriage takes both of them. Or something happens to her, anything." Alfred thought for a minute before setting a hand on Bruce's shoulder.

"Bruce, these are all the worries any parent has, and that's ok." Bruce thought for a moment before standing up.

"I'm going on patrol." He says and starts to make his way to the elevator.

"Bruce." Calls Alfred from behind him. "Talk to her, really."

"I'll try."

-

Bruce had suited up and was waiting for you.

"Let's get this over with." He hears you say and he sees you walking towards him in your tight suit. He unlocks the charger and you both slide in.

"Y/n I-." He starts but you raised your hand.

"Don't not now please." Bruce stayed silent and began speeding off through the streets of Gotham. He drove into an alley and parked the car.

"Let's go up top." He says and you nod. As you climbed up the stairs you suddenly felt very out of breath.

Come on. Not now.

You made it to the top when you haunched over on your knees.

"Do we need to go back?" Bruce placed a hand on your lower back.

"No, no I just-." You felt bile go up to your throat and you slapped a hand on your mouth. "I'm going to throw up." You started taking deep breaths, as you hated throwing up.

"Shit I have a Batbucket in the car." He says and you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What?"

"It's just a bucket with a bat on it..." He jokes and you want to laugh but you just couldn't.

"Not the time Batty."

"Sorry, I'm just trying to help." After he said that you launched forward and heard the splash hit the roof. Bruce Immediately came to your aid and took the cat mask off and held your braids back. "That's it I'm taking you back."

"But patrol-."

"It can wait." He says and picks you up bridal style.

He carefully went down the building and opened the door to the car. He placed you down in the passenger seat and drew the seatbelt out and locked it(he doesn't even wear a seatbelt himself). Bruce slid into the driver's seat and immediately took his helmet off, since the car is so dark and tinted, no one was going to be able to see inside.

"Tell me what's going on, you've been throwing up for weeks, and every time I try and ask you what's wrong you just ignore me." Bruce was trying not to get frustrated but you saw him grip the steering wheel.

"Bruce can we just go back." You groaned and held your stomach.

"No, we're not leaving until you tell me." He saw you place a hand back on your mouth and he turned back to the back of the car and grabbed a bucket. He handed it to you and you rolled your eyes and swallowed.

"Huh, you actually have a bucket with a bat on it." You laugh but wince at a sudden headache. Bruce took his right glove off and placed a hand on your forehead.

"You don't feel hot."

"Bruce I'm-." You started but you dug your face in the bucket and heard the liquid hit the bucket.

"Do not say you're ok because you-"

"I'm pregnant." You cut him off. Bruce slowly takes the information in and leans deep into his seat and starts the car.

The drive home was silent. Bruce needed to get you home, and maybe to a hospital. His hands were shaking, he still couldn't believe it. But he was blind, you showed all the symptoms of pregnancy. Once he pulled into the cave and parked the car, you immediately opened the door and climbed out, bucket in hand.

"Y/n can we talk about this?" Bruce calls for you and you bear the heavy footsteps behind you.

"This isn't how I wanted you to find out." You say and head towards the elevator.

"Was I ever going to find out?" He grabs your arm gently and tugs you back. He wanted you to answer but you stayed silent. "Wait is that why you wanted to know what I thought about kids?"

"Yes, I wanted to know how you felt about it." You clicked the button of the elevator and watched it open. You entered and so did Bruce.

"Would you have told me if I said how great it would be to have a kid now?"

"Yes." Bruce sighed and leaned against the wall.

"But I didn't, so what are you going to do?" He points at your belly and you hung your head low.

"I was going to make an appointment." You say and Bruce straightens up. He knew what you meant by an appointment and it made him feel a pang in his heart.

"Bruce you're right. This city this world isn't safe for a kid, maybe in a few years we can just adopt." The elevator dinged and opened its doors. "I'm going to go shower."

-

The hot water felt amazing on your skin. You brushed your teeth again for what it felt like the hundredth time. Bruce has shredded his Bat-suit and threw it on the bed. He opened the door to the bathroom and saw the catsuit on the ground. He took his boxers off and opened the shower door. You jumped when you felt his hand caress your back.

"It's just me." Bruce wraps his arms around your body and you turn around and look up at him. You could see the eyeshadow slowly roll down his cheeks as the water hit him. "I want this." Bruce kisses the top of your head and you wrap your arms around his torso.

"Alfred helped me see something, all these worries I have, happens to anybody. I shouldn't have thought about myself only, this is your life too."

"Are you sure?" Bruce lays his cheek against your head and nods.

"Ya, I do and baby I'm sorry if I made you feel bad in any way."

"Is Bruce Wayne... apologizing?" You joke and he chucked and presses his forehead against yours.

"Ya, ya."

"So we're going to do this?" Bruce separated from you and slowly and carefully, got down on his knees. He wrapped his hands around your waist and kissed your belly.

"Guess we are."

-

9 months.

9 months of pain and happiness.

But now, your little girl was born. You and Bruce had agreed to keep the pregnancy a secret, you don't go out much anyway. But just a month ago they saw you leaving the hospital after a check-up and the news and rumors began. But you and Bruce forgot all about it.

"She's beautiful." You say and Bruce kisses your hairline. Her light brown skin shined under the lighting. Bruce had tears running down his face.

He never thought he would get to experience this moment.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. What name were we thinking so we can write it here on the tag." A nurse asks, smiling at the two of you. Bruce leans down and kisses his newborn's head before turning to the nurse.

"Helena. Helena Wayne."

-

A/n- this is my first time writing for Bruce. I do plan to write more for him.

[wife-of-magic-monkeys]

Joker kidnapped the baby Reader

Joker haha finally I have the power

Red hood shots him in the legs

Bring baby Reader home

and has her for 4 months so far

Phone Rings

Red hood: hello this is red hood the father of a pure baby

Bruce: JASON BRING BACK MY BABY AND YOUR SISTER HOME NOW!!!

Jason : mmm I don't know who you talking about I have a daughter ain't that right ( y/n)

Baby reader: dada

Bruce hears this and gose nuts

Jason's tod wyan bring her home I been to looking for her snice she was taken from daycare

Jason and I had her snice joker took her and I shot him in the ass and legs cuz I don't kill in front of my daughter bye oh and ( y/n) say bye bye to mean bat

Reader bye bye

Hung up on bruce

Jason's Mt little girl I All way's thought of you as my sister and daughter

Kiss the reader face happy

Meanwhile Bruce planing to get his daughter back and crying he miss her frist and second word

Batman I am going to get her back but frist the clown get his ass whop

[sarahsartistportfolio]

OK non spoilers

HOLY SHIT MAN the last like 15 minitues of the movie that scene THAT SCENE you know the one I’m talking! That’s when I knew! They get it! The directors, the writers. THEY GET BATMAN That’s who batman is!!!! Literally almost had me crying in the theater

Please please please go see it. Its worth the absurd movie ticket prices and 3 hours

If you love comic book batman this movie is faithful to that characterization

Also! I did not know the Snyder verse is still continuing. Black Adam, Aquaman sequel, Flash in flashpoint. Honestly could not care less. lol I’m done with those movies. I don’t recognize those versions of the characters.

I only hope the higher ups see how much people love this Batman and will make a superman movie faithful to the comics now

now spoilers

 in case it wasn’t clear enough I almost cried when Batman held up that flare and was literally a LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS HOPE FOR GOTHAM 😭❤😭❤😭😭 THAT’S WHO BATMAN IS!!!!! THAT’S MY FUCKING BATMAN THE MOVIE LITTERALY ENDED WITH HIM HELPING PEOPLE

I’m also glad no one major died I really thought Alred was dead but thank god no this Bruce has been through eenough

 I love this Batman doesn’t kill. Please directors stop making batman kill. Just stop it. It isnt Batman that’s not who he is read a fucking comic!

I love the batsuit being just bullet proof. my eyes were glued to the screen every fight scene

There is also no scene of the Wyanes murder. I really appreciate that.

[makeup-wonder-woman]

We Meet Again

Prompt: Can you do a Damian fix because he needs to have a soul mate au because he barely has any soul mate has and your Jason Todd one is awesomely written. Thanks

tags: @3alexandramartinez3

-I think I’m going to use Damian as the tattoo soulmate AU where they get a tattoo that symbolizes your soulmate, which appears when you are sixteen, similar to Jason’s AU, but slightly different. Probably won’t do the next chapter until Jason’s is finished!

Pairing: Older!Damian Wayne X Reader

Word count: 900

You had known your soulmate since birth, not that they were going to be your soulmate of course. Because that wasn’t revealed to oneself usually at sixteen. But you had known them since birth. Growing up in the League of Assassins with the Demon leading you, you were not surprised when Damian Wayne was taken away by his mother to his father after the demon had fallen. Even less so when the League had fallen not long after. It had only been a few months of hiding, but once Talia had asked you to return you did. Up to some monastery, you could not be there for her when she was captured by Deathstroke, nor when she made an attack on Gotham. But you could be there to help her escape from prison, and take her to the next monastery. you had done one or two assassinations while she was away, either per her orders or one of the other heads. You also did a few for cash when she was in prison.

Talia never asked about you tattoo, and for that you were grateful. It might have been because she no longer trusted in soulmates. It was known throughout the league that Talia had cut her soulmate tattoo out when she was sixteen, after her soulmate betrayed her and Ra’s in an attempt to seize power. Her tattoo had been one of his scars, his tattoo had been of a green snake that matched the shade of her eyes. They had felt that connection, had schemed together, but Talia had remained loyal to her father, not her soulmate.

Only Ra’s Al Gual had known your tattoo, because he had injected you with a serum to make it appear for a moment on your tenth birthday. As he does with almost all apprentices and assassins in the League. The moment that you saw it on your shoulder you had killed the handmaiden that had been bathing you and reported it to him. He told you to keep it a secret, and you swore to, even upon death. It had faded the next morning and repaired in the same spot and had the same design on your Sixteenth birthday a few months ago.

You covered it, never letting anyone see, if they did you killed them. However, Talia’s curiosity had gotten the better of her one day,“Y/N” You strode forward and bowed before her after she called. “I will not ask you to disrobe, because my father told me that your soulmate tattoo was in a very interment place. however, will you tell me what it is? Lie and you shall die.”  You had lied to Talia, saying that the tattoo on your shoulder was of a krestal, and she nodded, “Good. Just like my father said. Now that I know you have truly been faithful for all these years, my son has recently turned sixteen and he still defies me and sides with his father. I need you to kill him, and if he has found them, I need you to kill his soulmate. You have till the end of the week.”

You bowed and said quietly, “Yes, my lady. It shall be done.”

You had left for Gotham that night, intent on killing him. Killing your soulmate.

What you were not prepared for, was the Wayne’s defense system and an apparent early warning. The defense system took you longer than you anticipated to get through, however you weren’t too discouraged as you had made it to Gotham in record time. if you finished and left the city tonight you would be back to the League before the end of the deadline. but somehow, they had know that you, Kiran -nicknamed for with your killer spool of titanium( and several other metals) thread- were coming. You had thought you had kept into an empty house and had set up a few traps with your nearly invisible thread, and lay in wait. Only to be knocked off of your perch and into one for your traps- cutting into your jacket. you were on your feet and prepared to stop Robin’s next attack with his katakana with your own knife. You leapt away out of range and ripped you jacket sleeve off of your arm, throwing it to the floor. the lights flickered on and your outs set into a grim line.

Robin took a step back, slightly shocked, “Y/N?”

You took a step back as Batman, Bruce Wyane, Damian’s father appeared from one of the other banisters, “Robin, are you alright?”

“Yes father.” Your soulmate immediately replied, he glanced back over to you, “Did my mother send you?”

You grit your teeth before nodded. Batman stepped in front of his son, “Leave Y/N, Kiran, whatever you awnser to-” You noticed that the other members of the Batfamily- as well as Damian’s pets- appeared and surrounded you. “- you are outmatched.”

You glanced at all of them, before you knelt and set all of your spools of thread in front of them. “I surrender.”

Robin strode forward, grabbing your arm rather roughly, “Why?”

You looked him straight in the eyes, revealing your tattoo, a robin in flight with the shadow of a bat. “Because you are my soulmate Damian Wayne, son of Batman and grandson of the Demon, Ra’s Al Gual, who asked me to be loyal to you, not your mother, the league or even him. And I will not break my oath.”

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Cave boy Danny. What if he offhandedly mentions his parents being THERE (as in not dead) and being Doctors (not the same kind of doctors Bruce's parents are) and things like that and doesn't realize that the batfam starts thinking that this? This is what's different with this Bruce. He didn't lose his parents and thus does not grow up wanting vengeance, and his parents are similar in personalities but in a different field!

Now Danny is still as casual young Bruce as ever but the others are just freeking out around him.

Things are strange for a while. Danny knows that his actions have caused the Waynes to be....wary around him. Even Jason- who honestly threw a whole ass parade for Gotham in celebration of Joker's death- seemed to be tense around him.

Danny can't really say he blames them. He still doesn't know why Phantom reacted the way it did- a bit alarming. His ghost side marked Joker as a threat from the moment it laid eyes on him- a threat that could not and would not be reasoned with.

His ghost -half attacked, knowing that Joker's existence threatened his core. A core that was created from the desire to keep his friends safe at the moment of his death. (He had known he would die the moment the portal's electricity hit him- and Danny had not been mournful of his end but rather horrified that Tucker or Sam could have followed him to the afterlife. His last thought as a human was Please let me live long enough to keep them safe.)

Never has that happened before- not even when faced with Vlad or Dan. It was strange to watch Phantom attack and not be in equal amounts of control within his body.

Phantom has always felt a part of him but also not. Danny had once tried to explain it to Jaz, only to end up frustrated when she tried to paint Phantom as a different personality that shared the mind-space with Danny.

Danny knows Phantom isn't like that.

He's not another person- Phantom is Danny in the same sense that Danny is alive but dead. For the same reason, Danny is the flipped color scheme of Phantom. They are one, just viewed differently.

Or maybe they saw the world differently?

It's hard to say and even harder to put into words.

The closest Danny could come to explain was an example Tucker gave him. Someone is the same but acts ultimately differently online, even when they aren't trying to catfish someone.

It's the fact they are behind a screen that gives them just the extra amount of courage. Tuck had said.

Ancients, he misses Tuck. His ship is not ready to venture into his Ghost Zone- hell, if Danny is honest, it's barely able to move. He is trying his best to get it working, but it's slow going. Too slow, even with Wayne's generosity.

"Master Brucie," Alfred started, pausing just within the doorframe of Danny's room until invited in. He does that now, keeping to his manners as though Danny was a guest of the Waynes. Not someone who he can be so familiar with.

It stings to know his killing had lost him the right to be treated as a stranger when Alfred had always treated him as young Bruce Wayne the moment he was found.

"Yes?" He asks, trying to smile. It falls flat, but it's worth the effort.

Alfred's face stays impassive, and Danny tries to tell himself that he doesn't care. He's not a young Bruce Wayne. He wants nothing to do with the Wyanes'.

"There are more gifts for you." The bulter says. "Shall I bring them to your room?"

Danny has received a lot of fan mail since his actions were leaked to the public. Everyone knew that Joker was taken out by Danny Kane. And there wasn't a single person in Gotham who hadn't been hurt or known someone injured by the madman.

He is being praised as a hero.

For murder.

Danny can't find it in himself to feel guilty about it. Joker needed to die. He had too many chances to change, and too many people got hurt.

"That's okay. I'll go downstairs and look through them. I feel like watching a movie anyway." He shrugs his shoulders while strolling to the door in his lazy stride.

Alfred steps out of his way, bowing ever so slightly. "Very good sir."

Sir.

That stings.

Danny doesn't bring it up or mention that Alfred keeps a safe space between them. Not enough that it would be rude, but definitely one of a servant following a master instead of a man who thought him the younger version of his son.

When they arrive at the room, he is surprised to find a white shipping cart filled to the brim with packages and letters waiting for him. Standing beside the cart, flipping through the envelopes, is Tim.

He has yet to see much of Tim. Not since Danny proved his doubts weren't as unfound as Danny actively tried to convince the other teen of.

No time like the present.

"Hey, Tim." He calls just to mentally get the other prepared for his approach. As expected, Tim whips around with a narrow eye-ed glare that does nothing to hide his distaste for Danny. Alfred follows them into the room but stays by the door at an appropriate distance. "Anything good?"

"Good, how?" Tim bites, and Danny fights to not roll his eyes.

"I don't know. Maybe a letter from my mom saying I'm a good boy or another football from dad-"

"I beg your pardon?" Alfred cuts him off- which, okay, that's never happened before. The butler has never overstepped his position- even when they thought him harmless little Brucie- to talk over him.

Danny turns to find the man pasty white, looking both cautiously overjoyed and wishful. "Did you make a joke about your parents, Master Brucie?"

"Ugh, Yeah? Why?"

"Young sir, are- are your parents alive?"

Danny is floored by the choked-up emotion in that one sentence that all he can do is nod. Tim drops the package he was checking over, his jaw slacked, and staring at Danny like having parents was the answer of the universe.

"Thomas and Martha Wayne are alive in your universe.." Tim all but breaths. "They are alive and have more than one kid."

"Why is that a big deal?" Danny asks, unable to himself. "What happened to Bruce's parents here?"

"Master Thomas was a doctor," Alfred says, ignoring Danny's question. But he now hears the answer in the past tense when referring to Bruce's parents. "Is he still in your world?"

"Yes, and so is my mom." PHD doctors, but they don't need to know that.

"That's why you like this." Tim slumps into the chair closest to him. Danny is mightily alarmed that he seems pale now. "That's why you don't know anything about Batman. He was never inspired. You....you really are a civilian."

Danny will deny that he fleed the room when Tim burst into tears till the day he died. He does not look back even when Alfred yells for his return. He has outstayed his welcome.

He slips into his room, grabs anything not nailed down with any form of technology, and then activates his intangibility. He sinks down down, and down, to the caves. He knows where the Bats work, knows where to go from his nights where he tried to work on ship.

He flies in that direction, knowing he will never see the Waynes again. Not after realizing how much pain his lies have unwillingly caused.

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