You, Me, and the Humanity in Between by @jube514
Bruce doesn’t know what’s wrong with his child, but he’s pretty sure kids aren’t meant to work like this.
From the day he had looked up into the tops of the circus tent and saw a frightened mirror image of a boy who had just experienced the worst day of his life, Bruce had instantly gone into emergency mode.
The Gotham PD had wanted to pass the boy off into the care of the circus. The circus had mumbled underneath their breaths about superstitions, about not having a boy like that with them, about not being able to handle something like Dick. So GCPD, not knowing what to do, had started talking about one of the handful of overburdened boy homes that handles a majority of Gotham’s unlucky orphans.
All the while, the camera lights flash bright and loud, wanting to know everything.
Bruce couldn’t let that happen.
Not then, not ever again.
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Bruce is trying his best to protect the city that he loves. He doesn't know how exactly his Robins came to be- they're not fully human, not even at all. All he knows is that he wants to keep them safe. Finished, 65k words.
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Apparently those stories of the storks delivering you children weren’t totally bullshit after all. All you had to do was go out into the world and peel children out of statues. Having sex? who needed it? Bruce was getting kids left and right and all he needed to do was either wait and snatch them up after horrific events or grab them off of rooftops–
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The crowbar comes down again.
Jason can feel himself fading.
Jason wants his brother.
The crowbar comes down again.
Jason wants his dad.
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Batman is too late.
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The remains of Jason’s hand– curled up small fingers looking like flipped over dead bugs and hard as the stone he had come from– won’t take the pearls that Bruce desperately pressed into it.
“Please!” Bruce begs. “Please!”
His mothers pearls sit, shining, perfect, untarnished, in the perfectly still stone hands of his baby boy.
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hey~~~ new chapter new post!!
so, this chapter was short and neat, as what was expected. not too much was learned, generally I'm just amused and depressed simultaneously thank you Yana Toboso. here are a few of my thoughts if you for some reason want them.
not only is this just real depressing and morbid, it also brings to light another possible window into Bards psychy, and while I don't know if this is the correct terms for it, I'm saying "abandonment issues" for now because I'm lacking a better word and a couple minutes of extra research(may edit).
the possibility that he has preestablished [abandonment issues] is something that I'm coining from that alleged flashback bard, or Mr. Burg, had. it's still unclear whether he lied or not, about his wife and child leaving, but I'm choosing to believe in that theory because it could be a decent explanation to what bard is saying in that screencap above.
of course, this is war, so the phrase "don't leave me behind" could be a thing that any desperate and war torn soldier would say. I mean if he didn't have [abandonment issues] before, he probably does now o^o. not to mention that anyone could have left him behind, not just his wife and son as the flashback would suggest.
but, I still think it's something to consider- or that I will consider in the very least.
so yes I am very much on the "that's his child" bandwagon. even if it is lacking in depth in terms of "bard used his own experience in his lie", no one said it had to be complicated. though there are of course many other possibilities and variations, to the story.
alright that wraps up any serious thoughts I had regarding this chapter, let me introduce you to this new idea.
first of all what a dork, so salty, I know he meant it to be degrading to someone like bard but yea I mean burn the gender norms.
I also just love how bard acts so macho now but he knows how cute he is later on. ☆character growth☆. I think this is a good time to mention that I strongly believe that bard would be the type of dad to wear a princess gown with his child to Wal-Mart fight me.
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FINNYYYY
that's a wrap folks, tune in next time to see if the chicken WILL. BE. ROASTED. CORRECTLY. 👏👏👏
great cliff hanger yana, in holding my breath as if I'm at a sports match.
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On today's episode of things to be sad about at 1 AM:
Not having a childhood bestfriend turned sweetheart - the way you meet someone when you're innocent and don't know why the moon follows you but they're still your favourite person in the whole wide world.
The way you fight for small things and make up by giving them a shell you picked up on the trip to the beach. Sharing lunches in middle school and getting into trouble together, sitting hunched over the homework for hours on end only to chat the whole time.
The way you both had a phase where you hated everyone but the other one was still there for you and you figured maybe not everyone is as terrible and maybe, it is worth living after all.
The slow burn realisation that you like them, the heartbreak when they date someone else, the fights because you don't see eye to eye as much because they've a partner now and "everything is not the same at all".
The post breakup shoulder of support for them, the getting to see them become themselves again, to see them grow up into their authentic self and realising that, this just made you like them even more.
Brighter smiles and coffee runs before the finals, spending nights together with them and they realise that you look so peaceful when you're sleeping, the swatting your hand away cause you woke up and realised they were staring, calling you a dork for drooling all over your assignment.
The going to highschool prom together because you don't like anyone as much and a couple is always better than two solos. You are nervous cause "would it look like we're dating or smth" and realising that this moment right here is it, it doesn't matter, it'll all be over after tonight anyways so who cares. Them waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you is all you'd ever need to be happy.
Being nervous throughout the night cause "how did I never realise that they are so amazing and cute and respectful and responsible cause my god's this is f-ing news to me", the getting kinda tipsy on punch and dancing the slow dance with them, both of you looking into each other's eyes and thinking I know everything there is to know about this person and vice versa, except for that one small thing yk where I'm in love with them.
As the final song comes on, both your nerves are on fire. If you don't do it now, you might never be able to do it and that's too big of a risk to take. With every step you take you can feel that tiny voice in your head convincing you not to do it because, "they're your best friend, you can't risk it" with every spin and turn you can feel dizziness taking over you, "but what if they don't like you like that and you lose the best thing you've ever had" the song's gonna end in 45 seconds now, "this is a terrible idea" and, you've had enough of listening now, "it's not! It's how I feel and what says they don't feel the same?", "If they really felt the same, would they not have made a move already?" 30 seconds, "well what if they're too scared to do it? always been a scaredy cat anyways", "they were the one who stood up for you when you couldn't, ofc they would've made a move had they been into you", 20 seconds, "okay, okay I can lean in and if they don't reciprocate i can play it off as a joke. Eh? Sounds like a good plan to me", "might as well shout 'i love you' at the top of your lungs while you're at it huh?" 10 seconds "YK what maybe I will, maybe I will shout it out at the top of my lungs from the stage where everyone can hear me, how's that" 5 seconds "oh no, oh no no no no no no NO!" your eyes meet and you go for it, they take a second to register what's happening but then they lean into it. It feels wonderful. The butterflies, the voice in your head, the dizziness, the music, it has all faded away.
Oh wait! The music? What happened to the music? You turn around to see everyone looking at you both and clapping and you're sure you can see people exchange money in the back, it's all weird and amazing at the same time. (Lmao JK this isn't a Netflix flick. Calm down and look around at the normal teens doing their own shit and puking in the corner because they had too much punch)
But, this will still go down as one of the greatest nights you've ever had second only to the night where you both sneaked out to watch the meteor shower and ended up sleeping with snacks all around you before it even began.
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