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†  the final call : various.

♦ request: yes; the batfam's final voicemail. ♦ beta’d: nope ♦ tw(s): character death. ♦ a/n: i know therapy is expensive and scary, guys - coming from someone with bpd - but, i don't think requesting these things are going to help </3

you wake up to a missed call.

several, actually.

the light from your phone flickers across the dark room, illuminating the time; 4:42 am. you rub the exhaustion from your face, still half-asleep, still adjusting, still unaware of what you’re about to hear.

your phone vibrates again.

and you see it.

voicemails.

your stomach tightens. the weight in your chest presses, heavy, suffocating. something deep in your gut tells you not to press play.

but you do.

and then, their voices fill the silence.

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𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 — [Missed Call: 3:58 AM]

"it’s me."

bruce’s voice is calm. too calm.

"i don’t have much time, so listen carefully. things didn’t go as planned tonight. i took a hit i can’t recover from. i tried, but.."

a pause. a slow, steady breath.

"i won’t make it. i know you. you’re going to blame yourself for not being here. you’re going to replay this over and over, thinking there was something you could’ve done."

his voice wavers, just slightly.

"but there wasn’t. this isn’t your fault. it was never your fault."

a slow inhale.

"i need you to keep going. keep protecting gotham. keep being you. keep… keep living."

his breath catches, but he pushes through it.

"i love you. i always have. and i am so proud of you. you were the best thing to ever happen to me."

the voicemail ends.

𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 — [Missed Call: 2:47 AM]

there’s a sharp breath, a wet, choking cough. the static crackles from a bad connection, but you can still hear the pain laced in every syllable.

"hey, baby. it’s me. should’ve known you’d be asleep. i almost didn’t call. i don’t wanna wake you, y’know? you work too hard. but, uh… i think i messed up this time."

his breath hitches, shaky. the faint rustle of fabric, maybe him trying to sit up. failing.

"i took a bad hit. couldn’t get back to the cave in time. it’s… it’s getting kinda cold out here. listen, sweetheart. i need you to know something.

i love you. god, i love you so much. you always made everything feel… lighter. you were my safe place. my heart.

i just- i wish i had more time.

it’s funny, y’know? all those years flying through gotham, all the close calls, and i still thought- i still thought we’d have more time."

he exhales, slow and shaky.

"…i’ll try to make it back to you. but if i don’t… just know that you were the best thing to ever happen to me."

the voicemail ends.

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝 — [Missed Call: 3:12 AM]

static at first. then, a sharp intake of breath. a hiss.

"shit. why didn’t you pick up?"

there’s movement. a wet, dragging noise. a weak, bitter chuckle follows.

"doesn’t matter. you’re sleeping, aren’t you? god. you always tell me i don’t rest enough, and now look at you, huh? you're missin’ out on all the action."

he groans - low, ragged. pained.

"ah, hell, sweetheart. this isn't good. i’m not- i don’t think i’m gettin’ out of this one.

i’m trying, okay? i really am.

but it’s gettin’ harder to move. gettin’ harder to breathe. look, i know you’re gonna be pissed. you’re gonna hate me for this. but you can’t-" he coughs, wet and sharp. "you can’t just sit there and grieve forever, alright? you gotta keep going.

i mean it. no dumb, dramatic, ‘what would jason do’ bullshit, because jason was a dumbass who got himself killed. twice.

but i love you. and if i don’t make it out… just know i fought like hell to get back to you.

i always do."

the voicemail ends.

𝐓𝐢𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞 — [Missed Call: 2:30 AM]

tim’s voice is quiet. weak.

"hey. it’s me."

his breathing is uneven, shaky. there’s a sharp exhale, like he’s pressing on something. a wound, maybe.

"i didn’t mean for this to happen."

a pause. a slow, strained breath.

"i don’t know if i’m gonna make it back. it’s bad. it’s… really bad. i wish i had more time. there’s so much i wanted to tell you. so much i should’ve said. but mostly, i just- i love you. more than i ever knew how to say. more than i probably deserved.

and i’m sorry. for all of it.

if i don’t… if i don’t see you again-"

his voice breaks.

"please don’t forget me."

the voicemail ends.

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 — [Missed Call: 4:18 AM]

"beloved."

his voice is strained, but still firm. still damian.

"i need you to answer me."

a pause. a sharp, unsteady inhale.

"you are sleeping, aren’t you?"

there’s a rustle of fabric, like he’s shifting. a hiss of pain, sharp and quick.

"this is… not ideal. the wound is deeper than anticipated. i am not saying goodbye."

his breath is shaky, but there is iron in his tone.

"i refuse to say goodbye."

another breath. slower, more forced.

"but i need you to listen to me. i need you to know something. you were the best part of my life. i spent so many years searching for a purpose. for something that made it all worth it.

and it was you. it was always you."

silence. his breath catches.

"i will fight to come back to you."

a pause. a whisper.

"but if i fail… know that i have never loved anything the way i loved you."

the voicemail ends.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 — [Missed Call: 3:29 AM]

"shit, shit, shit-"

stephanie’s voice is panicked. there’s a rustling of fabric, a sharp gasp of pain.

"okay, bad news. super bad news. you were right, i should’ve waited for backup, and now-"

a sharp hiss.

"ah, screw it, you were always right."

her breath stutters. the strain, the fear.

"it’s bad. i know it’s bad. and you’re probably gonna be so mad when you hear this, but i- i don’t think i’m making it back home."

"listen, okay? i need you to listen.

you were the best thing that ever happened to me. and you are not allowed to let this wreck you, you hear me? you’re gonna get up, eat breakfast, kick crime’s ass, and live your life. got it?"

her voice is trembling now.

"i love you. and i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry."

the voicemail ends.

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐧 — [Missed Call: 4:01 AM]

cass’s voice is weak. barely there.

"hey. i- i tried calling."

a sharp breath. a choked noise.

"you didn’t answer."

silence. just her breathing. just struggling.

"i should have.. should have said more, before. but you knew, right? you had to know."

there’s a rustling sound. her trying to move.

"i love you. you were my family. my home."

a pause. a ragged, slow breath.

"wish i had more time. more words."

the voicemail ends.

𝐃𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 — [Missed Call: 3:46 AM]

"hey."

duke sounds breathless. but he’s still trying to keep his voice light.

"so, uh. bad news. things went sideways. really sideways."

a soft chuckle. weak.

"i know you, so let me just say this now - you are not allowed to be all broody and guilt-ridden over this. i mean it. no self-blame, no ‘if only i had been there,’ no nothing. got it?"

"damn. wish you were here. just to talk to me for a sec."

his voice drops.

"it’s getting kinda hard to stay awake."

"hey, stay with me a sec, alright?"

silence.

"…ah. never mind."

the voicemail ends.

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the room is silent.

your hands are shaking.

your breath comes too fast, too shallow. you press your fingers against your temple, against your lips, like you can stop the devastation physically. like you can keep it all in.

you missed the call.

you missed all of them.

and now...

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Arkham Knight Jason >>>>>>

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Another reason why I love Jason.

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i'm back.

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Aunt Noctua and little Ominis after the Crucio incident with his siblings and parents.

Noctua Gaunt: "You've been the bravest, my precious. There's no need to worry anymore, I'll always be here to protect you"

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just wanted to say something before our boops eventually fade away and we all become recluses again. mutuals it was so much fun pummeling all of you with my paws and honestly if you still want to hang out or chat my dms are always open or feel free to @ or tag me for any posts you would like for me to see and ill do so in return!

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Tumblr: *enables PVP*

The entire userbase:

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Pin for survivors

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The boop thing is kinda helping my anxiety tho like huh. They're booping me. Does that mean they like me. Does that mean they're happy to see me around

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Omi!

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Ominis' face after Headmaster Black mentions Salazar Slytherin is priceless

then he looks kinda sad 😭

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me @ my mutuals

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These two are my favorites.

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me @ my mutuals whenever they take a "tumblr break"

TUMBLR IS SO BORING WITH ALL YOU NERDS AT DASHCON

♥

((you all better come back with some amazing tales))

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i love being a mean girl

CRY HARDER IT MAKES ME HORNY

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but at the same time he is one ugly ass mf

as one of my favs once said, "Simp for who you wanna simp for. If that’s a nasty ass man who curses children. Then thats your right as a grown ass adult. But when you start writing and making content about *literal children* in sexual relationships or literal noncon situations with that grown ass man? Then I have a problem."