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[haveihitanerve]

I just woke up and got stuff to do today so this ask will probably be short.

Bruce "Anxiety is my strength" Wayne being groped by different men and women at a gala but doing nothing to stop them despite being uncomfortable because Brucie Wayne is a playboy who wouldn't care—who would love the attention.

His children have a problem with that mentality. All of them (the main 7 at least: Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, Steph, Cass, Damian).

mmmm. this you? anyway lets answer-

Damian was bored. This was nothing new, at least, not concerning Gotham's elite. Gala's were the epitome of horrible boringness, but he did understand the need for them. The need for enforcing their public personas. Didn't mean knowing the reason and knowing it was logical made it any more fun.

He drifted over to his eldest two brothers side, as the two had congregated over by the wall, watching the dance floor critically. It was rare to see them together at functions like this, especially this high profile of a Gala, not because they didn't like each other (anymore) but more because everyone usually spread out, endorsing different parts of Wayne Enterprises and wooing the guests in different ways. To gather meant not doing that. To gather showed regrouping, showed disinterest in the guests.

"What are you doing?" Damian asked, joining them. Though it was wrong for three of them to be off the dance floor and not mingling, he couldn't help it. He would never admit it, but his siblings were the most interesting people here. "Watching Bruce." Dick answered grimly, indeed not taking his eyes off his father.

"Jay we have to do something." Jason ran a hand through his hair, messing it up, and shrugged at his brother, though it clearly annoyed him as much as it did Dick whatever they were discussing.

"Do what?" He asked, throwing up a hand. "We can't intercede or Bruce will skin us. You know he'll always take everything so we don't have to." Dick gritted his teeth.

"He shouldn't." He bit out. Jason's look was sympathetic. "When's the last time you were groped Dick?" His voice was soft. Damian glanced up in shock and disgust. Dick's head dropped and Jason laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"What is going on?" Damian repeated, now a little concerned. "Dad is letting himself get touched." Tim answered grimly, appearing from the shadows, Steph trailing behind him.

"He does this every time." She said, both trying to appear like it was no big deal, and also seeming like she'd like to kill everyone in the vicinity. Steph maneuvered her way to Damian's side, tugging him against her. "Having fun?" She asked, keeping one hand firmly on his shoulder as an older lady approached.

"So much." He returned, monotone. Steph snorted, snagging a glass of wine off a nearby servers tray. "Tell me about it. Trust me, it gets so fun when you actually get to drink at these things." She tipped the glass back, draining it.

"Bruce catches you doing that and he'll beat you." Dick warned, experience clear on his face. Steph snorted. "To do that he'd need to separate himself from the crowd. And we all know he won't be doing that." The words made everyone fall silent again, but Jason still nudged her in the side.

"I'd still watch it. B keeps a tally. If he sees it, you'll get it later." Steph rolled her eyes, but Damian noted she did not grab another drink. "I'll go dance with him." She announced finally, after they had observed Bruce get groped a few more times and either lean into it or laugh it off.

"Right into the lions den?" Dick asked with a wince. Steph shrugged, stepping away from Damian and pushing him into Tim, like she needed a second detached from all others to prepare herself, and needed him to be as far away as possible when she did. Tim's hands tightened on his shoulders, and Damian leaned further back, allowing himself to be engulfed by the strength and smell of his big brother.

Steph rolled back her shoulders, nodded to them, and strode off, head held high, shoulders back, walk direct. Bruce's eyes widened as she approached and even from this far away Damian could read the fear and threat in his eyes. Steph disregarded both, muttering something in his ear as she spun him away from the new round of people trying to grab him, spinning him onto the dance floor.

Bruce dipped his head to say something in response, and Dick hissed. "Babs." Tim explained quietly at Damian's confusion. "Steph say something good?" Jason asked mildly. Dick offered a slightly less haunted smile back. "He said he's been counting her drinks and he hopes she can still hold a staff by the end of the night because she'll be sparring with him for as many minutes as she had ounces." Jason hissed through his teeth. Dick's smile grew. "She answered that she's been keeping a tally too. And for every person he lets touch him, she gets one of us on her team." Jason whistled through his teeth as Tim choked on his drink.

Dick cocked his head, getting new intel. "Ooooh she's just upped it- for every ten people that he lets touch him she gets an extra teammate." Tim snorted. "Bruce had already let way too many people. That's at least four of us against him."

"He can take it." Jason answered back coldly. "If he's so keen on having so many people touch him I'm sure having four of his kids do so won't be a problem." Dick's smile was downright masochistic as he watched his father.

"He won't be able to walk." Dick informed them had been Barbara's verdict. "Good." Tim returned. "It's better it's because of us than it's because of any of them." Damian shuddered and his brother pulled him impossibly closer.

The dance had finished and Steph stepped away, giving Bruce a mock bow. He returned it, stiff, and shot a glance in their direction. Jason lifted a glass in lazy salute, tipping it back. Dick and Tim followed suit. Bruce's eyes narrowed. Before someone else could snatch him up, Cass was there, leading him in a second dance, and if Steph could hold the people at bay, Cass most certainly could.

She returned to their sides, bearing a whole tray of drinks. "Come on lads, drink your share," She hefted the tray higher, and everyone snagged one. (except Damian, she had grabbed him a juice box from behind the bar) "all of us drunk against B? What could possibly go wrong?" Dick snorted and Jason let out a chuckle.

Tim clinked his glass against hers. "If all goes right," he answered grimly. "You'll be the only drunk one fighting him." The mood grew a tad more somber, then Jason clinked his glass against Tim's. "I'll drink to that." Dick agreed. "Pray on my downfall i guess." Steph muttered, but she put her glass in too, and when they drank, she drank along.

[cheeseceli]

Skz reaction to their s/o listening to angry music

Pairing: ot8 skz × gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: I'm pretty sure this is fluff

Request: "i was wondering if u could write like a reaction of skz when they find out that yn is listening to angry music (metal, rage rap,..)"

A/N: I AM SO LATE with this request, I'm so so sorry😭 it took me a while to figure out how i wanted to write this but I hope you like it nevertheless! Also first time I use dividers and I think it's so cute (credits in the end of the post)

Bang Chan

I think he would be so surprised?? Mainly if your music taste doesn't match your appearance

Like imagine you wear such soft clothes and then you're listening to rage in your headphones

He would be tempted to make more songs like this to stray kids though

And would ask for your opinion ofc, might even put your name in the credits

Will also send tiktoks he finds about angry music all the time

And if he ever gets to know one of your favourite artists (this man knows the whole entertainment industry atp) he will let you know and might even bring you an autograph

Lee Know

He would find out your music taste when you guys made one of those matchings in spotify

He swore you guys would be more than 90% compatible

you were only 34%

he is in shock

But he listens to every single song that shows up on the matching

Might even add some to his favourites

Will let you know his opinions too

And if another member likes angry music as well, he will mention you in the conversation

He might even use this as a way to bring you closer to the members

His s/o and his best friends, he would love that

Changbin

If you like angry rap he is now taking notes lmao

Will try to incorporate it in his own rap

Takes you to concerts!!

Buy you merch!!

Tries to meet with your favourite artists!!

Makes angry music for skz!!

Will do everything and anything when it comes to your likings, including musical taste

And he would add angry music in your karaoke nights

He is screaming from the top of his lungs into the mic but he is so happy lol

Please scream with him, thank you

Hyunjin

I feel like he always knew that

It was probably one of the first things he knew about you

And even though he might not like this musical genre personally, he will probably listen to it sometimes and will have some of your songs in his playlist

But he likes it the most when he is driving and you play one of your playlists on the radio

When you sing along>>

And!!

If you know the story behind one of the artists/songs PLEASE tell him

He would love to listen to you explain it to him

Han

You can't convince me that this man doesn't have some songs like that in his playlist as well

He goes to the gym listening to the most agressive songs ever

So he actually is pretty happy you guys have something else in common

And if you guys like the same artist or the same song, he is in heaven

Specially if it's metal

Nothing will change my mind, he listens to metal a lot

And agressive rap

Will also incorporate to his rap sometimes and maybe will even put some references to your favourite artists on the lyrics

Will add a lot of your recommendations to his playlist

Felix

Tried to do a matching on spotify as well and was in shock with how many metal and rap was there

Asks you to make a playlist for him recommending some songs

Will show your recs to the members as well

Suddenly all the dorm is listening to metal

And if you ever think that his voice could match one of your favourites songs, he would be so honoured fr

Like, you're making an association between a thing that you love and him, he is so genuinely happy

Will try to sing it ofc

Seungmin

He is other one who I think will probably not like the genre that much

But will listen to it whenever you listen to it

He really likes to share an earphone with you

If you're up to it, so is he

And also likes to pick which song you're listening to

Will make a whole queue for you to listen

And if he ever comes across to another angry music, he is sending it to you immediately

I.N

Now that they have personal instagram accounts (I'm so happy lmao) he will post a picture on his stories and will let you choose the song

So he is wearing the cutest outfit but rage is playing on the background

He finds it pretty cool ngl

And since we're talking about fashion

He would love to see how your musical taste reflects on your clothes, if it does

It's so interesting he swears

He would also spoil you with merch and concerts

I believe he would try to listen to some angry music to try to impress you lmao

Like you'd be listening to some music and somehow he knows the artist, the album and even the release date

Pretend you didn't see him search everything on google

Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Dividers by @cafekitsune (thank you btw!)

[taro-pdf]

HASO: Coworkers, Coworkers

The cast:

Faja - alien (tuscia) - speech at higher frequencies than humans can hear Kell - human - deaf Bob and Jeff - generic tentacled aliens

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[Open scene on the break room of an intergalactic ship. Faja and Kell are siting on a bench to the side of the room as their coworkers move around, conversing and doing normal (?) break room things] [Jeff and bob look at Kell and Faja.]

Jeff: Bob, Human Kell is flapping around again.

Bob: I see this, Jeff, and it seems it is infectious.

Jeff: Is this one of those human diseases?

Bob: I do not know. We shall report this to medical.

Jeff: Yes, we shall. Strange they went to space without first creating nanobot immune systems.

Bob: most strange indeed.

[Across the room, Faja and Kell have been holding their own conversation in ASL, which Kell taught Faja after their first meeting]

Faja: Kell, have I told you about that time I accidentally burst the glass one of our coworkers was holding?

Kell: What? No?

Faja: I only spoke, but apparently the frequency of my speech was the resonating frequency of the glass. It shattered in their hand!

Kell: that's almost as good as the time I flashed the lights to get the attention of our Sipdid coworker, forgetting light flashing creates a fight response in hir species.

[voidandabyssal]

Hi, it's me again! Could I please request the UT and US Bros with a neko s/o that can also shift into a cat? And does like, cat things such as wanting pets, getting in their lap, and mewing like a cat. Bonus points if they also have an adorable kitten sneeze lol

Let’s dive right in!

Sans:

Loves the kitty form

Nothing like you, your partner, and the nice hot sun to soak in

Honestly papyrus will probably always find you two napping together

He also loves petting you

Sans loves soft things, like your fur or your fluffy little kitty ears!!

He almost has to hold back on begging you to cuddle him in your cat form

Papyrus:

Bro probably thinks it’s a totally normal human thing to do

“Hm, yes, my human S/O has cat ears and the ability to turn into an animal. Yes that totally seems like a normal human thing to do”

Jokes aside, he loves giving you pets

He didn’t think he would. He’s never really pet anything before (except for the occasional royal guard dog) but he does

You might actually convince him to take a nap if you settle in his lap, purring

MIGHT is the key word though,

He’s still an energetic man!

Blue (US sans):

When you first meet Blue is definitely curious about you

He’s never seen a human with cat ears before! He actually runs up to you and starts asking questions

That’s your little meet cute

Anyways, he loves your fur,

He especially loves brushing it

He finds it so relaxing to comb through your cat fur, keeping it nice and shiny and free from dirt.

He loves your purring as well

Nothing better than after a long day of work getting to lay your head on your partners chest and listen to them purr😩

Stretch (US papyrus):

He notes your odd appearance but doesn’t care enough to ask

He figures he can just find out from the internet anyhow

He secretly bought a red laser pen and when he’s bored he shines it near you

Stretch can’t help but cackle as you tackle Blue trying to get that damn red dot

He’s like sans, in where they both love to snuggle you

Stretch will just pick you up, yes even in your human form, and drag you to wherever he wants to cuddle. Usually the bed or couch

Stretch is also just a little curious on how cat like you are in your animal form

Do you like cat food? Will you knock over a glass of water? Will catnip get you high (it definitely does)

He goes a little mad scientist trying to get these answers

[kingofyewnork]

spot/sprace

rubs hands together evilly i'm going to go modern bc it wasn't specified and i have more to go off of!! but if that's not what you wanted just send another ask :)

spot is a cat person

he drinks black coffee in public because of his Reputation (he's mister tough guy and he likes scaring little children by looking surly and unfriendly) but as soon as fall starts? prepare for Sugar.

spot is a psl lover. yes. i said it.

he used to keep it a secret but one day he said ykw? fuck this. i'm going to drink my fucking pumpkin spice lattes and anyone who dares stop me will get a mouthful of My Fist.

(everyone knows not to touch spot's coffee. ever. but especially not the Psl.)

contrary to his name, he despises polka dots with a burning passion

he does, however, appreciate a nice classic stripe (as seen in livesies)

he will only eat greek yogurt. none of that watery yoplait shit he's a chobani boy THROUGH AND THROUGH

(this is an ongoing debate between him and racer, who thinks greek yogurt is a disgrace to humanity (race's favorite yogurt is strawberry gogurt))

[haveihitanerve]

The habit started when Dick was eight, shortly after he had first moved into the manor. He didn't know Bruce was Batman yet, and Bruce tucked him in early before heading out on patrol, and then stumbled into his room later, falling into bed. It had been on one such nights when he had limped up the stairs to his room, and found a tiny Dick Grayson curled outside his door with Zitka tucked under one arm, the other holding a gray blanket with tiny black bats. He was asleep, huddled tightly against Bruce's door. Bruce wouldn't claim to be an expert on children. He wouldn't even claim to be an expert on his own children. Especially not at this point. But, he did remember, years before. When he had done the exact same thing at Alfred's door when he had nightmares. Alfred had never noticed. But Bruce... now Bruce had noticed. And so the habit began. Bruce installed alerts on the outside of Dick's door, so that he was made aware whenever the kid stumbled out of bed, and had enough prep time to sprint home as fast as possible from patrol to shuffle out of his suit and into bed with a book, making sure the light was on, and the door cracked.

Barbara wasn't in the manor most nights, but Bruce made sure she had his number, and hacked her phone to call him if she woke up in the middle of the night. Surprisingly, she never unhacked it.

When Jason came Bruce had the same mechanic installed, just in case. He didn't know about how Jason's life had been before. He didn't know if his new ward was going to have nightmares. If he was going to, needed to seek Bruce out in the night for comfort. But he had it installed. Just in case. Jason knew he was Batman. But he never questioned how it was possible that Bruce was always awake when he needed him. Bruce preferred it that way.

By the time Tim rolled around, it was more habit than any parental instinct that had Bruce installing the alert. Still, it startled him the first time he went to patrol alone and got the notification that Tim was awake. He rushed home as fast as possible, but Tim never arrived at his bedroom door. So Bruce sought him out instead, faking insomnia, or stress, or wanting to work a case. They stayed up late, talking facts, or baking cookies, or just curled up on the couch together, talking. It soothed something in him, to just talk to someone for once. And Tim clearly needed the connection too. From then on Bruce kept the living room light on no matter what.

When Stephanie came, she didn't even stay at the manor. Still, Bruce made sure to get into her apartment. He never visited, when he got the message she was awake, even after she stopped being Robin, but he made sure she felt seen, dropping by the next day with Alfred's cooking, or sending the Bat signal up himself to see if she would come. So that he could be there for her. He got her a nightlight, a little purple bulb that projected bats onto her walls, for her to turn on when she was upset or scared from a nightmare. He programmed the light to inform him when she turned it on. Her own personal Bat Signal.

Cass never woke up from nightmares. A curse and a blessing all in one, but Bruce made sure to install a motion detector in her room, to monitor if she got jerky and afraid in sleep.

By the time Damian rolled around Bruce was fairly well experienced in how to handle traumatized children. Damian had never experienced nightmares before, it was clear. But suddenly, in a safe environment(after enough time had passed) his body allowed him to feel fear in sleep without fear of the consequences when waking. Bruce made sure Damian's room was right next to his, and that his door was cracked just so to pour light into his youngest son's room when he awoke, so he thought knew Bruce was awake.

Duke created the light himself when he had nightmares, but Bruce still installed a motion detector in his room. Just in case.

Bruce sleeps with the light on so his kids think he's awake and won't be afraid to come to him in the middle of the night

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[spineless-lobster]

I am not the divine masculine or the divine feminine I am the divine comedy and you will address me as such

[haveihitanerve]

Tim was tired. This wasn't something new. In fact, Tim was fairly certain he had come out of the womb permanently exhausted. But recently life had just gotten so much more tiring. Probably because Jason was back in the family and for some reason Bruce paired the two of them together a bunch and also didn't once argue when Jason went on one of his rants about how awful Bruce was. Tim couldn't stand it. Because Jason just didn't know. And Bruce absolutely refused to speak. To counter him. He refused to defend himself, and it drove Tim insane. He could tell it weighed on Dick too, but Dick had always been the good boy, the one who knew when to push and when to leave well enough alone, the one who stood down when Bruce ordered. Tim... Tim wasn't him.

"B just gets on my goddamn nerves." Jason began the rant the way he always did. Stating a fact, something everybody knew, and then using examples.

"Like??? That dude is so totally going to keeping going after people. And we all know the GCPD won't hold him for long. B should've just killed him and been done with it. Just like how he should've killed-"

"ENOUGH!!" Tim bellowed, snapping at last. Jason blinked, rearing back in surprise. "Just... just enough." Tim snarled, eyes bright with a dangerous fire. "Leave him alone. Leave his morals, alone. I won't stand by and listen to it anymore." Jason scoffed, some of his righteous anger sparking in his eyes.

"Of course you won't. Not Replacement. Replacement has to stay on B's good side otherwise he'll be replaced." Jason pitched his voice high and whiny, rolling his eyes. Tim ground his teeth. "Please. You lay your insecurities out for everyone to see."

"And you don't?" Tim snapped back. "Yes, I am afraid of losing Robin, because for me, Jason? This was a job. Not the family business, not something Bruce handed me, but something I had to fight for. I had to claw my way into this life, into this family, and sure, yeah. I worry sometimes that the foundation is a little crumbly. That Bruce will grow tired of me, of my mistakes, of everything. And kick me out. But its not a job anymore. Its my life." He seethed, hands curling into angry fists.

Jason frowned at him in confusion. "What do you mean this was a job originally? Bruce didn't... you're adopted." Tim swallowed. He couldn't... he shouldn't... Bruce didn't... Tim sighed. "I forced Bruce to let me become Robin." There. He'd said it. He had been holding that secret for the whole year Jason had been back now. He'd wanted to tear his hair out every time Jason yelled at Bruce for replacing him so quickly when it just wasn't true, but he had resisted. Now... now he'd finally said it.

"I... you died, Jason. And it... it really messed him up. Like- a lot." Tim reached into his back pocket and tugged out his phone. Barbara had looked slightly ill at his requests, she remembered the time after Jason's death and Tim's first few runs as Robin as well as he did, but she was in agreement with him that it couldn't go on. She hated Bruce for a lot of things, blamed him for some, and yelled at him enough for others. But she refused to stand by any longer. Just like Tim.

Jason looked curious and confused as Tim scrolled through his camera roll, finding the pictures he was looking for. "Here." he extended the phone to Jason. "This... this uh happened about thirteen weeks after your death. I- it was one of my first patrols with Bruce and uh." Tim swallowed, nodding to the picture.

"That man there, his name is Robert Culvin. He... he has a daughter. He- he robbed a grocery store and me and B stopped him. Everything was fine, actually. But then." Tim shook his head, running a hand through his hair. Jason was pale, staring at the picture.

"He mentioned you." Jason's head jerked up. Tim wasn't looking at him anymore, lost in the memory. "Said something about how he needed to feed his daughter, and how Bruce wouldn't know what its like to care for a child right? Because well, he got his kid killed." Something akin to fear slithered up Jason's spine at the way Tim was speaking.

"And... something came over Bruce. He just... he wouldn't stop." Tim shook his head, hands shaking. "I tried to pull him away- I was screaming by then and there was so much blood and-" He laughed hoarsely, tucking his hands against his chest to keep them from shaking. "If you uh.. Scroll left, you'll see... you'll see what he did before I came in." Jason's face took on a nasty shade of somehow both white and green at the same time.

"Yeah." Tim agreed quietly. "Listen, I know you don't like Bruce. And I get it, I guess. To some extent. But you weren't there. Bruce mourned you. He's still mourning you, even now. And- and well. If I hadn't stepped in..." Tim shook his head, standing with the help of his bo staff.

"Let's just say that Dick would be wearing a much darker suit and I would have been attending a funeral instead of going out on patrol." All remaining color blanched from Jason's face. Tim nodded slowly. "Yeah. So, the next time you think about yelling at him..." He lifted the phone, screen still filled with images. There were so many of them. "Maybe..." Tim shrugged. "Think again."

Bruce: I know it’s hard, but you must remain forgiving and merciful, Jason.

Tim, who had to watch Bruce skin a man alive like a piece of salmon with a batarang for saying something rude about his then deceased son, throw him in the back of the Batmobile, and drive him to the hospital just to beat him up again:

[youthofpandas]

What’s up with how the dunmeshi fandom just lies about this kind of stuff all the time. It is easily confirmable information that it was a monthly series, something incredibly common in the industry.

A not weekly magazine schedule is literally common !! Especially in the seinen shoujo and josei demographics, sometimes monthly, sometimes biweekly, sometimes every two months, sometimes seasonal! Please stop lying about how Dunmeshi was some special unique creation that defies all standards of manga just to hype it up because it is so clear that every single one of these comparisons is centered around Weekly Shonen Jump (and understand that SJ has many magazines under its brand that are monthly or semimonthly). Not everything is WSJ and it needs to stop being the only point of reference in conversations like this 🤧

[haveihitanerve]

Riddle me this buttman

What if some Joe shmoe that's part of paparazzi gets the ability to see people's love/fate. They see the usual 'Have a loving family', 'Childhood bestfriend', etc etc wtv boring stuff.

They check Bruce Wayne and see 'Gotham'. Nothing else, just 'Gotham'. They check his kids and they all say something akin to that. Damian has 'Bruce Wayne' or 'Batman', Richard PP Grayson has 'Family' or 'Bludhaven' and Jason gets 'Crime Alley' (No clue what Tim would get ngl).

for the record, Cass would also get Bruce bcuz she's a daddy's girl and always will be. In her eyes, he can do no wrong (unless he tells her no)

i shall riddle you this

Katherine had had the ability to see what people loved above all else since before she could remember. It helped, quite honestly, because she worked as a reporter, and it was very useful to know the person she was interviewing's deepest love. Janet, the HR manager, loved her bull dog Fred the most. Adam, from accounting, loved his girlfriend. Lois, her idol, loved Clark, and Clark, also kinda her idol, loved Lois. It was sweet, touching really. She did see a few weird ones, on occasion of course, she would have been a little worried if she hadn't, but so far nothing... super strange. Not until the interview...

"Kate!" Ketharine turned, offering a smile to the gentle giant that was Clark Kent. "Hey Clark. What can I do for you?" "Oh, uh, nothing much really, actually I was hoping this was a favor for you." He raised his eyebrows, smiling. Kate closed her laptop, intrigued. "Oh? And what is this favor for me?" Clark grinned. She was caught. But Katherine couldn't help it. She was curious.

"Well I have this interview booked, but I uh, can't make it. Something's come up. Do you mind???" His big blue eyes turned pleading and Kate fought the urge to take a picture and place it side by side with a puppy to see if there was a difference.

Kate stemmed her hands on her hips. "Who?" Clark grinned. "Bruce Wayne."

Wayne Manor was... startling, to say the least. Kate knew that she didn't usually get to pick the places herself to interview her people, either the Daily Planet or the client did that, but... Wayne Manor was new. "Sorry, but Bruce is a little secretive. He almost called it off when he heard I couldn't, but I told him you were one of the best."

Clark had told her most everything he knew, though Katherine was well aware there was more he wasn't saying. She was a reporter after all. Still, she wouldn't infringe on his privacy. Reporters didn't exactly have confidentiality agreements with their interviewees, but she had kept a few personal things quite herself over the years too, and had no doubt Clark was the same. Especially with someone as ditsy and generally good natured as Bruce Wayne.

Besides a few rare critics and tabloids, Kate really couldn't find anything bad or wrong about Bruce Wayne in her quick researching session. Usually one or two full articles came up, but the worst thing Bruce had done was fallen into a fountain. He seemed to be, for the most part, a decent man. Which was impressive, especially concerning his status.

The buzzer made a wheezing noise when she pressed it, but before she could try to knock in case that meant it was broken, the door swung open and she found herself looking up at an imposing butler. Kate swallowed, hands immediately moving against her will to smooth out her skirt. It wasn't that he looked mean, he was just... intimidating.

But the butler smiled, a warm, kind smile that reminded her of her grandfather, and stepped aside, opening the door wider. "Ms. Ballenger, do come in. Mr. Wayne is in his study, can I take that for you?" "Oh, thanks." Kate blushed, shucking off her jacket. It was a little more crisp in Gotham than she was used to in Metropolis, but the house was cozy warm.

The butler bobbed his head, indicating her where he was hanging it, before leading her up a flight of stairs to a large imposing wooden door. His word was as clear and firm as his knock. Wayne's. His fist thumped twice on the wood and a deep, soothing bass called back. "Come in." "Ms. Ballenger, for your interview, sir." The butler announced, pushing the door open.

Katherine wasn't sure what she was expecting, but the man lounging in the large red chair in front of her was not it. His black hair was curly and damp, likely from a recent shower, and pushed messily out of his eyes. Said eyes were a glowing blue, striking and enchanting. He had on a dress shirt, but it was rumpled and the top buttons did not seem to be in the proper holes. His feet were propped onto the desk and he was reading some papers with one hand, his other being used to idly rub circles onto a young boys back who was sitting on his lap.

Mr. Wayne removed his feet from the desk as they entered, shuffling his papers aside. "Ms. Ballenger, a pleasure, come in." He greeted, smiling warmly, and nodded his thanks to the butler. The boy on his lap grunted at the movement, eyes narrowed in concentration as he doodled on a notebook. "Damian," Bruce began softly, a smile curling the edge of his lips. "Do go find your brothers, okay? Tell them I'm in an interview now." Damian, apparently, grumbled something, but obediently slid off his fathers lap and made his exit.

Bruce smiled apologetically, standing and crossed to her, extending a hand. "Forgive me, we haven't be properly introduced, I'm Bruce Wayne." Katherine accepted his hand, focused on keeping her eyes on his instead of letting them jump over his head. It was something she had trained herself to do, as people found it weird that she looked over them, but she had caught the young boys words as she brushed past her. It was sweet that his father was what he loved the most.

Bruce's hand was firm and warm, calloused in places she didn't think they would be. "Come, have a seat." Bruce gestured to chairs a ways away from his desk, open chairs, without anything but a small table between them. "Would you like anything?" He asked as she sat down, remaining standing to hear her answer. Katherine smiled politely. "No, thank you." Bruce nodded, taking a seat as well. "Well? What would you like to know?" "Well actually-"

"Dad!! I can't find my staff. Jason said its in here but I know he stole it-" The boy who entered the room paused, eyes lifting from his phone. Bruce seemed mildly amused, looking at who Katherine assumed was another one of his sons with a slight smile. "Then why don't you go confront your brother, Timothy?" Timothy threw up his hands in exasperation. "Well I can't do that without checking here first!" He pointed out with clear annoyance. Bruce's smile grew.

"Of course not. Can't accuse without ample evidence." "Exactly." The boy nodded his agreement, shuffling around the room in search of his staff?? "And yet you seem to do so just fine other days." Bruce continued, and Timothy's cheeks tinged pink. Katherine, excluded from the conversation, used the opportunity to glance over the new kids head.

She was a little surprised to see Batman in bold black letters, but she supposed living in Gotham the local hero might be quite popular. Especially if he was a rich kid who got kidnapped and saved a lot by the Bat. But that was only an assumption. Timothy, finally having given up his ruse, rushed to whisper something in Bruce's ear. The man frowned, but didn't wave him away, and murmured a few words of what Kate assumed was advice before sending his son off again.

"Sorry about the interruption," He offered with a small smile. "No, no, it's fine." Katherine waved his apology away, looking down at her notebook with questions. "Now-"

Another boy, well, man, almost a carbon copy of the last one, entered from a different door, carrying what seemed to be a large fridge. "They broke it again did they?" Bruce asked mildly. The man grunted something that might have been affirmative, and exited through the same door the others had. Kate glimpsed the end of his word just as he rounded the corner. Family.

Bruce was frowning when she turned back to him, and her cheeks colored as she realized he no doubt believed her to be ogling what was definitely his oldest son. But he didn't comment on it, gesturing for her to continue. Kate dared to look over his head as she pretended to shuffle through her notes, but was surprised to find the letters changing, never settling too long in one spot. They seemed to switch between two words mostly, but she couldn't for the life of her discern what they were..

By the time the interview was over, Kate was actually quite relaxed. Despite the interruptions at the beginning, the conversation had gone smoothly, and not only had she gotten thorough, well thought out answers, but he had also shown a genuine interest into her as well, and it had felt less like a job and more like a lovely conversation. It was dizzying.

"Thank you for coming Ms. Berringer, truly, this was lovely." Kate smiled back, shaking Bruce's hand again as she grabbed her coat. "It really was, thank you Mr. Wayne." "Please," he smiled. "Call me Bruce." The word above his head shifted and Kate caught just enough of it to read Gotham before it changed again. That was... odd.

"Yo old man you done?" Another carbon copy kid came out from one of the hallways, a white streak in his hair and the words Crime Alley above his head. That was... also strange. "Yeah Jason, I'm all done with the interviewer." Bruce smiled. "You need something?"

"Yeah Cass-" Before he could finish a girl materialized beside him and leaned in to whisper something into his ear. Kate jumped, but recovered quickly, squinting when she realized the "letters" above the girls head were signs. Sign language. Kate had taken basic sign language in eighth grade, and identified the letters to spell out Dad. She figured that meant Bruce, which was cute. He had quite a few of his kids with his name.

"I also need something!" Trilled a girl with striking blond hair, cartwheeling into the room. Her word was Gotham as well. This was possibly the strangest group of people Katherine had ever met. Bruce smiled indulgently thought, and murmured something to the first girl. "You're all just going to leave the poor interviewer standing in the door uncertain?" Called another voice and a girl with striking red hair appeared in a wheelchair. Her word was also Gotham.

Kate was getting increasingly more confused. Bruce turned to her, wincing with apology. "Sorry, Ms. Berringer, do you need a car home?" "Oh- no no, that's fine, thank you. I drove here." Kate stuttered out, smiling. "Thank you so much Mr. Wayne." He nodded back, and the boy with the white stripe in his hair leaned against his side.

Kate looked back just before the door closed, and as though offering her a gift, his letters cleared a bit as he leaned down to hear the red haired girl speak, the blond and silent girl laughing at one side, the boy on the other. Kids.

[badolmen]

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[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[iscariotapologist]

today in church one of the priests referred to trans people as "those who are growing into the gender they were called to be" and i'm kind of enjoying the idea of like....divinely ordained top surgery

[devildaisies]

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