#and that just Exhausts bruce

[emo-batboy]

A Wild Battinson (Social Media AU)

Part 43 (Masterlist)

(Part 44)

Me, to myself: I just think the series was better when I posted several times a week because the pacing felt more natural, and it translates better when people binge it.

Also Me, holding two jobs and a bat: If you try to post once a day again, I will disconnect your head from your shoulders—

@bruciemilf guess who’s back

Anyways, folks! :D So I'm thinking of a new upload schedule where I spend a bit preparing the next ten or so parts then post it all in two weeks? I think that would be fun (and much better for my creative process.)

I’ll be posting the next part very soon :) But it's going to be drastically different from what I've done before. Let’s see if anyone can guess why.

Yada yada don’t die LOVE Y’ALL

[frownyalfred]

You know the "all osha regulations come from blood" thing? I like to imagine the exact thing happens with the Justice League. The list of protocols and rules goes on so long but every single one has a story behind it.

Some of them seem out of place, or down right useless. New members often scoff at the trainings they're tasked to attend.

One of the regulations involves a required emergency survivalist kit on every space craft the Leauge owns, and requires routine inspections of said kits. New members get stuck with that bit of maintenence, and often complain "there's no reason it'll ever be needed." That is, until a begrudged Batman plays a video from the time Aquaman, Flash, and Wonder Woman got stuck on an ice planet with no vegetation or wildlife and they nearly froze to death.

Those who can fly ask why they need to attend trainings on emergency landing procedure. Any founding member gladly points to the framed front page Daily Planet article on the wall. It documents the island-sized crater Superman made after being super-punched back into the atmosphere a few years back.

And so on.

If you kill a civilian, knowingly, out of outright negligence, Batman will be out for blood. You'll be kicked off the League if you're lucky. You're an adult and you should know better. Every single rule and contingency he has in place is either because someone fucked up once, or they're like to fuck up someday.

Over time, those same cocky new members slowly realize that Batman is the one cleaning up after those incidents. He's the one who pays off the families and replaces the equipment. He quietly settles lawsuits and pays for future medical care. He repairs buildings and offers grants to displaced civilians. And then he goes up to the Watchtower, writes up the new regulation, and has to live with that kind of responsibility all over again. Because now they know better. Now there's a rule, and god willing, this won't happen again.

Being stupid, being cocky, just simple ignoring the rules briefly -- it all has a cost. And usually, that cost is borne by the flesh-and-blood humans, not the metas, aliens, or gods. Humans.

[poisonousquinzel]

btas batquinn height difference hits different sometimes<3

in the like first glance he looks like the deadly one (but ya know no kill rule), the one with a serious ledger of bodies, and she's comedic relief and is there to lighten up scenes but really she's got more red in her history than he has enemies, has almost fed him alive to fish and is one of the most deadly gymnasts he's ever met<33

and just both their civilian selves<33333 Brucie obviously knows who she is but he's not Batman and yet he Still catches her, asks if she's okay, spends the whole day risking danger just to try n reason with her, is understanding with her when trying to get her to come out of the dressing room

like his face ????? and he's just so content and happy hearing her talk about improving and getting rehabilitated cause he cares cause Batman Cares

[shih-coulda-had-it]

need you guys to know that the OFA band AU's 'bus' is referring to this kind of car (1960s Volkswagen Transporter 2). please imagine if you will nine people's worth of luggage (the music equipment stays INSIDE the car) comically stacked up top. this thing supposedly seats 7 to 8, but everyone manages to cram inside anyways.

nana signed onto OFA on en's recommendation (as yoichi focused more on vocals than bass guitar), but she insisted that she couldn't leave her partner behind. sorahiko threw in his suped-up, for sure illegally modded VW in to sweeten the deal.

[martyrbat]

batman #400

[ID: Batman perched on the edge of a brick building's roof. He has one of his knees drawn up to his chest as his other leg is extended out with his foot resting on a gargoyle. He's grabbing the brick to stabilize himself more and is staring straight ahead. The gargoyle projects the heavy rain from its mouth. Behind Batman, lightning streaks across the light blue sky and strikes over the city that's far in the background. END ID]

[jasonsbruce]

Bruce Wayne has always put Gotham first—until Jason Todd.

Five times the people closest to Bruce saw cracks in his code, and one time it finally broke. just a long little brujay fic 🖤

[nowifi-noconnection]

comic book men>>>>> real men

[piedpiperart]

Batbat Tim

Part one

Part two!!

“Titus!!”

Tim’s ears shot straight up as his eyes opened. Was Damian out with Titus?! This late at night?? Oh god, Tim thought. I hope they don’t come near me.

His hopes were crushed when he heard a familiar panting of the dog, who’s already big compared to human Tim, but absolutely ginormous to Bat Tim, who stares up at the monstrous beast lumbering up to him.

After all the stress from the day, Tim can’t even move a muscle. He was exhausted, hurt and now extremely scared he was about to get eaten by the Demon brats Demon dog. He always knew it would somehow be Damian’s fault when he died, he just didn’t know he’d be dying as a bat.

Tim squeaked as loud as he could in warning when Titus lunged down to grasp the bat in his giant maw. Feeling sharp teeth against his skin-fur?- Tim stopped struggling, but made his displeasure known by shrieking as loud as his little bat body could scream. He thought maybe Titus would let him go if he was irritating enough, but to his dismay Titus just trotted away towards where Damian was calling him.

After a little while of being carried and drooled on, Tim’s shrieks waned to miserable squeaks. He heard Damian call Titus again, then caught a blurry glimpse of his brother when they rounded a rose bush.

“Titus- What do you have?” Damian demanded, bending over to see. It was quite dark out already, and both Tim and Titus were black. Damian’s eyes widened when he caught sight of Tim though, and promptly started scolding the dog.

Tim let out a miserable squeak as Damian gently pried the little bat from Titus’s mouth, using the necker wrapped around his waist to hold Tim in case he tried to bite the boy.

Not that Tim would try. At this point he’s do anything for Damian after the kid saved him from Titus’s mouth. He shuddered, curling into the jacket more. He knew Damian loved animals, but did that extent to bats? He wasn’t sure. He hoped at least, that he wouldn’t be immediately kicked out. Maybe he could find some way to signal his identity if Damian brings him inside.

Damian on the other hand, was inspecting the little bat for injuries. He felt bad for the thing, since it was his dog to have injured it. Interestingly enough though, there were no wounds consistent of a dog bite. Just a lot of drool and maybe a broken bone in the left wing. He couldn’t tell with the feet with how much the bat was burrowing in his jacket, but he decided it could wait til he got back to the manor.

Wrapping the bat securely in his jacket and propping him up in his arms, he thought about what to do with the little guy. Hopefully Father would let him keep the bat, but for now, Damian thought it might be best to keep the bat a secret.

Part three

[bruciemilf]

Just saying yall should probably not send me " Okay but wouldn't it be cool if Bruce loved his kids but was still a terrible dad but just with pretty words" and it's like? No? That's what dc is doing lol why would I care abt that

[celaenaeiln]

Damian accidentally lets his smuggled snake loose on the plane

Air hostess: *screaming because there’s a snake on her head*

Other hosts and hostesses: *screaming to calm each other down*

Damian: *Trying to coax his snake Claudius back to him*

Kate: *drunk out of her mind and flirting with a brunette*

Bruce: *screaming at his kids for letting this happen*

Stephanie and Jason: *the first who helped Damian smuggle it on in the first place and the second who accidentally unzipped the carry-on both screaming back at Bruce that they’re innocent and Bruce only likes to blame them for everything and-*

Tim: *abandoning stealthiness to overtly dump boxes of peanut packets into his duffel bag for Kon who doesn’t get to experience the joys of flying*

Cass: *power posing in the bathroom and snapping Lady Shiva*

Duke: *decides that this would be the optimal time to check the safety measures forcefully*

Passengers: *screaming their heads off because there’s a snake on the plane*

Dick: *completely passed out*

60 mins later the snake is confiscated and the plane is doing an emergency landing

Dick: *waking up* oh we’re here already? That was a nice flight

Bruce: ……

Damian: ……

Jason: ……

Cass: …..

Tim: …….

Duke: …….

Passengers: ……

Flight attendants: …….

Kate: *slurred* hmmm?? Oh niiiccee hot date time

[clawsextended]

@thegreatestjournalistofalltime asked : [From "HIGH PAIN TOLERANCE STARTERS"] | “I know you can manage it, you just don’t *have* to,” Freddie said. It was times like these that made her question just how far Selina was willing to go to prove that she didn't need anyone, because *clearly* she could survive even this.

cat’s eyes drift upward to search blue with a calm silence. it’s terribly, terribly tempestuous, the tender brown of her gaze dulled to a flint-black in the dark. she finds her mouth opening, an unconscious discomfort sitting in her molars, aching and beating. she can hear her skin around it and thinks endlessly about how it’s just the biggest organ on the whole body, but who categorized an organ? did god give them that name?

(she’s a little delirious. her nostrils flare. she recognizes that she shouldn’t bite, shouldn’t sink nasty little fangs deep into the hand that seeks to pacify. her esophagus burns when she swallows every sour breath)

she lets the silence hang in the air, allows the writer’s words to remain. her eyes close languidly and open. her eyelids thump where they sheath inside her skull.

eyes roll up to lazily meet again, her posture slack as a ragdoll, eyes bruised a deep, sunken midnight like abysmal indigo. her nose barely escapes breaking. her jaw clicks when she tries to open her mouth wider.

“guess i’ll be canceling my photoshoot.”

she doesn’t intend the venom that seeps from every word, but it does. it drips. and even without malice, the barely contained tension in her frame shudders. she reaches for a cigarette still smoking in the ash tray, trying to distract her fractured fingers.

[detectim]

going insane thinking about the months and months that 13 y/o t.im had to train before being let on missions and how much stricter b.ruce and a.lfred probably were on him than they were with the other robins

[homochihuahua]

Listen you people, in Gotham they have the equivalent of BrownieGod alright?

So Jason loves a god brownie, and Dick, the ever loving teasing boyfriend has made a custom order for Jason's birthday OR Valentines day. He, of course, has had something naughty written there (god forbids maybe even a picture? With that hamster eating a banana with "i wuv you daddy uwu" text), maybe "the best daddy in da world" or something idk okay be it anything you want to imagine.

The desert is delivered. and maybe Jason is on speaking terms with Bruce at the time. So by god knows how the brownie ends up at Bruce's hand in some miracle way, and now he is confused at what this is or who sent it? Is this a gag gift from one of the kids? Or from Selina making fun of him?

Long story short drama happens through out the story only for this to be the way Bruce found out that Dick and Jason are dating and that Dick calls Jason daddy, which adds more to his confusion as Dick is older than Jason???

[angstandhappiness]

LMAO YES

he's barbie he's just ken

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[martyrbat]

batman: shadow of the bat #65

[ID: Batman sitting criss-crossed underneath a grotesque on a building. He's overlooking the city with his elbows resting on his knees and hands clasped in front of him, his thumbs sticking out to be pressed to his chin as he's deep in thought. His face is completely hidden in shadow and leaving only his white cowl lenses visible despite his body being fully shown. Behind him, lightning streaks across the rainy night sky. The narration boxes read, ‘The storm hasn't let up for hours. Neither has he.’ END ID]