#because if Bruve just got over himself

[quantifiableme]

i read somewhere some Batman critique that the BatFam can never truly be cannon, because to do so would make Batman happy. And in a story structure, Batman can never be happy because then his story would be over.

The other critique explains it better, but structurally Batman was created as an antithesis to Superman and other hero’s of them time. The shame involved in the sacrifice of vigilantism, and the idea that things may never get better, but you need to try anyway. Its an important message. And ironically, to ever make Bruce happy would go against this message.

But as a fan, I love my Bat siblings and all of them hanging out. And from the interpretation above, only Bruce needs to make the never-ending sacrifice. The Robins can be as happy as they want.

So, in the event I ever write a Batman comic (I won’t, don’t worry), I think I would lean into this.

Batman adopts the Robins to give these little orphans a second chance at life. Batman is allowed to succeed in this, however Batman himself cannot find comfort in it.

Another critque of the Batfam is how big its getting. (If we include Batgirls and any other Batman sidekick, we get like 12 orphans sitting at that table.) So we lean into that too. Bruce wanted the Robins to have a second chance at life, but he was also the only one able to give them that childhood AND ability to find justice. So he became BatDad.

However, that’s no longer the case. Now, Batman has built a team of vigilantes, a family if you will. The Robins can depend on each other to create that second chance life they want, and in turn the old Robins gain a new purpose.

And now. Bruce doesn’t need to be apart of it. Sure, he’ll fund it and send a birthday card, but he was never good at getting close to people. (Dick always reminded him of that.) His children have each other now. They have their second life with everything they need.

And Bruce can…go back to how he was.

[dakiddowndastreet]

HERE WE GO AGAIN

LEMON & TANGERINE x Reeder

Platonic

First ever Fanfic, please show mercy on me. Any tips for writing fanfics will be greatly appreciated. There is no smut in this fic for clarification and maybe (probably) in the future I will make smut but for now let’s stay with the basics.

Assassins/Code name = C/N

DISCLAIMER I AM DYSLEXIC

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Panic rushed through your veins, as manic hands ran through your own hair. Did you miss something… NO! NO no n…o… You don’t think you did. I mean this job was so simple there’s nothing you could have possibly messed up. It was impossible.

You where basically coughing up you own blood because of that blond prick with a stupid fucking bucket hat. I mean dear god if you weren’t about to pass out then so save us all on this train you will fucking do now.

“C/N?”

You slowly look over to see who said you code name.

“Lemon?” You said in a bit of a slushy manner.

As the taller assassin walks over to you, you thought it would be a great time to watch the inside of your eye lids. Your head hit the ground, hard … very hard. You didn’t feel it though, it happened just as fast as you waking up in another cart, from the previous one you where in.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW HER LEMON!” You could hear a strong English accent yell as your eyes started to flutter open. “I HATE TO FUCKING BREAK IT TO YA MATE BUT I KNOW EVERYONE YOU KNOW AND I DONT KNOW WHO THE FUCK THIS WOMAN IS!”

The loud screaming was fining you more of a head ache then you already had.

“Tangerine bruve I’m gonna need you to chill the fuck out” I recognize that voice, I could recognize that voice anywhere. “CHILL OUT , CHILL OUT , DONT YOU FUCKING TELL ME TO CHILL OUT!” The man took a deep breath to steady himself , as he grites his teeth you heard him say “You just brought some random girl NON of us have ever seen before into the cart like it was nothing and you expect me to HELP HER. I don’t even know who she is AND DO NOT tell me you know he OD I know you don”

“Lemon?” You said out loud. Only focused on the man you where referring to. The taller white mans head spun into your direction so fast , you definitely could feel that whiplash, …Yikes.

“Heeeeeyyy mate you alright love? Looks like a nasty black eyed you got there C/N” lemon said stepping closer to where you sat in the dining cart of the bullet train. “ You don’t need to tell me that Lem” You slowly and steadily got up and looked at lemon in the eyes. “It’s been a wile old friend” you said with a smug smile on your face. Even though your face was in agony.

He smiled at you wildly and didn’t bother to go in for your hand shake you where offering. But he gave you something you so much more desired. A war hug. “Im all right”. “Really” you said with concerns in your voice “huh? What do you mean?” Lemon said with confusion smeared on his face “Well last time I heard of you . Apparently you where all left”

God that was cheesy but hay it made Lemon laugh and you would take that anyway over the cringe of a bad joke.

“What the fuck is this”

“Here we go again” said lemon with annoyance laced on his face. “I told ya I know her, you just don’t like me having other friends but you , huh?”

This must be tangerine, you’ve heard about him … an lot, most people can’t tell how much Lemon looks up to him brother, but you definitely do. If lemon ain’t talking about Thomas the tank engine then he is talking about his brother. It is quite sweet to be honest.

You do remember the day that you pet lemon, it really doesn’t feel that long ago but god it must be about 8 years now, sure u never really see him, and you met him by dumb luck at a bar one night. ‘Aparently’ tangerine had gone off to flirt with some girl and you started talking to lemon because you liked his lovely tie. He has never let that true go since, because every couple of times you see lemon, he is wearing the tie. Funny huh?.

Part 2?