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The Man Who Killed Bat-Man -- Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne fic exerpt

I posted an excerpt of a fic in 2023 that I figured I would never actually write here.

And then, somehow, I wrote like 30,000 words of it accidentally. Whoops! So the story is live now. Here's an excerpt:

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The handshake ended, and I couldn't fight my smile back down to size. "Walk me out?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Sure. Why the hell not?"

The walk down the hallway was quiet, but not uncompanionable. Or I didn't think so. Getting a read on Wayne was difficult.

At the front door, I gave him a salute. "I was being serious. It was an honor, sir." His lips parted, but he said nothing to that. And I had overstayed my welcome, I figured.

I smiled, turned, opened the front door to a beautiful, blue sky and Wayne's unloved and rustic front yard. I stepped down, shifted my satchel and started walking. I wanted to look back, cement in my memory proof that I'd met one of the more influential people in my life, but I kept my eyes facing forward and kept walking.

"You didn't get your story," I heard from behind me, that grim and gravel voice.

"Guess I didn't," I said. I slowed, but didn't stop.

"Won't your paper be cross?"

"Lawyers will probably be happy," I offered.

"And you?"

I stopped then. "Hm. I got to meet you. My Ma never raised me to be greedy. It'll have to do."

I heard Wayne's gruff snort of amusement. 

"Come back tomorrow. Bring coffee. Good stuff, not swill. Not before 1:00 PM. I sleep in."

I smiled, even though Wayne wouldn't see it. My heart was racing, but I schooled my voice to say, "Yes, sir."

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You can read the first chapter here:

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One More Plastic Fix -- Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson fic excerpt (explicit)

The curve and stretch of his body leaves him open to kisses, little bites from Bruce; those white, even teeth nipping at him from time to time; never in a rhythm, always a surprise. 

He wants to bury his hands in Bruce's hair, tilt his face up to his, look him in the eye and tell him he loves him. He doesn't, but it's fine. It's probably fine. Bruce knows. Bruce has known since the beginning and Dick has never had to say a thing.

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"Cloven Tongues Like as of Fire" -- fic excerpt Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

"Look. Not to be sappy, but I'd be there in an instant if I could. So, yeah. Call. Text? I mean…keep in touch."

Jason kissed him, rubbed against him so sexily, and said, "Sure thing. Send me hot nudes," against his damp lips.

"You're an idiot," Dick sighed, but he found the idea sexier than he let on.

"Mm," Jason agreed. "I'm practically illiterate. Can't read a bit. I'm a visual learner, cupcake. That's why I need pictures. Have mercy on this poor, orphan child."

"By sending you nudes?" Dick gave him a withering look, eyebrow high, but Jason only batted his eyes at him cartoonishly.

"France will be so much better if you just spam me lots of pictures of your body. How good are you at photographing your ass?"

"I'm not sending you nudes."

Jason gave him a suddenly menacing, crooked smile. "Then I'll just have to make sure I remember. Burn it into my memory…"

"What are you doing?" Dick asked as Jason flipped him easily, then kissed his way down his body. Dick stroked his hair as he moved lower with purpose, loved how soft the strands felt between his fingers.

"Taking a tour. Mental pictures, you know? We were trained to notice things and remember, right?"

"Well, yeah, but you've seen all this before." Dick huffed out a laugh when Jason sucked gently on the skin beside his naval, a ticklish, wet sensation that he liked far too much.

"Not nearly enough," Jason said, then easily flipped him over again. Dick was no pushover, and he was a solid guy, but it was insanely hot how easily Jason could manhandle him. His big hands were hot and confident as they tugged down his boxers, letting the elastic ride against the top of his thighs where they met the curve of his ass. 

"My, my," Jason sighed. "Looks good enough to eat." Dick felt breath along his skin first, and then the graze of Jason's lips before the gentle pressure of teeth made him yelp. 

"Oh, my god. Did you just…just…" He craned his head back to look at Jason's satisfied expression, how his lips hovered over his ass, a promise in the sensual curve. The glint in his eye was telling all on its own.

"Take a bite? Yes. You're fucking delicious. Want me to stop?"

Dick thought. Swallowed. His heart was beating loudly. "No."

Jason flashed that wicked smile at him. "Right answer."

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In case it seems like every third comic has Batman in it... you're not wrong. He's been in 38.6% of DC issues since 2020, with a stark increase of 8% each decade since the 90s and surpassing Superman in popularity. Despite this, there's been a massive drop off of comics where he is teamed up with Superman or a Robin (although the amount of group team ups between Batman Family members has increased, as well as Nightwing solos).

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DPxDC Police Officer Wes

"Excuse me, sorry, Mr. Batman, sir!"

That's definitely not a voice he knows. Bruce halts in his steps, aborting his usual retreat into the shadows, and turns back around. Commissioner Gordon, who was still in the process of wrapping up his small talk with Tim - the term 'grumpy banter' would describe their conversation more accurately at this point, but Bruce knows better than to argue with the two over semantics - also turns around, pausing in the middle of the sentence.

A ginger haired boy, wide-eyed and obviously either nervous, starstruck, or both, is staring at him from a few feet behind the Commissioner. Bruce can see a few more faces peeking from behind the half-opened door to the roof, all of them filled with anticipation. He knows two of them: detectives that work directly under Gordon, Isaiah Vasquez, and Tasha Kuznets. The third one, a black man in his forties, also looks vaguely familiar, but Bruce can't recall a name.

Yet, he knows absolutely nothing about the ginger, who hasn't blinked once since Bruce noticed him and is now biting on his lips. But he is wearing a police uniform, so, possibly, a new hire?

"Weston, get out," Jim sighs, waving a shooing hand at the boy with a look of barely concealed exasperation on his face. Definitely a new hire, then. That's the level of annoyance he reserves only for the overachieving rookies that he begrudgingly likes but never admits to.

"I-" newly named Weston starts but cuts himself off. Then, he takes a deep breath and straightens up, "Just one question, sir!"

"Weston, I swear to God," Commissioner pinches the bridge of his nose, lifting his glasses up a bit. But Tim tilts his head to the side, looking in the ginger's direction and raising his eyebrows. His domino mask hides it, but Bruce knows his menagerie of kids well enough to see that he is at least a bit curious about the boy. So he turns back around fully and inclines his head, giving Weston his attention. He doesn't mind talking with those rare few members of GCPD that Gordon likes.

Weston perks up like a very eager dog at the sight of a treat. In the contrast lighting of the BatSignal, his hair looks like it's on fire.

"If you don't mind, was the 'Smiling case' relevant to Joker in any sense?" The boy asks, loud and clear - maybe even too loud - with his unblinking gaze still glued to Bruce. Like he is afraid that if he closes his eyes for a moment, Gotham's vigilantes are going to disappear without a trace.

It's not a question Bruce expected, to be honest. The 'Smiling case' was closed just a few days ago, Gordon was still not done with the paperwork, as far as Oracle's records went. A murder of three, where all victims had some badly drawn clown makeup on them - post-mortem makeup, as it turned out, the murderer tried to deceive the investigation by trying to cover it up as Joker's doing. Only, he didn't do a good job at it, all the Bats were way too familiar with the Mad Clown's signature style. Not to mention that Joker was still securely sealed in his Arkham cell.

Bruce turns to look at Red Robin. He was the one working on the case, so Bruce gives him the choice of answering or not. Tim jerks his shoulder, looks the ginger boy up and down, and then shakes his head.

"Aside from a poor attempt at leading the investigation in the wrong direction, no, it wasn't," Tim shrugs, "The guy isn't even a Gothamite, he knew of Joker only from the rumors and media. And the clown faces were a makeshift cover-up."

Weston visibly deflates at the answer. Bruce watches in a slight amusement as Tasha nudges the other officer, one he doesn't remember the name of, in the shoulder, and stage-whispers, "Pay up." The older man huffs and disappears behind the door, followed by Isaiah.

"Thank you, Mr. Red Robin," Wesley nods politely and takes a step back, his eyes darting to Gordon. Tim snorts a laugh but doesn't correct him. Commissioner, though, gives the boy a long, dreadful sigh.

"Is that all, officer Weston?" He asks, not even bothering to hide his 'tired dad' voice.

The ginger nods again, "Yes, Commissioner Gordon."

"Then get out of my sight before I make all your shifts double," Jim commands, and Weston nearly runs back to the door with a speed that makes Bruce involuntarily think of speedsters. Must be the red hair.

Tim turns to look at the Commissioner right as the door to the roof slams shut behind both Weston and Kuznets.

"Who is he?"

Bruce is also a bit curious now. New recruits in the GCPD are nothing out of the ordinary, but Jim seems to know this one personally, and Kuznets, who is one of his trusted detectives, seems to also like the officer.

Gordon briefly huffs and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his coat. It's quite chilly today; Bruce makes a mental note to switch everyone to their more insulated suits. Scarecrow is currently out on the loose. It won't do any good if any of the Bats went down with a cold.

"Wesley Weston, fresh out of the Academy," Commissioner sighs, but, somehow, Bruce gets the impression it's not a sound of simple exasperation over a new officer eager to prove himself. Jim proves his assumptions by looking around the shoulder to make sure the door to the roof is still closed, and continuing, "Born and raised in the middle of nowhere, Illinois, but GCPD was his first choice. He explained it as having a few friends living in the city, which, unfortunately, proved to be right."

Bruce frowns and grunts, alarm bells ringing in his mind. Deliberately choosing to work in Gotham despite not being from here can be caused by many reasons, and nearly none of them are good reasons.

"Unfortunately?" Tim inquires suspiciously, also with a slight frown, but Jim waves them both off.

"No, he's got nothing to do with any of the criminals. It was the first thing I checked when he mentioned 'friends'. If anything, he's quite on the opposite; he'd make a great detective one day, what with his countless conspiracy theories, determination and the insane urge to dig up every single detail known to mankind," he laughs a bit, and Bruce notices a slight, teasing twinkle to the Commissioner's eyes behind his glasses. "On his second day here, the boy went and plain told me he knows that Batman is Bruce Wayne and that he's saying that because he knows I know and he is aware we're working together."

The alarm bells in Bruce's mind turn into sirens. They never discussed the matters of Bats' real identities with Gordon - Bruce had his suspicions that the man knew it and simply kept his status quo. In all fairness, James Gordon didn't make it to Gotham's Commissioner by sheer dumb luck, so all the Bats kind of expected him to figure it out one day.

But Jim knowing who's behind the cowl is one thing. A new, out of town officer is quite another.

"What did you answer?" Tim asks with an easy smile, but Bruce sees the barely noticeable tension in his shoulders.

Gordon nearly grins, "I didn't believe him, which turned out to be exactly what he expected. He also told me of some kind of a familial curse - he called it 'Cassandra's curse', I believe you're aware of what it means. And then, when I naturally expressed my doubts, proceeded to show it in action. Believe me, it works. Sometimes, it even works too well," the man looks to the side with an amused huff, "That's why officer Weston is strictly prohibited from voicing his opinions on any of the ongoing cases outloud. Detective Kuznets almost missed some critical evidence because of his input once."

Cassandra's curse, Bruce has heard of that saying before. Granted, he never thought it could be a real thing, and he is not intending on starting now, not before he investigates the matter thoroughly. But he does trust Jim - years and years of working together would do that to people - so he simply nods in understanding, leaving the matter of supernatural aside for now.

"What about his friends?" Red Robin asks again, and that causes Gordon to wince momentarily.

"That, I believe, was the cause of his performance just now. One of his friends runs an occult shop, and the other one loves to hang around our forensic scientists and coroners occasionally," the man waves their immediate frowns off again, "I don't go into the morgue often, but I heard he's good at finding out the causes of death by a few looks at the body. And they run a lot of bets between them three," Jim shrugs nonchalantly, "The last one was about the 'Smiling case', I take it."

"Any reason to worry about them?" Bruce can't help but ask. It's not unusual for people to be weird in this city, and running an occult shop and hanging out with pathologists are not exactly reasons to go through background checks when they've got much more pressing issues on their plate. Namely, Scarecrow: it's been more than a week since his escape, but none of the Bats have heard anything about him yet. Oracle is already busy enough with that and the current uprise of gang activity in the Narrows, there's no point in piling even more work on her shoulders just because of some gossip that rubs Bruce the wrong way.

Gordon, thankfully, doesn't take his question lightly and pauses, scratching his chin.

"No," he finally concludes after some thought, "They are a bit strange for non-Gothamites, I'll say that, but in terms of this city? They are no stranger than my neighbors from upstairs." Gordon doesn't tell them to leave it alone, Bruce notices. However, it's probably not because of any doubts he has; the Bats just have a habit of tripplechecking everything anyways, and who would know that better than Jim Gordon?

A quick glance to Tim proves Bruce's thoughts. Red Robin, despite the mask, looks thoughtful. How many cases is he already working on, seven? Bruce makes another mental note to ask Alfred to cut his caffeine intake. It might be a bit hypocritical of him, what with his own plans to send a few messages to JLD about the 'Cassandra's curse', but Bruce excuses himself as the adult in the family.

Commissioner Gordon clears his throat.

"Do you want me to turn around so you can make your mysterious escape, or-" he starts, but both vigilantes are already gone by the time he finishes, "-or not, okay."

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a list of torchbearer things.

a list of all the insta posts over the months that i've found of the torchbearer :) most of these are from the profiles of the actors for the torchbearer, you can refer to this post for a list of them all ^^ *inhale*

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(a thank you to clairemation for being the one to send me the last one :D)

there's probably more that i'm forgetting or haven't found yet lol, but i digress

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I was there at the end

"If the thing that you love no longer does that for you, if it’s making you worse, you can let it go. It may be part of you, but it doesn’t belong to you."

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Mrs. Claus opens "The Year Without a Santa Claus" by claiming the eponymous year took place "before you were born". Seeing as the movie was released in 1974, this means the year must have been before then.

Bounding this on the lower end is the presence of ice hockey - mentioned by Heat Miser - and the use of telephones. Ice hockey was invented in 1875, while Alexander Graham Bell built the telephone in 1876, meaning the year must post-date these. These figures give a range of approximately 100 years during which Santa may have taken his holiday.

Yet, narrowing this further is the presence of a December calendar counting the 1st to a Wednesday. Between 1876 and 1974, only the Decembers of 1880, 1886, 1897, 1909, 1915, 1920, 1926, 1937, 1943, 1948, 1954, 1965, and 1971 started on a Wednesday.

But still this can be narrowed further.

When Santa set out that Christmas Eve, we see what appears to be an almost full Moon in the sky. Within the years listed, only 1920 had a full Moon on Christmas.

Ergo, 1920 was the year without a Santa Claus.

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Bruce’s Love Language

Buys you rare and expensive gifts

Flies you on his private jet

Buys you an apartment and arranges for your honeymoon

Buys the company you work at

Buys back your childhood home

Superbat Master Collection

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Ignis chilling at night (｡◕‿◕｡)

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Final Fantasy XV | ▶ dev. Square Enix

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Asker 3: I meant Cruise given the olympic context lol sorry, wasn’t sure if you knew much about Assassin’s Creed. Delightful sight either way, you do great art and I really like how you made Arno

asker #3, if ur still here (hopefully u can see this lol): its canon. this is how an interaction between those 2 would go :) (source/original from instagram)

sorry for the lack of updates these days, ive been kinda busy with school :,D

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giant doodle dump! i'll get back to making stuff for this blog soon, i just have a few more things i need to finish :)

in the meantime, here are some doodles i've made of the characters! the ones in the middle are of the phryges, they'll show up in a proper post soon ^^

the last drawing are some draft alternate designs of jeanne and phantom inspired by arcane! i might color it, who knows

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a list of torchbearer things.

a list of all the insta posts over the months that i've found of the torchbearer :) most of these are from the profiles of the actors for the torchbearer, you can refer to this post for a list of them all ^^ *inhale*

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(a thank you to clairemation for being the one to send me the last one :D)

there's probably more that i'm forgetting or haven't found yet lol, but i digress

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The New Superman Trailer

This was the funniest trailer I have ever seen. I laughed for about two minutes straight and then, later on, remembering the trailer made me laugh again. I laughed until I cried and my stomach hurt.

Was it supposed to be funny? I'm not sure. Maybe? There's just no way they put that corny, dramatic overly-serious music over those bland, trite, silly visuals and were hoping for anyone to feel moved, inspired or interested in this.

So it HAD to be done for comedy reasons. Tongue-in-cheek. A sendup to modern cinema? A bit of scathing commentary on superhero movies? Regardless, the chuckles were welcome.

I am DESPERATELY waiting for the day the internet denizens have to come out of the woodwork and reanalyze the Synder Superman movies and the Lex Luthor in that universe simply because this one is even flippin' worse. I think he has fans for some reason, but that Nicholas Hoult guy is just a terrible actor. He has the range and delivery of the lowest tier CW actor. His facial expressions in the trailer spanned a very small scale from confused, to bothered and confused. Genius.

Also, the idea that you can't diss a movie just from watching the trailer is a silly one. The trailer is an advertisement to see the movie. If the ad fails, then why would I pay to see this or think of the movie in a positive way? People who say things like, "But you haven't seen it yet! Wait for it to come out!" must be poor as shit after buying everything they see in a commercial, even if the commercial showcased a poor product. And all in the name of giving it a chance for...'reasons.'

It is not my job to give movies a chance, especially not movies from a company and director who have squandered all their chances. You vote with your ticket, people. Every time you give a movie like this a chance, are disappointed, and then wonder why five more just as bad get made, have I got news for you...