The Wayne doll house
Have some haunted doll au, since it's been bubbling away in my mind.
The bat cave is large and sprawling, many layers and tunnels and hollowed out cracks in the walls. It takes many years to fully reinforce to prevent stray kids from tripping into stagnant waters or fall down crags as he once did. The doll cave, as it becomes known, is in one of the deepest, darkest corners, one where the lights of the furnished caverns above don't reach.
It's one late night sitting at the computer when it suddenly occurs to Bruce that his first encounter with a doll was at the well entrance, many levels above.
There was nothing there when he went back.
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The justice league stared at the subaru. The subaru, having no eyes, did not stare back.
The seven of them had just finished a very long, arduous mission, and narrowly escaped government censure after the base they'd been raiding had turned out to belong to some corrupt official. With the alert up, they couldn't escape through city airspace, or even in their hero suits.
So civilian it was.
Batman had hotwired some bloke's car while the rest of them ducked into alleys and shop bathrooms, but the problem remained. There was seven of them. And five seats.
"I can shift into something more suitable for being carried," suggested j'onn, "but I believe one of us might have to hide."
"Foot well?" Hal tried, and everyone looked around at the tall, bulky, broad heroes.
"Think they'd have to go in the boot," Barry finally said. Everyone immediately turned to him. "No."
Batman spoke up before the discussion could devolve.
"I think.... I would be best for that."
The team stared.
"Batsy?"
Having no lungs meant he could not drag in the tired sigh he wished, but whatever force allowed this body to talk was capable of approximating something suitably resigned.
"As I am, I am... incapable of fully passing as human. It would be best if I remained out of sight."
"So just? Go change? I swear we won't be weird about whoever you are under the mask. Even if you're like, bald."
"Thank you, Wally, but I'm afraid I'm being serious." Reaching for the mask in broad daylight was unpleasant, but the glue and wires held as he gave it a few thorough tugs. "It doesn't detach."
Everyone stared. Clark reached out as if he wanted to check, but withdrew.
"Do you even have a civilian identity??" Oliver eventually asked. "Because at this point I'm genuinely not sure."
Wayne Enterprises and Queen Industries had a meeting that same evening. "Hn."
"Can we go back to the 'incapable of passing as human' part?!"
"We can discuss it in the car," he snapped, stalking past Barry and popping the boot. "In case you haven't forgotten, we're on a time limit."
For once, that seemed to encourage them, and batman, with great dignity, folded his joints and cape into the small space, ignoring Hal's mutter of 'what kind of contortionist -' as he slammed the lid. With a little shuffling he managed to activate his comms.
"I will inform the watchtower of our delay."
"Batman, they're tapping all outgoing signals, you can't -"
"It won't trigger," he interrupted, before he twisted his consciousness and sent it spiralling across the country.
Bruce awoke with a groan, stretching his limbs and taking a moment to marinate in his annoyance before he reached for the comm and voice modulator on the beside table.
"Batman to watchtower, we've encountered delays. If the Texan state government calls we haven't entered the state in six weeks. Batman out."
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"Alien?"
"No."
"Reanimated corpse?"
"No."
"Uh... Demon?"
"Hm. No."
"You're not just a meta human, are you?"
"No."
"Vampire?"
"No."
"Robot??"
"No."
"Batsy, please, someone's got to win the bet eventually. How do we even know you're not lying?!"
"You don't," Batman said, not looking up from his paperwork and Flash groaned, letting his sticky notes fall to the floor as he buried his head in his arms.
"One day," he bemoaned to the keyboard, "one day we'll figure it out."
"Until then please keep your eyes on the monitors."
Flash groaned again.
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Robin ducked under superman's arm as he scuttled down the corridor, laden with the night's haul of snacks. The real problem wasn't getting them - stopping league members from raiding the kitchen would be extremely counterproductive - but keeping them until he could return home to his human body to eat them. Batman had started searching him each time they left and it was really cutting into his daily sugar intake. Unfair! Just because he didn't actually use energy to stay up my night to fight crime, it felt like he did!!
'Oh, you're broken, Robin, oh, don't go out until the glue has fully set, Robin' his arm was fine! It wasn't like there was much crime to be fought on the watchtower anyway! At least not physically.
So he was pretty pleased with himself until he went to set the snacks down and found that the tar like glue they used had soaked through the sleeve and gotten all over his chocolates.
With his other hand, he tried to pry them off, wincing as the wrappers tore and stuck. He tried to shake it, ignoring the way his elbow rattled in the joint.
"Come on, come on - aw, cheezits."
The arm fell off. Robin stared despondently at the limb, surrounded by torn wrappers and dripping black glue where it connected to the elbow. The sour stink of formaldehyde filled the air.
He was going to be in such trouble with Bruce.
The click of the door jerked his head up.
Flash stood in the doorway, wide eyed. Robin stared back.
Flash screamed.
Oh yeah @dehydratedmockingbird have a thing
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Gideon the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 11
so sorry it took me so long to get to this chapter, i've been very busy with university!
Gideon, i love you, but your weakness for hot women is going to be your downfall 😭 i know she's pretty but Coronabeth is bad news
oh its Fight Club time
Magnus your dad joke puns are terrible, and of course Gideon appreciates them
Jeannemary challenged Magnus to a duel when she was five, thats adorable 😭 also she is such a moody teenager, i have become attached to these minor characters way too quickly
on one hand, Magnus and Jeannemary's whole mentoring dynamic is quite sweet, but i can also see what Harrow meant earlier about not wanting to become 'appendix' to the other Houses, it very much feels like the Fourth is under the Fifth's control here
hell yeah Gideon thats my girl, show off your swordfighting ⚔️ even with the disadvantage of being in full robes, which really doesn't seem very practical
love that losing to Gideon apparently sparked a whole mid-life crisis for Magnus
Gideon why do u have an irrational hatred of lip balm
and i was right, Naberius is a dick. worse than that, he's a dick who's technically more skilled than Gideon
oh she just straight up punched him!! Good for Her. even if its not a great decision in the long term its very satisfying. Corona is less pissed off about that than i thought she might be though, interesting ...
'I want to fight like a real cavalier' good for Jeannemary, i hope she gets to live her dream of punching people
and of course Harrow was creepily watching Gideon get her ass kicked, what else would she be doing with her time
Me @ all the posts on my dash with the 'the locked tomb' tags i have filtered rn:
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tw major character death; angst; and the general gore of a zombie au
you know what’d be a heart wrenching story that i’d never write? an apocalypse au with rin whose sole purpose is to find sae. the world is ending but all he can think of is his brother.
he finds you by accident when he pops into a neighborhood to scrounge for more food. you’ve barely survived on your own, your group leaving you behind when you had sprained your ankle. you’d been gifted with a week’s worth of peace to allow yourself to heal and regain your strength for a solo journey.
but rin’s arrival attracts a stray zombie into your home. it’s unexpected and you put up a decent fight considering your condition but rin comes, beheading the zombie without a word. he stares at you and you hardly register that resounding thump of the lifeless thing that falls just a few feet in front of you.
he doesn’t ask questions. all he does is appraise you with his eyes, look you up and down, lingering only for a moment on your bandaged foot, before throwing the steel bar off to the side and walking out the door.
and you can’t help but latch onto him. his coldness is contrasted by an unspoken kindness. he’d reacted to your screams, recognized your need for help and left your shelter untouched so that you may keep whatever resources to yourself. he tries to rid himself of you, but you’ve survived this far. your tenacity will not stop here.
so you become his unwilling partner in his journey. and this whole time, you believe that rin is looking for family, for a semblance of love and comfort in a land of ruin. rin talks of a childhood full of soccer and a brother who would buy him ice pops.
then you actually find sae and rin’s immediate reaction is to pummel him to the ground with a deathly intent. this whole time, it had been a journey of revenge.
but the commotion attracts zombies. a swarm that’s far too large for any of you to take on but the brothers are able to work together and fend off the enemies.
then, at the end, sae reveals that he’s been bit. and rin is so furious he’s crying. he’s pissed at his brother who he’s spent his whole life trying to catch up to and this is the most disappointing reunion. it’s nothing he’s envisioned and it’s unsatisfying but sae only places the gun in rin’s hand and with the most bittersweet expression, stands before him.
“now’s your chance, little brother,” sae says and rin’s just shaking in anger. and he realizes he’s never been angry at his brother but he damn sure is angry at the fucking world. “go ahead and kill me.”
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