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lost-batarang · 1 year
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Damian, meeting Two-Face on patrol: So, Dent. You're the one who father chooses?...
Two-Face:.....Who're you? Look, sorry Robin, but I'm not fucking your dad-
Damian: Tt. He could've done better than you, or any politician.
Two-Face: Politician?..eh?..What?
Damian: Truly pathetic.
Batman, swooping down and taking out Two-Face's henchmen as he lands: Apologies, Harvey.
Two-Face: Bruce?? Who is this sassy, lost child!? And why is he trying to fight me- I fought you called off your war-hounds, or robins- or bats, whatever you have.
Batman: Harvey, this is my son, Damian.
Damian: The son of Batman. Never the son of Dent.
Two-Face:...Yeah, cuz' I've been looking to adopt a violent, rude, brat. So this kid's like?? Another of yours?? How many do you have, Bruce?? How do you keep count of their birthdays?? And why are all of them vigilantes??
Batman: Alfred keeps count of their birthdays. I always know how many kids I have, Harv, call it father's intuition-
Damian: He just assumes whoever is in the manor or with him on patrol is someone he adopted. I have had to remove multiple children from the manor, who got lost on Halloween while wearing Robin costumes.
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croren · 2 years
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Bruce hasn’t seen his best friend in years, could you tell?
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gothamsglam · 1 year
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"To whom does this night belong to?
Tomorrow's night is neither yours nor mine
Pick up the moon and toss it
Your face is heads and tails is my life"
~ Ishq Shava (rough english translation)
i love this song so much and all i could think of was bruharvey so here we are
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penelopwgarcia · 10 months
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"you with the dark curls me with the watercolor eyes" but make with every love interest bruce ever had
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guthraiel · 1 month
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guys do we fw batman x two face or nah
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mr-waynes-dab-pen · 2 years
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Sometimes I think about he lost potentional and time of Harvey Dent and Bruce Wayne and cry
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deadsetobsessions · 5 months
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Danny’s Wayne adoption bait. The guy that owns the bodega knows it. Everyone and their mothers knows it. Danny, on the other hand, had no clue. To be fair, he had just crash landed in this dimension a week ago and his back was still sore from the weird design the car had.
(It’s only three weeks of homelessness later does Danny realize that he crash landed on the Batmobile. Whoops. Oh well. He’ll blame it on Clockwork if the vigilante asks after repair costs.)
(Bruce, on the other hand, is scouring the streets for this kid the car cams caught- oddly static filled footage- because his mind jumped to the worst case scenarios: a suicidal meta or a meta being threatened or a meta in a trafficking scheme or even worse all three at once and Bruce just can’t because there is a child in danger, he doesn’t have time to sleep.)
Danny rubbed at his back, eyes going watery at the memory. Sure, his wounds have healed over by now but the- heh- phantom pain is no joke. He shuddered, huddling closer to his threadbare hoodie. His only saving grace from getting jumped while walking the streets of Gotham at night is his invisibility and intangibility. Also, he’s floating, so “walking” doesn’t apply to him.
He’s gotta check on the kid he saved yesterday from a mugging, so Danny hurried along to the depilated apartment complex the kid was squatting in. Turning visible and tangible as he turns the corner, Danny glanced around for Amy.
“Danny!”
“Hey, kiddo. Doing alright?”
“Yeah! Come meet my gang!”
Danny felt his eyebrows rise to form Jazz’s exasperated look. Ouch. Waving the pain of losing Jazz away, Danny smiled at the excited girl.
“A gang? I wasn’t aware I was being brought to your almighty group.”
“Yeah! Uh, you actually helped a bunch of us so…”
Danny thought back to all those times he punted crooks away from robbing kids and shrugged. Yeah, what Amy said was likely.
“Kay, kiddo.”
She scowled, and Danny didn’t have the heart to tell her it looked more like a pout.
“You’re just a teenager.”
“Well, you’re a just a kid.”
Danny cackled as she chased him down the street, trying to kick his shins.
Life is good, even if he’s homeless and hungry.
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“Jason.”
“Old man.” Jason mocks back, pausing his tasks. He waits as Bruce struggles to put his thoughts and feelings into words.
“There’s… a meta.”
“In Gotham?” Jason tilts back, hands halfway to his guns as a silent offer. Bruce shakes his head.
“A child. In Crime Alley.”
“In my turf?” Jason’s disquieting demeanor quickly swapped to a protective one.
“Trafficking, I think. Male, black hair…”
“Shit. Get Dickwing back here, he’s good with traumatized kids. I’ll go look for him.” Jason’s already moving, mind filtering through the kids he knows might have information to offer.
Bruce nods, shoulders relaxing. Jason smacks down the lump in his throat at the subtle sing of trust. “I’ll get Oracle and Red Robin on it.”
Jason morphs from Jay to Red Hood in one smooth step, helmet firmly placed on his head. He grunts in agreement, slinging his legs over his motorcycle. He roars off, mind half filled with tearing apart whatever traffickers dared to shit near his territory and the other half filled with worry for this possible kid.
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Danny, as the Bats become aware of his existence, hands Amy and her kiddie gang a bag of fancy beef jerky.
“Try these with peanut butter, it’s kind of good.”
Amy stares at him, the judgement of an eight year old more piercing than anything he’s ever experienced.
“You’re fucking weird-”
“Language!” He squawks.
“-but sure, whatever you say, boss.”
“Boss?!”
The kids ignores his alarmed face.
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camenxi · 13 days
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love the batman ships where, batman autistic ass always never notices the other liking him one way or another like (like the other flirting with him, etc) . it just flys over his head i think we should do it more perchance.
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satoshy12 · 5 months
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Jack and Janet Drake are Jack and Maddie Fenton.
But they are like Two-Face, a massive two-person personality with their own life, and similar.
So. While Jazz and Danny were born with a Fenton personality, Tim was born with a Drake personality. That was the reason they had no idea about the other family or children.
After the plane crash, they fully forgot about their Drake lives and just lived as Fentons.
The way they remet was as Danny had gone to Gotham with his class, and Bruce, being well Bruce, did a DNA test as the boy looked so much like Tim.
That was how Poor Tim learned that his parents are alive and have a massive split personality.
+ So Wayne visited Amity Park to meet the Drake's and Fountain's. Jazz was shocked, but it made much sense in her eyes.
Danny is happy to be a big brother! Only to learn he is the youngest...
And Tim, he needs therapy and help—no, Jazz, not from you.
Bruce, well, he likes Maddie and Jack much more than Jack and Janet Drake. And would help them.
And yes
Damian likes Danny and Big Sister Jazz much more than Tim, and it's kind of funny.
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fandom-whores-world · 5 months
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Remarkable 3
Batfam x Neglected! Reader
Chapter 2
Prologue , Part 2
Hey guys! I’m back! After seeing how popular this series became I knew I had to shift my focus to it! I hope you guys enjoy Part 3
You woke up the next morning, and everything went the way it usually did. Alfred knocked on your door to announce breakfast, Tim walked right past by you in the hall, and the rest of your siblings made plans you would never be invited to. You finished up breakfast quickly, thanked Alfred for the delicious food, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and then were on your way.
Instead of taking the limo to school with Tim and Damian, you preferred the less stressful option of riding your bike to Gotham Academy. You hadn’t really cared much about going to school with Tim, but now that Damian was about to enroll as a freshman a part of you wished you had gone to school in Metropolis. Damian was a difficult person to deal with on the best of days, since his status as Bruce Wayne’s only legitimate son gave him more than a big ego. But the truth was you really just didn’t want another Wayne brother to have to compete with. At least if you had gone to school in Metropolis you would have been closer to your best friend Kara.
Kara and you had become fast friends when you first moved into the manor. She would tag along with her cousin, Clark Kent, who had a close relationship with your father despite living in a different city and having very different occupations. According to Kara since you were the same age it was a sign you two were meant to be best friends. While you didn’t really believe in things like “signs” you were glad to have Kara in your life. She was kind, funny, strong, but most importantly she saw you. It didn’t matter to her that you weren’t a prodigy like your brothers. She loved you for you, and that meant the world.
You sighed before chaining up your bike outside of the school. ‘What’s done is done’ you thought as you approached the large marble building of your school. Even if you didn’t like going to school with Damian, there wasn’t anything to be done about it. After his elementary school graduation Damian would be attending Gotham Academy whether you liked it or not.
As you entered the school building you noticed a large group of students crowded around the announcement board. You tried to catch a glimpse of what they were looking at, but there were too many people in the way. Eventually you found your friend Olive in the crowd and asked her what was happening.
“You haven’t heard (y/n)?” She pulled you to the side of the crowd whether there was a small gap just wide enough to see the poster that had caught everyone’s attention.
“Your father is coming to give a speech about running a successful corporation”
You whipped your head around in shock. Olive continued talking, but all you heard was static. Your mouth felt like cotton, your ears started ringing. You were about to start spiraling, but before you could you felt a hand clamp down on your shoulder. You turned around and saw Olive looking at you with worry.
“Are you okay, (y/n)? Maybe you should sit down? Come on, just a few classes before lunch with Kyle and I”
She guided you away from the crowd and the board so that you could calm down.
“Homeroom is about to start (y/n). Why don’t we head to class?”
You nodded mutely, but your mind was still on your father. You may not fight for his attention anymore, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t affect you. You knew that as soon as the event was over everyone would be swarming you and Tim for info about your father. While Tim may not like being pestered with questions at least he wouldn’t have to reopen all those wounds of neglect you would.
Eventually you must have reached your homeroom because Olive started to waving at her boyfriend Kyle and pulled the two of you over to where he sat. Kyle smiled warmly at you and her before gesturing to the seats around him.
“Don’t leave a poor boy alone guys”
Olive laughed before putting her bag down and sitting next to him. The three of you were desk mates with Kyle sitting closest to the window, Olive in the middle, and you in the isle. Seeing that they were waiting for you to join them you shook your head free of the negative thoughts that filled your head
Eventually the three of you settled into a light conversation over one thing or another, and before you knew it the class had started. You were grateful to have Biology as your homeroom since it is one of your best subjects. When you first moved to Gotham you had wanted to be a Doctor like the men and women who took care of your mother before she passed. While you didn’t want to be a Doctor anymore, you were still reaping the rewards of study from your childhood dream.
The class came to an end, and after that the rest of the day went by in a haze. By the time you realized it you were on your way back to the Biology Lab for second homeroom. You had left your book bag open by accident, and a girl pushed by you knocking all of your school supplies out in the process. She threw out a half hearted apology and a tight smile before rushing by. You decided not to let it bother you, even though there were very few students in the hallway the hall is very narrow which made it difficult for you to pick up your things without getting in someone’s way.
Eventually you decided to wait for your classmates to trickle out of the hall before grabbing your things. When you were almost finished picking up your things you heard some footsteps approaching the hallways. You looked up and saw the Dean of Gotham Academy turn into the hallway while talking to none other than Harvey Dent. You were incredibly surprised to see him again so quickly after the party. While you were staring the Dean finally became aware of your presence and moved to introduce you to him, but before she could Harvey stepped forward and held out his hand
“Ms. Wayne, it’s a pleasure to see you again after the gala”
You laughed awkwardly before accepting his hand and giving it a shake.
“It’s nice to see you again to Mr. Dent”
The Dean noticed your familiarity with Harvey Dent and started going on and on about your accomplishments at the school.
‘She’s probably looking for a donation’ you wryly thought.
The whole time Dent just nodded his head and listened with what seemed like rapt attention. Eventually the two started to wrap up their conversation. Once again Harvey turned to you, and started to chat
“I don’t want to seem pushy, but it really would be nice to have you work with me. Have you given my offer any thought?”
You bit your lip and fidgeted awkwardly before finding some inner courage and saying
“I want to take you up on your offer please!”
Dent gave you a million dollar smile, shook your hand, and said
“Congratulations, kid. You’re my newest intern! You start Saturday at 9:00 a.m. Don’t be late!”
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indy829 · 8 months
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lost-batarang · 1 year
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'Harvey Dent - Beginnings.' (8k Characters) (BruHarvey)
Bruharvey fic I'm working on. This'll be a slow-moving fanfic, just FYI. Try and update atleast weekly, but I've had some bad personal things going on recently and might not be able to update all the time. I'll reblog it every update.- And let me know if you find any spelling errors, I try to proofread but I'm not the best at it. Also Harvey's origin of two-face is very, very different due to the fact I'm unsure of how to write his current one in a way that's not absolute garbage.
Harvey readied his tie and brushed off the dust of his pristine, brand new brown suit he bought specifically for this event. "This'd be the one to win over Gotham." He said to himself. He walked down the stairs and headed towards the door, locking it as he leaves. He leaned against the brick walls of his ageing household as he waited for his ride to arrive. He reached for a cigarette, taking a lighter and cigarette from his pocket. He smoked for a while, before his ride reached him; an old friend promised to bring him to the event. Bruce Wayne promised. Bruce Wayne didn't make it. He was 'busy' with Wayne enterprises. Again. "Bloody hell. Is this what our damn relationship means to him? He can't even show up to my major event…Bruce, you poor sod." Harv thought to himself, a depressing feeling washing over him. He got in the black, sleek newly-bought car, a gift from Bruce, and told the driver the directions to the event. Halfway to their destination, Harvey asked the driver; "Hey. Did Bruce- How was Bruce busy? Y'know, with Wayne Enterprises." He said in a disappointed tone. "Busy? Bruce is always busy. We're not told how, or why, but he's always busy; But not busy with Wayne Enterprises." Replied the driver. "Not with- Bruce…What the fuck are you doing?" Harvey spoke, turning off the intercom, cutting of conversation between him and the driver as they arrived at their destination. Harvey left the car, tossing the driver some coins as he left. The coins didn't seem to be worth much- but they were vintage, and worth much more than what they seemed. Harv heads to the backstage, readying himself for his speech to the people of Gotham. Then, he heads off to speak. "People of Gotham city. Crime has been surging, with recent reports of twisted, sick, villains like 'Joker' committing horrendous crimes all over Gotham- But I want you, my people, to know one thing; Gotham will be safe. We will protect it. We will get past this- this blight on the city. Joker will be charged for his crimes, and likely killed for them. We're Gotham's children. We've been through worse than some clown fucker terrorizing the streets in a purple suit- We'll endure this. I know we will. It is of upmost importance to me that you all are safe, and I'd be willing to die to ensure your safety. Me and Bruce Wayne- wish he could've been here, but he had important business to attend to- have partnered together to create a project to rid Gotham of homelessness. To supply the struggling citizens of Gotham with food, water, and a place to sleep safely. For once, ol' Brucie is using his wealth to do something productive, am I right? Ha, still, Wayne Enterprises has been a massive help for Gotham, and I'm happy to collaborate with Bruce Wayne. And…That's all." Harvey said, the crowd of people cheering and clapping for him as he leaves and heads backstage yet again. He feels proud. Hasn't felt that in awhile, with the little progress all his projects were actually making. Still; there's hope for Gotham, and Harv isn't gonna stop until that hope is visible to all of the city.
Harvey called a taxi and headed back to his house, unlocking his door and changing into some more comfortable clothes- a simple, plain t-shirt and some trousers. He reached for his phone, and called Bruce Wayne. It went to voicemail. "Bruce, you bloody idiot…" He said under his breath, sighing. "Hey Bruce. If you get this message- uh, voicemail, I'd like to let you know that the speech went great. Would've been great if you could've made it, but hey- being a CEO must take up alot of your time nowadays. I was thinking maybe we could hangout- go for a coffee, sometime, like we used to. After all, if we're working on a project together, we may aswell get to know eachother better.- Speaking of the projects, our partner project isn't going so well. There's been interruptions- major ones. The homelessness project is gonna have to be delayed for longer- If we could get the Joker off the streets and into the grave, we could have a real shot of saving this city, Bruce. It's just…this city makes it so damn hard to love it. But I do. We do.- Or atleast, we're trying." Harvey left the voicemail, turning off his phone and microwaving a pasta for himself. He sat at his kitchen table and ate his pasta as a cool breeze washed over him; he'd left the window open. Again. "I'll close it later." Harv said to himself. He ate his pasta, threw the plate in his sink, and crashed onto his sofa, falling asleep. He's too tired to go to his actual bed. This'll do for now.
Harvey wakes from his sofa, and immediately goes to check his phone for a response from Bruce; he reaches the messages, and…nothing. Bruce hadn't even bothered to respond. "Fucking- Ugh, Damnit Bruce!" Harvey yelled, throwing his phone aside. He holds his head for a moment, breathing deeply to calm himself. He's going to meet Bruce and find out what the fuck he's been up to, even if it kills him. Harvey puts on his suit from yesterday's event, throws on some shoes, and leaves without even doing his tie. He forgets to lock the door, heading straight to call a taxi; going to Wayne manor. He'd always show up uninvited when him and Bruce were closer. Usually by sneaking through a window. Harvey smiles slightly, thinking of those fond memories, as his taxi arrives at the manor. Harvey's smile quickly fades as he sighs and heads to the door; he knocks, but no answer is given. Not even Alfred. "Alf?…You in there? I'm here to see Bruce." Harvey says to the door in a confused tone. "Everything okay in their, Alf? Bruce?" Harvey continues, beginning to worry. "I- I'm coming in." Harvey draws his gun from his suit pocket; a necessity when you're an important figure in Gotham. He shoots the lock, blasting the door open. "Bugger-" Harv says before firing, the gunshot alerting many in the area; although in Gotham, gunshots aren't usually something you should follow, or inform anyone about. Or you might be in more trouble than it's worth. Harvey barges into the manor, holding his gun close to his side. "Bruce?…Bruce, I don't want to intrude- but well, I'm intruding." He says as he steadily walks up the manor stairs, scanning the area as he walks pass. Then, he looks at the clock near the top of the stairs; the handles are stained with blood. Harv rushes over to them without a second thought, whispering to himself as he investigates the clock handles, "Aw Bruce…you better be okay, mate." He says, worried as he moves the clock handles just enough for the clock to move and reveal a new, hidden part of the manor. "Jesus- What the fuck is this?" Harvey says as he walks through the hidden entrance, and then begins to call for Bruce; "Bruce! Bruce, you okay!?" He cries out, just as Alfred walks past with his hand over an unmasked, injured Batman. "Bat- Bruce!? Bruce, what the fuck!?" Harvey yells, running over to Bruce. "Harvey, it's not what it-" Bruce tries to say, but Harvey cuts him off; "I know what it fucking is. This is why you've been busy, isn't it? You're the damn Batman? Bruce, you could've told me- we can do so much for this city with you as the Batman! You've been stronger than the GCPD, and more effective than any of our projects- This, Bruce, this is great!-" Harvey speaks, before Bruce interrupts him, "Harvey. Please, this needs to be a secret- I can't have you involved in this. You could get killed. This is dangerous work, and I don't want you getting involved." Bruce replies, Harvey stopping for a second. "Bruce, you- This, I'm already in dangerous business, Bruce! I'll respect your wishes, but please, consider working with me. We can do so much for this dying city if you'll just listen!" He says, leaving the batcave. "But I'll respect your wishes, as a favour to an old friend." Harvey heads out of the manor, returning to his house. He collapses on the sofa yet again, and falls asleep after a couple minutes of screaming into a pillow and trying to process what happened- and what he could've said better.
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harmleikurdraws · 10 months
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Do you have anything for bruce and harvey by chance? (gonna just... slide into ur kofi on friday)
I was thinking about some private school au if that's interesting in any way for someone? Idk, still working on it.
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xgoddessoffandomsx · 10 months
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I'm playing DC's Heroes and Villains and this is all I can think about after unlocking Harvey
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ilovelosermen69 · 8 months
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We not stopping until he looks like this
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shyjusticewarrior · 4 months
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DC Comics Incorrect Quotes Pt 244
Rose: You really have a mortal enemy?
Jason: In fact, I have sixty one of them. Would you like to see the list?
Harvey: Oh say no, say no, say no.
Jason: You just got off the list, would you like back on it?
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