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Summoning the Cat
DP X DC prompt by @im-totally-not-an-alien-2
Danny attempts to summon his sister via a ghostly spell circle as a prank but instead keeps accidentally summoning the bat boys of Gotham instead. He even accidentally summons Bat-cow instead when he tries to summon Cujo. Annoyed and confused, Danny disconnects the summoning quickly each time. Finally, when Plasmius takes an attack a little too far, Danny attempts to summon his mom to snap some sense into him. Instead of summoning Maddie Fenton he summons Selina Kyle who had a lost a child that was hers and Bruce’s when the child was baby. Turns out Danny is a SelinaxBruce baby. 4812 words
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Selina Kyle, known in certain small circles as the infamous thief Catwoman lept from one building to another. She landed in a neat roll that was almost completely silent. From there it was but the work of a moment to crack open the sky light and lower herself down into the apartment below her. Now usually she would enter her apartment through either the front door if she was out of costume or through the balcony door if she was. Of course, this wasn’t Her apartment.
Some rich tool, regular attendee of both the galas hosted by the Waynes and the Iceberg Lounge owned by Penguin. The owner was a gambler, a sleazeball and utterly corrupt. More than all that though, he was a braggart. He made the great misfortune of bragging at one of the Wayne’s Galas about illegally importing a rare Egyptian statuette. The statuette, predating the pyramids, was beyond priceless. Not that Selina planned to sell it. It was just something far too pretty to gather dust in some prick’s private display when it could be in her own display instead.
She bypassed the security almost effortlessly. She didn’t even need to break a sweat as she broke in, stole the precious cat statue (and numerous other valuables, no sense wasting an opportunity after all) then broke out and retreated to the neighboring tower. She was just about ready to gloat over her victory when she felt a presence join her on the roof. She dodged on instinct as a batarang whizzed past her head.
“Catwoman, that doesn’t belong to you.” A gruff voice said from the direction the bat shaped blade had come from.
“Well it does now, handsome.” She replied far sweeter as she turned to face Batman.
He emerged from the shadows, his customary glare firmly affixed to his face. She smiled at him and playfully adjusted the zipper on her skin tight suit. Despite all of his iron will power he still couldn’t help a glance at her generous cleavage.
“Mom?”
Her eyebrows pulled down in confusion and she glanced around the rooftop. Batman strode toward her, his usual imposing figure ruined by the fact that she had seen him completely naked and that she wasn’t paying attention to his attempts at intimidating her.
“Catwoman, you need to return what you’ve stolen. And come in for questioning about the missing diamonds from Starlabs.”
“Mom! I need you!”
She whirled around. There was a tugging sensation on her heart as she heard those words she had desperately wanted to hear for so long. Fifteen years had passed since she had last had hope of actually hearing someone call her that.
“Selina? What-?”
“Can it Bats.” Selina snapped as she tried to follow the tugging on her heart, but she couldn’t find any source for the voice.
Green mist began seeping out from around her feet, forming a circle on the rooftop and the tugging grew stronger. The mist was rising up and obscuring everything around her. She could only barely make out Bruce’s growing look of concern.
“Mom! He’s going to kill me!”
“Alan?!” Selina all but shrieked the name of the boy that had been taken from her. (Name borrowed from BatCat Spectre on AO3, Check it out!)
“Selina!” Bruce shouted just as the toxic green mist fully filled her vision and the tugging sensation grew to encompass her entire body. In the seconds she had she adjusted her costume for combat and bared the claws built into her gloves. If Alan was calling her for help, he would find her ready and willing.
“Mom, please hurry!” The voice that had sounded distant and distorted suddenly grew close and clear as the mist began to vanish from her sight.
Selina spun on her heel quickly taking in the boy cowering in the corner wearing an oversized NASA hoodie and the vampire? that was standing over his huddled form. Years of thieving and going toe to toe with the Bats had left Selina with incredible instincts and she used them now as she reacted. She raked her claws across the figure that towered over her son multiple times, drawing blood across his back, chest and face. She didn’t know if the sedative laced in her claws would affect this kind of creature, but the slash certainly got its attention.
The being immediately spun, faster than any human could move to grab her around the throat. She dug her claws into his hand and wrist, digging for his tendons even as she was lifted off her feet with one hand.
“Ah. The infamous Catwoman. This is who you summon for help? And here I thought you were calling your mother. You know very well, Little Badger, that Maddie has better things to do than come to your rescue.” The vampire said, seemingly unaffected by her ripping his hand to ribbons. “But I must thank you for delivering her. When I overshadow her I will have the best thief in the world under my control.”
Through her fading vision she could see his eyes glowing with a red light and could feel some strange force pressing down on her mind, even as she went through all the exercises Bruce had taught in how to resist mind control.
“You don’t get to touch her!” The same young voice that had called for her before shouted out.
Then her vision was once again filled with overwhelming, toxic green light. She fell to the ground released from the hold on her throat and the pressure on her mind disappeared in the same instant. She gasped for air then stood and braced herself for combat.
“Oh, Ancients! I’m so sorry!” The boy, who looked so much like Bruce cried as he jumped to her side to make sure she was alright.
Selina looked around for their assailant but all she could see was a smoking hole dug through the building. She couldn’t help but let her eyes widen at the clear power Alan possessed.
“I was trying to summon my mom to come and help me, but for some reason you came instead. It’s like when I tried to summon my sister and I kept getting all the different bat boys from Gotham. Like I got Nightwing and Red Robin. I even got a cow once when I tried to summon my pet!”
The boy kept talking at a rapid pace as he checked her for injuries. If it weren’t for having been around Dick when he was Robin she might have been able to understand Alan as he was speaking. Selina felt a chill around her neck that eased the pain in her throat. Something in his words stuck out to her.
“Did you try to summon your sister or your sibling?” She asked, looking over the boy curiously.
Warning bells were ringing in her head as she examined him. He was far too thin and for how tall she and Bruce were he should be much taller at fifteen, almost sixteen. He had dark bags under his eyes and cuts on his face. When he came to her side he moved with a noticeable limp, and he held one of his arms awkwardly close to his body.
“Uh. Sibling I think. Ghost Speak applies more weight to title than gender. Wait, why are we discussing summing semantics when Plasmius is still out there?”
“Plasmius?” Selina growled the name out even as her mind was racing at his words.
He had tried to summon his sibling and had gotten Dick and Tim. He tried to summon his pet and had gotten Bruce’s pet. He had tried to summon his mother and he got her. She mentally preened as the thought occurred to her. Whatever summoning ritual he had used clearly knew he was her family. But she still had the current problem to deal with before she could celebrate finding her son.
“Yeah Plasmius. Vlad Plasmius, floating vampire wanna-be, with the terrible dress code of someone who slept through the last century even though I know he was born in the eighties at the latest. He’s way more angry than he usually is but he’s obsessed with my mom, er, my uh, adopted mom. So I thought she would snap him out of it. Now come on, I need to break the ritual connection and send you back before you get hurt again.”
Alan dragged her back towards the glowing green sigil on the ground, but Selina dug her heels in and stopped him. He looked past her, desperation on his face, but he must have hit this Plasmius harder than he thought because he still wasn’t back.
“Alan, you called for help. Do you really think you’re going to just send me away?”
“Wait, Alan? Why are you calling me-? Never mind. I promise I can handle him myself. He’s never beaten me before no matter how close it’s gotten and I’m sure I can handle him now even as angry and nuts as he is now.”
“Absolutely not! I lost you fourteen years ago, I’m not going to turn my back on you now!”
The poor boy seemed frozen by her declaration. He had stopped trying to pull her towards the sigil, his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide. Worst to her was the anguish on his face and the tears starting to shine in his eyes. What was wrong with Alan’s life that he had never had someone to protect him before.
“Now, tell me how to fight this guy, and quickly!”
He looked at her for another second, seemingly trying to read her very soul before he nodded. He stepped back from her and a blinding ring of light covered his body. Selina panicked for a moment before the flash of light vanished and Alan reappeared. He was floating, and all of the color had been bleached from his appearance other than his previously blue eyes turning a bright toxic green, but she could still tell that he was her Alan, just like she had been able to tell from the moment she set eyes on him.
“Ok. I didn’t want to show you my powers, but I can’t risk you getting hurt because I’m not doing my best.” He quickly floated over to a backpack in the corner and dug something out and tossed it to her. “Put that on! It will protect you from getting overshadowed. Er, humans call it getting possessed.”
Selina briefly examined what she now saw was a quite frankly hideous bracelet. This is exactly the type of trap someone who had never been bossed around by Batman would fall into, just slip on the bracelet that is said to protect you from mind control and immediately open yourself to actual mind control. Bruce would never put the bracelet on without a hundred questions. It was exactly the type of trap Selina was going to jump into. She had to trust the feeling in her heart and the look in Alan’s eyes that he wasn’t going to hurt her. She snapped the bracelet around her wrist.
“Oh perfect.” Alan was visibly relaxed seeing her protected, and he immediately stood back up and grabbed her hand to examine her claws. “So Vlad Plasmius is a ghost. He can phase through materials and turn invisible. If he disappears be careful but he should still be visible on thermal vision as a warm patch. He has a flame core. Your weapons and armor aren’t going to do anything, you only got those early attacks off because he was surprised.”
Alan examined her claws for a moment then nodded to himself a smirk on his face. Another chill spread across her hands, even colder than what she had felt on her neck. Ice formed around each of her fingers and spread up her wrist to her elbow. Her usual claws were now covered with massive talons that were supported all the way down to bracers that formed on each wrist. Selina couldn’t help but feel proud at Alan’s clear skill with his powers. She wasn’t sure where or how he had gotten powers, but now wasn’t the time to ask.
“Phantom!!!” A voice growled from the smoking hole in the wall. Alan turned to look, fear clear on his face before he returned to examining the rest of her body suit. Ice continued to flow from his hands in blue waves until almost every part of her was covered. “Phfffffffaaaaannntooommm!!!”
The lingering call seemed to be coming from every direction. Catwoman looked down at herself and was even more impressed at the ice armor her son had crafted for her. The ice was still light enough that her usual, very acrobatic, combat style wouldn’t be affected, yet covered her with leg and shin guards, arm guards and pauldrons and a flowing almost mech like armor on her torso.
“Daniel! This is enough. You just need to listen to me and do what I say!” Plasmius shouted.
Selina flexed her claws then darted to the side of the hole just before a pair of glowing red eyes shone into the room they were in. She looked over at Alan and now saw him standing almost fearlessly as his enemy entered the room.
“I heard dear Maddie and that oaf, Jack had you down in their lab recently!” Selina decided to let Plasmius monologue as she navigated directly behind him. “And yet you’re still loyal to them and not to me!”
Alan, Selina guessed he was known as Daniel here, grimaced at Plasmius’ words and she scowled, furious at him taking that tone with her son. She crouched, ready to pounce, waiting for the perfect moment.
“Maybe all you need to learn your true place is to spend some time in my lab. I could do it too, fill jars with your organs and blood and leave you to rot on my lab table, just like your parents did!”
Selina’s horrified shriek was the only warning Plasmius had before her claws were in his back and her weight was bearing him down to the floor. She rent his back as she pummeled him with her knees. Plasmius tried to buck her off but Alan, or Daniel grappled with him from the front. The ice on her claws and on her knee pads allowed her to tear into him. She tried to ignore the green that now covered her claws. She and Alan fought side by side keeping Plasmius on his toes and unable to use his more significant powers.
Plasmius blasted Selina back and fired another blast at Alan. Selina shrugged the blast off with her armor, but cried out as she watched her son fall. A metallic cylinder flew through the air having been knocked from Alan’s grasp by the Plasmius. Selina caught the cylinder out of the air, a brief glance told her it was some kind of mechanical… thermos?
“Mom! Use it!” Alan’s desperate cry snapped her back to reality even as Plasmius slammed into her son. Selina had not mourned her son for the past fourteen years for him to get hurt on her watch. It only took a moment for her to figure out the “ON” switch for the thermos and she aimed it at the man attacking her son. With a scream of rage and a flash of light he was sucked into the thermos and Selina was left alone with her son. She immediately fell to her knees at his side where she could see he was holding a burn at his side.
“Alan? Or do you prefer Daniel?” She asked, trying to keep her voice soft and gentle.
“Uh, Danny actually.” He said with a smile that could have been from her own high school yearbook. “Though, Alan… might not be so bad, eventually.”
“Ok, Danny, are you ok? Do we need to get to a hospital?”
“No!” His shout startled her, but she didn’t let herself pull back from his side. “I can’t go to a hospital, they’ll turn me in, they’ll tear me apart.”
His voice fell away in a broken whine and she immediately curled her body around his, holding him tight. He started to shiver against her and she could feel sobs start to rack his too tiny body.
“That will never happen again, do you hear me? You were taken from me when you were a baby and I thought you were dead. But you managed to find me, you’re so smart, so clever, you found me and I’m here now and I-”
Her words cut off as a green mist began to again swirl around her. Danny looked at her with sad eyes.
“I’m exhausted. I can’t maintain the connection anymore.” He hesitated, looking away from her for a moment, before he looked back at her with an earnestness that startled her. “Are you really my mom? My birth mom?”
“I am.” Selina spoke with more confidence than truth, but she didn’t care about truth, or DNA checks or anything the Bat would insist on. She felt it in her heart. This was her baby. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” The mist was swirling around her faster and faster, she did everything she could to stay focused on Danny’s face. “I’ll find you. I promise you, I’ll find you!”
The green mist filled her vision and for just a moment she could feel skinny arms wrap tightly around her before the sensation faded along with the mist. Far too soon she was back on a rooftop in Gotham, breathing in the smog, still holding a thermos filled with someone who had threatened to disembowel her son. Selina threw her head back and howled her grief and rage at the sky that Danny wasn’t here any longer. She pulled the cowl of her costume off her head so she could dash tears from her eyes.
“Selina? What happened?” Bruce’s gruff voice made her whirl around and he almost got a face full of ice covered claws.
“Take me to the cave.” She stood on slightly shaky legs, clutching Danny’s enemy to her chest.
“Catwoman, you’re not acting like yourself.” He tried to stonewall her, but she was not having it. Danny was out there, exhausted, injured and was being abused by the people who should have loved him.
“Take me to the cave Bruce!” Selina snapped at him, already moving towards where he had parked the Batmobile. “And get your little listeners on the line, our son is out there, alive but in an abusive situation and I won’t allow him to get hurt any more.”
The ride back to the Batcave was spent with Bruce mostly in a paranoid and sullen silence. She didn’t care. She just didn’t care. She loved Bruce, he was one of the most important people in her life, but their son, the baby they had made together, was even more important to her. Instead she spent the ride filling in Oracle with everything she knew.
“His name is Danny, short for Daniel. His adoptive parents are named Jack and Maddie. They own a lab. A lab they held my son prisoner in.” Her voice broke and Batman almost drove off the road. Selina took a moment to gather herself, fiddling idly with the bracelet Danny had given her to keep her safe. Surprisingly it was still with her and the icy armor she was wearing wasn’t melting at all. The cold from the armor didn’t even feel uncomfortable. “He has wavy black hair, Bruce’s eyes, and my jaw. He’s about 5’3”, interested in NASA.” She leaned over to grab Bruce’s arm. “He’s too skinny, our kitten is too skinny.”
The Batmobile thundered into the Batcave where to Bruce’s surprise most of the rest of his kids were waiting. Alan’s siblings in another life. The knowing look they sent her made her think that Oracle must have been keeping the rest of them updated as she spoke. Red Robin was typing away at the Batcomputer while Robin leaned over his shoulder looking at the screen. Signal was probably still in bed. The two Batgirls, Black Bat and Spoiler leaned casually against each other nearby. Selina was surprised Nightwing wasn’t here. He, Red Hood and Oracle were the only ones who had really known that Alan had existed, much less that he had been taken from her and Bruce.
Selina struggled with the armor Danny had made for her for a few minutes while Red Robin and Oracle searched for anyone who matched the description she had given in their systems. Eventually Cass and Steph joined her to help her shed the armor. They were both curious about it even as they helped her out of it. They, like her, ignored Bruce trying to integrate her about what she went through and check her for known mind control elements. It’s Cassandra who notices the bracelet on her wrist, something she would normally not be caught dead in. She examines it then lifts her eyebrows in surprise. She twists Selina’s wrist so she can see the bracelet where a logo is placed.
“Fenton… Works. Fentonworks. Fentonworks!” Selina cheers as she reads the name out loud. Surely that could help them find Danny. “Search Fentonworks!”
There is a flurry of typing after her announcement both from Red Robin and from Oracle over the coms. It only takes a few more minutes of keys clacking, the noise grating against her already frayed nerves for Tim to cheer. She is at his side in a moment, looking at a hideously designed website for Fentonworks. Were these people incapable of actual aesthetically pleasing designs? The heavily modulated voice of Oracle began reading out information and coordinates of a city called Amity Park.
They were getting more and more information, images flying across the screen of the Batcomputer. The Drs. Fenton. Their research and experiments on Ecto-entities. Their children, one biological Jasmine Fenton, one adopted true age and name unknown, renamed as Daniel Fenton. His social media was pulled up, where it was clear he went by Danny, his close friends Samantha and Tucker. More and more information, but Selina was staring at the picture of Danny like a man in a desert staring at an oasis. That was her boy. That was her son. He had called her for help, she had told him, promised him that she would find him again and she had.
Suddenly the screen went dark. From the cries of anger and annoyance from the two boys it was clear it was not because of them. She looked over and saw Bruce near the power button for the screen, his cowl pulled back so she could see the suspicion in his eyes.
“Selina, you’re not acting like yourself.” He said slowly, calmly. As if he were talking to a wild animal. “I think it would be best if you lied down, and I can call Martian Manhunter to check your mind. Our son vanished fourteen years ago. Survival rates for kidnapped children are miniscule for that length of time. Also our son couldn’t be a meta, neither of us have the meta gene. This person is manipulating your emotions. Probably to extract information from you.”
Selina couldn’t help a sneer crossing her face. She regretted taking off her ice claws and armor. She would like to see how well the new attachments fared against the armor Batman wore.
“You can be a paranoid bastard all you want. I’m taking one of your planes to Amity Park tonight.”
Bruce tapped at something on his wrist computer. Her sneer curled up into a snarl, presumably he had just locked the planes. How dare he treat her like one of his Robins that he could just ground whenever he wanted to. Especially when their son was trapped in another state, injured and exhausted.
“No.” Bruce’s curt answer cut into Selina’s already thin patience. She was about to start screaming when another voice cut in.
“It may not be up to your decision any more, father.” Robin said, looking closely at his own wrist computer. “It looks like Richard rendezvoused with Todd at the secondary Batplane immediately after finding out about this person. As soon as they had coordinates they took off.”
Bruce turned the monitor back on to reveal one of the locator beacons from one of the other Batplanes already leaving Gotham airspace.
“Oracle. Shut the plane down remotely.”
There is a long moment of silence of the coms before Oracle hesitantly rejoins the conversation.
“I’m not going to do that.” Bruce looks like he wants to angrily reply but he is cut off as Barbara continues. “Catwoman knows enough about the risks of mind control to know when she’s being influenced. If there’s even a chance that there’s a child trapped in an abusive situation like she described, blood relative or not, meta or not, that child deserves to be freed from that situation. Red Hood and Nightwing are capable. They can retrieve the boy on their own.”
Jason’s own modulated voice came through the coms next.
“Don’t worry B, I’m here to restrain Dickiebird’s murderous impulses. We’re going to rescue our little brother, we’ll bring him home, Selina.”
Selina walked up to the computer and pressed the com button there.
“Be careful boys. His adoptive parents aren’t good people.” She hesitates, the desire so strong to tell them to make the Fentons pay, in blood if necessary. But she can’t do that. She can’t ask them to go against their code for her. “Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
“Understood, Selina.” Dick’s voice came through next. There was none of his usual cheer in his voice. “We’re switching to stealth mode now that we’re away from Gotham. We’ll be radio silent until either we have him safe and secure or something goes badly.”
Red Robin responds to the sign off. Selina can’t hear any more. She paces. Alfred convinces her to change into her civilian attire. She even showers on his recommendation. Then she’s back pacing the floor of the Batcave, her hair still damp. Red Robin eventually retires for some much needed sleep. Cassandra and Stephanie fall asleep cuddled together in their civies in the cave. Bruce the miserable, paranoid bastard just watches her. Every turn of her pacing she has to look at him. He’s still glaring at her, still thinking she’s been brainwashed or some such nonsense.
Hours pass.
Long hours of pacing. Long hours of flight over the midwest towards Amity Park. Long hours where Danny is hopefully safe and resting from his fight with Plasmius. Long hours where she could only pace and hold the thermos that held Danny’s enemy. The man who wanted to cut her baby open.
The passing hours strained every last iota of her self restraint. She wanted to slap Bruce and scream at him for his pigheadedness. She wanted to let Plasmius free and shred him to pieces under her claws. She wanted to pull up the flight data for the Batplane and track it across the country, even though that would be useless while it was in stealth mode.
Finally, just have dawn had broken, when Selina herself was starting to feel a little broken there came a crackle on the coms before a voice joined them.
“Nightwing to Batcave, come in Batcave.” Dick’s voice came in loud and clear, startling both of the Batgirls awake. Selina immediately dashed to the computer, pressing the com button herself.
“We can hear you, Nightwing. Do you have him?” Selina couldn’t keep the desperation out of her voice even if she tried.
“Red Hood and I recovered one Daniel James Fenton, born Alan Thomas Kyle.” Selina could have jumped for joy, even as she wanted to laugh at his subtle dig at Bruce. The actual last name on Alan’s original birth certificate was Wayne. “We’ve also managed to recover his adopted sister, Jasmine, he wouldn’t leave Amity Park without her.”
Selina could feel the tension from the night draining out of her and she collapsed into the computer chair in front of the Bat computer. Bruce stepped up to the consol next.
“What of their parents?” He growled the question out. There was another long silence. Far longer than previous silences before Red Hood’s modulated voice came through the comms.
“They’ll live.” A brief pause then, “Though I did burn down their house. Both of the children insisted and I needed to destroy something after everything we saw.”
“They’ve been in a rough place for who even knows how many years. We’re going to bring the Batplane into the cave, have Agent A on stand-by.” Dick also hesitated for a moment. “Selina, we’re bringing him home.”
Selina could almost sob in relief.
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i read your Danny is a clone of Jason meant to replace him after he died and I was like there is no way Danny would live u der all that pressure with out cracking and a string of dialogue or something for danny rang in my head so here it is :D
“Jason you can’t-“
“That’s not my name.”
“Sorry please repeat that? Don’t mumble.”
“I said that’s not my GODDAMN NAME!”
“Ja-“
“No you don’t get to create me just to replace some kid you failed! You shouldn’t have made me to be your therapy- no sorry you would never fucking go to therapy let me say that again. YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE MADE A CHILD AN OUTLET FOR THE ONE YOU LET DIE. Im not going to be “your therapy dog” to keep you “happy” BECAUSE THATS WHAT I AM TO YOU SOME DAMN THERAPY DOG! IM NEVER GOING TO BE ANYONE TO YOU! He-hell I bet you don’t even look at me like a human huh…? Well guess what this clone that YOU made, you’ve failed IT TOO. JUST LIKE YOU FAILED JASON! ANS GUESS FUCKING WHO I AM? IM DANNY FUCKING FENTON! IM LEAVING AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YO AGAIN AND IM GOING TO LEAVE BECAUSE ANYTHING IS BETTER THAN HERE. EVEN IF I DIE OUT THERE. Because you know what it’s better than being here. Fuck you Bruce don’t you dare even try to get contact.
Feel free to ignore :)
True, Danny would snap under pressure super early, but I'd like to think that even Danny would use a little more discretion or tact when confronting a grieving father, especially since he wouldn't know what's happening at first and Batman wouldn't exactly mistreat him here either (if he was in the right mind and not possessed, which would be another story entirely.)
What is said in this ask is how you gain a free ride to the interrogation room or gain a new enemy, despite how far Batman has fallen. (Or perhaps, I would say that the Bat-paranoia is stronger because of the recent trauma of Batman losing one of his sons?) Danny doesn't need the World's Greatest Detective on his ass and even at his most impulsive, he's also never turned anger towards another person without provocation.
(Danny, despite his faults, is genuinely kind.)
I'm sorry, but I only see Danny venting and provoking needlessly here. Even if Batman is in the wrong, this will do no one favors.
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Hi!!! I just finished reading “at the front steps” and AHHHH IM IN LOVE! I’m such a big fan of your work, and I was wondering if you could write a Bruce Wayne one shot where reader is kidnapped and is recovering from the aftermath (more mentally than physically) and only wants and trusts Bruce and he’s just a big softie and comforts and cares for her???
❝ghosts❞
plot: there’s a split second between dreaming and waking where the dream exists in the real world: the tender loss of a dream unrealized, and the relief of a nightmare severed. your nightmare is still clinging to you.
pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader.
cw: ANGST, established relationship, hurt/comfort, whump, author understands how scarecrow’s fear toxin works but is taking creative initiative, mentions of death, mentions of psychological trauma. reader needs a hug.
words: 1.8k.
a/n: sure thing, honey!! thank you for the request
Bodies twitched in the wake. Back then, Bruce had thought there could be nothing worse than finding you lifeless, another casualty of Gotham’s cruelty because there were many. But Crane wasn’t so simple. It was never life he craved to take away, it was hope.
So when Bruce gathered you in his arms, cursing the leather that impeded the warmth of your still beating pulse, it had been a temporary relief. Your eyes—fogged over like clouds had gathered where the color used to be—had searched for your savior... only to roll back in terror. “You killed him,” you cried, hazy tears a symptom of the fear toxin pumping in your veins, “bring him back. Please. Bring him back.”
They all cried the same. Every single one of them, a chorus of sobs and anger, cursing the name of the Bat. It was his luck that he’d gotten away before the cops started pointing fingers.
And then they brought you home, a shivering thing wrapped in a blanket far too thin to warm you, and you jumped into his arms. There was no leather separating you now. No Bat, just Bruce. Like he’d always been. Like you were supposed to know he was. “You’re alive. I thought for sure... I saw him. I saw Batman kill you.”
At first, your reaction had been normal.
It was no secret to Bruce that Crane’s new strain of fear toxin would be detrimental to Gotham if he could mass-produce it. Older doses had become inefficient, and this new one, the one he’d tested on you and ten other unlucky victims, was much stronger than the antidote Bruce had made to counteract it. Its strength was so staggering that the toxin remained in your system even now, eating away at your subconscious. That’s why the night terrors hadn’t stopped.
Even asleep, your body thrashed and voice screamed until it went raw, until Bruce could finally pull you from the dream realm and back to him, until you saw that he was breathing and that your worst fears hadn’t come true.
You’d seen him die in your mind more than he had in his own. Each night was a new death. Impaled, set aflame, dragged to the bottom of the sea, beaten until his attacker reached flesh and bone and then bone and flesh. The attacker was always the same: Batman.
It was hard to articulate to him at first but he’d put together the worst of it. On top of the victims’ fears becoming realized, a culprit to blame stood amongst them all. He was in every single one. Beware the Bat.
Bruce is quick enough to catch you suppress a flinch when the door opens. The slow sag in your shoulders when you realize it’s not Alfred coming to check on you twists Bruce’s stomach. “You’re not eating.”
The evidence lies on the desk across from the bed. The bread is torn to crumbs, soup splattered over the lip of its bowl. The only survivor of your search was the glass of water, but you hadn’t drank any. You’d told him of a dream where Batman had poisoned you both at dinner.
“‘m not hungry.” You croak with dehydration.
“Will you eat if I make you something?”
“Is Alfred still here?”
Difficult as it had been, Alfred and Dory had adhered to Bruce’s request to stay away from the tower until you recovered. Alfred visited when you slept, but if you ever found out, you might not leave your room at all. “No, it’s just us.” Bruce notices your grip on the blanket loosen a little. He stays put at the door, holding his hand out to you, “I’ll make you your favorite. You can help. If you like.”
You keep your eyes fixed on him as you slip out of bed, as if he would disappear the moment you looked away. You all but rush to take his hand when you finally do stand up.
Before Scarecrow had taken you, your affection had been stupefying. Bruce hadn’t known what it was like to be touched so often and so softly for years until you’d come into his life. You touched him for everything: because you wanted him close, because you saw him in passing, because you felt like it. You’d see his fingers twitch to touch you and encourage him to be as bold, and eventually he was touching you just to touch you too.
And then he’d thought you’d died, had held you as close as his stupid suit could allow, and then you looked at him in that cowl and all but clawed to get away. You’d never rejected his touch before. He’d felt so cold.
It was only Bruce that you yearned to touch now.
Bruce is patient as you examine each ingredient. You turn over the butter in search of glass and then watch as it melts in the pan. You turn down the knob on the stove when you think he isn’t looking because the smoke makes you nervous. You prepare the dishes in plasticware (Alfred’s bane, thank God he’s not here to witness this) and sit where you have full view of the front door, chair pressed up next to his until you’re practically sitting in his lap.
Bruce moves slowly when he touches you these days. It helps not to startle you, because as much as you trust him, there are dreams where Batman makes Bruce kill you too. He lets your eyes follow the laggard movement of his hand until it rests at the back of your head, bringing you close enough for his lips to kiss your temple, “Thank you for helping. You did good.”
You preen at his praise, staying close to his chest, and he takes the opportunity to feed you first. It’s a great feat that you nearly finish it all, and it’s one less thing to worry about in your recovery.
When you tire of the kitchen, you let Bruce lead you back to bed, following after you into the sea of blankets and pillows and clothing you’d siphoned from his closet. You didn’t sleep with your back to him anymore like you used to, instead facing his chest and burrowing into the comfort of his arms.
Bruce had learned quickly over the last week that he’d need to learn how to reassure you through his touch. Even quicker, he needed to learn when to let you go because sometimes it wasn’t Bruce’s touch you were feeling. Somewhere deep in your mind, you recognized that Batman’s touch was also Bruce’s, but it was down deep. Buried underneath only fragments of truth. It had worked out that you could ground yourself with senses Bruce didn’t share with the Batman: his cologne, warm-colored clothes, soft speaking that rivaled the Bat’s gravelly tone.
As you lay against Bruce’s chest in bed, stomach full and the evening sun peeking through partially shut curtains, you take a deep whiff from Bruce’s neck. Bruce pauses in stroking your back. You’re grounding yourself again. Something made you slip.
He waits and wonders how you’ll react.
“Bruce, I'm not stupid.”
Your declaration shocks him. He tries not to let it show, hand still hovering over your shoulder blades, “Of course you aren’t.”
Your hand clenches in the fabric of his t-shirt, and you use the leverage to push yourself up into a sitting position, face looming above his own. “No. I need you to know I’m not.”
Bruce can’t hide his frown from you now. “I know you’re not.”
A few moments pass. He tries to figure out what you’re doing, wondering where things had gone wrong. Had he said something condescending? Did something that patronized you? He hadn’t... meant to make you feel like a child, if that’s what you were referring to. His stomach twists again.
You must stare at each other forever before he realizes there are tears beading at your lash-line. His instinct—always his instinct, barely a thought to process—is to reach out and hold your face, but he has to be slow now. He raises one hand and you reach for it, threading your fingers together, and push it back down into the mattress, “I’m not stupid. I know in an hour you’re going to tell me you have to go to work, and I know where you’re going. I know that you’re... the Batman. I remember. But those nightmares… they lasted for hours. It was like he went inside my brain and tore you two apart.
“Batman had no face, no voice. He was just a monster in that suit. It felt so real every time he killed you. And I know it wasn’t real. But I… think. It’s like I have to dig through the rubble of my brain until I can prove it to myself. And I keep having to prove it to myself. I’m so tired.”
Bruce could cry, too. He was always teetering on the edge these days when he looked at you, broken and beaten down. Black tears had stained your skin the day he found you in the aftermath of Scarecrow’s experiment, and he felt a welling up within him each time that nightmare of his own replayed in his mind.
He squeezes your hand in his tight and tries to speak around the lump in his throat, “I know.”
Your first few tears turn the pale blue of his shirt grey, “I know he put Batman there for a reason. I know he put him in everyone’s fear because he’s... trying to turn the city against you, but I think it’s still haunting me because I’ve always had these nightmares. Every night when you leave me. The only thing I fear more than losing you is losing you to him. I’ve always been scared that Batman’s going to kill you.” Closing your eyes doesn’t stop the torrent of tears in the slightest, but Bruce realizes with muted horror that that’s not your intention. Not when you drop your forehead to his chest because you can’t look at him. You’re not talking to him anymore, “Please don’t take Bruce away from me.”
Thinking of Bruce and the Batman as two different people was not a foreign concept to him. As far as he was concerned, Batman was more him than Bruce Wayne ever was; all of his truth, ugly and shameful as it was, belonged to Batman. Bruce was just... a filter. And yet you loved them both until they blurred together.
All that time you’d spent matching their jagged pieces into one another, and now they were separate again. Forced apart by Crane. It almost sent him into a rage knowing that it was all by chance. Crane hadn’t known how deep these ripples would go. But now you couldn’t help but see him as the man and the monster. That side that felt so truly him now marred in your mind.
It’s all he can do to hold you tighter than he has in days. He isn’t certain you’re even listening at this point with how inconsolably you weep, so he drags you up his body until your face is pressed into the skin of his neck, inhaling and exhaling. Grounding yourself. Bruce hopes you can hear the right voice respond, “I won’t. I promise.”
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Time to show off some doodles of one of my OCs after binging as much batman series as I could, including BTAS, The Batman 2004, Brave and the Bold, the movies, etc. I fell in love with the Gotham Rogues all over again.
I've already made a few OCs, but to start, this one is Mavis. She is a harpy who imprinted on Penguin at birth and considers him her father. He kept her to be, at first, just as another loyal, powerful pet, but soon came to see her like a daughter to him too. Thus, a bird family in crime.
Last pic was my first ever sketches of chick Mavis and Penguin. You could tell I was still trying to figure out how to draw pengie haha!
Penguins note in full:
Note #5 - "Any news of strange phenomena that could be connected to the child's existence came up short. None of my connections had any clue of where she could have came from. The only hypothesis I could come up with is, admittedly outlandish, but not completely out of the question (Im not blind to some of the inhuman things that happen in this city). I refer to beings called 'harpies' from the mythologies. Stories of bird-like women who lead men of all kinds to their deaths, or who torture the damned souls in the underworld. All utter nonsense, but everytime I look at the child, I cant help but think there is something otherworldly about her."
Below is a bit more stuff about her
Name: Mavis (Unofficial) Cobblepot
Age: About 18-19
Gender: Cis Female
Identifies: Pan/Demi
Race: Harpy
Current Living: Gotham City
Allegiance: Neutral Evil - True Neutral
Powers/Abilites:
• Hypnotic Voice: Uses her singing voice to charm and manipulate the minds of anyone in her range into becoming submissive to her under the delusions of adoration for her.
• Typical features as like that of a bird of prey, keen eyesight 10× more than humans, Flying in silence, Can see in the dark, Heightened hearing. etc
• Strong, sharp, powerful talons for feet that can be used not only for attack, but for stealth capturing people (sometimes it's how she carries Penguin in means of escape).
• She is also efficient in knife combat and close quarter combat (for when shes in a finite space too small to fly around in), Knows how to use a gun, but rarely ever uses or carries one.
History: Oswald found her as an egg under mysterious circumstances, not knowing how she even got here or where she came from. Because she imprinted on him already, he decided to raise her and form her into another, stronger one of his loyal pet birds. However, as much as he tried keeping her under the conditions of a pet, Mavis still ended up seeing him as her father. And eventually Oswald, who denied for the longest, felt the same way as well.
Notes/Quirks: Mavis struggles a bit with human speech due to Harpies having different vocal chords than humans, so she was mute along with saying simple sentences for a good half of her life; she is very intelligent however and understands human language, can read and write very well, excels in math and business skills, just takes time talking./ She molts once a year and lasts over 2-3 weeks; it's very itchy and irritating and makes her grumpy the whole time./ She is a carnivorous bird and her favorite to eat is liver.
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thanks for the tag @femininefreyanyctophile !!!
Name - costco. or drew or charlie or henry. depends on who you are to me.
Pronouns - gosh it changes. she/they/it currently
Favourite animal - bats are cool because of batman. but i like dogs a lot.
Last tv show you watched - its always sunny in philadelphia
Least favorite fruit - fucking pears
Last name - wholesale
Last videogame you played - sims 4 wowwoow
Your credit card details - https://rb.gy/auvjv8
How many stuffed animals do you have? - i have three on my bed right now but like 25 in total
Do you own a flag (if yes which one?) - aromantic flag babey. i also have a tiny
What is your ethnicity? - idk man
Name your address - https://rb.gy/j2v7y1
Would you rather die peacefully in the opposite gender or die painfully (physically/mentally) but in your preferred gender (doesn't affect lifespan)? - oh man. die peacefully i guess?
Are you stronger than average? - im on tumblr, do you really think i could be.
Do you own any firearms or weapons? - yeag!!!!!! knives my beloved :3 my babygirl is a brown wood lockback folding knife named karinka :333
Have you drunken alcohol? - nah
Would you say you have many friends? - yes?
Are you in a relationship? - two qprs 💪💪
At what times is no-one at your house? - during the day (i do homeschool) and my mother is at work
Do you have a spare key outside your home? (If yes where?) - check behind your ear bbg 🫢
How close is the nearest bus stop to your house? - not close lmao
What are your favorite passwords - i use ‘tue-toi’ a lot ^^
no pressure tags!!! (tagging the mutuals i dont know as well)
@bassguitarinablackt-shirt @gently-decaying-flowers @acewithobsessions @0ldsmans @khris0l0gy @cannibalistic-vampirefag @definitely-not-a-plant @rainnism @idoocommainfactcommalikedogs
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Perhaps i was a bit harsh in my self-sabotaging opinion on that idea. I thought it had similar vibes to 3 jokers which a lot of people didnt like. Plus i saw the fandom really dislikes the idea of [ sympathetic ] or [ redeemable ] Joker, so I assumed that idea would make you guys cringe
@iambatjokestm , @scabopid
Thank you for such nice comments btw, i felt really nice and , im glad to see you
Tbh its kind of interesting to me too. Flipping the canon while keeping it a bit canon later on.
The idea that maybe the reason why Batman is so fixated on trying to lift the joker up, mayybe because that one Joker he had first met was the one who had lifted him up .? Survivor's guilt causes Batman to want so badly to help each Joker he fights bc he feels he had failed to save the one he used to know?
And the mystery of appearing Jokers: why every time the Joker dies, another Joker appeares in gotham? Why the clown prince of crime is such an appealing status to criminals that someone always replaces the previous Joker? The cruel irony of the First Ever Joker being actually an adequate and somewhat morally responsible person, and every other version after him is, on the contrary, maniacally murderous?
Batman fully becoming Batman after meeting the Joker (original one), and clamming up and pushing away emotions after Joker's death? Batman having been gullible and naive rich boy who didnt really know how to handle life and having been nudged in right directions by Original Joker? Alfred being Batman's pivotal figure in Batman's life, and him being fired being one of the key reasons it took Bruce longer to pull himeself together? Batman firmly believing that he Can have a civil conversation with the Jokers he fights if he tries, due to him remembering how he had been able to communicate with the Original Joker?
Other friends of Batman (whom he met later on) not understanding why he is so fixated on Joker(s), because at the time when Batman and Original Joker knew each other Batman was alone (due to isolation as a result of harsh treatment from his parents, and due to Alfred not being able to be there for him, hence he was unable to communicate with others and to make connections or friendships and could only express his supressed anger by fighting, and thats why him and Original Joker got to meet).?
Sort of a sappy thing "We are not so different, and by that I mean we both are incredibly strong mentally.. but now it is just me alone in this city."
Batman having that unshattering belief that every single rogue or villain can be saved and redeemed (especially Joker), because he had met the One who had been exceptionally strong and who had remained sane despite Everything going against him and making him a rogue.
Original Joker choosing the clown persona as a way of self-irony and using comic gimmicks to make fun of the flaws of the system they live in. As in, Original Joker was a clown - as a comic persona that makes fun of flawed reality and faces it.
And other Jokers after him took that persona and used it for other reasons - as a way to make fun of themselves and to use said clown persona as an Escape from reality.
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Original Joker being actually the stronger person than Batman, and Batman feeling like he has to be the strongest and the most reliable hero as a way to make up for the Original Joker's death ?
(by stronger I dont mean that O. Joker was more heroic, I mean that O.Joker was mentally more unshakable at the core, and more mature and wiser. Batman is more heroic but he is also more emotionally immature, ...or was when they used to meet. )
((this became a bit too cheesy))
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Yall think Danny could beat Superman in a fight? They both are pretty strong and i dont really know much about Superman
Batman he could beat the first few times i think pretty easily. Sure Batman can have knowledge on ghosts but Danny is such an unknown that he has enough tricks up his sleeve to take Batman. And i mean when Batman finally starts fully researching Phantom hes gonna find that Phantoms old stuff so hes probably gonna fight like hes going against an adult and not a crazy, doesnt think anything through, teenager. And by the time he realises Phantom is fighting like one of his own its gonna be over for fighting and become adoption time.
But Superman? Idk i guess Danny could posses him and win that way. I would say the wail is probably out since it drains him so much? Idk if his ecto blasts will help. Plus if we play the Danny jas a ice core card than Supermans heat vision (im not not actually sure thats superman) is y wreck him. Though who is physically stronger ya think? I think in the end it could come to a batter of attrition which Superman would win. Dannys ghost powers can drain him.
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sure your boyfriend kisses you and hugs you but does he stab you like you're the culmination of all of his trauma and hatred?
Is he poetically bound to you in a display of a pledge of absolute loyalty to the cause of vengeance?
marriage? PSHT. nah, they'll cheat on you in a heart beat. if you're mortal enemies? NOW THIS SHIT takes some hardcore dedication.
you'll never have what I have with himmmm
you're salty cuz he likes me aren't you.
NO! HAH! you think I envy of your little... cuddly gross... fulffy WEAK couple stuff? that's for losers. I'M A HARDCORE SIMP YOU FUCKING PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A DATE MATE. I WILL LITERALLY DIE AND COME BACK ON A WHIM JUST TO PISS HIM OFF. I AM THE JOKER TO HIS BATMAN! I MADE HIM INTO A LUNATIC AND I WILL NEVER EVER LEACE HIM TO ROT IN THIS HELLSCAPE ALONE! IT'S MY RESPONSIBILITY!
You're jealous aren't you. sounds like a toxic ex to me.
WE NEVER DATED! I mean... did we? I can't tell between love and hate anymore man it's been like... five hundred resets my brain is all foggy from wtf I've been doing. THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT! look. you don't just become mortal enemies on a whim. it takes EXTREME dedication and determination. it's even stronger than marriage. it's your loss.
crimson.
okay so hypothetically he'd STILL divorce you if I could reset right? I will destroy the wooooorld~~~ what good is marriage if there's no world to live in?
crimson!
LIKE I'M JUST SAYING! I COULD DO IT AGAIN. HE'D HATE ME MORE THAN HE LOVES YOU. right? he won't abandon me... right?
CRIMSON!!!
WHAT!?
please stop trying to justify your self sabotage. me and dust being toghter won't mean you get any less attention.
... what are you my therapist -_-
no but I am your partner. now go reflect on your bad behavior.
IM NOT LETTING YOU FIX ME! I SHALL NOT BE TAMED!*jumps out the window*
*sighhhhhh* why are you like this.
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I just finished the crossover. Spoilers. This is a half baked rant filled review from both a RWBY critic and a life long DC fan.
This animation was wonky even for rwby, there wasnt any fights choreography that stuck out to me and I just finished watching this like an hour ago. Like it was so boring my mind was just not intaking anything that could stand out. Even V5 and V9 had some good fights, and both of those volumes got huge budgets cuts because of some other project being released at the time (genlock and this crossover)
The dialogue was just such a mess. And the voice acting oy vey this was rough. Rwby usually has great VA work from the main's at RT, the funimation crew, and a boat load of others. This just felt so off, like the cast was just asleep. Did the voice director just give up like a minute in?
This story was such a mess too! I know combining 2 seperate universes is always tough I wont lie, but converting DC characters with too many varying powers, Supermans multiple powers, wonder womans godly gear, Batmans Bat-everything, Flash' speed force, Cyborgs various tech, Jess' rings many capabilities, and Vixen's animal powered necklace, its all too much to convert to 4 set abilities. Semblance, Dust, Faunus additions, and Rwbys "its also a gun" weaponry isn't enough to fit what I listed off above. Just send the rwby characters to the DC universe.
And side note, just use the teen titans. No power scaling argument needed, their strong but not stronger than the league and are still stronger than the RWBY verse. Imagine Ren and any Robin understanding one another about being orphans, or any Robin and Weiss getting some development about their rich dads. Blake and Damian can get along over their troubled past, or even Starfire and Blake since their the minorities (Tamaranian and faunus) of their teams, or Raven and Blake being goth baddies! Superboy and Yang, anger issues, Yang and Cyborg, learning to live with disabilities. Imagine the chaos of Nora and Wally west and Beastboy. Hell you could even substitute the Jessica plot with Raven struggling with her powers. Theres so much more potential here!
And jesus they did not handle the rwby characters any better. They were all so full of themselves and acting high and mighty comared to the experienced hero's. I'd argue that its cuz the league isnt all there and cant remember everything. But RWBYJNR dont remember anything either! Their all in the same boat so why are rwby treating like the league hasnt fought worse threats, as mentioned Brainiac(an alien with 12th level intellect) and Vandall Savage (an immortal from the caveman times) and while im at it why is a guy thats running a breaking and very obvious simulation a such a big deal anyway?
Shipping, oh damn right im going here. I dont wanna see it, No Superman x Ruby, no Batman x Weiss, no Wonder Woman x Blake x Yang, no Jessica x Jaune, no Cyborg x Nora x Ren. NO! NONONONO we arent doing this. Did we not learn how problematic Starco was? Did RT not learn from Ryan Haywood that grown adults and teenagers shouldn't go together? Seriously im starting to think RT has a problem, I know thats an understatement but at this point im calling it a prediction.
Alright time to speed run these individual character issues
•Batman's arc on staying on Remnant was dumb. Gotham is his soul purpose, and he doesn't need powers. He has never needed them, he's always been able to overcome and keep up with these gods with his wit, skill, and tech.
•Yeah Weiss was just Batman's sidekick. She felt so disconnected from the plot I thought I was looking at V4-5 Blake. Plus why was she so persistent on keeping Batman in Remnant? Was her daddy kink that bad, is she just into older men who are trapped as teenagers? Gross.
•Superman and Ruby's arcs were weak. Ruby leader arc was just so lame, like her significant leader moment was just "sneak jessica and jaune away for a sneak attack" jesus that was lame. And Superman didn't have an arc really, his semblance unlocking, leadership, and blame for getting trapped was all super undercooked.
•The Wonderwoman, Yang, and Blake dynamic was so forgettable. Like I genuinely couldn't remember that arc, was it like a warrior thing right? And were they like... flirting? Really? NEXT!
•Oh god go back to the other one! Not the Ren x Nora x Cyborg love corner, couldnt they have done something else with these guys? This is just sad. Shame on you RT
•Oh yay, Jaune mourns over Pyrrha again. This is after V6 right, so did we have to focus on Pyrrha being desd again? Like come on let her rest, even DBZ doesn't bring up Krillin death as much. I do admit, Jaune helping Jess out was nice, their interactions were sweet.
•I did like Jess' anxiety arc, I think it was handled very tastefully and was a great way to write her character. She's too fucking adorable, her VA was one of the good one's. This actually gave her some great spotlight that we dont see much of besides DC superhero girls
•And I actually liked Vixen, design was fine and the voice was good, even if her power was heavily underutilized. But she was cool
•Barry what did they do to you? Oh Barry no! Why did they flash and make him so... nothing!? He looks like Bart and Wally mixed together. And he's the twist villian? Why didn't the technology based supervillian yake over the technology based hero!? Barry was so boring, I knew he was gonna be a side character but bro why make him the boring twist villian?
•Killg%re. Oh fuck if im not using the percentage thing im not censoring it this crossover makes me too angry to follow the rules. So boring. He calls himself so brilliant and smarter than Brainiac and Vandall savage yet his simulation was so easy to pick apart cuz the grimm, their freinds and family, their timezones, and even their own memories are so muddled anybody can pick apart this is a dream! His plan was so bad, stick the league in another dimension? Good so far. In a simulation, okay it can work. Turn them into teens so their hormones kick in? No, moronic, i hate it, I hate this! And look, out of every villian, why Killgore? The idea of a crossover is to grab your big guns and use their names to gather up your audience. If you wanted a lesser known villian who can alter reality go with BatMite, Mister Mxyzptlk, reverse flash, the Legion of Doom, or jesus anybody? Not somebody so forgettable that even KGBeast is more recognized than him.
Well atleast it's over... wait, part one?
NnnnoooOOOOOO-
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i've been in batman hell for seven years and haven't drawn clown hole i believe in you
you're stronger than me man im days away from making him honk a different kinda horn :/
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LAURIE OMG I JUST FINISHED READING ALL OF THE BATMAN ARKHAM KNIGHTS GENESIS YOU MENTIONED AND AKWBEJNANAANANANANA OMG OMG IM $*^~!,%|*~&@
I KNOW IT’S SO GOOD
“You can always count on Batman. At least, that’s what I’m counting on.”
No but how ironic is it that that is such a big part of his plan? That after everything, he still counts on Batman showing up, even when he never did for him
And then him running into the Joker again, and the Joker cupping his cheek almost tenderly? Fucking shivers bc you just know that’s the first gentle touch he’s received in years
But what got me the most was when he returns to the room where the Joker kept him all that time, and he goes “This room broke me. But it’s also where I was remade. Reborn” and then immediately proceeds to blow it up
Like, it’s horribly sad, but Jason is genuinely clinging to the belief that what the Joker did to him made him stronger because the only alternative is believing (or admitting) that it just broke him, and he got nothing out of it (which, frankly, he didn’t). Like, he’s telling himself he’s stronger now bc if he didn’t, what would he have other than heaps of trauma? What else would he have to keep him going?
But seriously, DC, was his original backstory not sad enough for you guys??
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Honestly. In main continuity, I feel Bruce shouldn't get married at all or even have a biological kid like Damian or Helena. Cuz marriage & fathering kids bring unnecessary soap opera elements to a grounded pulpy crime detective fiction format. Yeah, Damian had a cool arc with Dick in the Morrison run, but his continuing presence had sidelined other characters like Tim & Cass. Sigh...Im gonna get so much pushback.
Dick should be the one that gets married. I really wished that his wedding with Starfire wasn't derailed last minute. It would make more sense cuz Dick is more involved with the soap opera drama due to his time in the New Teen Titans.
just make know so when out there
Er...did you send this to the wrong blog perhaps?
Because while I agree Bruce shouldn't get married it's for different reasons than you. Batman's story is written to go on forever (like a classic soap opera) and even if Bruce got married to idk Catwoman, sooner or later it would only end in divorce, death or retcon anyway and then the batcat fans would whine even louder that the two people with huge committment issues and incompatible lifestyles aren't together forever. As if all of Bruce's romances (including Catwoman) weren't designed on purpose to have an expiration date and not work out. Like most relationships in soap operas.
But why are you writing to a Damian fan's blog that you don't think Damian should exist?😅 I don't even get why you lump Damian and Helena together, while Helena was implied to have grown up in a rather domesticated way on Earth 2, Damian is a completely different case?
I don't see how Damian brings "soap opera drama" to Batman that Bruce didn't also have with his adopted kids. My impression from older comics is that they were even more soap opera like because they had a stronger focus on relationship troubles and stuff like "might Bruce lose custody of Dick/Jason?" Getting a story in which Bruce and Damian's relationship is the A plot and not the C,D or E plot of an arc is damn rare.
Also, grounded pulpy crime detective format? Pulpy, okay, but I wouldn't call Batman grounded or even a detective format most of the time. Only a small amount of Batman stories are actual detective stories and he's dealing with aliens, magic or gods all the time and has done so for several decades now. Let's be honest, it's more an action/adventure story with soap opera like relationship drama that borrows some noir detective aesthetics.
Also, yeah, you're going to get pushback for saying stuff like Damian caused characters like Cass and Tim to be sidelined. Because you're wrong. DC has never sidelined Tim, they just started treating him more like everyone else. That's not the same🤦♀️
The evil Cassandra arc started before Damian's introduction (during a time when DC wasn't even planning to make Damian into recurring character, he was supposed to be dead after the Batman and Son arc) in Tim's Robin book. Damian had nothing to do with that storyline, if anything Cass was treated badly to give Tim a story.
Or are you talking about stuff like Steph and Cass getting erased in New 52 and believe that it had something to do with Damian? You, know, the character DC killed off two years into the reboot like they had planned to do since the start? And who has since been kept far away from the batfamily? During DC Rebirth Damian wasn't even under the control of the Batman office, the Superman office had him. And the Robin solo DC gave Damian that started with a tournament arc that some whiny Cass stans thought should have belonged to Cass? Guys, Robin 2021 is a book that only existed to do some damage control after DC absolutely destroyed the character in Teen Titans and to launch two events, Shadow Wars, which was more a Deathstroke Inc vs League of assassins story than a Damian one and Batman vs Robin, which so far is pretty much just a Batman focused story.
No idea why you talk to me about what to do with Dick, I never cared that much about him.
No idea what you're even trying to tell me with that last sentence.
Anyway, if you really feel the need to blame a character (and not simply DC) for how Cass was treated you should probably look more towards Tim or even more likely Barbara. Since it was DC deciding that Barbara should be batgirl again that probably got Cass erased in New 52. People who seriously think Tim is being sidelined in favor of Damian are simply delusional and entitled, sorry. Like how spoiled do you have to be not to see how many damn chances DC has given Tim time and time again. DC loves Tim.
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not my favorite by far (overall) but as far as video games i think telltale bruce is such an interesting take on his character compared to a lot of mainline/general idea of batman stuff + it's in part that he's a player character who makes social decisions & you spend a good amount of time as bruce wayne (as well as batman) but i think he's one of the more [human] characterizations of him just bc hes so obviously feeling & emoting & reactive to things and just very caring. im also just blinded by the arkham bug where (while none of the rest are as terrible as origins) he's just so flat & bottled up/emotionless & uncaring + part of it is that his reactions are reserved to limited cutscenes (and as far as emotional scenes theres like none in asylum, maybe 1 in city granted you care about the shittiest most boring talia/bruce they try to push) + knight is significantly better just bc it does a much better use of cutscenes but outside of joker talking (and a lot of his stuff feels so bullshitty and like edgy dark jokes for the point of being edgy) + those cutscenes there really isnt any human aspect you play out or really feels as lasting/impactful on bruce (granted this game imo is the easiest to get sucked into dicking around on side quests) but regardless bruce himself is just very flat and unresponsive to anything like the jason scenes doesnt evoke a reaction the most you get is him calling tim "jason" (will give him credit for reacting during the barb scene) circling back around to say its obvi the difference between a beat em up game vs storytelling choice game where in one bruce is just incredibly capable nothing holds him back he can do anything and theres nothing stronger than him emotionally or physically vs one that relies on him having human emotions & reactions bc that's what you need to tell a story
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WIP - Batfam/Dc Tag Masterlist
This is ridiculously long so m putting it under cut, m gonna add more (YES MORE. THERES A LOTTA CHARACTERS OK???) tags when I feel like it but I wanna finalize my main master post later
#bat anatomy -batfam masterpost (and everything else dc)
#going batty -batfam analysis (typically angry)
#mailing pipe bombs -enraged at dc's writers
#honey im taking the kids -stuff about dc's poor treatment of the batkids (they're mine now fuck u)
#the bat -abt batman in all its forms (persona not a specific character)
#the bird -abt robin in all its forms (ditto)
#the shadows -abt every other persona in all their forms(because normal ppl dont know em)
#bernards pegboard -crack headcanons
#sandbox -headcanons
#my story now -my personal batfam timeline/story (because dc sucks at writing
#shoved in mahogany 6 feet under -wasted potential of any/all characters
#revived wings -my view of a bat characters true potential
#case files -panels/pages that I use for evidence abt canon
#bamboozled -fun canon comic panels that make me laugh
#goth cake -batfam art
#dysfunctional worms -batfam writing
#cave screeches -rambles, usually angry
#bats and birds -any and all posts that contain any of em
#batcape -anything Bruce
#disco girl -anything Dick
#pride and prejudice -anything Jason
#skateboards and spite -anything Tim
#kittens and knives -anything Damian
#dayshift -anything Duke
#potato waffles -anything Steph
#ballet shoes -anything Cass
#spot of tea -anything Alfred
#all seeing snark -anything Babs
#handmade guns and gender envy -anything Harper
#jaded red -anything Kate
#lack the worms dc edition -any character i dont know/care about enough to make a custom tag for (m sorry)
#revolving door -Rogues gallery
#REFORM THE DAMN JUSTICE SYSTEM YOU BILLIONAIRE -me complaining about dc's inability to make Bruce use his fuckin money and power to change the city, also any arkham/blackgate rants
#i stabbed him hes dead -anything joker
#bats and hounds -anything Harley
#eco friendly -anything Ivy
#shot him he's dead too -anything Black Mask
#strawman argument -anything Scarecrow
#your wife is dead -anything Mr Freeze (sorry not sorry)
#bipolar ableism but gay -anything Harvey
#scared of seals -anything Penguin
#neon green twink -anything Riddler
#broke b's spine -anything Bane
#leather catgirl -anything Selina
#back in the cell -every other rogue I don't care about
#god forbid a woman have hobbies -anything Thalia
#withering gamer -anything Ra's
#magic mountain dew -Lazarus pit
#assassin gamers -League of Assasins
#competent idiots -Justice League
#its just an s -anything Clark
#unbreakable porcelain -anything Diana
#retired at the speed of light -anything Barry
#zooming with the big leagues now -anything Wally
#h in adhd -anything the Flash persona
#neon green with a ring -anything Hal
#weak to yellow -anything Green lantern persona
#blowing bubbles -anything Arthur
#he stole the braincell -anything Jhon (theres an accent mark somewhere in there ill fix it later)
#batson but not yet adopted -anything Billy
#cigarette ash -anything Constantine
#fics favorite magician -anything Zatanna
#hijacked the mainframe -anything Cyborg
#signature chili -anything Ollie
#screech metal -anything Black Canary
#under the roundtable -everyone else in the Justice League
#every band eventually -og Teen Titans (they broke up)
#saltwater bubble blower -anything Garth
#tectonic shifter -anything Terra
#red threads and all -anything Red X
#i exploded him yw -anything Slade
#stronger than steel -anything Donna (might change)
#shapeshifting greenbean -anything Gar
#goth girls inspiration -anything Raven
#international incidents the team -Young Justice
#test tube baby -Anything Kon
#meep meep -anything Bart
#girlbossed zeus -anything Cassie
#rags to the grave -anything Greta
#arrows notched red -anything Cissie
#mosh pit winner -anything Anita
#panic at the disco -anything Slobo
again, theres still more. dc is an 80 year long series theres so many guys. also not sold on some of these so various tags may be subject to change
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Understanding The Nature Of God
God has declared I will never get away with low vibrational sexual exploration. If I scroll for porn, if I do anything sexual with anyone, if I watch porn, I absolutely will not escape Gods wrath. I tested my luck, such as the perils of hubris. Relapsing twice is result. God is genuinely always watching me.
I need to sacrifice a better offering to the volcano. No amount of effort will be adequate once the valve has been turned. It will always end in absolute destruction and squalor. I now believe I understand that this means I must be careful with all parties, there is no more room for hope or flirtation- I can see how it all creates an introverted weakling. I refuse to stop talking to women. I grinded to get here. I know this is the year I stop masturbation and porn addiction within myself for good and become a successful person. I refuse to give up my soul. I refuse to lower my vibration. I am built in the image of the omnipotent. I can achieve any task I decide is worth my action. I am better than you. I am nothing. I am everything. I am imbedded in the awesomeness of existence. I can not be commanded by such a feeble maze.
God as my witness I will succeed where 99% will fail and I will create a product to help them reach my fucking echelon. God is always in my corner and so is he in yours. Pride isn’t the answer, it’s just a defense mechanism. But the real answer is love. Your love for God and his creations and abilities must raise your vibration and realize that porn and masturbation are tools of the devil and they are always going to monitor you and test your loyalty. I am loyal to God at all times. That is my final answer. Even on the matter of not showing up for work I will not escape Gods Wrath. I will balance my excitement like a real adult and stop leaning on extremes. This is just a normal day.
I am grateful for this lesson God so that I may understand your true nature. I wont even so much as hug a woman outside of my family. I am so grateful to be humbled by the most high. How I do one thing is how I do everything and that means I must become a thorough person that doesn’t give anything an inch lest it take a mile. Me and procrastination are destined to wage war and I will have to win every time. I atleast know now how to get 8 hours of sleep so I have a plethora of tools to help me on this purging journey. I will reclaim my honor, mid January to early March 44 days in the navy of no fap and then may-August 92 days of no fap. On January 1st I will be at 288 days out of 365 of no fap. Maybe this is the problem with me. Im doing this thing with pride. I don’t know how else to be. Let me think. I recant my declaration’s…if I take pride I will check the streak and feel dopamine.
This dopamine will fuel the turning of the valve because accomplishment fuels pride and pride fuels confidence and confidence fuels overconfidence and then we’ve reached the sun. I simply need to trust that God will protect me as I would protect myself from all threats to my conscientiousness. I wonder what will become of this hatred I have for it all. I must transmute it into love. This is how you raise your vibration. I believe I know this to be true. God please continue to guid me and help my stupid observer maze trap brain to get unstuck and get free from these silly little mini issues, my IQ is too high to be stuck in a fever dream. I uphold high moral virtue at all times even when Im not seen. That’s all for today slimes, do not procrastinate.
Attack procrastination with vigilance and reap what you sow, you are Batman and every moment if procrastination is a bad guy/evil doer. Protect Gotham at all costs! As a matter of fact attacking areas of procrastination before you even procrastinate is like earning stronger and higher potent jing.
I will not be talking to anyone from OPS nor my highschool friendgroup until 2023. So from August 2nd- January 2nd. I will communicate with coworkers and family til next year. It has to be a punishment for relapsing. It’s not free. So that’s my last point. Slimes will understand that there is even less and less realm for distraction. Retract anything I said before. Im not feminine Ni’ing this. Im not watching Netflix for any reason. I am just getting some of the junk out of my way so that I can actually be a better person. The amount of help I can be today is nothing compared to next year.
If anyone has issue with this so be it, I do not care and I am right about this. This is how you discipline yourself. Blast is rubbish. Im no longer gonna talk about anything or release any content teaching shit at all. Not until I have my own place, good credit and sustainable life. I may evolve in such a way that I no longer even want to blast through YouTube who knows. But yeah that’s all I got. Even this space will be only utilized every now and then by me, if that. I would say take care slimes but it’s delusion, no one is here because I’m not him yet. Tis fine. I’ll just work wiser. If Im not living outside of my families house by next year August 1st, 2024 I am going to record me ordering my people to beat the shit out of me and then having the shit beat out of me. This is because I must lead by example and if not I must be disciplined. The clock begins ticking now.
Actually never mind I am overreacting. This doesn’t actually solve the core issue of my low conscientiousness.
-Slime
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