#jim gordon as he lights up the bat signal

[yona049]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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Preview~

𝚈/𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝. 𝙸𝚗 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!!!

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖! ^○^

Warnings :

○Poison.

○Fainting

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"C'mon Gordon! I took a 2 day ferry from Metropolis just to get here! The least you can do is let me see him!"

Y/n was following hot on Commissioner Jim Gordon's heels as he rushed though the police station.

"I don't need the damn Daily planet on my case! I already have the Gazette to deal with." he growls as he stops at his desk grabbing his lighter and cigarette case.

Y/n stops beside him glaring at him intently. She was a reporter who had one job, get a story on Gotham City's favorite vigilante. The Batman.

Gordon lights his cigarette before leaning against his desk and taking a pull from it. He puffs out the smoke before gritting his teeth and making eye contact with the reporter.

"Miss L/n, what makes you think I could get you an exclusive with the bat?" he says.

Y/n only gives him a look that makes Gordon roll his eyes at the stupid question. Only a reporter like Y/n would be able to figure out how the bat gets all his info and who from?

"Gordon, this is my one chance to get a promotion, a good one. You've known me since I was ten! C'mon, just this once." she whimpers almost like a puppy gripping her reporter bag slung over her shoulder.

The commissioner only sighs, shaking his head. "Not this time kid. This is something I promised your dad I'd never let you get involved with." 

He puts his hand on the top of her back and respectfully pushes her towards the exit, snaking their way through the busy police station. 

"Look, while you're here I'll buy ya a drink and we can do some catching up. It's been a while." he stops on the steps outside the entrance.

Y/n sighs and scratches her head out of frustration. "Yeah, I'd love to." she gives a genuine smile before saying her goodbye to The commissioner and walking off into the Gotham night air. 

She stops in the alleyway beside the police station and leans against the building wall. Taking her phone from her pocket she scrolls though the contacts and presses on the name "Glasses man"

Putting it up to her ear she listens to it ring out. Finally, a nervous voice plays out. 'Hey! This is Clark-ah Kent! Leave a message!' 

Y/n sighs before talking. "Hi Glasses, you’re probably asleep right now, I didn't realise what time it was before I called. Anyway, just calling to say you might wanna keep my seat warm. I got nothing from my source. I might just book a ferry home tomorrow. At least it means I can still throw paper planes at your desk. I'll-"

She stops when a shadow flies over the ally and heavy cape flutters echo through the night air. Her lips curl into a hopeful smirk as she looks up at the rooftop seeing the bat signal shining in the smokey clouds.

"Huh, my luck might have just changed." She ends the call and shoves her phone in her pocket.

She hurries deeper into the alley way and immediately she spots the fire escape. Y/n puts her hand on the cold iron ladder before she looks down at her shoes. "Ugh, no way I'm ruining these shoes too!"

After kicking off her shoes she starts climbing to the roof before she finally reaches the top and manages to climb onto the rooftop without gaining any attention. With bare feet she creeps behind a vent and peaks around it at the shining bat signal and two men standing beside it.

The Batman and Jim Gordon in deep conversation. This was her chance, she lifts her phone from her pocket and gets ready to calmly approach the masked vigilante.

A sudden whistle through the air catches her attention, a red cape shines even brighter as the bat signal shines onto it and slowly the S symbol comes into view.

Y/n moves her hand over her mouth to stop the excited squeak when Superman lands beside batman.

'Two heros? Oh! I'm definitely getting that promotion!' She thinks full of excitement.

Batman looks back at superman and his deep growled words manage to remind Y/n of where exactly she was and what her situation was.

"Did you find it?"

Superman nods and opens his fist to reveal a small vial of green liquid. It glows steadily reflecting against the confused look of Jim Gordon who takes it in his hand. 

"What is this? It looks like Joker venom." 

Batman gives a growl and shakes his head. "Not just Joker venom. My scanner is picking up fear toxin too. I'd have to do a deeper scan to be sure."

Finally, Superman looks up from the vial’s hypnotizing green glow. "Few hours ago, Batman alerted me of unusual chemical readings in a warehouse by the docks. Once I got there, I only found this swept into a corner. Looked like they left in a hurry."

 

Batman lifts his head." If Joker and Scarecrow are working together to combine their toxin's, we could have a bigger threat on our hands. And by the sound of it, there could be more." 

Gordon nods and gives an extensive sigh, rubbing the back of his neck, rolling the vial back and forth in his palm. 

Y/n lifts an eyebrow before using her phone to take a picture of the three standing together and looking down at the picture deep in thought.

'Two deadly Toxin's combined, what could the motive be except to cause chaos? Perhaps other villains. But Scarecrow and Joker aren't criminals without purpose, even if they are psychotic they wouldn't work together without a final goal.'

She turns her head back to the scene in front of her when a loud beeping sound interrupts her train of thought. 

The vial in Gordon's hand started beeping and perhaps out of reflex he tosses the deadly time bomb in his hand. 

Superman's eyes fly wide as he rushes to protect both Batman and the commissioner from an oncoming blast. 

However, the vial rolled across the roof until it finally hit Y/n's bare feet and her heart jumps to her throat. 

"Oh shit." she says out loud when suddenly the vial burst's open and Y/n gasps for her last bit of fresh air. 

She pulls her head to her knees and holds her nose, mouth and eyes shut. The toxic gas burns her skin and her eyes start tearing with the fumes banging on her eyelids.

'I can't hold it much longer. It burns!' 

Slowly she gives in to a lightheaded dizziness and falls sideways onto the ground letting her hand fall off her nose. 

Not a moment later the gas clears when Superman swoop's her out of the green gas. She hangs limply in his arms as they hover in the air for a second. 

Superman's gaze turns to pure horror when he sees his co-worker in his arms. Once the toxic gas has evaporated into nothing more than a tickle in the wind Superman lands back on the roof and approaches a worried Jim Gordon and expressionless batman.

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𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

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#my fic #bruce wayne #clark kent #superman #batman #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x fem!reader #bruce wayne x you #clark kent x reader #clark kent x y/n #bruce wayne x y/n #clark kent x you #superman x you #superman x y/n #superman x reader #batman x you #batman x y/n #batman x oc #x reader #dc universe #dcu #dc comics #jim gordon #yn

[phantoms-lair]

Batman Exalted thing - The First Exaltation

Bruce sometimes wished he crafted the identity of a reclusive hermit rather than a media darling. All he wanted to do was buckle down on the imminent attempt at a dimensional invasion and try to think of a way to solve it without relying on a power up from the enemy.

But instead here he was in an interview, talking about his company and charity work. "There's been some criticism of the Martha Wayne Free Clinic as of late. Some are skeptical about the noted criminal cliental." asked the interviewer.

Bruce fought back his annoyance. "My mother believed, as do I, that no person is expendable. Some have made poor decisions. Some had poor decisions made on their behalf without their consent. Some are children. All of them, all of them are entitled to medical care. The moment you start adding restrictions, it becomes all too easy to add more and more until only people who have been chosen as the 'right' people can gain aid. And there is nothing more abhorrent to me. Everyone in Gotham deserves care."

Will you protect all the people of Gotham?

Something twinged in his mind as wrong about the question, but he answered anyway. "Every last one." Bruce reaffirmed.

"That's quite a statement, given Gotham houses individuals like Scarecrow and the Joker." The interviewer pressed.

"They're still human. If Scarecrow had a heart attack in Blackgate, he'd still receive life saving care. Outside should be no different."

"But should that be the case? Do people like that deserve to be saved?"

Will you save them?

Bruce fought the urge to scowl. "Of course. And if I can save their minds too, I'll do it. I refuse to give up on anyone."

"MmmHmm." The interviewer looked at him like she'd figured something out. "You had a well know friendship with Harvey Dent. Between that and your charity clinic serving villains, it seems you have some connections to the wrong side of the tracks. Maybe the squeaky clean image of Bruce Wayne is hiding something else?"

Is your philanthropy really to help others, or just a cover?

He stood up, letting a sliver of his anger slip through. At this point it would be stranger not to take offense. "I watched my parents die in a mugging. It would have been so easy to act like you. To judge and look down on people I could easily blame for my grief. But my parents loved Gotham and wanted to see it rise above it's own ashes. And in trying to see their wishes granted I grew to love the city too. All of it. Good and Bad. And I will never give up on it or stop fighting to make it better."

Do you think you can protect the city?

"I will protect Gotham till the day it kills me." Bruce snarled, rising to his feet. And he knew something wasn't right. Something was feeding into his emotions. But it was too late to stop it. The screens cut to static as Bruce Wayne exploded.

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The Bats had gotten their first, because of course they did. Jim was listening to his radio as he made his way to the studio, not saying a word.

Some of the reports were positive. Everyone else had made it out of the studio. Whatever had caused Bruce Wayne to explode in a dizzying array of light hadn't affected anyone else. This being Gotham, every had evacuated quickly. And the studio didn't seem to be catching ablaze. Small mercies.

From the radio he heard that most of the Bats had shown up, despite it being the middle of the day. They'd sealed the place tight, with Spoiler and Signal bodyguarding the entrance, saying only Gordon himself could get through. His men had tried to force the issue and they'd threatened Black Bat in retaliation.

Jim pulled into the crime scene that was likely the death spot of Gotham's Favorite Son. Spoiler was at the door, arms crossed, while Signal was talking to the EMTs. When she saw him she nodded and moved aside.

Jim didn't know what he was going to find inside. But whatever it was, it wasn't this. Despite video of the explosion going out before the feed was cut, Bruce Wayne seemed to be alive and well, sitting of the set with his head in his hands.

The power literally rippling off him was new. A bright blue energy flowed from his eyes and into a beautiful display rippling around him. It was Gotham, not any one part of it but a rippling view of the city from Park Row to Bristol ever shifting and changing, leading into a night sky with bats flying around. All contained in a very familiar, albeit larger than life silhouette of a sharp eared cowl and cape. The imagery plus his being there for the first conversation with Quill made it obvious.

Bruce Wayne was Batman. And he'd just Exalted, publicly, while in his civilian persona.

"Does one of you powers include seeing the future?" Nightwing asked someone on the other end of the phone. "Then I don't think not being able to accurately get into the mindset of a manipulative sociopath is a personal failing."

"What does Quill say?" Bruce asked in a completely exhausted tone.

"That you're an Exigent, like her. You're in 'Iconic' or 'Bonfire' anima, which is a representation of your soul and power and it's going to take a while for it to calm down. Also that in retrospect it makes sense as he wants a throne to be a power behind and Batman would never accept a throne but Bruce Wayne is more vulnerable. as well as already being a power in the city."

"Nightwing!" Robin hissed, glaring at Nightwing,

"He's involved." Bruce said in the same tired voice. "He's been involved since before you were born. We can trust him, and against Ketchup we need all the help we can get. The question is, what is our next move?" "If you want to kill off Bruce Wayne, now is the time." Red Robin said idlily. "Drake!" Robin shouted reprovingly. It wasn't just Bruce. It was Bruce's whole damn family. "What? He can make a new identity easily. All the paperwork is in place for Uncle Eddie if we need something in a pinch. But this would allow him to devote his time to his actual interests rather than juggle a very public identity that mostly annoys him." Red Robin shrugged. "Most people don't change identities like a coat, Baby Bird." Nightwing said, gently. "They need to get on my level." Red Robin sniped back.

"Killing off Bruce Wayne is not an option. I can feel the ripples of my death having an affect in the city. People are already planning to use it to roll back a lot of the philanthropic works I've done." Bruce blinked. "That interviewer was accepting a bribe to discredit me."

"How do you know?" Gordon asked. "I just do." Bruce sounded more bewildered than tired.

"Can an Exigent be the chosen of a location, like a city?" Nightwing asked Quill. "She says yes." Bruce sat up straighter. "Ask Quill what we should say. Her whole power revolves around stories and that's what we need right now."

"Okay, give her a minute." Nightwing instructed. "Okay, send out word that Bruce Wayne is alive, but under some kind of magical effect. Unknown, but a curse hasn't been ruled out. Bring in Justice League members know to work with magic as cover. Have them recommend isolation until the effects are fully known, which will give Bruce the privacy he needs to get this under control."

"I'll get on the official story then." He was going to get answers out of Batman, out of Bruce, but later. "If news of your survival isn't slowing down the plans, let me know. Nightwing, I take it you can call the Justice League." "There's someone else you need to call first." Bruce reminded Nightwing. "He's panicking right now with the news, but won't admit it."

"Oracle's already keeping Agent A informed." "Not him. R2." Nightwing snorted. "And he pretends he doesn't care." Jim saw himself out. And much as it still burned a little that something was obviously being kept from him, Bruce had said nothing to try to hide his own secrets or that of his children's. Which meant R2, whoever that was, was likely someone else's secret that Bruce didn't feel at liberty to say, like Oracle and Agent A. So fair.

That was for later. They all had work to do.

#Batman #Exalted #Ghost Writing #Bruce is still be cagey about Jason because Red hood is wanted for multiple murders

[wujiunantai]

Panic

SHIP: Scarebat/Batcrow (Batman x Scarecrow) (BTAS ver)

CHARACTERS: Batman, Scarecrow, Jim Gordon, The Joker, Dr. Bartholomew (mentioned)

WARNINGS: Panic attacks, fear, vomit

It had been one of those nights, a stressful one. Many crime gangs were popping up left and right, leaving Batman to track them down and clean up their mess. He had just finished rounding up the newest gang, when he spotted the bat signal from the corner of his eye. Annoyed, he left the members tied and left without a sound. He appeared at the source of light, facing Commissioner Gordon.

“Ah, you’re here, good..” He sighed, as if a bit annoyed himself. “Dr. Bartholomew gave us a call, Scarecrow’s up to his old tricks again.”

“An escape..” Batman hummed to himself.

“Yup, but he’s not the only one. Joker escaped too.” Gordon explained, “Only the two of them. An unlikely pair, to say the least.”

Batman could only think, nodding as he fled off in his search. What could the two possibly share in common? They don’t get along much, they don’t share much in common, the only thing he could think of is their want of chemicals. Well, he could search there.

The first place he checked was Crane Chemicals, and sure enough..

“So, do you have any chemicals for my dear, beautiful flower here?” The Joker’s voice rang out, you could visually see him grinning.

“Perhaps, I have acid if that could work.” Scarecrow’s voice replied, sounding rather annoyed. “What exactly are you planning?”

“Why, the biggest April Fools Days that Gotham has ever seen!”

“..Lovely, well there should be a beaker full of acid somewhere in this dump. It’s been months since I’ve had the opportunity to clean and organize this place..” Crane hummed. Batman stalked through one of the windows, watching the two rogues search for the item.

“Well Jon, I gotta say, I never expected you to help me here.” Joker grinned, followed by an amused laugh.

Jonathan, in turn, frowned. “We both got we wanted. I wanted to escape, so I gave you my chemicals for your next plan. Simple.”

Batman narrowed his eyes, deciding that now would be the best time to strike. He crashed through the window, startling the two men. Joker looked around for an escape route, but spotted a large glass container of the substance he was looking for. Acid. There was his prize. Scarecrow immediately drew out his dart-gun, aiming it directly at the Batman. He was about to pull the trigger, when Joker snatched the gun from his hand.

“Now, now, there’s no need to fight. After all, Crane, I got what I wanted.” Joker let out a sickening giggle.

“What on Earth are you doing, you idiot! Shoot him!” Scarecrow roared, pointing fiercely at the vigilante.

Joker shrugged, and aimed the gun at Batman. Before firing, he swerved his hand to the side and fired. A dart flew through the air and landed in Crane’s side, causing him to let out a loud cry. “Whoops!”

Batman’s eyes widened, immediately running forward. Joker dropped the gun and ran, grabbing the glass of acid on his way out. “Thanks for the distraction, Crane! Ahahaha!”

The hero turned to the other rogue, who had quickly sunk to the floor. Jon grasped his side in pain, breathing heavily as panic washed over him like a sudden wave. Batman watched for a second, before his body moved on its own. He approached the villain, sitting on his knees as he watched over him. Faint whimpers loomed in the air before being replaced with violent screams of terror. Crane thrashed and yelled, fear consuming his eyes as he clawed at the invisible force of horror.

“No..! No please! Stay away, stay away!” His cries of mercy rang through the area, and all Batman could do was watch. He watched the fear bubble and boil in Crane’s chest, watching him suddenly squeeze his stomach and turn over. Before he knew it, Scarecrow would gag and spew onto the ground. He was in so much distress, his mind swirled and his stomach ached. Batman reached forward and took Jonathan by his sides, hoisting him over his shoulder. He squirmed and whimpered as he tried to get away, but the vigilante’s hard grip wouldn’t let him go anywhere. He opened up the keyboard on his utility belt, calling the Batmobile to park outside the building. For now, Joker would have to wait. He opened the car and climbed inside, setting the villain in the passenger’s seat.

“Calm yourself, Crane.” Batman spoke, helping the other ease into the seat. Crane was still shaken up, visibly trembling as he sat down. “I must have something in here that can help you..”

Batman looked through the car, he always kept an array of medicine and first aid in case of emergencies. His eyes spotted a small container, an agent used to help calm anxiety. He knew full well it wasn’t going to get rid of the fear toxin, but it would at least slow down the effects. The hero took an empty syringe from a small box, and filled it with the liquid. Crane was still mumbling to himself as Batman took his arm without warning, causing the other to yelp in surprise. He rolled up his sleeve, and stuck the syringe in without hesitation. After injecting the calming agent, he buckled himself and Crane, and drove off.

After a few minutes of driving, Scarecrow seemed to be a bit more calm. He was no longer as frightened. The Batmobile parked next to Arkham’s gates, and Batman stepped out. He took Jonathan by his waist, now carrying him on his shoulder.

“Can you sense reality, Crane?” Batman asked.

“..yes..” Crane mumbled.

“Good.” Batman set him down once they reached the building, doctors already coming out. They took Crane into their own hands, thanking the vigilante for catching him.

Jonathan turned to the hero, “He’s hitting the April Fools Day carnival tomorrow.”

Batman nodded, watching the other being brought back inside, before turning away to find the Joker.

#jonathan crane #batman #btas #btas jonathan crane #btas batman #scarecow #the joker #jim gordan #btas scarecrow #scarebat #batcrow

[chauvesourisnoire]

@oftomorrow​

Clouds of a threatening storm blanket the sky over Gotham tonight. Projected onto them is the signal, the roughly hewn shape of a bat cut through the yellowed beam of light. It warps and changes as the clouds move, winds pushing them and anyone walking the streets along with urgency.

A warning rumble of thunder rolls overhead as Batman approaches a partially finished skyscraper, construction temporarily halted. It’s become a meeting place of sorts, a safe rendezvous point for himself and Lieutenant Gordon away from the prying eyes of the other more corrupt officers and officials. 

With a flick of his wrist, the grappling gun is deployed, a line shot up to the appropriate floor. It propels him quickly but smoothly, the ends of his cape snapping at his ankles as he ascends. At the top, he easily clambers to his feet, retracting the line, and makes his way over, pushing plastic sheeting out of his way as he reaches the opposite side of the signal. 

“I came as soon as I---” The words die off in his throat as he’s not greeted by the usual figure of Jim Gordon, his shoulders slumped from a long day and glasses glaring with the light of the signal. While not unfamiliar or unwelcome, The Kryptonian’s presence is a surprise. A beat of contemplation passes before he finishes with a different thought. “You’re not who I expected.” Yet, there is a note of curiosity in his tone as he slowly approaches the other, coming more into the light to be seen. 

#oftomorrow #r ; #⦕ united under the same cause ⦖ justice league

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Waynes

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/onDcahV by TheFlashWriter The light of the bat signal slowly dimmed, the night sky returning to the pitch blackness as a group of friends surrounded the pillars of a Gotham building. Spraying black paint across the pillars. “The signal’s gone?” “Then he’s probably gone as well!” “You sure?” “Of course I am!” They continued spray painting, and as the bat signal shut for the night, a much more terrifying sound echoed through the Gotham sky. Thwip. The friends stopped, dropping their cans of spray paint as they looked to the sky. A man, swinging from building to building from a web, highlighted in the Gotham City skyline. Spider-Man. Words: 5219, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, The Batman (Movie 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Peter Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Officer Martinez (The Batman Movie 2022), Felicia Hardy, Selina Kyle, Wilson Fisk, Carmine Falcone, Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma, Adrian Toomes, Herman Schultz, L. Thompson Lincoln (The Spectacular Spider-Man), J. Jonah Jameson, Jim Gordon, Joseph Martello, George Stacy Relationships: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Felicia Hardy/Peter Wayne, Peter Wayne & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Peter Wayne Additional Tags: Ultimate Spider-Man (2024) inspired, peter Parker AU, Peter Parker is a Wayne now, Canon divergence - The Batman (2022), Jennifer Tilly - Freeform, Jennifer Tilly is so hot bro read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/onDcahV

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

[importantcolorbailiffsoul]

JIM GORDON RETIREMENT

Dick and Jason came to Jim retirement party and for Barbra Dick: I never thought this would happen Jason: well it is he never cared who Batman was Jason: I'm Batman the time we spent at the bat signal it was like nothing changed Dick: hey how does Kara think of you as Batman Jason: we still make time for each other I'm gonna ask her to marry me how are you and Starfire Dick: she's pregnant Jason: shit your gonna be a dad hey were good on money and the manor is big enough and you running Wayne entprise Bullock: hey can I have everyone attention Jim will now give his retirement speech we all know he does good speeches Jim: I've had this badge for so long but I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the Batman I saved his ass a few time's he saved mine and my daughters life which she'll now take on the role as commissioner of the GCPD he hands her his badge and the button to light the bat signal every cop applause for there new commissioner everyone drinks Barbra brings Jason and Dick some beer's Barbra: you better start calling me commissioner Jason: I will commissioner Gordon but I'm calling you Barbra when I'm not working oh and Dick is about to be a father Barbra: Starfire pregnant Dick: and Jason is gonna purpose to Kara Barbara: awesome hey no Damian or Diana or Alfred or Helena Dick: there at the Kent's and they thought the 2 of us should do this Barbra: oh there still Dick: yeah but Diana been alot of help at Wayne entprise with bord meetings and help make sure I don't loose my shit Jason: and Damian been more talkative with me especially him and Cassie Barbra: wait Damian and Cassie wonder girl Jason: yeah they went on patrol together without me it's best if I didn't intervene Bullock: hey everyone there's a bank robbery in progress Dent is in on it Barbra: lights the signal every cop leaves Dick: suit up Jason: I'm on it

[lizzieehearts]

Can u give a brief explanation of all the batkids? I just got into dc and it's hard to keep all seven of them straight from each other 😭 if this is no ur thing no need to worry lol just thought I'd ask from ur pfp !

yeah no problem! dc is one of my current hyperfixes so i’d be glad to infodump a little. also this is quite long so beware.

i’ll put an asterix beside the ones that are canonically bruce’s kids, the others he serves as a parental figure to but isn’t a legal parent.

dick grayson* is the eldest and the first robin. bruce adopted him after his parents died in a circus incident. he led the original teen titans and later became known as nightwing. his main canon love interests are koriand’r / kory anders (better known as starfire) and barbara gordon (who i’ll talk a little about later).

jason todd* is the second robin, who bruce adopted after he tried to steal a tire off of the batmobile. jason and bruce had a strained relationship to say the least, but that changed when jason was killed by the joker in an incident bruce felt he could’ve stopped. jason was resurrected by ra’s al ghul with the help of the lazarus pit, and became the villain red hood. he doesn't have any love interests that i can think of, but i could be wrong.

tim drake* is the third robin, and he was found by bruce after he found out that he was batman. his current alias is red robin (which i'm not gonna lie is basically just robin) and he had a short-lived run as drake (yes like the duck). his main love interests are stephanie brown (see next point) and bernard dowd (tim started questioning his sexuality in urban legends #6 and is canonically mspec).

stephanie brown, better known as spoiler or batgirl, decided to become a vigilante to go against her villain father. she met tim drake at some point during this and the two started a romance, which lasted from the mid-90s to last year (whew), until tim called it off while questioning his sexuality. she was temporarily killed by black mask but survived and recuperated in africa. her main love interest is tim drake, but many fans ship her with cassandra cain (next point).

cassandra cain*'s main aliases are orphan, batgirl, and black bat. she isn't actually an orphan, her parents are lady shiva and david cain, who originally used the orphan title. cass was taught how to fight from the moment she left the womb, and was taught to speak in body language rather than words. even though she doesn't live with her parents now and hasn't for a while, she still struggles with communication and is mostly nonverbal. she doesn't have any canon love interests as far as i'm aware, but as i said above, many fans ship her with stephanie brown.

damian wayne* is the son of bruce wayne and talia al ghul, making him bruce's only biological child. he lived with talia and her father ra's until he was ten, before she left him to bruce. the two have a strange dynamic, and really its dick and damian that have a father/son one, as damian first became robin while dick was standing in as batman. damian doesn't have any love interests (he barely has any friends to be honest).

duke thomas first came to light as the signal, but is also the second person to take up the black lightning moniker. he has electricy lightningy powers and they're SO cool i love them. he's probably the most underrated of the batkids but he's one of my faves. as far as love interests go i can't say for certain, but he did have a crush on a friend of his in wayne family adventures.

barbara gordon is the daughter of commissioner jim gordon and barbara kean. she was the first person to take up the batgirl title, and she now somewhat leads stephanie and cass as they use it. she was part of the orginal birds of prey lineup with (i believe?) black canary, huntress and harley quinn. she got shot in the spine by the joker which left her paralysed, and from her wheelchair she became oracle. as oracle, she sees everything that happens in gotham through the batcomputer and can speak to any bat on patrol through comms. her main love interests are dick grayson and jason bard (a member of the gotham police department).

EDIT: cass was legally adopted by bruce in her 2008 run, and does have a few canon love interests (notably conner kent, better known as superboy)

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[thisismystrangeaddiction]

You Care Too Much (Batman X Male Reader) Chapter 1

A/N: So I watched The Batman for the fourth time (🤪💅) and now I think I can finally sit down and start this story (finally 💀) (also sorry if there’s any grammatical errors-)

Y/N rubbed his eye. To say that he was tired would be a massive understatement. The elevator doors opened and he walked out. He walked towards a lit search light that had a tall figure next to it.

“Sorry I’m late, got stuck in traffic.” Y/N explained with a nervous smile.

The Batman turned his head halfway to acknowledge Y/N’s presence before turning back towards the sunset.

Y/N walked up next to him. “So…. Why’d you turn on the signal?” Y/N asked. Batman turned to look Y/N in the eyes before handing him a folder.

“It’s all the evidence you need to convict Jones for the murder of Troy Daner.” The Batman whispered

Y/N’s face lit up. He had been struggling on this case for weeks and had recently pleaded The Batman for help.

“Thank you so much!” Y/N could have practically hugged him right then and there but he stopped himself. “I’ll get this to the station as quickly as possible.” Y/N said trying to sound more serious before he walked back to the elevator.

“Wait.” Batman called out.

Y/N turned on his heels and waited for The Batman to say something.

He gave a strange face before saying, “Never mind.”

Y/N was about to enter the elevator when he stopped and turned back. “Thank you again.” He said with a small smile.

The Batman only nodded and Y/N punched in the number for the bottom floor. The Batman looked up at the darkening sky before letting out a long sigh.

***

Later that night Bruce studied the footage from his contact lens cameras, but he really wasn’t studying it since he kept repeating the same moment over and over again.

“Wait!……Never mind.”

He wanted to ask Y/N if he’d be interested in maybe going out somewhere, as if he weren’t dressed in a bat suit and a bat shaped cowl in that moment. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, smudging the black makeup he had around his eyes.

“I see you still can’t ask Y/N for dinner. One of the few things you’ve never accomplished, Master Wayne.” Alfred chuckled from behind Bruce.

And Bruce knew he had a point. Bruce and Y/N had known each other since they were kids and Bruce had always wanted to make there relationship more than a friendship but he always backed out or failed.

“Alfred if you have nothing useful to say, don’t say anything at all.” Bruce mumbled as he unpaused the recording. Alfred only nodded before heading back upstairs in the elevator.

“Thank you again.” Y/N had said before leaving.

His face stared into Bruce’s soul.

He really hated the way he had left things off with Y/N when they were kids. He had told Y/N that he was leaving to go explore the world, making him sound like a rich snob, before leaving him for over a decade. In reality he had gone out to learn as many combat strategies as he could so he could begin the “Gotham Project,” as he liked to call it. But the thing he hated the most about the way he left Y/N was how he left him when he was barely starting to give up his drug addiction.

When Bruce first met Y/N he was a struggling drug addict, but over time Bruce had helped Y/N with giving it up. All while Bruce was slowly falling in love with Y/N. But Bruce had just left him to pursue a goal a part of him always knew was impossible.

Bruce had no idea how Y/N had been after he left, Alfred said he had gone completely off the grid, and when Bruce returned as The Batman Y/N was a detective, the new partner for Jim Gordon. They were the only cops Bruce trusted.

Bruce tried to stop thinking of Y/N as he continued to study the footage, but that was couldn’t.

***

Y/N walked into his apartment, soaked. The constant raining in Gotham was quite always annoying, to say the least. He throw his car keys on the table and collapsed on the sofa. He needed rest, and he felt that he deserved it as well. Batman had helped him convict that horrible man Jones, and give the family of Mr. Daner some peace.

Tomorrow was Halloween and he figured it would be a pretty simple day…oh, how wrong he was.

A/N: good lord I have so many drafts of Batman x Male reader stories desperately trying to construct a proper story- welp at least I was able to get this one started 💀. I know it’s not that good and really short but hopefully I’ll get better at this as I go on, but if you want some REALLY good Batman X Male reader stories you need to check out @xmalereader

Also by the way if you read my Ikaris x male reader story where I said I’d be writing a Druig x male reader smut….um, I know it’s been like four months but ITS ALMOST FINISHED I PROMISE 💀💀💀💀💀 I just had to get this out first-

[thattimdrakeguy]

Snowing in Gotham: On those kinds of nights, Jim Gordon will light up the Bat Signal. When Batman and Robin show up, there's always a package of warm clothes (scarves, mittens, hats, jackets) waiting for Robin.

Timmy gets so layered up you can't even see half his face from the scarves and he'll barely be able to move his hands from the 3 mittens.

After Freeze, Timmy gets really sensitive to the snow and very snively. So they also give him hot soup in a thermos. They say he can stay home but Tim is determined to help anyways.

Sometimes he just helps the GCPD with paperwork though as they basically babysit him so he doesn't hurt himself as he’s sick.

[camsthisky]

Bruce crouches on the ledge, hidden by shadows, just out of Commissioner Jim Gordon’s sight. It’s easier with the bat signal lit up, and usually Bruce would play up the dramatics, try to see how long his partner could keep a straight face.

Tonight is not a usual night, though.

For one, his partner is missing. They’d split up to investigate a warehouse, but ten minutes in, Bruce had gotten a panicked, “B, they’re—”

After that, nothing but static on his comm. Bruce had searched the warehouse top to bottom three times.

No Robin.

And now this. The bat signal lit up. Bruce had no clues as to where Robin could be, and he can only hope that this interruption is connected.

He slips from the shadows just as Gordon turns to light another cigarette.

“Holy—”

Gordon startles at the abrupt sight of him, clutching at his chest. Bruce’s heart aches at the lack of Robin trying to muffle his snickers that usually accompanied the reaction.

His grief doesn’t show on his face.

“Would ya quit scaring me like that? I’m not as young as I used to be.”

Bruce says nothing. Gordon sighs, fishing something from inside his coat and holding it out for Bruce to see.

“A kid from Gotham University showed up at our front door about twenty minutes ago, absolutely scared out of his mind. He gave this to us,” Gordon lightly shakes the object—a communicator, Bruce realizes. Sleek. Small. Too well-made for any of the usual Gotham suspects. “Kid said it’s for you.”

“And the student?” Bruce asks, taking the communicator from Gordon.

Gordon stuffs his hands into his coat pockets. “Conference room downstairs. I asked one of the ladies at the front desk to watch over him and take his statement since I’m pretty short-handed tonight. She should be finishing up soon.”

“Hn.”

“You’re real talkative tonight.”

Bruce doesn’t bother to respond to that. He growls, “What else.”

“Nothing we can’t handle ourselves,” Gordon sighs. “Nothing urgent, at least.”

He sounds exasperated, and Bruce knows from talking to Gordon during the day that the GCPD is slammed with cases that the city council won’t sign off on asking for Batman’s help. Not to mention all of their internal affairs issues.

Downstairs is probably a real clusterfuck.

Still, Bruce has other priorities.

“Any leads on the sender?” Bruce asks.

Gordon pinches the bridge of his nose. Migraine, probably. “No. Apparently, the kid was drugged and kidnapped. He woke up a few blocks from here with a note.”

“The note?”

“Being processed as evidence,” Gordon tells him. He hands over a photograph. “Here. Don’t say I never did anything for you.”

The note. Bruce doesn’t recognize the handwriting. There’s no signature, either. Just a few words: Go to GCPD. Device must go to Batman.

Vague. Bruce should get back to the Cave and analyze it right now. It may be connected to Robin. He has what he needs from the Commissioner, and usually by now, he’d have vanished off into the shadows.

But tonight’s not usual. For some reason, Bruce hesitates.

The communicator crackles to life.

“I assume that my lovely device has reached the fabled Batman’s hands,” a voice says. “That’s good. I was getting tired of babysitting.”

Bruce stiffens. Definitely connected, then. Gordon blinks at the device, his brain starting to connect dots. Unfortunately, he’s missing some of the key dots. He’ll only be working with half a picture.

Bruce doesn’t draw it for him. He stays silent.

“I’m assuming you’re listening,” the voice says, and this time, Bruce can hear a commotion in the background. “Bring the brat over.”

Gordon’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Fuck you, you bald jerk!” Bruce’s pre-teen ward yells out, and if he didn’t have the cowl on, Bruce is pretty sure he’d be heaving out a sigh, because of course Dick is antagonizing them. “I’m pretty sure I know exactly what I’m talking about. The color scheme is atrocious. No flair, or anything. What are you, second-rate kidnappers? Where’s your pizazz?!”

“Will you shut up?!” another voice cries, probably whoever was ordered to bring Dick over to the first voice.

“It’s literally illegal for me to stop running my mouth. If I’m quiet for more than thirty seconds, the world’ll explode. Now let me go so I can kick your mustached, jumpsuit wearing asses ten ways to Sunday!” Dick yells.

“Not happening,” the first voice says.

“Ow!” Bruce’s heart seizes at Dick’s short cry of pain. “Hey, Mister, I think you missed your calling as a meat tenderizer!”

“Batman’s on the line,” the first voice tells Dick, and this time, Dick does go quiet. “You wanna speak to him, then you behave.”

There’s one, two, three, four, five seconds of silence. And then—

“B?” Dick call out, sounding tentative in a way that puts Bruce’s nerves on fire. There’s static in his brain, and he’s barely able to push past the fuzziness to hear Dick ask, “Are you there?”

Somehow, Bruce manages to sound like his normal, gruff, Batman self when he says, “Robin.”

Dick exhales loudly. And this time Bruce can’t help the fond eyeroll when Dick starts chattering again.

“Good golly gosh, Batman,” Dick says, sounding ten times brighter than before, like he hadn’t just been using language that would have made Alfred wash his mouth out with soap. “You wouldn’t believe how dull this place is. I mean, you’d probably like it with how dark and dreary it is. Perfect for bat brooding.”

There’s more commotion, some angered and exasperated shouts from the background of the communicator, but Dick keeps talking.

“And holy Batman, B, when they surprise adopted me I did not think that I was gonna have to deal with more black. What’s with old guys and monotone colors? D’ya think it makes you look manly?”

“That’s enough, kid,” the first voice says. Then, to Bruce, “If you want the chatterbox traffic light back, you’re going to meet me on 32nd by the old batting cages. Oh, and you’re going to bring me a file from the GCPD.”

“File?” Gordon finally steps in.

“Ah, so the Commish was listening in. Oh well. Yeah. Jaquelyn Briggins. Her file, or you don’t see the kid again.”

“Fine,” says Bruce, before Gordon can put his foot in his mouth. “Fifteen minutes. The batting cages on 32nd.”

The line goes dead. Bruce makes sure it’s temporarily disabled for sure with an attachable EMP.

“Get the file,” Bruce demands.

Gordon sighs, exasperatedly, but walks towards the roof’s door. “I’ll get it. Meet me in my office.”

Bruce goes from roof to window in seconds, slipping into Gordon’s office before the commissioner gets there. Once he brings the file, they pour through it.

Thirteen minutes.

“What’s this guy want with Jaquelyn Briggins?” Gordon asks. “There’s barely anything in here.”

Which is better for them, Bruce thinks as he scans the two sheets of information a third time. More information would take time to sort through things that don’t matter. In this case, all the info Bruce needs is right in front of him.

Eleven minutes.

Bruce takes a picture with his cowl lenses. “I’m borrowing the file.”

Gordon doesn’t look happy. “That’s illegal, you know.”

“So are vigilantes.”

“Bring it back,” Gordon sighs.

Bruce grunts an affirmative, and then he’s off.

The journey to the meet up place is practically a blur. He’s at three minutes when he reaches 32nd street. He reaches the batting cages at two.

He perches from a nearby roof ledge, scanning the area.

Dick’s information is as accurate as always. Four men stand outside the batting cages. There are two men holding Dick, one grabbing each arm. Dick’s staring down a third man, and the last is looking around the practically abandoned street.

One is bald. Two have mustaches. All of them are wearing black jumpsuits. The one standing in front of Dick is wearing rings, which match the scratches on Dick’s cheek.

Nothing else is out of the ordinary. He double checks, sends a discreet message to Alfred to prep the first aid kit and start researching Briggins, and makes sure Superman’s frequency is on hand if things get dicey.

Then, Batman gets to work.

Dick knows he’s there. The way he squints his eyes and grits his teeth as he chatters—yells, really—at the ring-wearer is enough for Bruce to know that much. The kid is yelling louder, now, raving about the goons’ lack of fashion.

It’s agitating them enough for Bruce to slip from the rooftop, landing almost soundlessly in the shadows. He tenses, waits for one of the goons to start yelling at Dick, and then rolls out smoke pellets. They work almost immediately, and Bruce makes his move.

It’s only been a few years since he and Dick have started working together, and even less since they’ve worked together well enough to seamlessly fight half-blind. But, Bruce is careful, and soon, he has the lookout and one of Dick’s captors knocked out with well-placed blows, and as Dick takes out his other captor, Bruce catches the throat of the ring-wearer and slams him up against a chain-link face.

“Who is Jaquelyn Briggs?” Bruce growls out. He pays no attention to the fight behind him. Dick takes the last man out in less than ten seconds. The ring-wearer’s eyes are wide. Bruce slams him against the fence again. “Tell. Me. Now.”

“My—She’s my cousin, man!” the guy croaks, hands scrabbling at the glove crushing his windpipe. “The police—hrk—covered up her death! I know it!”

Bruce lets the ring-wearer fall to the ground. He starts to tie him up after he alerts Gordon to the situation.

Dick crouches down by the restrained ring-wearer, head tilted. “I don’t get why you had to surprise adopt me to find out whether or not the police covered up your cousin’s death. You could’ve just asked Commissioner Gordon and he would have helped you!”

Bruce sighs. “Robin.”

Dick looks up at him. “What? It’s true.”

“Stop using the words ‘surprise adopt’. It’s not funny.”

Dick smirks. “Au contraire, Mister Batman, sir. I think it’s hilarious.”

Bruce rolls his eyes under the cowl. He’s going to be hearing this one for a while. But, he thinks that he can probably live with it, now that his kid is back where he’s supposed to be—right next to him.

“We’re leaving, Robin.”

“’Kay! Bye, surprise adopted father who is no longer my surprise adopted father!”

“Robin.”

“Just say I’m funny and I’ll move on.”

“No, you won’t.”

“You’re probably right.”

Bruce rolls his eyes again, fonder and even more exasperated than the first time. He ushers Robin forward, and then they disappear into the night, the only trace that they were there the four men they’d tied up and left for the police.

Dick chatters the whole way home. Bruce wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[sohotthateveryonedied]

I Trust Him

Summary:  Unlike the others who are so eager to please that they practically beam when he gives them a hello, Jim hasn’t met this one face to face yet. As far as he knows, Hood is on the side of the heroes these days, but just barely. It’s been a confusing couple of years. There’s a duffle bag with eight heads stuffed into it that he just can’t sweep under the rug.

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Jim checks his watch. The signal has been on for ten minutes now, its trademark bat silhouette shining against the backdrop of Gotham’s smog and pollution like a holy beacon. He’s running late tonight. Jim pulls his jacket tighter around himself and it takes everything he has not to shiver as his breaths turn to mist in front of his mustache. If Batman got a paycheck, Jim would dock him a hundred bucks for making him wait in the cold like this. He should have brought a heavier jacket. “Need a smoke?” he hears, which just about gives him a goddamn heart attack. He wheels around, hand flying instinctively to his gun holster, only to find the Red Hood leaning against the door to the roof. And he thought the Bat was good at sneaking up on him. Hood’s holding out a pack of cigarettes.

Unlike the others who are so eager to please that they practically beam when he gives them a hello, Jim hasn’t met this one face to face yet. As far as he knows, Hood is on the side of the heroes these days, but just barely. It’s been a confusing couple of years. There’s a duffle bag with eight heads stuffed into it that he just can’t sweep under the rug. “No thanks,” he says after a moment, pulling his hand back from his firearm. “I’m trying to cut back.” Hood tucks the cigs into his jacket pocket. “Good choice. These things’ll kill you.” Then he snickers, like he’s sharing an inside joke with himself. “So where’s the fire?” Is...Is this it? Batman really sent the Red Hood ahead instead of meeting Gordon himself? Jim hopes he’s not mad at him; he’s been waiting three days to show Batman the pictures he took of his latest kitchen remodel. “Uh. There have been rumors of a robbery happening tonight at the Gotham Museum of Antiquities. A team job, at least four men. I don’t know what they’re looking for, but my intel is pretty sure the target is in the art exhibit.” Hood nods. “Gotcha. I’ll head over there.” Is it weird that Jim is so accustomed to the Bat vanishing on him that he doesn’t entirely know how to end a conversation? Not this kind, anyway. Jim rubs his hands together, trying to coax warmth back into the frozen appendages. “If you don’t mind me asking, where is he? Batman, I mean.” “Had a date. I was unlucky enough to be serving backup tonight.” “Batman dates?” “I know, right?” Another snicker. It’s so creepy hearing him laugh from inside the helmet, echoing faintly like a threat. “I keep telling the others how fucking weird it is but they just get all ‘it’s about time he settled down’ and ‘they’re both old so who cares’ and ‘so what if she’s a criminal, she makes good sangrias’. Fuckin’ kissups.” Jim doesn’t know what surprises him more: that the Batman and Catwoman rumors are true, or that Hood is friendly with the other bats. Since he first started showing up in Gotham, the Hood has always been a wild card. Only kills the worst of the worst, but in such brutal ways that he can’t be trusted not to escalate. And yet, he’s been spotted on multiple occasions giving food to the homeless kids in Crime Alley and escorting the working girls home at night. Then he goes and reveals that not only is he on friendly terms with Batman, but that he’s practically one of the family now? If Jim had a death sentence, he’d ask if Hood’s doing this all just to torment him. “So when’s the robbery supposed to go down?” Hood asks. “I’m a busy guy so I gotta arrange my manicure appointments accordingly.” Jim is pretty sure that’s a joke. Then again, who knows? Jim makes a point of never missing his monthly spa days. His cuticles are grateful for it. “Sometime between eleven and two. I already have some of my men watching the place, but these guys have nabbed priceless objects from right under security guards’ noses.” “Got it,” Hood says. “Do the bat thing. And for your sake, I promise to stick with rubber bullets this time.” Thank the lord. Jim isn’t in the mood for the extra paperwork any deaths would entail. Hood pushes off the door and heads for the edge of the rooftop, taking out a grapple gun. “Now get back inside, commish. You look fucking freezing.” Hood raises his arm to shoot off a line, but Jim stops him. “Wait. Can I ask...is it true?” “Is what true?” “That you’re him. The one he lost.” Hood turns to face him and crosses his arms. “Does it matter?” “To me? I like to think so. It near broke my heart when the kid stopped showing up.” Understatement. When Batman lost his second one, Jim didn’t see the big guy for weeks. The best he got were glimpses in newspaper articles, detailing the Bat’s new form of violence as if the world had personally wronged him. He’d truly gone off the deep end, and Jim knew in his gut that it wasn’t just vengeance for himself. Then, when Jim was sure there was nothing to be done, a new one showed up. The third kid. He wasn’t like his predecessor, who was the brightest firecracker Jim had ever met. He liked chocolate bars and doing cartwheels along the roof’s edge while the adults talked, chiming in with a quip every once in a while. Sometimes Jim would make a trip to the vending machine right before their meetings and buy the kid a Snickers bar, just to see him light up. Robin would repay him by sneaking into his office and planting a bag of Swedish Fish somewhere he knew he’d find it. It became a game for the two of them. “He died,” Hood says. Jim can’t see his face, but he imagines a scowl hiding beneath the helmet. Just like his mentor. “And now?” A shrug. “He got better.” Jim shoves his hands into his pockets. “Well, if you happen to see him, give him my best. I’ve missed him. He’s a good kid.” “Was a good kid, you mean. People change.” “Maybe. Maybe not. Whatever the case, he was always my favorite one.” Hood’s expression doesn’t change because...well, it’s a hood. But Jim likes to think that he’s smiling under there. “I should go.” Jim nods. “Good luck. And go easy on my guys, will you? It’s not easy getting them to trust a gun-wielding maniac. No offense.” This time when Hood snickers, it’s not as threatening as it was before. “None taken. But what about you? Do you trust a gun-wielding maniac?” Now there’s a complicated question. After a moment, Jim settles on, “I can’t say that I agree with everything you do. And as far as the GCPD is concerned, you’re on real thin ice.” Hood nods, like he expected that much. “But that kid who used to hide candy in my office? I trust him.” Red Hood raises his grapple again and gives a quick two-fingered salute. “Cool. See ya, Gordon.” And then he’s gone, leaping off into the shadows. Even though there’s no one left to see, Jim smiles and salutes back. “See you, kiddo.”

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[thedeviltohisangel]

In The Air Tonight//1

She cherished her new last name. Cherished the memory of Bruce offering it to her. The memory of receiving it. Physically shedding the past and embracing her future. One filled with love and warmth and all of the things she had been raised to never want or need. But Bruce didn’t mind that she kept certain pieces of her old self intact. The pieces of her that enjoyed thrills and excitement and was addicted to adrenaline and walking the line between life and death.

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She was seething and he could tell. Felt it rolling off of her in waves every time he walked passed. It wasn’t that it was hard to keep her happy. It was just hard to keep her still. 

“Would you mind at least trying to smile?” he asked gently as he completed another lap of socializing.

“No. It would look worse than my scowl.” He hummed and took another sip of his champagne.

“How can I make it better?” Over the years, Bruce had come to pride himself in his ability to discern what was bothering her. To figure it out and make it better in a way that left others amazed. It always made Alfred smile to watch the familiar intimacy that the two had built over time. 

“Unfortunately, you can’t. It’s just one of those days.” They were few and far between ever since she had met him but they never disappeared. He reached down and gave her hand a light squeeze. Sometimes his affection was too much for her on these days. But she still needed to know he was there and understood and ready whenever she was. “Maybe...maybe even a solo kind of night.” She said it with no hint of her previous angst around the edges.

“Is that why it’s one of those days?” The date wasn’t lost on him. To Bruce there were happy dates he kept locked in his head. The day he met her. The day she married him. Her birthday. Alfred’s birthday. And then there were those that were melancholy. The date of his parent’s death. When he first donned the suit. When Wayne Manor burned down. But in the dark recesses of his mind were two dates he wished he could erase. Today was one year since Emilia had dove off the side of a building thinking she was following Catwoman. But it had been an illusion. He didn’t like thinking about it. About the way her body was mangled when he found her. The way his hands shook as he tried to assist Alfred. The way his tears stained her bandages as he cried and prayed and screamed for the days following.

“Yes,” she choked out as she blinked away the tears as she worked through the same memories that he had.

“Then you go solo tonight.” His eyes were molten as they landed on her. Bruce had worked hard to shove away the overbearing nature that he wanted to inhabit. He had sworn at her bedside that she would never leave the Manor again. That she could work with Alfred from the cave every night. Had fooled himself into thinking he could force her into becoming a housewife. He should have known the woman who gritted her teeth at the envelopes addressed to Mr. & Mrs. Bruce Wayne would never allow herself to be sheltered away. 

“I love you, Bruce,” she whispered as she allowed herself to indulge with a kiss. 

“I love you even more,” he whispered back, his hand coming to the back of her head so she couldn’t drift far and could kiss him again.

“Mr. Wayne, it’s unfair to keep such a beauty hidden away from the rest of us.” They were pulled from their cocoon by a party goer. Someone who did contract work with Wayne Enterprise she thinks.

“Sometimes we need a moment of solace from all the...revelers,” she said with the fake smile Bruce had asked her to put on earlier. There were some other words she would have preferred to label the party guests at but that wouldn’t have been very polite.

“May I steal you for a dance, Mrs.Wayne?”

“Actually, I-” Bruce started, stepping in to save her from her least favorite activity on a good day.

“This is one of my favorite songs, Mr. Irwin. You picked the perfect time to ask.” She returned the favor, squeezing Bruce’s hand before taking the other man’s arm and letting him lead her to the center of the dance floor. It wasn’t the first time, and certainly not the last time, that Bruce thought about how little he deserved someone like her in his life. Let alone as his wife. He watched her sway and spin and laugh while the entire room watched her. No one except him knew the true pain that was underneath her smile. Hidden in the polite conversation she was making. Needing to be mended over before she broke.

“Mrs. Wayne-”

“Emilia. Please.” She cherished her new last name. Cherished the memory of Bruce offering it to her. The memory of receiving it. Physically shedding the past and embracing her future. One filled with love and warmth and all of the things she had been raised to never want or need. But Bruce didn’t mind that she kept certain pieces of her old self intact. The pieces of her that enjoyed thrills and excitement and was addicted to adrenaline and walking the line between life and death.

“My apologies. Emilia, how does a man like Bruce Wayne snag himself such a fierce companion?” She smirked. It was a question they were asked often. The billionaire could have picked any beautiful girl he wanted. One who would devote herself to being a housewife. Drape herself in jewels and over his lap at every event. Have her legs spread for him once he got home. And understand that once her beauty faded, he would turn her in for a newer model.

“He earns her.” But instead of all of that, Bruce had found her. Found her in the mountains. He thought the League kept her around for her beauty. Assumed she was some sort of concubine for al Ghul. Brutally, he learned otherwise.

“Is that the secret?”

“It is no secret. Shouldn’t we all prove ourselves worthy of the companion we seek? Whether it be through physical gestures or emotional connection?” She supposes he got his wife through material gifts. How dreadful.

“Excuse me, but I believe this is our song.”

“Is mind reading another skill you’ve happened to pick up lately?” Emilia smiled genuinely as her husband spun her in a grand circle and pulled her so close she thought they might become one.

“Can only read yours.” 

“Well, you have my gratitude.”

“Yeah?” She recognized the glint to his eyes instantly, his hand sliding further down her back. 

“Even though coming with you on your plane that day means speaking to strangers and laughing at things that are not funny, I would not take back a single moment.”

“Even the bloody ones?” His tone was softer as his words got more serious. Bruce couldn’t deny that her being with him brought her danger even if she was more than capable of defending herself in the face of it. You never wanted to be the reason your loved ones had sadness behind their eyes. Normally, she was a rock. With and without the mask. You’d never know she was human under all her stoicism. He never wanted to, or felt he needed to, treat her like she was made of glass. He was honest and blunt and didn’t pull his punches when they sparred on the weekends. Maybe he should stop assuming her strength.

“If I was not bloody with you then I would be bloody alone. I much prefer the company.” She smiled up at him and it felt like only the two of them were in the room. Her life was always complicated and always would be. Being with Bruce Wayne wasn’t the reason for her tumultuous inner thoughts or nightmares. They were a part of her. Having him brought more light. Chased some of the dark corners away.

“Look in the sky!”

“I wonder what’s going on!”

“Someone get Jim Gordon on the phone!” They both looked in the direction of the pointed fingers and saw The Bat Signal in the sky. Emilia turned back to say goodbye to her husband and assume her position as host, Mrs. Wayne. 

“Go.” Her face transformed into shock as the word came out of Bruce’s mouth.

“But-”

“We agreed you’d go solo tonight. Nothing changes that.”

“Bruce, that signal means you and all these people-”

“Will be politely asked to leave as soon as possible.” She kissed him with a newfound exhilaration. “Now go. Alfred will be your eyes and ears until I can get down there.” After indulging with one more kiss, Emilia walked out of the gala before picking up her pace towards the library. Her fingers found the three keys with ease and she slipped behind the bookshelf as quiet as a mouse.

“Evening, Mrs. Wayne.”

“Evening, Alfred. What am I running into?” She started shedding her dress and jewelry as the butler pressed a button and a clear wardrobe rose from the water.

“Bank robbery with hostages.”

“Normal robbers or are they in clown masks? Exploding penguins? Riddles?” Nothing was ever simple in Gotham. She had learned quickly that everyone had a gimmick.

“Not yet,” he replied. “Is Master Wayne joining you tonight?”

“No, Alfred, we have guests.”

“How’s it going? She complete recon yet?” Alfred looked to his left as Bruce came jogging into the cave. He was undoing his cufflinks and rolling up his sleeves, out of breath from his hustle to dismiss the attendees and workers so he could make it down to the southeast corner.

“Yes. I’m not that slow,” she teased over the speakers.

“How many? What kind of weapons? The hostages-”

“Bruce. I’ll cut off comms if you don’t breathe and keep quiet.” He dropped his head and stayed quiet so she knew he had heard and would obey. But Alfred noticed the slight tremor to his hands, the way he was tapping the ground with his foot. 

“Why did you agree if you were going to kill yourself with worries, Master Wayne?” he asked as he pressed the button to mute their microphone.

“The way she was looking at me, Alfred...I…”

“Love leaves us powerless sometimes. Particularly when faced by the person we give it to.” 

“4 hostiles, 20 hostages. 2 of them children.”

“Weapons?”

“Fully automatic. Be home in time for a sudsy shower, don’t worry.” Bruce didn’t even have time to apologize to Alfred before she was throwing a stun grenade and gracefully falling from the window of the bank. She appeared to the goons in flashes. Gone before they had a chance to get their bearings on her appearance. She took down two before the effects of surprise wore off, the third leveling his gun at her and the fourth at a hostage.

“Alright, Mrs. Batshit, you pick your life or the boy’s.”

“Shoot me.” Bruce had been silent, doing his best to relax, but her words startled him slightly. He had seen her get out of the most dire of situations but she was standing perfectly relaxed, the gun leveled at point blank range. “Pull the trigger.” And he did. And nothing happened.

“She counts her bullets well, doesn’t she?” Alfred mentioned with a jovial smile.

“Need her to start counting my lives,” Bruce replied as he exhaled. Emilia used their moment of confusion to toss a dagger behind her, piercing the the hand of the final hostile and letting the child break free as he howled in agony. Her leg kicked high and knocked the gun from the one who was planning to shoot her, her fist following him to the ground and succeeding in knocking him out. She turned to finish the fourth but saw he was on his knees as if he was waiting for her. As if he was bowing to her. “What’s this?” Bruce muttered as he pressed to turn up the volume.

“I am honored to be in your presence, my Lady.”

“Remove your mask.” It wasn’t a thug as she had been expecting. But rather a woman. One she knew well. One even she feared. “Shiva.”

“I’ve come to bring you home.” Bruce had many questions as he watched the moment unfold in front of him and had to bite his tongue to prevent them all from tumbling out.

“And if this is my home?” Emilia asked, her hand moving to grip the bo staff that was strapped to her back. Shiva wasn’t who they sent to negotiate. Not with her words anyways.

“Then you know what I must do.” It was at that moment the police breached the bank and their guns were pointed at the two of them.

“Emilia, get out of there!” Bruce called out as her and Shiva seemed in no rush to move from their current positions.

“I look forward to our next encounter, my Lady. Being responsible for your only defeat has taken me far.” It was meant to anger her and would have succeeded in initiating their next death match if it wasn’t for Bruce calling out in her ear. Emilia grappled up through the skylight and out of sight before anyone knew any better.

“Get me everything you can possibly find on that woman, Alfred.”

“Yes, sir. What do you think this means?”

“The past has come for her. And they aren’t taking her.”

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[batkidsaremadkids]

Fart-man

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Jim Gordon stood in the roof of Gotham City PD, leaning on the railing while smoking. He had turned on the Bat-Signal some time ago and was biding his time until Batman would show. Jim actually solved a lot of his cases on this roof waiting for Batman, when he had the time to think, the time to breathe and watch the skyline. Time to change his perspective.

The commissioner heard fabric rustling behind him and knew Batman had arrived.

"Commissioner."

He turned around to face the vigilante. "Batman."

The imposing figure half hidden in the shadows was still as intimidating as the first time he'd seen him. The menacing glint in the glowing eye lenses of the mask really sold the whole demon from hell-idea that criminals spread when they first laid eyes on the man.

Jim exhaled smoke and let his eyes sweep over the man – for that was without a doubt what he was.

Batman stepped out of the shadow into the dim light. "I assume you called about the new drug spreading through the city?"

"Yes. My guys only got that they're operating from the docks."

Batman nodded. "They do. It's a new gang that's compromised out of people that used to work for Joker, Ivy and some other big players. They're-"

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Jim had never known how a record scratch in your head felt like. Until now. Batman seemed frozen in place. So Jim cleared his throat to shake the mental block and continue. Everyone had embarrassing moments, no need to make Batman suffer. "So they aren't newbies but learned from some of the flashiest criminals in all of Gotham. Did you-"

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Jim saw Batman's jaw tense. He actually saw his jaw tense. Batman's threshold was usually a lot higher than some involuntary flatulence.

Batman took deep measured breaths that reminded Jim of meditation and the anger management seminars he regularly sent some of his officers to. If he was a gambling man – and anyone else was on this roof with him – he would bet Batman had his eyes closed behind the cowl. After about half a minute his intense gaze was back on Jim and the vigilante seemed ready to keep going.

"The gang thankfully didn't adapt their mentors' flair for the drama-"

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The clink of Batman's teeth meeting as his jaw slammed shut was audible.

Was that a vein pulsing under the cowl or was Jim imagining that?

"Do- do you need a minute?" he asked.

Batman threw a freezing glare Jim's way. "No. Why would I?"

Ignorance was bliss. Or something like that. Let Batman do what Batman needed to do. "Yes. –  No." Jim shook his head. Start over. "We're really lucky if the gang doesn't decide to pick up a theme."

"Until now they've only established a small-"

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A deep sigh. "A small parameter around-"

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"-their warehouse as territory-"

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Batman trembled all over by now. From the grit of his teeth Jim tipped on repressed anger. But he wasn't nearly crazy enough to ask.

Jim got his answer anyway when Batman exploded.

"Enough!" he shouted. Like the crazed lunatics he usually caught Batman jerked his head from left to right, peering into shadows and growling. "I know you're there! Get out here!"

Had Batman just lost his mind because he accidentally farted, or was Jim missing something?

"Now!" Batman growled like thunder. His stare was now focused on a particular shadow to their right.

The shadow shifted. Jim watched as Nightwing did that trick of appearing in the darkness that all the Gotham vigilantes seemed so fond of. His hands were held up on chest height, palms out. A good call on his part – if Batman started expelling steam from his nostrils soon Jim wouldn't be surprised.

"April fools?" he asked with a sheepish grin Jim had seen top often in the boy's Robin days. He couldn't imagine what Batman had had to deal with.

"That was more than a week ago," Batman said. He stared Nightwing down for another minute before turning to another shadow. "The rest of you can get out too."

Red Robin and Spoiler appeared from the opposite direction of Nightwing.

"But B-man!" whined Spoiler theatrically, "That's the beauty in waiting! You were totally wired on the first!"

Batman met her eyes with a cold stare designed to intimidate.

"Red had the speaker's remote!" she offered as she stepped aside, hoping Batman would find a new target in her partner in crime.

Red Robin looked betrayed for a second, gaze switching between Spoiler and Batman, before he seemed to remember something and focused solely on Batman. "It was all Hood's idea."

As if on cue Red Hood landed on the roof. "What the fuck Red?"

Jim would concentrate on the fact that Red Hood was on his roof in a second. As soon as he had processed that the man carried Robin kicking and swearing under his arm. "Unhand me you oaf!"

But Red Hood ignored him as he got into an argument with Red Robin. Then Robin caught sight of Batman.

"Father! These imbeciles hatched a most dastardly plan to humiliate you in front of Gordon!"

There was a second of silence before every youngster vigilante in Gotham started to defend themselves, blame the others, or argued that it was hilarious so who cared. Jim jerked his head this way and that but there was no chance to follow anything. The noise level kept mounting until Batman decided to end it all.

"Enough!" he shouted for the second time that night. "Cave. Now. Agent A will decide your punishments."

A low murmur swept over the kids and the roof emptied faster and more quietly than it had filled.

Just a few seconds later Jim Gordon stood on the roof of the GCPD alone again. Even Batman had abandoned him mid-discussion.

"Fuck."

Jim took another drag from his cigarette. The whole scene hadn't even taken long enough for it to burn down. He'd have to try to catch Batman again later. For now, he'd get back inside and get a coffee and something against this headache.

His phone beeped with an incoming message and a data transfer.

Please excuse the children. -O

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[incorrectbatclan]

Hi I'm that some person who asked about the Bat Family! Your post was really useful! Thank you so much! Do you reckon you could do another post of the others??? (Only if you want ❤️) And I saw that you wouldn't mind doing a Villain post? Cause I wouldn't mind either! Thank you again! You're amazing ❤️❤️

right ok sorry i didn’t answer this earlier lol but im off college now for christmas break so i have all the time. 

First post! - The boys and Cass

Barabara Gordon: Babs my wife. ginger goddess, love her. Babs is the daughter of Commissioner Gordon, and the first batgirl. She was introduced in 1967 and just pretty much decided she wanted to kickass and made herself a little costume to join batman and robin i think???? anyway joker’s a jackass and decided to shoot her to get back at her dad so,,,,,, he shot her in the spine, paralysing her, so she retired as batgirl and became Oracle instead, the information broker and master hacker of the justice league, had a thing going on with dick for a while but DC likes changing their minds on whether or not their characters can be happy so who knows what’s going on there anymore. Part of the Birds of Prey, which she helped formed, and she’s not even in the new movie about it that i can see so fuck u DC :/ Age varies wildly but she’s normally around Dick’s age or older - to begin with she started off as his babysitter but DC doesn’t like sticking to their own timelines so- 👾/10

Stephanie Brown: My girl!!!! steph ok steph is amazing, basically her dad’s another jackass villain right but like not even a good one just a lame one, called Cluemaster (discount Riddler), and she was like ‘well fuck you dad im going to ruin ur whole day, every day’ and then she dressed up as a vigilante called ‘Spoiler’ to keep in with the family heritage and then just kept fucking with him until one day Tim, as Robin, came along and she chucked a brick at his head and from that blossomed a beautiful friendship. Anyway she was Spoiler for a little while longer and was dating Tim in that period, until Tim’s dad found out about everything and was like what the fuck so he had to retire for a bit and then she became the 4th Robin, until she died bc Black Mask is another Gotham Dickhead, but then DC was like ooooh maybe we shouldn’t have done that,,,, so they just pretended she died. Anyway Bruce dies and Cass, the current Batgirl, is like tfvygbuhjink so she gives Steph Batgirl and now DC keeps swapping between Spoiler and Batgirl for her. She was Dick and Damian’s Batgirl when Dick was Batman. Around Tim’s age, maybe 18?  🧇/10

Duke Thomas: Duke!! Duke’s new to the continuity so he’s not been in a whole lot, but this boy already needs a break oh my god. Duke’s the only vigilante meta Bruce allows in the city bc Duke is his son now and the JL are a bunch of bastards so there’s obvious logic behind it, Clark. Anyway he’s called the Signal and he can manipulate light when taking it in with his eyes, can look back and forward in time briefly using the light. Duke first met Bruce when him and his family rescued him when he was unconscious, which then got repayed when they got kidnapped by the Joker as he was planning to murder them to recreate Bruce’s parents’ death but Bruce got to them before he could kill them, but not before Joker drove his parents crazy with Joker toxin. He joined the We Are Robin movement and is currently trying to find his parents after he was placed in the foster system, and is currently training with Batman. Bruce can’t adopt him yet but I’m sure he’ll find a way. May have shadow powers rn, who knows. Around 15-16 i think?  💡/10

Kate Kane: Kate is Bruce’s cousin, who’s last name just happens to rhyme. She wears a wig in costume, and has short hair out of costume, which I don’t understand but anyway. She shares my love of the colour red and I wish to marry her also, and she goes by Batwoman. I love how creative this family is, and she was expelled from the military for being an out lesbian. After that she trained with her father, a military officer, to become Batwoman after seeing atman in action. She’s also Jewish! I don’t really follow her story that much so I’m not that knowledgeable on it I’m afraid, but she’s a sick character. Around Bruce’s age I think  ❤️/10

Jim Gordon: he’s so tired. he’s the head of the gotham police force and that’s really all you need to know to realise that this man needs a break. please dc. he’s been through so much. The show Gotham is really good if you want to know more about him in his earlier days before being promoted. he’s probably older than like all the gotham rogues so there he is, this old man watching these children causing havoc on his city and having to flick on a goddamn bat switch to get this overgrown furry, his annoying sidekicks, and his wonderful daughter to deal with them instead of you know, the police force he runs. An old man. 👮/10

i’ll try and do a villain one later if u still want me to lol!! im very biased towards all the rogues except mr booboo the clown

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[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Waynes

by TheFlashWriter The light of the bat signal slowly dimmed, the night sky returning to the pitch blackness as a group of friends surrounded the pillars of a Gotham building. Spraying black paint across the pillars. “The signal’s gone?” “Then he’s probably gone as well!” “You sure?” “Of course I am!” They continued spray painting, and as the bat signal shut for the night, a much more terrifying sound echoed through the Gotham sky. Thwip. The friends stopped, dropping their cans of spray paint as they looked to the sky. A man, swinging from building to building from a web, highlighted in the Gotham City skyline. Spider-Man. Words: 5219, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, The Batman (Movie 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Peter Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Officer Martinez (The Batman Movie 2022), Felicia Hardy, Selina Kyle, Wilson Fisk, Carmine Falcone, Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma, Adrian Toomes, Herman Schultz, L. Thompson Lincoln (The Spectacular Spider-Man), J. Jonah Jameson, Jim Gordon, Joseph Martello, George Stacy Relationships: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Felicia Hardy/Peter Wayne, Peter Wayne & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Peter Wayne Additional Tags: Ultimate Spider-Man (2024) inspired, peter Parker AU, Peter Parker is a Wayne now, Canon divergence - The Batman (2022), Jennifer Tilly - Freeform, Jennifer Tilly is so hot bro via https://ift.tt/onDcahV

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[locke-writes]

Truth

Author: locke-writes

Title: Truth

Prompt: 3am - Matchbox Twenty, Bruce Wayne For: @thefanficfaerie​ ‘s 3500 Follower Challenge

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,360

Stretching out in bed you wondered why you even bothered reaching for a body next to you. Bruce wouldn't be there, you knew that although you hoped that tonight you'd be wrong. Excuses upon excuses had been piled on, sometimes you wondered why you still accepted them when you knew or assumed they were lies. Whatever the truth actually was you doubted you'd want to know. Checking your phone you noted that tonights excuse was working late at the office, something new that Lucius Fox was working on. You closed your eyes trying to fall back asleep the rain pounding against the window lulling you to sleep but the thoughts of Bruce's lies fighting against the sense of peace.

Walking into the mansion Bruce tried to quiet his footsteps. He'd been another night out on patrol this time caught up in fighting Two-Face. Bruised and bloody he creeped along the hallway ripping pieces of armor off trying to make his way into the spare bathroom to clean himself up. He wasn't exactly sure which excuse he was going to make as you'd surely notice him wince when he walked or a bruise that might creep along his face.

The cowl was shoved into a dresser drawer in one of the spare bedrooms. He'd wanted to tell you who he was but he was worried about putting you in danger, not that anyone would have associated you with Batman. There were reasons that continued to abound in his mind, reasons not to tell you. He supposed none of them mattered, you'd been with him for a year and a half, living with him for six months, you knew him better than anyone. There were secrets shared with you that he'd never shared with anyone but somehow this was the one secret he couldn't bare to share with you. Perhaps he was afraid, if you knew the full truth of who he was, would you leave?

Looking at himself in the mirror Bruce could not discern the severity of his wounds. There was a first aid kit under every sink in the house and he prepared to use whatever was in the kit to make himself look somewhat decent. The more wounds that he covered the less likely you would be too suspect any of what had happened. Removing the antiseptic and cleaning cloths, he went to sit against the edge of the bathtub removing his shirt to locate the area on his side where blood still seemed to be coming from. Noting the cut along his side he wondered if it was deep enough to need stitches, he also wondered what the consequences would be if he stitched a wound that ended up not needing it. Reaching for the bottle he had set at the edge of the sink Bruce froze at it fell backwards into the tub. If all of his walking around and bumping into everything while trying to take of the suit wasn’t cause for you waking then certainly the loud banging from the bathroom down the hall from the main bedroom was cause for you to wake. He held his breath and as he feared, your footsteps began to echo through the hall.

There was no time to hide any evidence of who he was, there was nothing left that he could do. Ultimately, it was inevitable at one point in time he would have told you although this was never the way you should have discovered the truth. He fished the bottle out of the bathtub, pouring some onto a cloth and started cleaning the wound. The door pushed open and you walked in. He waited for you to speak.

When you saw the wounds that littered Bruce’s body, you knew. Part of you had always suspected but you had thought it was ridiculous, there was no way that Bruce Wayne was Batman. Yet here you knew there was no better explanation. You could argue that he had been mugged on the way home but that wouldn’t account for each and every time he had come home late at night wincing in pain. It explained so much, your sleepless nights waiting for him, worried about him yet fearing what could possibly be going on. You suspected that he was indeed telling the truth on the nights that he was with Lucius, only Lucius had the capabilities of building any of the tech utilized by Batman. Jim Gordon knew the truth you believed, he had to otherwise why would he have trusted Bruce with the knowledge of certain things. Everything seemed to make sense and you wondered how you could have been so blind all this time.

As you processed everything in your head, you simultaneously brushed aside Bruce’s hand to examine the cut on his side. A bruise was already forming across his cheek and there was swelling around his wrist. He would need ice and as long as the wrist could move, it was most likely a sprain although you wondered if you should even suggest an x-ray to confirm or maybe just get a wrist brace. He was lucky it was his non-dominate hand and an injury he could easily brush off as having gotten in some normal way, not by fighting crime in Gotham each night.

“You’ll need stitches for that” you spoke, digging through the first aid kit for the needle and thread that was included.

Bruce just sat there as you started threading the needle, it stung when you first began to stitch him up but his mind was elsewhere. That was not the reaction he was expecting when you saw him like this for the first time.

“Aren’t you going to yell?” he asked, breaking the silence.

You didn’t look up, working on the last stitches, “What point is there in yelling”

“None I suppose. I just thought”

“Thought what?” you interrupted.

“That you’d be angry, that you’d shout at me. That you would hate me for lying to you or hate me for putting myself in danger. You know who I am right. You’ve figured out I’m Batman?”

“You’ll rip the stitches if you exert yourself to much.”

“Will you just continue to ignore this?”

"I’m not ignoring anything Bruce. I’m helping patch you up and then you’re going to come with me to bed. You want me to confront you. You want me to be upset. I understand but I’m not. Or at least I’m not upset about you’re being hurt, I’m upset that you kept this from me for this long.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. On some level, I understand why you did it although on some level it feels as though you’ve never trusted me with anything. Don’t bothering saying anything, I already know that isn’t true but that doesn’t mean that isn’t how it feels.”

“I wanted to tell you. I didn’t know how. I was afraid that you’d leave me, I’m still afraid of that actually.”

You moved to put the first aid kit away, “I’m not going anywhere Bruce. I just want you to promise me that you’re not going to lie anymore about this. I want you to trust me. I also want you to stay home for the next few nights until you’re healed.”

Bruce laughed, “I’ll text Jim only to light up the Bat-Signal when it’s absolutely something that he can’t deal with alone. And I promise no more lying about this part of me, I’ll show you where everything is kept tomorrow if you’d like”

“Good. It’ll be nice to know that the only thing I have to worry about with you is Gotham’s criminal masterminds rather than you falling down the stairs because you were wearing socks and the floor had just been polished.”

“I know what you’re getting at but that wasn’t an excuse. I bought Alfred wet floor signs to use next time.”

Laughing you pulled Bruce up and helped him walk back to the bedroom where he fell into bed.

“Before I forget. How’d you learn to sew stitches like that?”

“It’s Gotham, you never know when it could be useful”

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