Haven't posted any reverse hauntings! Au stuff for a while now. So here's my redesigns of Alistair and Addison Crump.
This is right after the final fight and the two of them finally have a heart to heart. So I decided to write some fluff of them finally being emotionally vulnerable.
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Alistair and Addison Crumps stood there, facing each other. The older of the two looked down at his ten year old son with a . . . Well, Alistair really couldn't put the look into words.
His father had always been rather expressive with his facial features: messed up as his face was. You could always tell when he was annoyed or angry, which felt like almost always.
But this didn't feel like that.
Even still, Alistair looked down at the floor, ashamed of himself.
He couldn't believe he was so stupid in believing the tricks of the hatbox ghost. And if Mr.Gracey hadn't caught him in time then . . .
They boys brown eyes began swelling up with tears the longer he sulked, with only mere seconds going by. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, he finally found the words to speak.
" Look I'm sorry ok! I just . . . I-I . . ."
He was trying to find the words to say, but was caught of gaurd by two strong hands, roughly grabbing him and pulling him in. Surprised by this, Alistair Froze.
With his son pressed agia st his chest, Addison touch became gentle. His right arm was placed around his son's back as his left hand rested atop the boy's head.
His hands were trembling slightly as he turned his head down.
" Alistair. . ." He began.
" Please . . .Please never scare me like that agian. . . "
Alistair was speechless: His dad was hugging him. And his Dad never hugged him.
Not only that,but Alistair could swear that the tone in his dad's voice was something scared. Almost desperate.
They both were silent for a moment.
" I don't hate you, Al," Addison continued. Alistair's eyes widened. " I never hated you."
The shock had finally worn off, and a wave of emotions crashed into Alistair at once. He thought back to the talk he had with Mr.Gracey not too long ago. Did Mr.Gracey tell him about it?
Right now, it didn't matter. Tears were pouring out of his eyes, and Alisstair couldn't stop himself from crying even if he wanted to.
His Dad just held him closer.
" And . . . And I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I made you believe that I did."
In all of his life, Alistair had never seen his father cry. Not even when his mother had died. But there the man was.
Addison tried his best to stop the tears forming in his eye, closing it shut. "I love you, Al. I love you so so much, and . . . and I know I should have told you it sooner. "
The two of them then stood there for a good few minutes. Alistair continued to cry as Addison held him.After his son had calmed down, Addison slowly let go of the hug.Then,gently grasping his son by the shoulders, Addison spoke once again.
" Alistair. You and your mother were the best thing that ever happened to me. I want you to know that, ok?"
Alistair looked up to meet the scarred facehis dad. Letting out a small sniffle, he wiped his nose with the sleve of his Jaket " O-ok."
" I already lost you, Mother Al." Addison crouches down, now on eye level with his son. " I miss her, and I know you do too . . ."
" Y-yeah." Alistair agrees, wiping a tear away with the back of his hand. " Yeah I do."
" But you know what?"
" What?"
Addison cups his son's face with one of his hands. The tears were now fully visible in the older mans eyes.
" I don't know what I would ever do if I lost you . . ."
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MORE BANE WITH CHILD!READER
Sounds of stomping and the breaking of objects could be heard echoing around the warehouse. And a large man by the name of Bane could be found smashing apart every box and crate stored there.
Suddenly, a dark shadow wishes by: the figure barely seeable. But bane knew who it was.
Landing behind him, the looming shadow of the bat stood.
The corners of Bane's mouth curved up to form a small smirk. " Ah, Batman. I was wondering when you would show up!"
" Whatever it is, you think you're doing bane- "
The dark vigilante began to speak, but he was cut off the moment Bane turned around. However, it wasn't from Bane charging at him or throwing a punch. Rather, it was from what was strapped o to the drugged-up rouges chest.
" Bane. . ." Batman spoke, voice deep and Raspy as ever. " What is that?"
Bane looks down as Batman points to his chest, where you are being held in a baby carrier.
Looking at the bat-like hero with your baby stare, you put one of your little fists into your mouth as you babble a bit.
" It is my baby." Bane replies bluntly. " Reader."
Batman looks at you, then back at Bane. He then gave Bane a stern look
" What?" Bane argues defensively. " It is practically impossible to find a babysitter in this city nowadays."
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