simply put, we are not in this alone

dc comics & aftg enjoyer, scientist, lover of complaining. previously known as @ninety-two-bees

crawling out of my cave with more WIP snippets instead of actually writing any of the fics i have planned

idk when (if) this fic will ever see the light of day but i am finally kinda back to writing and branching out to writing about my favourite little tv show 🤭

i have zero time to write and also have a chest infection so i (once again) present to you the opening of my andreil fic that’s rotting in my drafts

They knew from the beginning that there was no coming back from this. Darkseid had already taken everything from them, and if they wanted to rebuild—if they wanted to buy themselves some more time with the people they love before it was all lost again—this was their only choice. With his children dead at his feet, and with everyone he had ever tried to protect long gone, Bruce was ready to dig his own grave. The mission was over. He had failed. Even those left standing—Clark, Diana, J’onn, Barry—were hanging on by a thread. There were a few others too, but Bruce couldn’t pull himself out of his grief long enough to register who was still standing. Even as the final plan, their last chance, was being discussed, Bruce felt a million miles away. Absolution finds him where he least deserves it.

thank you my beloved @velanavis for reminding me this WIP exists

first time trying to write from the pov of a miserable old guy 👍