Hurt Bruce lover :3

some people don’t deserve fanfics, much less for free.

also even if authors didn’t tag any specific warnings but they used the “creator chose not to use archive warnings” tag, then that is your warning.

Anyways... Somehow, he finds himself turned back in time. But, instead of adopting all of them again.

He didn't.

He changed the course of their fate by calling Superman to save Richard and his parents. Hunting Sheila and getting the help she needs, thus preventing Jason from stealing his tires. Befriending Drake's and slowly steered their parenting skills (He didn't think he was a good parent either. Why would the kids hate him so much, if he did.) and swooping down to save them from their deaths. Letting Barbara and her father adopt Cassandra. And saving Duke's parents from Joker.

The only left was Damian. He infiltrates the LoA and takes him. He nearly gave him up but had a second thought and decided against it. He raised Damian as his only son.

But then, he found a mate (if this is an Omegaverse. This can be a Superbat as well. Dunno) have a child with the said mate and took this as a second chance to become a great parent.

But, the former Wayne kids someday opened their eyes and remembered their former life. Heartbroken, they saw how happy Bruce and Damian were with their new Family.

I don't know if I should let them reconcile? Or leave the angsty - angst.

Pps. I'm the one who wrote the hand movement and eye movement thingy. Thank you for being nice.

Anon baby you are breaking my heart why would I not be nice?

- i lowk want endgame brutalia but you said superbat, so

"He looks happy," Dick murmurs, closing his eyes and turning away. Jason puts a hand on his shoulder, leaning into the touch to take comfort from it himself. Catherine got shunted into rehab years ago, Willis got a job at Wayne Enterprises, and he grew up in a stable home. He doesn't have quite the same bulk as before, even if he took after Willis' large frame. Blue eyes water as he too turns away from the manor.

Tim plucks the binoculars from Dick's slack grip, and steps up next to Cass, peering through the gates to the manor.

Damian, only ten, and so much more a child than he was the first time around, howls with laughter between Bruce and Clark, standing on Bruce's shoulders to duel Clark as he walks upside down on the ceiling, their wooden swords coming together over and over. Smiles abound, and it makes a weight settle in the stomachs of their spectators.

Their spectators that three weeks ago, regained memories of the previous timeline, before Bruce was sent back, before it diverged, before their dad decided not to be their dad anymore.

"Why are we here?" Cass asks, turning her back on the manor. "He doesn't want us anymore."

Dick stands abruptly, and Haley's Circus' best aerialist clears the tall fence in one bound, and stalks off down the driveway.

None of them are vigilantes, in this life.

All of them find a way over that fence.

Dick pounds his fist on the door, and the laughter drifting out the open windows ceases. The lock clicks. The door creaks.

Clark Kent stands in the foyer of his home, and the smile drops from his face. In a flash, they're all back outside the gates, which he's easing closed behind them.

"Supes--"

"No, Timothy," Clark says. There is no familiarity in his voice. "Bruce tried so hard to keep you away from him in this life. Please. He-- He tried so hard to give you the lives you deserve, please don't tell me it failed."

"Three weeks ago," Jason explains tersely. "We got our memories from the last life. We're not sure why."

"CLARK!"

Clark flinches, and twitches in place. "Why are you here?"

"He's our father," Jason growls. Clark pinches his nose.

"But he's not. He made sure of that. And you guys-- you being here, he'll think he failed. He won't be able to cope with failing you all again."

"He didn't fail us the first time!" There is no love lost between this Dick Grayson, and this Superman. Uncle Supes is a ghost of a memory. "He is ours."

"He is my husband," Clark counters. "And he has spent his whole life devoted to you kids. Please don't make it in vain."

"CLARK!"

Closer.

Bruce is coming.

"PAPA!"

"Damian," Cass breathes.

Clark flinches again, but stays steadfast.

"Does he know about us?" Tim whispers, gazing towards the manor.

Clark nods. "Bruce... he couldn't keep you a secret. He didn't try. Damian has met you all, over time. He wanted to see what you were like."

"Please, Clark. He's our brother."

Clark wavers. "He never wanted this. He wanted...from afar. To be unknown."

"He's our father."

Clark strokes a hand over his face. "Not here! That was the whole point! You remember, right? So you remember cursing at him, and pushing him away, and telling him he wasn't your father! He listened, like you begged him to, and stopped. He did what you wanted, and now I am begging you." Clark swallows. "I am begging you kids. Please don't make him think that he failed you all over again."

"Clark!" Bruce yells again. More cautious, and Cass watches a glimpse of his silhouette through the trees, carefully advancing. "Honey?" A smaller figure stalks through the underbrush, approaching from the other side, and Dick can't take his eyes off it.

"Please."

This is their chance. If they race for the bend in the lane now, Bruce and Damian won't see them.

But...

Can they give this up?

While they are greatful for the lives they have, the family that they had lost.. they miss bruce.

They miss his over protective antics.

They miss his overbearing love.

They miss him.

But things ended so horribly. The never ending fights, the silent treatments, the rage. Most of the kids cant even remember what the arguments were about, nothing that really mattered it seems.

Part of them are angry at bruce, what he took from them. He took their friends, their skills and dreams, he took what directions their lives were going away. He took himself away from them.

But he gave them what they thought they wanted more than anything. And now they have it.. the kids still miss him terribly.

In the weeks that followed, they all discussed more deeply about what they remember and what they feel. Trying to learn from past mistakes.

The kids all recall feeling like a peice of themselves were missing during their life, someone who they could always turn to. Who would protect them. Turns out they were right.

But at least they have each other again, being able to reconnect in this new life is fascinating. While their family's are beyond confused, they're all happy this rag tag team has developed.

But bruce..

He knows somethings up.

You see, while he may not be directly in their lives anymore, he keeps a close eye on them all. He loves them more than life, they are still his children.

So when he notices that they've all randomly started meeting up and getting closer.. he can only come to one conclusion.

Like your best friend is a Kriptonian that knows your heartbeat like it's his own background music,and that can read you better than anyone

Imagine trying to throw yourself off a building and Superman just stopping behind you and saying "you know I will catch you if you fall. Always.",like no bitch I want to die,get the hell out

Or throwing yourself Infront of a car,which flash as your nerd friend,this is like so hard

Shooting yourself?He probably trained himself for that. Poisoning?He is immune to all types of poisoning,and it's the ultimate test subject for cures in case a new poison goes out. Bleeding to death?If he could he would've died long ago by that.

It just sounds so funny in my mind,Bruce just trying to think of a way to die,but giving up because it will be too complicated and there's so much stuff to do,and he just starts silently hoping that an alien crushes him one day,or some rogue finally wins because god he's tired.

Paired with my hc that he started spending more time with the Justice League after Alfred died because he couldn't deal with the silence,this would do well. A Bruce a the verge of trying and suddenly a message for hang out with the league pops on his phone,and he's like "well..maybe another day I'll try"

LMAO

Omg I'm sorry I just answered this ask Lily TT

But imagine the JL purposely giving Bruce at least one thing to do every single day just so he doesn't have the time to think about killing himself.

Like Imagine if almost all the main JL members know Bruce is passively (&active sometimes) suicidal so they have a meeting once a month just to brainstorm ideas on how to their resident bat something silly or a tad serious to do just so he can live another day.

hal will try to mess with him and ask for help grudgingly in the most random times and Bruce is annoyed because this is the THIRD time hal called him while he was on the way to try and kill himself again.

Bruce is so mad that this is the 8th time that he tries and now he's on his beach episode with the JL,eating a popsicle and with enough sunscreen to protect an army,but he's still there because the noise makes him feel better, weirdly enough

They know they didn't give him much reason to do it.

They were footnotes, at best, to the legends of the bat that the League still whispered about to this day and the same stories that Talia would tell him with a sweeter tone, about a boy just like him who was loved in all the right ways and it still could not save him from his own fate.

It's why Bruce is a little surprised when Damian came to the manor and first saw their portrait, immediately lighting up.

"I know them."

Bruce stilled immediately, preparing himself for the drop of the hat, that this boy, his son, who was made from a stolen piece of Bruce, also had imitations of his grandparents used in the training that ripped his childhood to pieces.

But Damian's expression goes soft, inexplicably so.

He turned first to Thomas' image, poised and imposing man, even with his tender smile. The boy said:

"When I have dreams, or what I think are dreams, it's in the hospital that Mother says she studied in when she was young, and an older gentleman always holding my hand and listening to me talk about my training and interests in medicine and sweets."

Then Damian turned to the image of Martha, demure and breath-takingly beautiful. His fondness shifts to borderline gratitude.

"When I have nightmares, I often find a woman running up to me and enveloping me in her arms. She does not look like Mother but her touch feels safe and familiar anyways. When that happens, I don't wake up screaming at all."

Bruce later messages Talia to ask about this.

She responds with no words, only sending him one of few preserved childish drawings made by Damian at a littler age.

Damian, Talia, a black shadow figure labelled 'Batman' — all hand-in-hand. Ra's in the corner of the paper on Talia's side.

And above Damian, two figures in the youthful likeness of Thomas and Martha Wayne labelled appropriately:

Like, in the days following his depature, almost all the people who knew him receive letters. Those who were closest to him get piles of those, others just a couple, but they all get some. On the first letter of the stack there is the phrase "Things I would've liked to say to you but I never found the courage to". And they are just that, pages and pages, written with his convoluted calligraphy, detailing all sorts of things the Bat never said out loud.

Some are silly things, like how he liked the way someone did their cofee and he would've liked to drink that too, or how someone's accent scratched his brain just right, or how he was the one who did that particular irritating prank but never admitted it.

And then there are things like: "I never told you that I like the way you fly, even when I tought it was the most beautiful thing I ever saw", "I loved you, I loved you so much and I never found the courage to tell you, at least not how many times you deserved to hear it", "You'll always be one of my biggest what ifs, what if I had been better, what if I made you stay". And thing like that.

Those unsaid words pass trough villains and heroes, family and friends and collegues and lovers, from one side of the world to the other. They cause laughter and tears, sudden bursts of love and crushing pain. They finally reach the people they were meant for, a final gift.

Anyways... Somehow, he finds himself turned back in time. But, instead of adopting all of them again.

He didn't.

He changed the course of their fate by calling Superman to save Richard and his parents. Hunting Sheila and getting the help she needs, thus preventing Jason from stealing his tires. Befriending Drake's and slowly steered their parenting skills (He didn't think he was a good parent either. Why would the kids hate him so much, if he did.) and swooping down to save them from their deaths. Letting Barbara and her father adopt Cassandra. And saving Duke's parents from Joker.

The only left was Damian. He infiltrates the LoA and takes him. He nearly gave him up but had a second thought and decided against it. He raised Damian as his only son.

But then, he found a mate (if this is an Omegaverse. This can be a Superbat as well. Dunno) have a child with the said mate and took this as a second chance to become a great parent.

But, the former Wayne kids someday opened their eyes and remembered their former life. Heartbroken, they saw how happy Bruce and Damian were with their new Family.

I don't know if I should let them reconcile? Or leave the angsty - angst.

Pps. I'm the one who wrote the hand movement and eye movement thingy. Thank you for being nice.

Anon baby you are breaking my heart why would I not be nice?

- i lowk want endgame brutalia but you said superbat, so

"He looks happy," Dick murmurs, closing his eyes and turning away. Jason puts a hand on his shoulder, leaning into the touch to take comfort from it himself. Catherine got shunted into rehab years ago, Willis got a job at Wayne Enterprises, and he grew up in a stable home. He doesn't have quite the same bulk as before, even if he took after Willis' large frame. Blue eyes water as he too turns away from the manor.

Tim plucks the binoculars from Dick's slack grip, and steps up next to Cass, peering through the gates to the manor.

Damian, only ten, and so much more a child than he was the first time around, howls with laughter between Bruce and Clark, standing on Bruce's shoulders to duel Clark as he walks upside down on the ceiling, their wooden swords coming together over and over. Smiles abound, and it makes a weight settle in the stomachs of their spectators.

Their spectators that three weeks ago, regained memories of the previous timeline, before Bruce was sent back, before it diverged, before their dad decided not to be their dad anymore.

"Why are we here?" Cass asks, turning her back on the manor. "He doesn't want us anymore."

Dick stands abruptly, and Haley's Circus' best aerialist clears the tall fence in one bound, and stalks off down the driveway.

None of them are vigilantes, in this life.

All of them find a way over that fence.

Dick pounds his fist on the door, and the laughter drifting out the open windows ceases. The lock clicks. The door creaks.

Clark Kent stands in the foyer of his home, and the smile drops from his face. In a flash, they're all back outside the gates, which he's easing closed behind them.

"Supes--"

"No, Timothy," Clark says. There is no familiarity in his voice. "Bruce tried so hard to keep you away from him in this life. Please. He-- He tried so hard to give you the lives you deserve, please don't tell me it failed."

"Three weeks ago," Jason explains tersely. "We got our memories from the last life. We're not sure why."

"CLARK!"

Clark flinches, and twitches in place. "Why are you here?"

"He's our father," Jason growls. Clark pinches his nose.

"But he's not. He made sure of that. And you guys-- you being here, he'll think he failed. He won't be able to cope with failing you all again."

"He didn't fail us the first time!" There is no love lost between this Dick Grayson, and this Superman. Uncle Supes is a ghost of a memory. "He is ours."

"He is my husband," Clark counters. "And he has spent his whole life devoted to you kids. Please don't make it in vain."

"CLARK!"

Closer.

Bruce is coming.

"PAPA!"

"Damian," Cass breathes.

Clark flinches again, but stays steadfast.

"Does he know about us?" Tim whispers, gazing towards the manor.

Clark nods. "Bruce... he couldn't keep you a secret. He didn't try. Damian has met you all, over time. He wanted to see what you were like."

"Please, Clark. He's our brother."

Clark wavers. "He never wanted this. He wanted...from afar. To be unknown."

"He's our father."

Clark strokes a hand over his face. "Not here! That was the whole point! You remember, right? So you remember cursing at him, and pushing him away, and telling him he wasn't your father! He listened, like you begged him to, and stopped. He did what you wanted, and now I am begging you." Clark swallows. "I am begging you kids. Please don't make him think that he failed you all over again."

"Clark!" Bruce yells again. More cautious, and Cass watches a glimpse of his silhouette through the trees, carefully advancing. "Honey?" A smaller figure stalks through the underbrush, approaching from the other side, and Dick can't take his eyes off it.

"Please."

This is their chance. If they race for the bend in the lane now, Bruce and Damian won't see them.

But...

Can they give this up?

did u see reblog by sa-satan

I think i read a fic about this but like no one knew and kid reincarnated Bruce was obviously traumatised i think fostered by Lois and clark..?

forgot name of it

umm but would reincarnated baby B have memories or not? like 100 day curse

had the kids fallen out with him do they realise its him fall back. into old habits w how they treat him?

but its a kid with likely autism so its straight up child abuse/ neglect

idk idk pls can we have your thoughts

Bruce coming back as a spectre, interesting.

I'd imagine he's not alive, but a spirit, and oh! Imagine if, because it's a core component of Bruce's identity, his ability to become corporeal is directly tied to his desire to help people. He can only be physically present when it matters most.

The idea of clois fostering him is charming

They always knew, Clark and Diana, that there was no universe where they die before Bruce does.

A godlike being from another planet and a divinely-crafted warrior could survive death's claws digging into their skin; a human's flesh, however fortified, can only truly withstand so much. For all his brilliance, Bruce can never outsmart the fallibility of his own design.

They just hadn't thought it would happen so soon.

Death wasn't permanent, it shouldn't be. But they had the body, had heard the bones crunch and the blood come out in heaves, collected the torn parts of armor that failed their purpose.

Bruce was dead.

Could you imagine what that turns out to be like?

Clark, who looks so much like Bruce, can't even look at a window too long because he might think, he might hope, that the reflection he's looking at isn't actually his own. The kids see him and actually freeze up, Damian tears up and has to leave the room. Clark elects to stand at the back of the chapel during the funeral service, but he towers so tall that he haunts Bruce's family anyways.