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I HAVE AN OLD DOG AND I'M SCARED OF LOSING HIM STOP SENDING ME ASKS ABOUT DEAD/DYING PUPPERS

Odd One Out (original no pack au)

An Omega Without A Pack (elseworlds)

Some ficlets

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Fanarts (gifted)

Humans Are Space Orcs: JL Edition

Miscellaneous

Mini AUs

Everyone calls out Clark for being a major d***head about it and everyone is happy that Bruce is happy

@ringleader-of-the-clown-alley 54 <3

Diana watches Bruce at the side of the room, murmuring quietly into his comm. Of course, in a room full of enhanced beings like herself, it does not mean much other than a signal to try not to hear, and don't address anything you do hear.

His voice is soft with affection as he murmurs into the comm to Hal, who has been in space for nearly four months now, and is scheduled for another two, if things go to plan. Which they rarely do, for Green Lanterns.

Hal's voice, as it filters through the link, is just as fond, exhausted as he sounds. Yet the obvious love between them does nothing to dissuade the burning glare from the Kryptonian next to her.

"Kal," she reprimands, for the countless time. "Behave yourself." He rolls his eyes like a petulant child, and she smacks his head. "Bruce is a grown man, his choices are his own."

"Choices," he snorts. "His choices are whoring himself out for two men at once."

Barry glares across the table, and Diana thanks Hera Bruce does not have enhanced hearing.

"Kal. Bruce's relationship with Hal and Minhkhoa are none of your business."

"Easy to say when you can't smell it on him. Hal is in space and he reeks of sex. Reeks of him."

She refrains from smacking him. Barely.

"When Hal is in space, Minhkhoa returns to America. When Hal returns, Minhkhoa leaves. It works for them. Hal doesn't want Bruce to be alone, Minhkhoa—"

"A psychopath."

"—cannot commit himself to a traditional relationship with Bruce. And Hal and Minhkhoa also partake in pleasures of the flesh with each other, you know this. You have accepted polyamoury in the past, why not now?"

"I left my wife for him," Kal hisses. "And he spreads his legs for everyone but me."

"You left your wife," she corrects. "Bruce does not owe you a relationship because you destroyed yours with a beautiful, strong woman."

Clark keeps muttering idiocies, and she contains her frustration for her friend. She knows he's hurting, that he is prone to lashing out when he does, but cannot continue to tolerate his intolerance for Bruce's loves. Especially when the three of them together are to be cherished, unfathomably sweet in their affection for each other.

If Hal does not mind, and Khoa has found a way to outlet his fondness for Bruce that will not destroy them both, and Bruce is not torn between his feelings for each of them, she does not see why it matters. She knows there is a difference between growing up on an island independent from the rules of Man and all of their inane intricacies, and being raised in a conservative small town, but when the rest of the League has accepted Bruce and his decisions, she cannot accept Kal's continued objections.

"I love you too," Bruce murmurs, a flush teasing his cheekbones, peeking out from underneath the cowl, and he hands up on the comm. He returns to the table, to the meeting that will begin in five minutes when the clock strikes the hour, and Kal surges to his feet, storming out of the room.

Diana avoids Bruce's confused, questioning gaze, and smiles at him. "How is Hal?"

Bruce watches her for a beat more, then sweeps his cape aside and lowers himself into his chair next to her. "Good," he reports, a smile creeping across his face. "He'll be home next week, and I'm taking him and Khoa for dinner in Venice."

"His mission is nearly over?"

A nod. "He's chased the convoy out of the sector, he's only staying on until the other Green Lanterns take up pursuing them." Diana's eyes drop to his left hand, and she smiles when he catches the direction her eyes have taken. "Dinner in Venice, you say?"

A shy smile takes over his happier one, and he rubs his ring finger guiltily.

But when some of the kids invite him out, he figures why not. He's almost prepared, he almost has everything ready to leave and train, to become Batman.

He tenses up a bit when they walk in the direction of Park Row, between shops, but no one else does so he forces himself to relax. Then there's a scream, blood curdling and coming from the alleyway.

He's running before he realises, towards the sound, the sound of Mother screaming, and he tumbles into the alleyway mere seconds after gunshots ring out.

Martha and Thomas Wayne lie on the ground, thrashing weakly, gripped by their death throes.

Bruce calls for them, racing forward, and the gunmen steps out of the shadows, muzzle aimed at the centre of his forehead.

He's frozen, hyperventilating, watching his parents die all over again out of the corner of his eye, focused on the gunman's finger compressing the trigger.

A shot rings out, he tenses, and a flag pops out of the end of the gun.

The theatre group spills out of the shadows, picking up their cast members, howling with laughter, jeering and hollering in Bruce's face.

He feels the tears spill down his cheeks, and turns tail and runs. Their cheers ring out behind him, and he runs through Gotham's streets, dodging pedestrians, pets, vehicles, when he spills into the road, and keeps running until he's tearing up the driveway to the manor, banging on the door for Alfred.

The butler opens the door, a reprimand on the tip of his tongue for Bruce's dishevelled state, but he's already pushing past, thundering up the stairs.

Bruce Wayne is not in his bed when the butler looks for him the next morning.

Bruce Wayne is labelled missing, and search parties comb Gotham for him.

Bruce Wayne is declared missing presumed dead, and the investigation is closed.

Bruce Wayne's manor is inhabited only by his butler, who failed in his charge to keep the boy safe.

Bruce Wayne's schoolmates don't tell anyone what they did, and swear each other to secrecy, mouths clamped shut as a procession moves through the school hallways.

Bruce Wayne is mourned by Gotham, their poster boy for tragedy stripped from them, an entire source of entertainment for the masses gone in an instant.

Bruce Wayne swings through the streets of France, and catches the attention of the local catburglar.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/5283926

I was going to write fluff! Mild crack! Angst being only a tidbit!

But NO

Now Duke is sobbing his poor heart out having a panic attack and my funny little ending just seems trite so NOW I have to decide if I can end it awkwardly with comfort and fluff or awkwardly cram in the Weird Gothamite Native BruceTM that I had planned