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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

Fic links to ao3

Fanarts (gifted)

Humans Are Space Orcs: JL Edition

Miscellaneous

Mini AUs

He uses one of his fake ids they don't know about and disappears into Zatanna's stage crew before they can bring him back legally or resolve his missing person case.

Disgustingly to him. The pit worked perfectly. He's pretty much in his prime again.

"I don't think I like you being younger than me."

Bruce hums noncommitally, focused on the mirror in front of him, dragging eyeliner across his waterline.

"Come on, Bruce."

"What do you want me to say, Zee?" he murmurs. He doesn't have the energy to yell anymore. He's just...done. "This wasn't my choice."

She sighs audibly, and Bruce listens to the clink of her makeup brush dropping onto the table. It's only a second before the hairs on the back of his neck prick up.

"You're staring."

"You're miserable."

"I'm allowed to be."

"You can't let those kids—"

"My kids."

"...Maybe once. But they left."

"And so did I."

"So where does that leave you?"

Bruce looks into the mirror, at a face he stopped recognising, at a body unmarred by decades of fighting. At someone he doesn't know anymore.

A glittering waistcoat enters his peripheral, and Zatanna is right there when he turns, welcoming him into a hug, holding him close, allowing his answer to get lost against the press of his face against her shoulder

but imagine if he’s caught out somewhere as Bruce Wayne; his phone is either dead or taken from him, he’s either tied up or being kept in a warehouse under surveillance, somewhere where he has no idea where he is (not in Gotham) and all he can do is just talk outloud or under his breath to superman and try to relay what he can see around him or what signages he can read, but they’re all just blurry and look like twileks to him. 😎

meanwhile superman is like, listening to everything and going: ‘a logo of a parakeet in a basket?’ and it’s just a laundry detergent logo sans parakeet.

Sans parakeet? 👎 Sans twilek 👍

There’s many characters who could be Viggo- based off of the dynamic between Hiccup and Viggo it could have been Ra’s. Both Ra’s and Viggo hold a certain amount of admiration over their enemy that is corrupted into near obsession. But the Al Ghul’s are environmentalist, so they can’t hunt dragons. (So they could be the Wing Maidens or Cauldara Clay instead. But these groups of characters are allies, not enemies.)

But just because the Al Ghul’s are out of the picture doesn’t mean all hope it lost! David Cain is also someone who mentored Bruce and could be Viggo when based on Viggo’s slight mentorship of Hiccup ^_^ But David lacks a level of obsession with Bruce- so he might not be a good fit either.

But what David Cain might lack is Obsession Hugo Strange could make up for! Hecould be Viggo because as a Batman Villain Dr. Strange is obsessed with Batman- but they also lack a level of Mentor and Mentee and Hugo is a psychiatrist, a villain similar to Scarecrow. Viggo does engage in psychological battles with Hiccup but Strange and Scarecrow both lack the business methods that Viggo displays- they both probably wouldn’t be dragon hunters.

Viggo could be a rogue that’s connected to crime- since Dragon Hunting could very easily be a metaphor for organized crime- especially if you take into consideration the dragon fighting clubs, the episode that Viggo brought back an ancient disease that killed a lot of Vikings and caused the genocide of a species of dragons to the point that only one known specimen is left! Penguin, Black Mask, or Falcone could reasonably be Viggo based on these aspects of his business alone!

None of the female villains (Catwoman, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy) could be Viggo either- they don’t have the same motives, goals, or desires. Catwoman is a jewelry thief, Harley is disorganized clown, and Poison Ivy is an environmentalist.

I don’t think you’ll find a character that can completely be Viggo Grimborn because of the mans admiration of Hiccup that is then corrupted into obsession that bolsters his business practices and then makes them fail as he prioritizes beating Hiccup over making profits which then leads to him being betrayed by his brother. The closest you’ll find could genuinely be a rogue connected to organized crime which reflects the dragon hunting business but not the obsession.

I think the difficulty in finding a Viggo is because is complex and also because we don’t see a lot of him beyond being a villain/antagonist/the mirror of Hiccup. He’s a dragon hunter that thinks only of business- what benefits him, yet he can also see Hiccup’s intelligence and potential (if hiccup were a dragon hunter he’d be a damn good one- one that Viggo would want to be allied with). Viggo hates hiccup yet he also admires him and he becomes obsessed with him to the point that he dies for him but in all this time he’s never honest with Hiccup. No character completely matches the relationship between Viggo and Hiccup which manages to be enemies, mentor+mentee, and allies.

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The Al Ghuls being the Cauldara Clay instead is genius.

Dick (as toothless) will (nearly) end up drowning by Bruce’s side ^_^ There’s also Bruce and Dick being stranded on an island after Dick is poisoned with dragon root, and dick being mind controlled by a parasite.

There’s also Midnight Scrum, the episode where Hiccup is kidnapped repeatedly because Viggo places a bounty on his head ^_^ and that one split second scene where he tries to jump over board (while his hands are tied behind his back!!!!) honestly, RTTE has so much whump in it

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Bruce closes his bedroom door behind him, and finally drops the act.

It takes him unbearably long to get into bed. Taking off his shirt has his knees buckling, his arms shaking. He barely manages to shuck his trousers and allow them to crumple around his ankles before enduring the blaze of pain searing through him in reaction to his not-so controlled fall into bed.

Tim's delighted giggle...

He moans into the pillow, scrunching his eyes tightly shut, and curses himself for not drawing the curtains, even the low-level light of sunset too much for his migraine.

Dick's smile...

Cassandra's laugh...

A hand settles on his shoulder, and even that little contact sends electricity spasming through him. He goes tense, sheets tearing under his grip as he whimpers into his pillow.

Diana's hand lifts off him, her voice, muffled by the drumbeat of agony, apologises in a whisper, while the mattress dips on his other side to the blur of her silhouette.

Damian's side pressing against his before he tears off again...

"Where?" Clark asks, and Bruce just shakes his head incrementally. There is nothing he can say. Not when the answer is everywhere.

Clark's fingers, slick with gel, come to rest on his shoulder blade, and a flinch ricochets through his whole body.

"Sh, it's okay," he assures, pressing in deeper, and Bruce chokes on a sob as Diana's fingers work the gel over his lower back.

He thinks back on the day to distract himself, to distance his mind from the pain that plagues his every day.

How a stray rock in the grass perfectly nestled itself against the healed break in his spine as he wrestled Ace.

The way Jason bumped into him, and his apology didn't erase the jolt to old injuries.

The moment Dick tossed himself onto Bruce's lap, and he had to pretend his hip didn't move out of place before sliding back in.

"You can't keep hiding this," Diana lectures, tucking her head against his.

He's dragged back to the present, to the heat sinking deep into muscle, burrowing deep to soothe his pain—not that it will ever touch all of it, he hasn't known freedom from the sensation in years now—as best it can.

"They deserve to know the truth." Clark, this time. On his other side, pressed just as close.

"It will hurt them."

"And it is killing you, Bruce."

"You are human."

"I know." It is impossible not to.

"And so do they. You are not admitting defeat. You are asking for help."

"They are my kids."

we got new knives a year or so ago and i kept nicking myself with them cause all of our old ones had the tip snapped off 😔

also in food tec at school the knives were so blunt that i kept using them the wrong way ✋😭 so i managed to catch myself a few times with them

Ohhhhh I miss food tech so bad. It was so fun. So chaotic. Missing half your lunch cause the ovens were so shit and your cake wouldn't bake.

"Mhm?" Clark doesn't look up from his work at first, not until Bruce's silence persists, and he finally looks up from his article. "B?"

Bruce rubs the bridge of his nose, not looking at him. Instead, his eyes are fixed to his own computer, but the look it is receiving is familiar.

Somehow.

Clark has irritated him.

"You ask me to help you figure out budgeting."

Clark nods. "I did."

"You say you can't figure out how to increase your rainy-day fund."

"Well, I wanted to take Lois out, but—"

Bruce's palm succinctly informs him to shut up, and he clamps his mouth shut, slumping in his chair. This is what he gets for befriending a billionaire. Ego.

"You didn't think that shelling out for health insurance as an invulnerable alien might be taking a hit on your wallet?"

Heat rises to his cheeks.

"Why do you even have health insurance?"

The exasperation in Bruce's tone only makes Clark more reluctant to answer, knowing his response will worsen it, but he also knows that if Clark doesn't answer, Bruce will find the information anyway.

"There was an incident."

"Mm?"

Intrigue sparks in those icy depths, and as Bruce moves the laptop aside to focus on him, Clark resigns himself to the mortification of actually telling someone this.

"I ate an egg."

"That's nice," Bruce drawls.

Clark swallows. "It was raw."

"Good for you, buddy."

He can't help but snort, and shakes his head. "I— I really like eggs, and as a kid I was hungry a lot, and impatient, so... I found out that I don't have to wait for Ma to boil me some. I could just. Eat it."

"I fail to see how this relates to—"

"I forgot that not everyone could do that, and I did it in the middle of lunch at school."

Bruce's lip draws in, tucked under a tooth, and his eyes shine.

Clark rolls his own, crossing his arms.

"I forgot!"

"About salmonella?!"

"It's not like I can get it!"

im probably gonna sound like a right twat but please be careful 😭🙏

Look, when everyone is suicidal you don't sharpen the kitchen knives. So...I am very used to using blunt knives.

And now it's sharp. So.

It's fiiiine.

Casualty: me.

Incident report: just found a healing slice across the pad of my pinky finger. So that happened at some point.

even cuter idea is that babian is actually distressed by peek-a-boo because he thinks the person disappeared. oh little fat babian why are you so cutesy even

For this I was kind of imagining de-aged Damian at first, then I decided I didn't mind and left it up to interpretation.

Damian babbles happily, reaching out for Father's hands. Father tickles his palms, his wide smile chuckling just next to them.

Damian giggles too, and Father draws back, and—

Damian makes a confused noise. How did Father do that? Where did he go?

"Faba?"

"Peek-a-boo," someone says, and Father reappears.

A gasp of relief drags out of his chest, and he lurches forward, throwing himself at him. "Faba!"

Father's arms encircle him, pulling him close, and kisses abound all over his face. Damian sinks into the touch, clinging onto Father's sleeve, and burrows close.

After a bit, when he can feel his eyes making to close, Father tries to move him back, but Damian holds on as tightly as he can to the shirt he's drooling on. If he lets go, Father might disappear again.

The chest beneath him rumbles with more laughter, and he feels himself rise up, until the top of his head bumps against Father's chin, and he is surrounded by warmth.

"Okay, chum. We'll rest."

Good.