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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

@batsydoodle 33!

These shall be contradictory, oh well

The core seven are my favourite for poly JL. I don't like it JL-wide

Barry+Hal+Iris

Clark+Lois+Bruce

Diana+Bruce+Clark

Bruce+All

Arthur and Mera saw Barry+Iris and both discovered something about themselves (just thinking about Arthur+Barry both buff+lean muscled blond guys and their badass redhead wives)

J'onn+Clark

Hal+J'onn

It started as friends as benefits but then they realised everyone is hot and they want everyone pretty much and all fell into bed together

Sex > feelings (they're lying to themselves)

They all pretend it's just about sex, but they're all falling stupidly in love and are helpless to stop it and they all quietly freak out about it

Couples get married and they think they'll become monogamous but they don't (or do and come crawling back)

They never admit they're all in love with each other for decades until they all have kids and mentees and a catalyst happens and they all finally get together and it's messy and brilliant and there's an undercurrent of grief for all of those lost years

The polycule dissolves after the first (permanent) death, it's all or none

"Hey, Cass," Tim greets as he walks into the kitchen.

"Timothy."

He pauses, hand outstretched towards the fridge, and looks back. Squints. "Dick?"

The mystery figure tilts their head, the shaggy mop of hair shifting around their face.

"Do you live here?" He slips a hand back, reaching for the knife block, and wraps a hand firmly around the handle of a knife, drawing it from the block.

The figure takes a step forward. "Go and get your siblings, and bring them to me."

"Why the hell would I do that?" he asks, bringing the knife up and getting ready for it to come to blows.

The figure lifts a hand—Tim tenses—and pushes their hair back from their face.

Bruce glares at him stonily, no more than twenty years old.

"Because someone put Lazarus water in my tea last night, and I know it was one of you because I found this on the floor in the lounge."

He tosses a familiar vial to Tim, who gulps at the sight of the bottle Damian brought to Gotham. Not for the purpose they used it for, but... Bruce was getting older. Greyer. Slower. They will not lose him.

"I'll go test it for prints," he lies.

Bruce holds up a hand. "I already did. Now go and get your siblings, Tim. Now."

Tim nods, making for the door, but Bruce's cool tone calls him back. "Tim?"

"Yeah, B?"

"Leave the knife."

ok so headcanon

Brucr was homeless in one part of his journey. and that's why he learned a lot about plants and animals (more precisely bugs like which ones are edible and which ones aren't).

How did his kids finde out?

it happens that he and his kids ware stuck in a forest and can't find their way home.

and everyone there tries to make something nice to sleep in (and they're doing well, don't get me wrong) but when they look at the Bruce and he's making a "bed" with one hand and eating some bugs with the other and when he sees they're looking at him he explains that it's not poisonous.

and that it's actually pretty good when you try it. and after a little more prodding from the kids he tells them how he knows and the kids are just

the kids:???( ´ﾟдﾟ)

-wird headcanon anony

Hope you're doing fine!! Don't stress yourself out <3

A thirteen-year-old Bruce finds a home in her while training with others, until at fifteen he decides to escape so that this affection doesn't weaken his crusade, leaving behind cryptic clues that only she can decipher to confirm he’s still alive.

How would the boys react upon finding this out, especially Jason?

For a minute I forgot Diana was fucking ancient and I was like awww baby wonderbat but um ew

Chaos older sister + little brother duo

She takes Bruce under her wing when he lays out decades of evidence of her being around since WW1, the only one brave enough to pull her on it even if she doesn't hide it as much as maybe she should. She's endeared by this bold, young boy and sees herself in him, so agrees to train him, to teach him.

She is who he returns to over and over again, coming back to her bruised, broken, and even more deadly than before. He does not listen to her attempts to convince him this is not the way, that he is on a path to death, do not make her watch him go down this path.

And after two years, Bruce realises he is tempted. But that is a betrayal of his mission, of his parents, and a weakness he cannot allow to go on. So he leaves in the night, and makes it impossible for her to find him. She is left with no choice but to pray to the pantheon, and hope their goodwill lends him favour in his mission.

Inexplicably, Bruce feels a periodic pressure to leave her a clue. Every few months, barely more than once a year, he sends a hint, or a clue, or a gift, something to appease the plea he can still hear to not make her grieve him.

10 years later, 2 years after the formation of the Justice League, everyone finally reveals their identities. Everyone is wary when the table cracks under Diana's grip when Bruce moves back the cowl. The two of them have their gazes locked, expressions giving nothing away, until Diana snaps out and Bruce gets up and follows her out of the room.

Nothing changes.

Batman and Wonder Woman are colleagues. Professional. It's been ten years, they aren't Little Bee and Miss Di anymore. Clark is the only one told when he demands an explanation for their stunt at the meeting, and after each snap at him to back off, doesn't bring up trying to get close the same way again.

The Trinity is close anyway, they got that way in the two years. They carry on that way, and Diana ignores the urge to stroke Bruce's hair back from his face and let him lie down in her lap when he's blinking sluggishly, way overtired from a work binge. He slumps on her shoulder eventually as he falls asleep and she decides it's enough. Bruce sees Diana balling her fists after they lost a child and turns away rather than go to her and offer a refuge for her grief, like when he would stay still and all of that emotion was channelled into a controlled focus as she pulled Bruce into a hug that made his bones creak until tears flattened his hair.

No one else finds out how they once knew each other. The incident at the meeting is forgotten. Even Clark begins to allow it to slip his mind again, only remembering when he sees them force themselves to stay away from how they used to be.

Like Bruce would be around 12-15, and dicks parents would’ve been at least over 18 since they were grown adults when dick was still a kid

Thinking about the kids waking up from their sedatives and having to chase him down to prove that they want to be pack.

Bruce associates his mother's pearls with feminine beauty since it was his mom's favourite piece of javelery.

At some point his friend Harvey convinces Bruce to wear the dress and of course the pearls.

The boys can't help but make out about it, but when Alfred sees them he is furious because from his point of view Bruce took his mom's pearls to have crossdressing fun with his boyfriend.

From Bruce's pov ? Alfred is mad that Bruce is gay or trans and everything in between.

Everything is left untouched till Jason comes out as a woman and Bruce is confused at how supportive Alfred is.

@dragleban-deubra 63 (might be 66, I fucked up tracking)

"Bruce." Jason's eyes dart around the room, landing back on Bruce, and she takes a step back towards the door. "I really need you to say something, man."

"What?" Bruce's head snaps up, and his face softens. "Sorry, chum, of course I accept you as who you are. Thank you for feeling safe enough to tell me." Something dark crosses his face at that, wiped away, but not quickly enough.

Jason reaches back, grasping for the door handle. "You're not being too convincing, B." She never thought that Bruce wouldn't accept her, but his reaction has her fight or flight building within her.

Bruce drops the mask, and Jason stills at the fear on her father's face. "Jay, please don't go out there."

"What?"

"Please, just... let me go and talk to Alfred before you tell him anything, please."

"What?"

"Jay—"

"I already told him!" Jason stares, incredulous. "What the hell do you expect him to do, B?"

Bruce goes still, eyes wide. "But— Alfred's transphobic. He—"

"Accepted me." Jason feels her eyes water. "A lot quicker than you did, B. What are you on?"

Bruce sinks into his chair, and Jason slowly lets go of the door. "What..."

"Why would Alf be transphobic?"

"But he...spent two days...couldn't eat...so dark..."

Bruce's whispers are barely audible, and Jason creeps closer. A part of her rages, this was meant to be a sweet moment, and now she is trying to comfort Bruce about god knows what, but a larger part screams that something is wrong.

"Bruce."

Jason sinks to her crouches by his chair, grabbing his hand. Wide, rabbity eyes dart to hers, and he gulps. "Yeah?"

"Why do you think Alfred is transphobic?"

She almost thinks Bruce won't answer, after several minutes of silence, until the crouch is burning her calfs, when he finally speaks.

How are you?

Um so I was thinking what if like with the rude jl or like a passive aggressive justice league after finding out his identity. Are mean and also let’s say Bruce autism wasn’t actually known except for a few maybe dad J’onn ( he can never be bad or mean) and zatanna ollie just never knew because he isn’t as close in this au but is also ‘betrayed’ and so passive aggressive rude mean justice league after finding out are like this and basically like Talia Khoa Harvey selina they all like protect him.

@ehgargoylegecko 99!

"Zanna, did you hex them again?"

"They were chatting shit!"

Bruce sighs, and J'onn pulls him back into an embrace, holding him close. "Let us handle it, son."

Calmness smooths over his mind in waves, and he cracks an eye open after they flutter closed to glower at his newfound father figure.

"Handling it does not involve curses."

"Hexes."

"Zee, I swear to fuck."

"C'mon, Brucie." Oliver sidles up to him, a predatory glint in his sparkling eyes. "Let us handle it. I promise they'll come out alive."

"Sure you do." He yawns, jaw cracking, and points at J'onn. "You're...being...manipulative..."

J'onn kisses his head. "You haven't slept in four days. I've simply stopped blocking the fatigue from your mind."

"Dammit."

A moment later, he's unconscious on J'onn's shoulder, and he cards his fingers through the soft black hair tickling his chin.

"They can't keep doing this to him," Oliver murmurs. "He's working overtime to prove himself, and it's killing him."

"We'll make them realise that," J'onn vows.