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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

How would Bruce deal with getting poisoned with something like that, a fear toxin that is almost undetectable at point of infection, but acts slowly through the body overtime, possibly lasting for days? The slight increase in anxiety in the beginning could very easily be rationalised away as stress related, both by him and the people around him, and by the time the toxin is at full power, he would have already spiraled downward into paranoia, pushing away those who could have helped him in the meantime with his increased agitation. By that point, any interaction he would have had with scarecrow that might prompt him to retest himself for fear toxin would be too distant (assuming this is the first time he's dealt with something like this) and he'd be too preoccupied with the toxins effects anyway.

I want this to hit Bruce at the same time Clark nicks himself on silver k, and I want the entire community to shit themselves because Superman and Batman have teamed up and gone off the map because they think the world is out to get them and only trust each other.

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Bruce has a lot of regrets, but the one that's beating through his chest right now might take the cake.

Two-Face is has his pistol pressed against Robin's forehead. Dick's legs are twisted and swollen and he's shivering. The hammer is pulled back. No matter what he tries, Dick will be dead before he can take down Two-Face.

A desperate plan settles in the back of Bruce's throat. "Harvey, you don't want to do this. Please..."

Bruce reaches for the cowl, pulling it off. "Come on Harvey, I know you're in there. Let him go."

A sharp laugh echoes through the warehouse. "You're Batman? Is this one my little ex-nephew? How sweet. I can eliminate that fools weaknesses all at once. Harvey's not home Brucie. The coin has already decided and your baby bird lost."

Bruce swallows heavily, calculating who in the league is available, but everyone is out of contact or range for the foreseeable future. A new angle presenting itself in his mind. "Double or nothing then. Heads you kill me instead. Tails you kill him."

The coin flies as a sick grin spreads across Two-face's face.

...

Harvey fronts, and stares in horror at the scene before him. Bruce, gunned down with a shot to the head. Dick, stretched out towards his guardian, a bullet settled among his hair, a few stray, severed strands resting on the ground next to his head.

He gulps, and gently lifts the boy into his arms first. Carrying him back to the batmobile feels comparable to Atlas' weight, and he tucks him gently into the backseat, strapping him in.

Bruce's head lolls against his shoulder when he picks him up, and Harvey can almost pretend they're back in high school, and Bruce has fallen asleep in the library again. But then the blood smears against his neck, and he baulks, the vision disappearing.

He slides Bruce into the backseat as well, and swallows heavily when the two of them fall together, leaning towards each other like a daisy to the sun.

"Dammit, Bruce," he whispers, bowing his head. "He was never going to settle for one, and you knew it. He was always going to kill you both." He leans in, resting his head on Bruce's shoulder. "I get it. I know you couldn't have lived without him... I hope you're both happier, wherever you are. Happier than you could have been here."

He looks down, at his wedding ring, assaulted by memories of longing looks across the room, shameful kisses in secret, wandering hands that never reached out again after the wedding.

I don't know if you've done something like this already, but regardless...

Oh and for the anon ask game: 😎💞!!!!!!

Barry puts little clear bumps over all the touch sensor buttons so Bruce can easily tell where they are.

Hal uses the ring to learn braille and adds it to everything he can

Clark researches to figure out how he wants to help and gets distracted but Bruce reads his slew of articles criticising the inaccessibility of even big cities like Metropolis and slides a few W.E. reports his way to bolster his arguments

John Stewart lays sightlines around the Watchtower, disguising them into the design but still making it so Bruce can use them easily.

Victor sets up a screenreader automation Bruce can enable when he's signed into JL devices, then dictation too

They all start verbalising their location when around him

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a prompt if you have time :) couldn't go anon because no media attachments in anonymous asks

I do not have the time...or the energy...or the ideas

It happens in private and some time later after Damian's introduction and acceptance into the Batfam pack.

Bruce lays out how angry and betrayed he feels at not only finding out he had a pup with Talia (Talia either lied about newborn Damian dying or created Damian from a test tube) but also that Talia had known that Jason was alive and in the LoA but never told him.

I thought for so long about a scene like this in the no pack au.

The grief, the love, the tumult of emotions that rules both sides.

Loyalty and love, obligation and want, it's all so tasty.

I had an idea for this but the draft didn't save so I Ieft it in petty anger and now I can't remember the idea 😅

Talia stirs to the mattress tipping, and rolls her eyes without opening them. "Good morning, Richard," she grumbles, faceplanting into her pillow. It can't be later than two in the morning.

"Bruce. Bruce."

Talia knows Bruce is usually awake before his pup has even step foot through the door, and is quietly smug at her beloved feeling safe enough in her presence to sleep deeply. It also amuses her how irritated the pup is.

Rather than laugh at him, Talia worms an arm out of the blankets, and grabs Bruce's face. Wiggling it side to side earns her a lick to her palm, which she wipes on his head. "Your kid's here, wake up."

Bruce sits up, forgetting about getting payback, and Talia's hand flops back to the bed, quickly crushed as Bruce reaches out, gesturing Dick closer, and the pup sits on her arm.

"Ow," she mumbles into her pillow, and jabs her nail into his thigh, prompting him to drop his weight even more.

"B," Dick whimpers. "I had a nightmare."

He did not. When Dick has a nightmare he comes in with a tear stained face, if Bruce wasn't already summoned by his screams, and he doesn't even try to fight Talia's presence, just curling up to Bruce's side.

No. This is the pup that cried wolf, and Talia has a feeling he'll probably fart on her arm.

"Did you?"

Bruce isn't stupid. Her beloved is brilliant. But he also loves his pup more than anything, pulling the nearly-presented boy closer to wrap an arm around him, not going to risk a rejection if the pup isn't lying. Which he is.

"'Bout last month."

Robin was kidnapped by Ivy, and nearly eaten by carnivorous plants. It was a narrow save. She held Bruce through his panic attack hours afterwards, while Dick slept just inside the room Bruce refused to stray from.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. What do you need?" Bruce's tone, tired as it is, is distinctly amused. They both know Dick is faking, and he knows they know. He also knows it doesn't matter.

"Can we go to the nest?"

Bruce presses his lips to the pup's head, and hugs him close. "Sure, pup. I'll be there in a few minutes, why don't you make sure everything's perfect?"

"Thanks Bruce," he mumbles, still pretending to be sad, and Talia coughs into her trapped arm.

"Liar."

"I'll go do that!" he yelps, talking over her, and scrambles off the bed, not taking any care to avoid knocking into her with his dash away.

The door closes behind him, and Bruce slumps back onto the bed, rolling closer to her with a soft smile. "He didn't sit on your hair this time?" he offers, and she rolls her eyes. "I'm sorry, darling."

"It's cute," she dismisses. "In a very annoying, very inconvenient way."

"I'm sorry, Alpha," Bruce simpers, looking at her through his lashes, and she narrows her eyes at her omega.

"And I see where he gets it from."

Bruce drops the act with a laugh, reeling her closer, and presses their lips together, decorating her face with affection.

"I am sorry. I'll talk to him."

"Ay, beloved." She taps his nose. "You need all the quality time you two can get." There's been tensions growing between them since his fifteenth birthday, as Bruce's pup grows into more. "I can cope with an empty bed."

"I'll make it up to you." He draws her into another kiss, long and deep, and she strokes his cheek when they eventually part.

"I'll hold you to that. Now go, or he'll start crying."

Bruce grins at her and rolls off the bed, making for the door. She's not blind that Bruce also enjoys the nights Dick gets possessive and hoards the omega away. Talia thinks their courtship restarting might be one of the best things for her beloved's relationship with his pup.

(The first instinct of a cuckoo bird is to push the other eggs out of the nest so it can maintain monopoly. Cuckoo birds are so good at making the parent bird think they need more care that the remaining chicks often end up malnourished and uncared for)

Cass looks at Dad, sees the way his eyebrows sit low, his shoulders hunched forward, even if his lips curl up.

"What is it?" she asks, lifting one foot to place on the arm of his chair. He reaches out, curling a hand around her ankle, and she uses that to pull against, pushing up and lifting herslef into the air, setting on the back of the couch. He keeps a loose grip on her ankle, fingers settling onto her pulse, and she leans down to peer at the box in his other hand.

"A gift. From an old...friend."

Hesitation. Uncertainty. Not a romantic friend. Someone more than just platonic love. Like when he tries to call Dick 'son.' ...Family?

"What is it?"

She leans further, settling his head under her chin, and shakes with his laugh. "It's a cuckoo. An inside joke."

She peers at the small, silver creature. "I thought cuckoos were...bad."

When Bruce was a kid and Alfred was looking after him after his parents died when he was in trouble Alfred would lock him in the wine cellar underneath the manor. It’s quiet and huge and pratically sound proof. Sometimes he’d be down there for hours upon hours.

When he’s older, and he blames himself over an argument or his kids getting injured, he locks himself down there. He’ll curl into a ball and hide. Sometimes he cries. It’s a punishment to himself, he’s a monster who deserves to be locked away he thinks.

When it gets really bad he’ll be down there for days.

But it all comes crashing down when Damian finds him down there.

(Thank you for reading my request I am so glad you are back lovely your writing fills me with sadness and joy)

This is like that recent chapter of A Hundred Days Curse...

"Ace?" Damian whistles sharply, but the dog does not respond to his recall, pawing at the door. "Ace!"

The dog barks at him, then slams his shoulder against the door. Damian hurries across the cellar, and shoves a leg between Ace and the door when he goes to do it again.

"Ace," he coos. "What's wrong?"

Father's dog whines desperately, looking at the door with wide eyes. Damian bites his lip, and reaches for the lock.

It can't hurt to check it out, can it?

The door opens and Ace tears past him, sprinting into the darkness.

Damian turns on the lights, cursing the dog internally. He's never disregarded his training like this before, what could possibly be the cause?

Even after sweeping the wine cellar in its entirety, Damian still can't be sure.

But when he looks at the open window near the ceiling, and Ace barking, leaping at the wall like he stands a chance of reaching it, Damian thinks he might have an idea.

Bruce and Batman are different people, twin brothers in this case

Bruce is the guy who appears the most, the rich guy who doesn't think before acting but has a huge heart. Bruce is the more reclusive guy, who overthinks but always has great advice

Everyone thinks they behave so differently because each of them deals with the grief of losing their parents in different ways.

The Batkids have always seen his father and uncle getting along relatively well (Brucie doesn't like the idea of ​​his brother and sons being vigilantes, but he trusts his brother to take care of them). But there are times when they fight badly

I'd love to read about one of those fights and the Batkids witnessing it

There is this line, " Forgivness, can you imagine?" And I can't stop to think about it, for Bruce and his children.

Bruce for years asking forgiveness but never had it, till he stop, and then are the children asking for it, but they are not sure they coulde have it. Not after what they have done.

The world never needed Bruce Wayne, and now, Gotham has no need for The Batman. 

The JL still need the money he brings in for them, but it’s easy enough to set up a funnel for that. 

Gotham (and the world as a whole) have never needed Bruce Wayne. The Justice League (and his family) have no need for The Batman anymore. 

There is only one conclusion to come to with these findings, Bruce knows.

(aka, after Gotham becomes the city that Bruce (and his parents) anyways knew it could be, Bruce decides he’s ready to see his parents again.)

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i will sell you my soul for them i cannot get the two of them out of my head

Alfred is young when he is employed by the Waynes as their butler. Alfred is 22 years old.

He graduated from a military school at 19 (Alfred still can't believe he graduated with his abysmal grades), but he never liked the military to begin with (his dad forced him). So, he ended up doing whatever job he could get and somehow ended up falling in love and having a daughter with a French woman named Marie.

Sadly, Alfred's happiness doesn't last long because his daughter is killed by a drunk driver, who flees the scene, when neither Alfred nor Marie were paying attention.

Alfred tracks down the man's whereabouts and is preparing to kill him. But, Marie calls the cops to arrest the drunk driver before Alfred can do anything to him.

A fight ensues between the couple which ends up with them breaking up.

With the money he has, Alfred decides to go to Gotham because not only is that his mother's birthplace but Gotham is also the place his father worked in.

Alfred is given a job by the Waynes because Thomas had grown to see Alfred's father as a paternal figure and wanted to help Alfred.

Alfred never grows close with the Waynes. Instead, Alfred gets along better with the Waynes's son, Bruce, who begins to see Alfred as a big brother figure.

Everything is going well until the Waynes's are murdered. Leslie isn't stepping into the role of a guardian, Bruce's relatives aren't any better, and most of the staff has quit since they fear to be in the middle of a custody battle. Alfred stays.

At first, Alfred sees Bruce as a replacement for the child he had lost. However, as time goes on, Alfred begins to see Bruce as his own person and a son. Sadly, due to his young age and the events surrounding Bruce's parents, Alfred never says this to Bruce and their relationship is a weird mix between older brother/younger brother and father/son... Which they both won't admit.

Years pass, Bruce becomes Batman and forms the Batfamily, but never properly addresses what type of relationship he has with Alfred.

It all comes to the forefront when the Waynes are brought back to life for a day or two due to time travel or magic.