𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤

mfw i come back from the dead and end up with 1 million new brothers that can bully me

and one day,

I am gonna grow wings

a chemical reaction.

But one day a Bruce who doesn't move. Doesn't duck the blow or twist so that it hits his chest instead of his ribs, who doesn't catch their wrist before they can make contact, because hes at his breaking point.

Because maybe this time he’s crossed the line and this time they don't want him to duck. Maybe this time they want to make contact and hit him for making the same mistake over and over and over again and maybe,

even though Dick gives him plenty of warning when he rocks back on his heels before throwing the first punch, he wants Bruce to know that.

And maybe the kids have a moment of shock, of horror, as they watch their fists, their staff, the butt of their gun, swing wide, and

Bruce does nothing, just stands there motionless, no hands raised to block, no twisting away to dodge, just makes eye contact with them and its too late to pull back, to soften the blow because its always been this dance so they never had to pull punches with him- because he was always fast enough- and theres nothing to do but watch in horror as their fist slams against his unprotected jaw. As the staff explodes against his ribs. As the gun collides heavily with his temple. 

And the shock and horror as Bruce sacks to the floor, or stumbles, hands moving to staunch the flow of blood, or to cradle the injury, but watch in even further horror as he does no move away. As he just stays and waits for the next blow, the next hit, just waits and is willing to take it. 

Because he hates himself that much. Because he’s crossed the line too many times and if they aren't willing to blame him for it he’ll do it himself. 

Sorry for the short update, I just wanted to show Bruce carrying Damian to bed lol

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