#deatg

TW: death, murder and attempted kidnapping (no this is not powerpuff girls, not pulling a, sugar, spice and everything nice, i’m pulling an everything all tears here.)

Part 3 of this saga: (someone make a fanfic already goddamn, don’t force my hand and make me make a series)

Does bruce have parents? i asked myself? like what happened to Martha and Thomas wayne and i was like… good… question.

Do they still die?

Yes.

Yes they do.

Get ready for some heartbreak folks.

So Bruce comes from a rare species of aliens like imagine the kyrptonians rich planet full of life, that but the species is far and in between, endangered one would call it, why? Because of alien hunters.

Which i believe would totally exist and have to be stopped by the GL.

because of the species being so hunted Martha and Thomas learnt how to fight obviously?? how to wrap wounds, they’re more human under the shadows then you would believe.

This doesn’t stop an alien shooting them point blank after they try to struggle from not being captured, young Bruce who wasn’t all just shadows then, his body forming to what the world shows him, he could be a being of shadows and yet a being of shadows like the moons kindness.

But he is not.

His shadows had formed around him like a wall of protection, like they were the sirens call, like they were to drag you under and never release you from the darkness if you so much as looked at him wrong.

Their ears entirely shaping through genetics and how the world raises them, bruce’s are sharp, his father had slightly rounded sharp ears and Martha had rounded curled ears, his are straight and sharp like he’s obsessively waiting to hear the sound of those footsteps again.

He saw firsthand how cruel the galaxy is, a stocky built alien getting too frustrated to knock out two grown aliens so he shoots them instead and runs to kidnap the cub, the guppie.

Bruce however just like his parents fights and he fights hard, just in time for a green lantern to show up and ‘save him’ but not to save his parents who are dead and wounded.

And well, nobody wants to take in an emotionally distraught and disturbed child, he’s all but alone, which is why he can only speak in chirps and coos like a bird.

His species does have a proper language, it’s a garble of more bird sounds but words do come out occasionally, unfortunately nobody was around to raise him to grow out of the stages of not just chirping like a child and trilling when he wants something and he finds comfort in not properly communicating the sounds he needs to speak.

Humans believe this is normal.

He likes that they believe it’s normal.

A mask one could call it.

He survived his child and teens barely and fled around the galaxy learning different skills much like normal human Bruce wayne had did until he met Alfred who promptly became his caretaker.

He was much younger when he met alfred but the calming voice and unknown language, the gentle hand on his shoulder reminded him far too much of his mother.

So he didn’t let alfred go.

And it became a pasttime, Gordon who was the next human to be met face to face, he wasn’t as kind as alfred but he made sarcastic? sarcastic jokes Bruce believed and joked like they were brothers.

Bruce didn’t have siblings. He liked Gordon. He swapped the cigarettes with some candy (you guys remember those candy cigarettes sticks we had as kids? if not search em up) he found in shops and Gordon despite noticing always pretended to not, just smiling ahead.

And then came along … Clark.

And gods.

Finally Bruce knew why his parents always talked about having that little click in his brain go after meeting someone he’ll love, the simple urge to domesticate them and be domesticated for them.

The want to have a push and pull, let you trust them entirely and trust them back.

So maybe he let his shadows down eventually, Clark who wasn’t already planning to get Bruce acquainted with his four sets of parents— his friends like they were married.

i love how this started out as a joke prompt as well like ‘oh hey what if the roles were reversed?’ and now i’m fully immersed in it, curse you Tumblr. you can take my first born child but not my dignity

(GUYS I SWEAR TO GOD. if someone hasn’t write a fanfic i will. i’m getting that irritable itch.)

To add on: I said nothing changed much with the batkids so i’ll clarify here.

Dick found weeping after his parents death, Bruce can’t helping him self seeing a guppie immediately kidnapped the kid and took him to alfred like ‘son.’, dick was confused and entirely wary at first but when he realised bruce meant no harm he stayed.

(Don’t worry Bruce asked Dick if he wanted to go.)

Jason: Jason was trying to steal from Bruce’s cargo supplies fresh and new from the green lantern corps because hey, if you’re gonna be an alien and be an alien on this planet don’t be so obvious, Bruce just swooped him up and took him home.

(I’ll talk about how jason dies in this au later but same story, except sad alien birb dad)

Tim: Tim after writing multiple hate posts from different ips and addresses to luthor’s ‘aliens are real channel’ was actually aware aliens were real after having stalked Bruce for many years far and inbetween, he ended up in the aliens sight and somehow as his son.

Stephanie: She just kinda came out of nowhere (she saw the alien goodies and deserts and hopped onto the ship and was like, hey you’re temporarily my dad for a day) but Bruce was all too happy to have a daughter, she got spoiled lots.

Cassandra: A villainess father and being so traumatised she was too much of a hardened warrior but just, once, once Bruce let down his shadows and trusted her, had faith in her and let her into the family on her own terms in a very slow and agonising ordeal, Bruce describes.

Barbara: not actually his daughter but if she wasn’t a gordon she would already be huddled into his shadow form and preened at.

Damian: Half alien. Yes Talia did it. with an alien, believing it would make the bloodline stronger ect, ect, she genuinely did love Bruce for a bit but love does not conquer over power, well love can make you do stupid things.

And those things lead to children, Damian has the talons, his ears are more sharper (but starting to curl in) with time and love and the shadowy wisps emitting from his hands and legs but apart from that the human gene mainly won over.

However in the dead of night, in the shadows, no human form remains, Damian blends in, his green eyes the only thing to peer back out at you and when he reaches his body is amass of pure shadows and darkness.

Like a werewolf of sorts switching with the day and the night, his body becoming more known when in it’s true environment, the dark, the deep.

It creeps Jason TF out.

Jason: “that kids gotta go bruce.” (something like him.)

Overall, they have their issues, famillial issues and yes they do brush past them like Bruce brushes past his species needs and his parents but he is always begging for his children back, his heart breaking if they don’t.

(Watch duke with his metahuman light powers be dragged in by sheer coincidence and everyone joking he could defeat Bruce with a single dash of light.)

I said as I plunged the dagger into his chest,

for how could I let that heart beat,

if it wasn’t for me?

Maybe now, as his chiselled face starts to rot,

he’ll let his ego down,

and welcome me into his heart,

the very one I ruined.

Don’t misunderstand,

this is a tale of love,

every word written with the pool of blood,

that rests beneath his hand.

Muffling his dying screams with my hand,

I let a single tear drop,

“soon, my love, I’ll be with you,”

the last words he’ll ever hear.

The kerosene engulfed every inch of my body,

a maniacal grin coming to my face,

as I lit up the lighter in my hand,

Your lungs breathed in the rancid air for what felt like the last time. The stunning spell that had just struck had wrecked you, and as you laid on your bruised back you wondered what could've been. You weren't an idiot; you knew that the chances of you coming out alive were little to none. A puny fifth year versus a never ending stream of Deatheaters... a large chance that you were going to die. But that didn't stop the fight inside of you.

Admittedly, at this moment you'd only remembered a handful of spells(most of them defensive), however the two that proved to be the most useful were Confringo and the Partonus charm. Thanking Merlin that your parents had been paranoid about the Dementors, and had forced you to learn the spell. A fully corporeal Partonus was yet to appear, but sometimes you were convinced that you saw a hoof or a tail or something through the blue-white mist.

You had blasted your way through countless Deatheaters, deflected Crucio and Avada kedavra spells left, right and center. But a bloody simple stunning spell had you down and contemplating what death would be like.

Your sister would call you weak but cast a healing spell regardless. You were glad she decided to become a Healer- the school would need it after the war. It saddened you that you wouldn't be able to tell your sister you loved her one more time.

No no. Stop speaking like you were going to die. You were a survivor. You survived falling from a tree. You survived the bullying at school beacuse you, (f/n) (l/n) was strong. An old classmate once thought they saw a pen float over to you, and another ex-friend saw your hair float in the air when you were angry, describing it as if you were 'underwater', even going as far as to call you a angry, warring goddess. You had survived through the looks, the taunts and the constant avoidance of your person. You would survive this little stupid war.

As you struggled to your feet the sound of screaming returned. Your ears sharpened to the sound of a cries of pain. Sprinting over to the sound, careful to avoid others, you were met with a horrifying scene.Slouched on the rubble was a boy, no older than 14, with stark white bone sticking through his flesh. Another gruesome deep slash tore through skin, exposing the muscle underneath.

This guy, Liam, your remembered, was the life of the party. Constantly arranging the wildest (and most conserved) parties for every occasion. He never was the best at spells or charms, barely scraping by in classes. But he was a nice, honest kid, there to help. Whenever a 1st year got lost in the school, whenever a pet died it was always him who ran to comfort the poor person. It was him who helped you when your inkpot spilt over, him helping when it sounded like someone's heart was breaking.

You just barely stopped yourself from gagging on the bile that threatened to escape at the sight of him. How could something so terrible happen to someone so...so sweet? You knew the world like to crap on any act of kindness or even the people itself - but this was going too far.

Silently casting a weak protego charm to asure you would be protected from atleast one spell aswell as uninterrupted, you knelt beside Liam. Weak, brown eyes lifted to look at you.

"I...I'm not gonna make it, eh girly?"

You choked back tears threatening to spill. "Of course you are, stupid, just...just sit back and don't move while I heal you".

His head tilted back, "Sw-sweets, we both know that isn't true. Look just tell my m-mum that...that I love her? And. And you know where to tell my dad to stick it, right?".

Nodding you turned away, trying to look away from the sight in front of you. Oh Merlin's beard you couldn't do anything. You didn't know any healing spells or even any numbing spells. And the shield was breaking, a spell had hit it.

"C'mon. Liam. We have to go", you murmured, trying to not catch the attention of nearby Deatheaters.

Silence

By now you knew he was gone; you just couldn't accept it. It was your first death. You couldn't even process it.

"Stop playing Liam."

Silence met you once more.

A cry built up in your throat but you dug your nails into your palms to silence it. Now was not the time to mourn. Later. Right now you'd have to continue surviving and focus on not dying, that was your number one goal. Not crying over the deaths of good people. Wiping away the bitter tears that weren't quite there yet, you stormed back into the battle.

Deflecting one spell after another, you survived. Your heart was now cold, without remorse each time you injured each Deatheater, ignoring the fact that each one of them could be your parents.