#mademyth

      “ Try being forced to share a bed with Clark. He’s huge. “

broose waiting for his wife

plotted   starter   for   @mademyth !!

         the   unmarred   fascination   is   not   lost   on   bright   features,   utterly   absorbed   in   the   display   of   a   pristine   heroism   unfolding   before   her   very   eyes.   a   mastery   of   the   signature   lasso   she's   only   captured   glances   of   in   blurred   news   report   images   that   make   their   way   to   the   front   page.   the   tales   of   several   encounters   that   bruce   had   divulged   in   sharing   with   her,   quite   frankly   after   the   insistent   wear   of   pleads   to   recount   the   experiance   of   meeting   an   Amazon.   a   myth   come   to   life   .   

      quite   literally   barbara   was   star-struck   as   she   stood   clad   in   her   notorious   gold   &   black   armored   suit,   the   cowl   draped   over   to   shield   her   identity   but   it   did   little   to   dim   the   enthusiasm   that   had   settled   on   her   face   like   stubborn   glue.   she   arrived   in   the   midst   of   unrelenting   chaos   as   𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑   𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍   made   work   to   apprehend   three   meager   bank   robbers.   but   her   duty   is   not   forsaken,   descending   from   her   perch   𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻   entered   the   fray   to   catch   the   last   thief   with   a   solid   boot   to   the   chin   to   end   his   night.   

      ❝   wow   !!   ❞   okay,   perhaps   she   could   work   on   expanding   her   vocabulary   beyond   the   realizations   of   overwhelming   glee.   ahem.   a   quick   clear   of   the   throat,   straightening   of   her   posture   as   the   red   head   trotted   over   to   the   amazon   with   just   a   subtle   spring   in   her   step.   ❝   i   mean   —   looked   like   you   had   everything   under   control,   wonder   woman.   didn't   want   this   bat   ruining   your   fun.   i   know   how   the   old   man   can   get.   ❞   

PLAINLY PUT, the world had gone to shit. Quickly and all consuming. Like a fire that razed the world over night. They couldn’t stop it. They couldn’t prevent it. Now they just needed to survive until the endgame. To fight until the universe caught up and said enough. Because that was the only way this was going to end. 

Either they fold or they kill the BATMAN. 

That name still holds some weight even now. No longer the same fear that struck in the hearts of many. Neither a symbol of anything at all. Just fists and bullets forcing sense where there was none. What other choice did they have after all? 

Neck cricked at the turn of his head. Arm punching in the air, pushing shoulder back into place where one of his soldiers had roughed him up from the last encounter. The sounds dripping water the only other noise until the metal door to the bunker creaked open and it was Carrie with a shocked look on her face. Disbelief and desperation ─ it’s a too familiar expression. 

Batman didn’t like it. 

He stood in attention. Hand reaching for his gun on the table. Muscle addiction at this point. Feeling those fingers lock into place. Sensing the weight of a pack of bullets in one of the pockets of his fatigues. Dislocated shoulder forgotten for the familiar pose. Aim. Hover. And shoot. It doesn’t even faze him anymore. The nightmares of a boy framed between two bodies, world turned upside down, gone for new horrors. New losses. New souls to mourn. 

And just B A N G ─

Bullets bounce as they make contact. Nearly missing his ear by just a hairline. Burying into the wall behind him as she stepped into view. Not a nightmare but just as good. Just as familiar. And just as terrifying. Two more shots for good measure. Clang. Clang. Clang. It bounced. 

He felt the clutch of fingers on his coat. His cowl pulled off and she’s through the door way. 

“ Diana. “

TOO LONG FOR HER. His hip and his glutes somehow still remembered the last time she’d thrown him over her shoulder. In his defense, he’d lasted at least two minutes longer than their last sparring. 

      Some progress.Getting old. Blah. Blah.Blah.

He’s propping himself up on his elbow, grunting. “Another round?”

                                              "perhaps, i'm a little tired."

THEY’VE BEEN LOOKING for months now. And he knows she’s been looking for it much longer than he has. A way back home. A way back to her. 

And any admittance of defeat was a setback. An abyss one could so easily trip and fall into without looking. Concerned perhaps at the prospect his hand immediately reaches for hers then. 

      Perhaps a little rest couldn’t hurt. 

A gentle squeeze and a knot of their fingers, he pulled her from the computer. Wordlessly leading her back up the stairs to their bedroom. 

“ ISN’T IT OBVIOUS?” He asked, brushing the hair off his shoulder. Pressing a light kiss to the crook of her neck and turning her slightly so their eyes could meet as he smiled. “ Are you okay? “

" Why the stars then? "