#young lex luthor

More MAWS Bruce.

some drawings i did to cover up those absolutely vitriolic AI hatebots that have been going around on ao3; i was trying a new style (one layer each + one color + no reference) and for a drawing study it turned out okay!

Alfred Pennyworth joins the Wayne household in 1973, and Bruce arrives the year after. As the boy grows he starts to collect waifs and strays - by time he'd collected Tony Stark and Lex Luthor (despite them being older) and a kid out of the Narrows called Harvey, Alfred should have seen the signs. It only goes downhill from there.

Part One : Series Timeline

Two: That time we got caught buying eyeliner in NYC (and got grounded again)

The year is 1990. Bruce Wayne and Harvey Dent are 16, their other best friends Lex Luthor and Tony Stark are 18 and 20 respectively. They are grounded, firmly, by Jarvis in one of their properties (they can't always remember who owns what) in Miami.

New York is pretty accessible by plane when you have the money to skip queues.

Three: Bruce, Clark, Lex, Kryptonite

All Clark sees is green green green.

Four: Your Hand in Mine

There was too much emotion for him to work it out – he couldn’t see what it meant, couldn’t see past his best friend’s pain. He sank into the chair pulled onto Harvey’s right, less damaged side. Harvey was smaller than him, but not that small compared to most people.

He held his head up and talked with his hands and could smile at any insult then return it so harshly you wouldn’t have known he’d dragged you through the mud until it was in the papers the day after, because his presence wrapped you up and you were hopeful that as he claimed one day the City would be safe again.

Five: Wait, what? Married?

Ft. Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor, Harvey Dent and Tony Stark. The year is 1990.

“Rob! Pssst, Rob! C'mon man, wake up man. We gotta plane t’ catch.”

Bruce shoved his head further under the cushion, attempting to wriggle deeper into the back of the sofa he’d spent the night on. At least Tony had reasonably comfy furniture. Harvey rolled his eyes and snatched away the quilt. Hopefully the cold air would break into Bruce’s head. He always got muggy after a drinking session.

“Get up you lazy sod we gotta go,” he said firmly, furtively eyeing the exits in case Jarvis or (God forbid) Howard entered. “Bruce, get up and go throw up before we leave.” He noted with some pride that Bruce was starting to shuffle around looking for his quilt – that meant he’d get up in the next ten minutes or so. They had just enough time for him to go throw up to clear his systems, get three pints of water into Tony and prize Lex out the closet he always somehow wound up sleeping in. Weird, that. Still. If Rhodey was on schedule, Tony should come stumbling in right about now.

“Harv,” croaked the 20 year old, “Harv, why are we up at 6am? Harv, I don’t wanna go.”

“Stop whining and get your stuff while I get Rob to the bathroom,” he ordered meeting Rhodey’s eyes. The understanding they had was the sort forged between two mom friends attempting to keep three genius playboy dumbass billionaires alive until someone else could take on the job. That said, he wouldn’t be allowing someone to take them on willy-nilly. They’d have to pass background checks and survive an interview with Rhodey. Harvey rolled his eyes as Bruce rumbled something about this being one of his worse ideas, but he staggered (with support) into the downstairs bathroom and slammed shut the door. “Don’t lock it,” he whisper-yelled, “Bruce Wayne do you hear, don’t lock that door!” Bruce gargled in response, and Harvey nodded in satisfaction as he heard him start to retch. One down. Two to go.

Lex was being reluctantly ushered into the kitchen by Rhodey to sit with Tony and get some coffee in him. Rhodey shoved the coffee pot at the two bleary-eyed geniuses as he handed a white unsealed envelope to Harvey labelled ‘tickets – 4 adult’ and two passports. He wasn’t coming? Great. The three dumbasses were his responsibility until New York. That wouldn’t be too hard though: in his bag was a book for Lex, a selection of pens and notebooks, a copy of Bruce’s thesis (not the master copy obviously), passports for Bruce and himself and generous quantities of money.

What happened in NYC, stayed there.