Octavian Survived Au: Small Accidentally Adopted Child:

Part three of Jon and the Wayne’s! This time with Jason.

“Hello other murder hobo kind of adopted brother.”

Jason looked up at Jon, a kindly offended and a little weirded out expression on his face.

“I don’t know that I ever consented to this.”

Jon looked up at him blankly, not faltering.

“I didn’t know you had a choice in the matter.”

Jason paused, and nodded.

“That’s actually incredibly fair considering my track record.” He mused.

“How can I help?”

Jon looked blankly at him, before sighing.

“Can I have 20 bucks to go get FroYo?”

“Sounds like a lot for FroYo.”

“I like FroYo.”

“Why aren’t you asking Bruce?”

“I did.”

“And what did he say?”

“No.”

“So then why are you asking me?”

Jon scoffed at Jason’s questions? Crossing his arms and leaning on his back foot.

“Because he’s not the boss of you.”

Jason inhaled very deep into his nose before letting it out ate starting at the floor, slowing looking up and Jon and taking to himself.

“Oookay it’s a trap, it’s a trap, you know it’s a trapped, you’ve trained for this, calm down-“

“You said he was a depressed caffeine addicted little bitch.” Jon said, raising an eyebrow and adjusting his beanie.

Jason, looking back at the boy and shifting on his feet said, rather loudly.

“That doesn’t reflect my beliefs, actually!”

“You’re sweating.” Jon said, fighting the little smirk off his face.

“No I’m just dying, it’s been happening for a while actually.” Jason hugged back, tugging on his collar while glaring down at the boy.

“Isn’t that so sad? Lest talk about that for a while.” He added, trying to veer the conversation off its plotted course.

Jon swigged, playing all off and glancing away.

“I mean, look, I get why you’d be scared of Bat-dad.” He said, baiting Jason.

Jason fell hook line and sinker.

“I AM NOT-“ Jason started but was cut off by a clattering of metal in the distance. He froze, before leaning closer to Jon and hissing.

“I am not scared of him.”

Jon knew he had him.

“Really? Because I heard he could kick your ass. Even when you were fully red-hood.”

Jason shit up and said loudly.

“Well he is entitled to his-“

He hissed this park:

“Very wrong.”

Before being all loud again.

“Opinions!”

Jon tilted his head.

“So he couldn’t take you in your heyday?”

Jason glared at him.

“I resent that wording and I could take him right now and I wouldn’t need a gun to do it.”

Jon acted interested and looked at Jason, putting on his best innocent curious face.

“What would you need?”

Jason fell again, much to Jon’s delight, and replied.

“Katey Perry playlist, a surround sound-system, and a crowbar.”

Jon put on his best shocked face and turned his tone lighter.

“Really? It’s that easy?”

Jason smirked and leaned down.

“Like a cat in the fucking bathtub.”

“But, I mean, if he’s so easily bodied by you, why would you fear saying yes? Why wouldn’t you contradict him on the FroYo thing?”

Jason considered it and looked both ways. Knowing his reputation was on the line he pulled a twenty out of his vest and held it out to Jon.

“Here you go, young Kent.”

“Thank you.” Jon said sweetly, about to walk away before turning on his heel.

“Oh, I forgot one thing. Thank you, and, WE GOT ‘IM!”

Bruce, who was standing behind Jason, placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down to whisper.

“What was that about Katey Perry?”

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this is the part before this:

part after:

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My Aus:

SuperBat Mer au: story one

Ghost! bruce Au: story one

jon and the waynes: story one?

Bruce Revenge Au:

what if the jl broke up: (written at 3 am)

The pendent left behind: Jason todd centric this time actually.

SuperBat Mer au: story one

Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.

Chapter Two: Clark almost gets caught. Bruce tries to communicate with him.

Part three linked: Bruce shows off his pup and Clark learns to communicate.

Chapter Four: Clark meets the family. Bruce needs a nap.

Part five linked: Bruce is gone. Clark has to find a pup, and Jason gets netted.

Chapter Six: Bruce starts to heal, Clark is firm about his family.

What if the justice leuge broke up due to a clash? And when dark side attacked, the only member who came was Bruce.

(Rät by Penelope Scot, read at discretion, enjoy.)

“Your… the only one who came?” Darkside said, starring at the man.

“You all can barely defeat me together. And you expect to survive alone?”

Bruce stared back at him. He was tired. Just tired. He’s been trying to keep everything together, keeping the world safe, dealing with his kids, and with the absolute mess that’s been left behind. 

“No. But I’m the last chance they got.”

The villains brow furrowed as he looked down at the other.  This… wasn’t what he expected. But, he could humour the human.

“Last chance, hmm? Tell me, why are they worth saving?”

That threw Bruce a pause. He finally met the gods gaze, with a questioning one of his own.

“I’ve grown up here. This is my home. I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God.” Bruce started. His voice pained and stoicism behind the mask crumbing.

“They made technology, high quality.

And complex, physiological, experiments and sacrilege in the name of ‘public good’s.

It taught me everything, just like a parent should.”

The villain listened, and waited. He hadent heard a cultish speak like this before. He had half a mind to just take the human then demand the others come to his rescue. But humans were allways fun to work up. He could let this one work himself up. It’d make him esiar to take prisoner.

“Mmm. go on.”

Bruce wasn’t even thinking at the moment. He’d been up and down with barely any sleep for the past week, trying to run the justice leuge alone. Which shouldn’t be bad since he was the only one who stayed, but was just that her because everyone had gone back to their own place. Heros were at an a time minimum and he had stepped up because of some damn complex. He wasn’t even able to take care of Gotham anymore, he left Dick and Jason with that.

“And it was beautiful, and vulnerable. Gave us power and success. God damn, I fell for it, the fame and words, their tunnels and tech. I studied hard, because I wanted to do one thing great, or two. And the real tragedy? half of it is true.” Bruce said getting more and more worked up. He was done trying to be strong. He was just gonna vent to someone, then leave and have a nap. Seemed the best option right now.

“But we’re all so fuckin' mean, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church. And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth. I bit the apple 'cause I loved it, and why would they lie?

And then I realized it’s all just as naïve as I am.”

Bruce took a breath before continuing, tears brimming despite himself.

“Well, I don't want to eat the rich, I'd have to eat my heroes first.

And my tuition's paid by blood, I might deserve earths fate or worse.

But I don't need that goddamn money, I don't need jack shit, that’s true. So when I speak, you bet your life my words are trues.

Let me level with you, man, as someone guilty of the game, I took the help, I took the cash, I would've taken his last name.

So if any guy on Earth should get to make a call about this, It should be me, and as I see it, life’s a dick.”

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Part two! The pendent left behind.

“Excuse me?” Jason said back, a bit disbelieving. 

“What? It’s simple.” The boy said back, crossing his arms with a huff. He looked at the taller man and pointed to the crossbow.

“Just shoot it already.”

“Excuse you, no one tells me what to kill. Or when. Not some child, not some pice of jewellery, no one.” Jason said back, thrusting the arm with a crossbow out as he spoke. Unfortunately, the wepon fired shooting one of the men in the head. The child hummed.

“No one. Wow, that lasted about five seconds. You gonna finish the job, misfire?”

He sassed back, crossing his arms and looking up at Jason. Jason glared at the child.

“Don’t call me that- and I guess I have to now huh? Brat.” Jason took care of the other three guys, before glaring down at the child still looking at him.

“So how do I fix this?” He asked, gesturing to the face that he looked like a divine being. 

“Just said you’ve dealt with it.”

“What?”

“Idiot. Tell the pendent you’ve delt with it.”

“That’s stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Brat-“

“Just deal with it!”

“….fine.” 

Jason did do as the child said, even if he felt more then a little stupid. When he did it flashed again and the pendent settled against his chest. He tore it off, much to the child’s amusement.

“You can’t do that.” 

Jason glared at the child.

“Yeah? Watch me.” He said, reeling back and throwing the pendent far away as he could. He heard the pendent clutter and a smashing noise as it fell down the drain. The child laughed at him, putting his hand on his mouth.

“Oh- oh your a riot.” He grinned.

“What are you laughing at? I threw the stupid thing away.”

“Oh, yeah. Check yourself.”

Jason stared at the child with a glare, looking down and seeing the pendent again. He nearly jumped out of his skin. 

“The fuck?-“

“It’s chosen you. The last person with it left it to you, you can’t get rid of it. Least not for a couple of years.”

Jason cursed, looking at it. This was bullshit, he didn’t ask for this! Wait-

“But my da- nevermind.” Bruce had given it to him. Did Bruce know what it was? He had to have. But- then he’d have to talk about Bruce. And he didn’t want to acknowledge him. Or his death. And that slip up… Bruce. Not dad. 

He refused to acknowledge the small child as he walked home, ending patrol early. The child followed him, seemingly unbothered. He just kept talking about nothing at all, Jason getting more and more ticked off.

“Can you just fuck off, kid?” 

The child smiled up at him, enjoying himself.

“Nope!”

“Why?”

“Attached to the pendent. Your stuck with me, misfire.”

part one

*mwah* lol

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

SuperBat Mer au: Part five, Bruce is gone. Clark has to find a pup, and Jason gets netted.

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Parts of story before this:

Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.

Chapter Two: Clark almost gets caught. Bruce tries to communicate with him.

Part three linked: Bruce shows off his pup and Clark learns to communicate.

Chapter Four: Clark meets the family. Bruce needs a nap.

More Mer types for you all!

Tim: Bluecheek Butterflyfish

(I think this one really suits him, and their known to follow people and groups! You know, like Tim’s habit? Ok, sorry.)

Damian: green cichlids

(Their verry aggressive fish, with a strange beauty that match their colour. And even though they cause harm they can be happy in the right environment. Wink, wink.)

Enjoy the story!

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Clark expected a normal day when he woke up. Maybe go to see Bruce, maybe not. He wasn’t really sure what the day was bringing. Until dick slammed open the door of the justice League meeting room with two pups in tow, looking for Clark and ignoring the protests of who was supposed to be on guard duty that day.

“Clark! I need your help!” dick practically shouted, ducking under the guards grabbing hands once more and pulled the other two to Clark’s seat, ducking behind it defensively from the guard.

Diana waved the guard off before staring at Clark, with a look that clearly said he had some explaining to do. Dick was still panting and halfway to tears and Clark, actually decided to ignore Diana. This was so much more important.

“What’s happened?” Clark asked, crouching down and taking dicks hand in his own. “Where’s your dad?”

“I don’t know!” dick sobbed, rubbing his eyes and staring at Clark. “We were playing in the shallows, and I know dad said don’t go there alone, but he found us, right? But- but then there were boats- and Jason was a bit too far away from us so he was in prime spot for when they could get him- and dad went to save Jason, but they got him two- and now I have Tim and Damian, I didn’t know who else to go to! And now there on a boat, and-“

Clark shushed him, putting his hand on the back of dicks neck comfortingly and trying not to panic internally. It was a bit scrambled what dick said, but what the gist of it was, was that Jason was taken by humans, and trying to save him Bruce was Aswell. Which was not good in any way.

“Clark? What’s going-“ Diana started but was cut off from an actual glare from the other.

“I have to go.” Clark said, standing.

“Clark no,” Aurthur started. Whatever’s happening it can wait; we’ve got a meeting-“

“With all due respect Aurthur, I couldn’t care less. Now, you listen to me. This is Dick, Tim, and Damian. These are my children. You will all take care of them no questions asked. You don’t get to know what I’m doing, but that’s more important. Mt family will always be more important. So shut up, take care of my kids, and ill be back when I’m back. Ok?”

No one spoke. Clark had never been so firm. Or terrifying. No one knew what exactly to say. When Clark saw he was acknowledged he kneeled back down to dick.

“These people you can trust, ok? I’m going to get your dad and brother. Stay together, you’re such a brave kid, ok? You always come to me. Ill be back in no-“

“I think I like being your kid Clark.”

At dicks words Clark wanted to melt into a pile of mush and happiness. But he didn’t have time, so he pressed a soft kiss onto dicks forehead. “I like being your dad.” He muttered before nodding and speeding out of the league building, leaving the others a batch of overwhelmed, and very stubborn kids.

Clark swam through the water like a bat out of hell, desperately weaving through as he searched for any sign of human activity, ears straining to hear anything at all. He went up to the shallows before examining the area thoroughly before finding some shrapnel, seems Bruce put up a strong fight. Good man. And he pulled it closer to himself. He couldn’t read the language, but it was some Asian language, which meant they were going back into the ocean to get back to their home.

Which meant he still had time to find Bruce.

He ignored the cold that seemed into his bones as he left the reef, and the twilight zone. Swimming further into the ocean then he’s ever swum as he went to go fins his Bruce and Jason. Part of his family. He couldn’t just leave them behind. This time? There was no room for error allowed.

Clark was starting to panic when he got a whiff of something in the water. Blood, Bruces blood. He could track it to the boat! But… Bruce was bleeding. Oh, hell no, people gonna die.

Tracking the blood with a burning rage in the back of his skull wasn’t the easiest thing he’s done. But definitely the thing he hasn’t regretted even once, as he continued till, he saw a ship in which the scent was just dripping off it.

Now, Clark could’ve been subtle about this. But he honestly didn’t care and was far too angry to consider anything but getting the two back. So, it came as a big surprise when he climbed up the side of the boat and just threw a guy off. The humans seemed almost intimidated of Clark’s size, and that made him so much angrier.

They didn’t mind kidnapping a pup and its parent huh? But when they have to take on a bigger Mer they minded? What a load of absolute bullshit.

Clark narrowed his eyes at one of the poachers and fixed him with a gaze that could melt steel. Literally. The man seemed to get what the other was after, because he pointed to a crate before jumping onto a raft like the other two men left. Cowards. Not that Clark was thinking of that now, as he instead went closer to the crate and open it up to fins a whimpering up clutching to an unconscious Bruce with blood dripping down his forehead. And Clarks heart nearly stopped.

Now, he knew Bruce was alive, he could hear his pulse. But that didn’t stop the fact that he was hurt. He clutched Jason to his side and pulled Bruce out of the crate, then falling backwards into the ocean to get the two some much needed water.

Since Jason seemed contented with clutching onto him like a backpack Clark focused on Bruce, checking the other man and making sure he was alright. About halfway through Bruce stirred, head pounding and pain shooting through his body as he stared up at Clark.

The two met eyes and Bruce tilted his head, “cl... ark?” he tried. Clark had never heard Bruce even try speaking before, so hearing his name, even fragmented and a bit strange was surreal, and damn he had a beautiful voice. Jason seemed to have not heard his father’s voice either because he chirped, swimming around and slotting himself into Bruce arms.

Bruce loosely wrapped sore arms around Jason, pulling himself up despite the discomfort to lean on Clark’s chest.

Clark pulled the other closer, starting on his way home as he mumbled reassurance.

“It’s ok, your other kids are safe and with my friends. They won’t let anything happen to them. Just stay with me, I’ll take you home.”

(Hello friends! Here’s another chapter, quite a long one this time! 1300 words, woof. Anyway, you wanna be tagged please let me know. Previous chapters are at the start and please leave a comment, it means so much to me. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!)

idea:

tw: angst, suicide mentions

Octavian as Maui, but instead of some big warrior demigod, hes some skrunkly crunkly little shit, a demigod from ancient times, who thought he could steal Gaeas heart and survive, failed miserably and was cursed to being a mortal demigod thousands of years later.

We don’t know much about Octavian, where he came from, why he is so pompous, so what if it’s because he was born in ancient times, and was cursed with having to be a mortal demigod in modern times, with barely any semblance of the powers he used to have, and it shows. He has a god complex, because he used to be able to get away with it. He *used* to be able to do anything. Now he’s in a fucking teenagers body. And yeah, he causes a war.

it wasn’t that bad in olden days, it was a point of honor. And when he saw that cannon c for a split second he thought he saw a glimpse of his old life, he could be the hero he remembers. And Mabye, death could bring him that, Mabye if he died he could be who he used to.

but the gods decided fuck that, he hadent repented and returned the heart, he miraculously survives, spiteful and vindictive, and very pissed. His body dosent feel like his own and now he’s being denied death? Fuck.

Micheal eventually finds him and he basically decided she’s going to help his freind finish the quest, no idea on Octavian’s planned auicide after the quest. Octavians just done, he’s so tired, and mad, and awful, and powerless. He’s just done. But his planned go into turmoil when he realises Micheal actuallly cares about him. It’s awful, and right, all at the same time.

he dosent deserve this, right? He’s not who he used to be. He’s not the big amazing warrior, he’s not the hero, hell, he’s not even a very good villain. But Micheal thinks he’s amazing. And that’s scary, and wrong, and oh so good to feel his walls comming down. But he hates it at the same time. He’s allways been alone, back in the ancient when he was doing quests, or then when he was Augur, and now… he was trying so hard to be alone. But Micheal wouldent get the fucking message.

and when they finish the quest, it’s overlooking the cliff Octavian first fell off before he was transported to this mortal world. He stood there, looking at the water below. It was churning, dark and uninvitong. He wonders if death will be cold, dark. Like a nightmare, the cold floor biting your skin like frostbite, and the darkness so bad you could barley see your hand infront of your face.

it warm, like good memories. Holding him, ears hearing like he’s underwater, muted light through bliss enfectibg goggles. Like good things, and happy times. Would it be warmer then Micheal’s arms-

.

.

.

where did *that* come from?

Octavian bristled. He wasn’t supposed to think like this. No one was, it wasn’t strong, it wasn’t right. But god he wanted to curl up in Micheal’s arms and never leave. He wanted to feel small, he wanted to feel something other then a FUCKING overwhelming need to be the best, to be the greatest, to make history no matter the cost.

but death felt so tempting, but for the first time in forever he felt like he could find happiness with another person. That Mabye he could be ok, with not being great. With just being… good. With someone he loved.

no.

No, he didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to feel this safe. This happy. He screwed up the world. He’s fixed it. But now. What’s left?

what could keep him happy, what could keep him, someone so broken, and who he thought was *evil* he was *evil*, what could he deserve?

Octavian didn’t know when tears started falling down his cheeks, or when his foot came closer to the edge. It felt lucid, like he was underwater, like he could see himself, but not through his eyes.

he heard Micheal calling for him, but it felt muffled. He heard noises, not words. Cody soon,, then panic.

he didn’t want Micheal to panic, Micheal deserved the world. He wasn’t sure when he took a step closer to the edge, or when he let himself fall fowrd. He wasn’t sure what was happening, it felt so… unreal. Like, so so very unreal. He felt arms around his waist and felt himself be tanked back, falling back onto someone, and the jolt winding him, and the breath he took almost broke the illusion of serenity with a harsh slap of reality. He heard Micheal yelling at him, sitting up, still holding him.

he couldent tell the words, everything eas becoming more real. That warm feeling was gone, that bliss of not feeling, was gone. And he didn’t know if he liked it. Octavian *sobbed*. He didn’t know why, he wasn’t sure why he could actually do this. He wasn’t supposed to do this. He was supposed to be strong, scary, and big. But in Micheal’s arms he felt oh so small. He heard Micheal’s voice falter.

this was all to much for Micheal. He felt petrified when he saw ofcavoan first walk to that edge.what was he supposed to do? What *could* he do? He was frozen, till he saw that step. Then another. And he had to fling himself at Octavian and yank him back before he fell, and when he grabbed him Micheal fell flat on his back. He was yelling at Octavian, asking him what the hell he was thinking. Till he started sobbing. He only could hold him. There wasn’t anything he could do in this situation. He just held him. This was overwhelming for both Boyd, and they sat there. For how long he didn’t know. But what he did know? Him and Octavian had a long conversation ahead.

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sorry, it was meant to be a light hearted thing then I just continued and it spirals out of control. If you like it, leave a comment and I can expand on this new au, I wasn’t meaning for this to happen but it did lmao. This was my first time writing angst, and actually writing things, not just a concept. Wow. What do you think?