I Promise I Didn't Disappear, I Just Don't Have Any Impulse Control And Started Several At Once Again

Jon and the Wayne’s:

part one: Jon the weed dealer.

part two: misunderstandings.

Part three: stinging Jason todd.

Part four: poker night.

Part five: Bruce likes being single.

Part six: mission and Kris.

some jason studies based on a mads mikkelsen photoshoot

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can I steal Zeus’s liver? Pretty please?

If you must :3

Post-prison c!dream gaining back his confidence via clothes! He’s showing it to c!techno, who is losing his mind over it /pos

Also i have a c!dreamnoblade account if yall are interested, it’s @dreamnoblades-diaries

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.

Octavian after the cannon if he survived:

White fluffy hair around going to his waist, put up in a high ponytail.

A white button up shirt under a black vest with a flowy pattern on it.

Due to the cannon, the left half of his face was horrifically scared, in the same way two face has two faces, half of his face is normal and the other is covers by a metal half mask, with a glowing place where the eye would be.

He wears hearing aids due to going partially deaf due to the loudness of the cannon.

His whole left side is pretty fucked, he lost his left arm fully during cannon, that’s the only thing they found of him. Henry had a metal prosthetic made with the same pattern that’s on the vest carved into it.

His leg wasn’t as bad as his arm but he still lost chunks, he got it metal plated but it still causes him regular pain.

He has to spend over half an hour ruccibg ointment over his whole left half, as it’s fully scared.

The only scars on his right side is his top surgery scars and a few he got from fighting.

Goes by Vi to people who don’t know him so he isn’t found by people in his past.

Was awful with a sword, but found he adopted a bow after the whole cannon incident.

Wears heeled boots because on his left half his hell was fully replaced by metal, and it’s less painful if his mussels are tensed like that.

Got proficient in sign language but signs with a slur due to the fact he has one metal hand and only half his sight.

Got less racist, and now without Gaea in his ear 24/7 telling him to exterminate the Greeks he has some sort of small music playing in his hearing aids because he can’t stand the silence.

Trans (FTM) and had a gay awakening when he was fighting with Jason, and denied it very hard. 

Wears an old braclet of the last things he could snatch from camp before he ran away.

No one thought he was alive, and basically didn’t remember to check for him for weeks after, when they found his arm. He was paralysed for a week lying down in the grass awake but unable to move and in pain, he cried all his tears from them, developing a despising of all demigods in general after he was made to suffer for a week straight basically undead.

Was saved by a small Greek boy who was about 5. He basically adopted him after that, begrudgingly. Finding out he was a son of Kronos, about three years after, and still taking care of him. Basically hiding him from his dad and trying to survive away from society.

Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter Three, touch.

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Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter one, heart.

Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter two, heat.

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After barry dropped him off, Bruce stood in front of his door and sighed. His fingers closed around the cold doorknob, not that he could feel it. He couldn’t feel much of anything anymore, it was jarring. Last time he was stabbed he didn’t feel the punch of it, or the sting after. Just a dull thump then an empty gap of a wound. He missed it a little, he always used to say that the pain reminded you, you were alive. But he didn’t feel the pain. That was a reminder. But not in what it used to be, in what it is now. In the fact he wasn’t going to live like he did ever again. Never going to live.

That really sucked.

Pushing the door open he was met with the strange sound of silence. His family was probably either in their own homes or on patrol. Well, that was depressing. Crossing the threshold, Bruce took his cowl off and dropped it by the door, he really couldn’t be assed right now.

As he walked further into the house, he noticed the heating was on and huffed, walking to the thermostat and turning it down. He didn’t need it to be this hot. He went to his room and started to change, pulling off his cowl and putting on a shirt and boxers. He wasn’t going to tell Clark he changed, then Clark would ask why he could still not hear his heartbeat. And Bruce didn’t need that stress right now.

He was about to grab his phone when Jason slammed open his bedroom door, complaining about him turning off the thermostat before pausing.

Turns out, Jason was home. And he had been longing on the couch, turning up the thermostat to try warm his body. His thermal heating in his body was fucked ever since he died, and he got free heating this way so-

Wait, why did Bruce feel different?

Jason stared forward at Bruce, trying to discern what was different with his father. He felt something strange buzz in the room, like he was sensing something. After coming back Jason had this strange ability to know when dead people were nearby. And now he was getting that pull from his father….

Jason pulled his gun and fired into Bruce’s chest, who exclaimed only because of the shot, not the pain. When Jason saw his father had not crumpled, he almost dropped the gun, starring forward.

“B, your dead?”

Bruce decided to avoid the question, instead gesturing to his chest. “Why did you shoot me!”

“Not the point B.”

“It seems like the point to me.”

“The point is why your dead!”

Bruce looked away from Jason, face hardening as he sighed out his gritted teeth.

“There was an accident, and now I’m here. Happy?”

Jason looked at Bruce, face falling as he thought. No. he wasn’t happy about this! He wasn’t. he had said he wanted to kill Bruce, but he was never actually going to. Especially when he knew his father was already letting him back.

And this end was so unsatisfying! For everyone! And it pissed Jason off. Bruce wasn’t allowed to die, no. he was supposed to regret it his whole life, even as they got closer. Bruce was supposed to hurt, not die.

And now Jason wasn’t sure if he wanted either one to happen.

Jason took a step forward and clung to his dad, glaring at him, while his face was buried into his shoulder. “you’re an asshole.” Jason muttered to Bruce, words coming out more vulnerable than he intended, losing their biting edge.

“And you’re not allowed to die. You were never allowed to die.”

Bruce was surprised at the language Jason used, but he was ultimately surprised that he was clung to. Jason was hurt, and very angry. But he was also a kid, who hated any sort of change. And he resented Bruce for dying, just as much as he missed his dad.

Bruce slowly wrapped his arms around Jason, pulling him closer.

“I know.” Bruce murmured, burying his head in his son’s hair, rubbing his back.

“I’m still here though. It’s not all bad-“

“don’t try comfort me, just shut up and know I’m upset with you.”

“…. Ok Jason.”

The two stayed like that for a while. Jason wasn’t sure when he teared up, but he ended up getting a lot off his chest that he needed to for a long time. Jason even got a bit of shouting done. Before the two ended up on Bruce’s bed, Jason leaning on Bruce’s shoulder and Bruce holding him.

Jason was exhausted, he had been holding all that in for so long he didn’t know what to do now it was out. But he knew he still wanted to be closer to his dad, and he felt that kinship with him now. Hey, Bruce joined the dead person club. Cool.

“Hey, d- B?”

“Yeah jay?”

“Do you think…. We can actually get along like we used to?”

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“Honestly? No jay…. But we can get along different. Your still my kid, ok? And I’m sorry.”

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“Everything.”

(Hello friends! It’s me again with another chapter for a fic it seems so many of you enjoy! I’m so happy its already gained this much traction and it means so much to me that people like it. Now, I said this when I posted another chapter of my other fic today, but please if you want to leave a comment, or want to be tagged, just ask or leave that comment. It means so much to me that people enjoy my story and it motivates me to actually continue instead of giving up. Anyway, hi! If you have any story’s, you want me to start, like this Au or my SuperBat Mer au, just send it in an ask to me! And ill be making a pinned postmaster list with all my Au’s, then a link to the storys and then finally a link to those stories’ chapters. When I’m finished with this part of the story, ill start another in the same au! So just ask if you have any ideas, and if anyone can draw, or make head cannons, or write but feels nervous, send them to me if they’re relating to this! I’m always grateful to receive art and stuff relating to my stories. Thank you and have a wonderful day everyone!)

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