Here You Go, Sorry It Took So Long. But Here’s Another Job-batfam. We Get A Look At Jon And His Mental

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

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Revenge Bruce au: part one.

Based on the 2017 movie called Revenge. It touched on less sensitive topics initially in this writing.

Bruce = 20 years.

“Alfred, its fine. I’m just going to meet him, not like a mission or anything. And besides, you said I needed to take time away from Gotham. This is a good thing!” Bruce said, throwing his bag in the boot of the taxi, looking back at his concerned butler.

Recently, Bruce met someone online. A male who was a bit older and had been talking to him for a few weeks. The two hit it off, and Bruce had been invited to a desert vacation house while this guy and the two friends he was bringing would go hunting. Honestly? Bruce was lonely. You don’t have much social life being the Batman. And the Bruce Wayne social life was painfully fake. So, he was glad he met someone who seemed to want to talk to him. Ergo naturally when he was invited, he accepted the other man’s invitation without question.

He didn’t even run a background check on this guy. And that was a stupid error.

“Master Bruce, you don’t know this man. It could be--”

“Alfred, its ok. You and Gordon know where I’m going, and he’s really nice. He listens to me. I need this, please. Ill be fine.”

“…. I expect to be texted every three days.”

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It had been two days since Bruce got to the vacation home. It was somewhere in Morocco, hours away from anything else. That should’ve rung alarm bells. Honestly? Bruce was just ignoring them on purpose.

The mans name turned out to be Luke, and he wasn’t bad looking at himself. Tall, dirty blond with brown eyes, and a little gritty. His friends weren’t Bruce’s favorite, but that was fine honestly. It’s not like they spoke to him, and they listened to Luke and stayed out of the bedroom. That was ok.

Bruce said on the edge of the bed, looking out at the desert. It was bare and yet caught his attention in a most primal way. He loved it. He lay back on the covers, looking up at the roof as he closed his eyes, just letting himself relax. This was nice. Away from Gotham, from responsibilities, from it all. He got to act his age; people didn’t expect things from him. He was finally relaxed-

Ding.

Bruce sat up and looked at the bedside table. Luke had left his phone on it after sex, forgetting to take it before he went hunting that first day with his friends. Bruce knew he probably shouldn’t snoop, but he was curious. He barely knew this amazing guy, after all.

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When Luke got back, he should’ve known the gig was up. He headed to the room with his two friends trailing behind, expecting to find Bruce lying down, or reading or something. Instead, he saw the other standing at the door frame waiting for him, holding Lukes’s phone in his hand and glaring at the other with passion.

“…. Your married?” Bruce asked, teeth gritted.

“Oh,” Luke said, breezily with a grin. “It’s ok baby, its open. I know its hard to believe, but I’m allowed to do this.” He tried to soothe, walking closer and attempting to take the phone out of Bruce’s hands.

Bruce jerked his hand away, keeping hold of the phone and taking a step back. “yeah, it’s hard to believe because it’s a lie. You lied to me!”

“I wouldn’t lie,” Luke said, holding Bruce’s shoulder. “I could never lie to you.”

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I told your wife who I am?”

……….

The room fell silent, Lukes’s expression hardening into something almost terrifying, his friends behind him had different expressions. Kyle looked resigned. He knew what happened when Luke’s partners found out and threatened. He re-loaded his gun. The other, mike looked like he pitted Bruce. He was new to the group but knew all the same.

See, Bruce should’ve run a background check on these. Because Luke was affiliated with the mafia on his wife’s side, and if she found out he was cheating on her, it was his body in a bag. So, to stop his past partners from telling, he made them take his place. And by the way the gun clicked, he knew it was Bruces turn. What they didn’t know is Bruce, refuses to die like that.

Kyle raised the gun and fired.

Bruce had seen him loading it and expected it.

He moved.

It grazed his shoulder.

He grabbed Lukes’s satchel off the bed, knowing keys were in it.

He shoved passed the stunned men.

And ran.

Bruce threw the satchel in the passenger seat of the car as he started it up. He didn’t know how to drive this one, but he’d have to figure it out quickly.

As Bruce finally got the car to move the men had taken the other, with Luke driving, Kyle in the passenger seat and mike on a motorcycle next to the car.

The problem was Bruce didn’t know where to drive. His mind raced a mile for a minute as he took off, unsure of where he was going. The car bumped along the dirt, before stalling and coming to a stop.

Bruce’s eyes widened as he cursed, hitting the wheel before catching a glimpse in the rear-view mirror and seeing them. Gaining. And fast.

Having no other choice, Bruce grabbed the satchel and ran, sprinting in the direction he was going. But he couldn’t go faster than a car. And even if he could, a cliff marked the dead end. Bruce’s head whipped around, as he saw Luke get out of the car. He held a gun but tried to go for the easy path one last time.

“Bruce, look.” He said, staring down the other trapped man, a small grin on his face. “your cute. I don’t want to kill you! So just come back, and leave. You don’t tell my wife, and I will leave you alone. Deal?” the weasel was lying.

But Bruce needed information. 

“How many people have you killed before?”

“Bruce- “

“How many to keep this secret?”

“That doesn’t- “

“You’re a liar and a coward.”

“Ok that’s enough you little bitch. I gave you a chance,” Luke said, stepping forward.

Bruce stepped back. Luke would’ve continued his sentence, but he didn’t have to. As it turns out Bruce lost his footing on that ledge, eyes widening as he fell back.

Bruce felt the air whipping past him as he fell. It was second but it felt like minutes. He didn’t want to die, Alfred was right. This was a bad idea, and now he-

None of the men heard a scream, or a thump. But they heard a sickening sharp noise. It was wet, and like ripping fabric but skin. Mike walked over to the edge, curiosity getting the better of him as he looked over. He almost lost the lunch he had hunted just hours before.

Bruce was impaled on a tree, limbs hanging there as his head lolled back, blood dripping down his mouth. It was a gruesome sight to see another human being meet an end like that. But while Mike was about to be sick Luke looked over. He sighed, “that’s taken care of.” He muttered as mikes eyes fell on him incredulously.

“I need a beer. Cmon, we’ll collect the body in the morning. Leave the car he took. If anyone finds him before that, they’ll think a stupid tourist fell off. Not out problem.”

He said, before walking back to the car. Kyle nodded and got himself back into the passenger seat, marking a place on the map where they’d come back to hide the body the next day. Mike reluctantly got on his bike, the sick feeling in his stomach still ever present as he followed the other two men.

This. Was. Not. Over.

Not by a longshot.

i wrote this half asleep, sorry if its not coherent.

Scylla

I made a Scylla design. It’s low quality sorry, can’t fix it.

Not full monster, humanoid.

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is there a lore reason that Octavian has white hair in ur survived AU or is it just cuz it looks cool?

stress after like, weeks being paralysed in the grass basically in excruciating pain. And then it didn’t get better after he found out he had to take care of a child, and then realised said child was a Child of Kronos and his father wanted him for a sacrifice to get a physical body, and Octavian has to like, not let the child do that.

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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(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!)

Superbly was 16 weeks old when they found him. He’s so intelligent. He’s my favourite fetus.

The pendent left behind:

chapter one: The Will

chapter two: The Pendent