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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.”
“For what?”
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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!)