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Hey, do you remember this fic of mine? So, Damian is about to grow up from Robin and become his own vigilante! But I need help choosing a name for him.
Characters in my style/Always!AU/redesign #2
Here is the link to the part 1, part 3
So, just like last time I found myself bored, so I decided to do Batman now, it's not exactly the same series and such, but here it is in my Always!AU
Just like Connor and Dick, he's younger and has the fake wings, he still has the cape, tho, so he can, like, cover his wings when he's not using them and because, like in some canons (I think? Remember that I've never read any comics if you're going to hate on me for being stupid, okay,), his cape is basically a shield in the form of fabric, so yes, instead of doing it like in some fics where they swap the cape for the wings, I mixed the two.
And I removed the part of the skin that is normally showing in canon, to give him more of the cryptid vibe I wanna in my AU, you know, to distance him even further from the human being. And he is even called just "Bat" instead of "Batman" to give more emphasis to this distance from the common that I want.
More BatMimikyu & Cat!BatBlob.
What’s inside of BatMimikyu’s wings? It’s a blob!
Three Mimikyu thinks BatMimikyu is a Mom. So they’re following him around.
BatMimikyu keeps the eggs safe from danger. (These three eggs are cloned red, black and white.) and one is mixed. (Colorful) and last is BatMimikyu with glitter egg.
Lord BatBlob is injured badly by owner. (Lord Superman.) He was abusing him. Poor little bat.
More BatMimikyu with suits.
Man-Bat from “Justice League: Gods and Monsters
Batman: The Brave and the Bold
Lord Batman from “Justice League 2003”
Arctic Batman from “The Batman 2004”
Super-Batman from “Batman: The Brave and the Bold
“SuperBat” from Batman/Superman: Worlds Finest #4
Kryptonite Batman from “Superman/Batman #23”
Fairy Batman from”Lego Batman: Movie”
Rainbow Batman from “Batman: The Brave and the Bold
So, what’s your favorite Batman? 😉
BatMimikyu’s Exclusive Z-Move Unveiled. 👻🦇💕
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More Cat!BatBlob & BatMimikyu with wings.
BatMimikyu keeps the eggs warm until the hatch will soon.
Batman was injured badly, he turns into a Cat!BatBlob. His soul separated from the injured body. His friends tried to find a way to change him back.
BatMimikyu with Fluffy for @lovesick-joey
Pink BatMimikyu for @kiunlo
I hope you like it. 😉
More BatMimikyu!
There’s more here 👈🏼
Cat!BatBlob & BatMimikyu
Cat!BatBlob isn’t blob, He’s a shadow.
Shiny Mimikyu👆🏽He’s looks like him.
Well, Mermay is almost done buuut, Aquatic batfam is always lovely. So which would you be fine hearing me ramble about-slash-work on the Oneshots lol
Eel Mer- Eeels. Long wriggly friends. Now with apposable thumbs! And Bruce's growing adoption problem- and a slight family curse but shhh.
Merfolk- I mean, fish! A mixture of modern and fantasy with the merfolk of Gotham waters being cryptids compared to the rest of the seas. The bats think it's hilarious.
Octopus Mer- Octopi are fun. And you ever see the videos of octopus continuously escaping their tanks? Imagine if the octopi were vigilantes with weapons. Yeaah...
Crabtaur- Lazarus crabs? Lazarus crabs! And a curse to them all that they have to work around in their day to day lives.
Nudibranch- Sea Slugs? Indeed. And a lot of them poisonous and using the poisons in their work- along with messing with each other.
Mershark- Sharks! Includes Flashpoint-esque Thomas being a murder grandpa and past AlfredxMarthaxThomas, along with Bruce being less murderous
Kraken- Squids. Think giant merfolk but well, giant squids. Fantasy-esque AU with Gotham being the largest population of pirates & crime on the seas.
Sea Dragon- Sea serpents mixed with seahorses and a bit more. Includes the kids being bio-kids via blood ritual and a couple galas. Also some shapeshifting.
You know what would be hilarious.
Trans Batman accidentally convincing Gotham that the batclan are like clownfish.
This is helped along when Red Hood comes onto the scene and is later also revealed to be a batclan member.
ramblings about non-binary batman
to make the idea of batman as terrifying and as inhuman as possible, bruce comes up with the idea to disregard the concept of gender entirely. he rebrands to The Bat, & carefully constructs himself to be a creature of gender nonconformity rather than a ‘Man’, or being ‘Masculine’. he uses his influence over the press to anonymously encourage reporters to write about The Bat with ‘they, it’ and similar pronouns, to further emphasise the idea that The Bat is fear and justice incarnated; a concept rather than a physical being. it makes objective sense to him to separate himself from humanity as much as possible in order to truly complete his mission of becoming an idea rather than a person. it starts to feel strange when people refer to bruce wayne as a he. the two identities he lives by clash horrifically: bruce wayne, playboy, arrogantly sure of himself in masculinity and manliness. and The Bat, a thing no one can place real human binary to, with no true identity. bruce isn’t sure what this means for their personal preference. it doesn’t feel bad to be called he, since it’s the word people have referred to him as all his life. but the objectification of ‘it’ doesn’t seem to be objectifying, instead comforting, and ‘they’ is neutral enough to be comfortable in any way. neither The Bat nor bruce are really one for soul-searching and identity-finding. so bruce leaves it alone. it finds that it doesn’t mind venturing outside of the binary, in and out of costume. he sees himself as a figure of strength and fortitude to all, either as a public philanthropist or an indescribable cryptid of the night. bruce decides that maybe it’s time for them to be a tad less strict about identity and reputation, and so he contacts the papers and donates to as many non-corrupted trans charities as he can find, and tries to publicise his blasé attitude towards gender as much as he can. they figure that seeing two of gotham’s most famous figures not being the typical cisgendered male would help people personally, not just physically protected from crime.
Chiroptophobia: the Fear of Bats.
Bruce Wayne is Scared of Bats. This is a Canon Fact.
In a difference from canon, Batman pretends to actually BE a bat man.
(Again, “Loading and Aspect Ratio” by JUBE514 situation with fake wings. Please go read it I love it so much.)
Bruce turns himself into a physical manifestation of his personal worst nightmares, and sets out to be a street cryptid. People see him flinching from bright lights and loud noises (he hasn’t slept in three days and he really hates guns) twitching weirdly (testing his wings function/stimming) not fully understanding human social niceties (you cannot tell me this man isn't Autistic) and, duh, wings, and go ah yes this being is Inhuman.
However, people KNOW Brucie Wayne™ is petrified of bats. There was an incident at a party when one flew through a window, another at a zoo, there was this one time Manbat showed up and he practically teleported away. No one saw him for a whole month, even after Batman had captured Manbat. (He got injured in the fight.)
By extension, this means that Bruce Wayne is afraid of Batman. Just- absolutely terrified of him. No ones seen them in the same place. Ever. Bruce Wayne actually publicly refuses to even believe in the cryptid for YEARS past when he's already been proven to exist.
When the Justice League gets called in to protect Bruce and his smattering of children from some plot (batman conspicuously absent, despite Gotham being his territory) Bruce straight up tells the league that he doesn’t believe in Batman, and he feels much safer with “real heroes” rather than “a urban legend spawned from overdramatic furries and gang wars.”
The justice league is, obviously, confused.
Certified little shits Dick, Jason, and Tim, (because we’re going with JUBE514’s canon and jason doesn’t die they’re all brothers f off-)
ANYWAYS: Certified Little Shits Dick, Jason, and Tim, ready for chaos/solidifying secret identities: “Don’t worry! We believe in batman! We saw him!” :D
They then proceed to tell the justice league that Bruce HAS met Batman, but he has a phobia of bats, so when Batman saved them at a gala Bruce screamed so loud and shrill he threw off the bat-hearing and then punched batman in the face so hard he knocked him out cold, grabbed then-baby Jason and ran. (Nightwing and the second Robin had to HEROICALLY rescue a dazed Batman, Dick saw it with his own eyes!)
Bruce was so scared of the bat coming to take revenge that he jumped at every shadow for a whole month. Why, Jason, (who was younger then) had slept in Bruce's bed to keep him safe! (Dick is crooning about his cute little brother. Jason, who is hitting his growth spurt and not a little kid anymore, is infinitely embarrassed.) Right now, Brucie has settled into firmly denying Batman’s entire existence so that he can sleep soundly at night.
“Why is he so scared of bats?” The Justice League is wondering. Oh, they are so glad they asked!
“Alfred told us a story once,” Dick says, eyes wide and innocent as he prepares to lie through his fucking teeth, “that when Bruce was little, really little, he got trapped in a cave filled with bats, and his dad had to come rescue him. Apparently, Little Bruce had been crying about a massive bat, even bigger than he was, with glowing red eyes and human hands and (gasp) wait oh my goodness gracious what if that was the BATMAN :0”
“The baby batman.” Jadon adds.
“Batboy?” Tim wonders.
“Alfred, do you think Bruce met Batman when they were little?” Dick asks.
“I believe,” Alfred “the greatest enabler” Pennyworth hums, offering fresh baked scones to thier gleeful audience, “that Master Bruce referred to what he saw as ‘the bat king’ and reported seeing him outside his window several times over the years.”
“Maybe it really was him! Will you ask Batman for us?” Tim asks, already planning to hack the watchtower cameras and set up some popcorn with his brothers.
The Justice League, who have learned more about the Batman in one conversation than they have over MANY years of working together, tell the Wayne children that it will be their Genuine Pleasure to quiz batman on his interactions with BRUCIE WAYNE who has, apparently, laid batman out cold with one punch.
Alfred adds on that he personally thinks the Batman is being rather courteous to Master Bruce, as “bat king” sightings were after “difficult times” and he doesn’t come near the manor otherwise, as robin had been the one to return some stolen family heirlooms that one time they were stolen. He calls the batman and his robins “polite young gentlemen” and then leaves.
But now the gears are turning in the justice leagues heads. Batman? Courteous? Polite? Batman is not Courteous or Polite. Not unless something else is going on.
Now. From their point of view. Batman lives in the cave systems under the richest houses in Gotham, Phantom of the Opera style, hiding his meta form (because this batman is playing cryptid really well. Maybe he was a mutant baby of some Rich Gothamites, who threw him into the caves in shame!) He’s been watching Bruce Wayne, likely as he struggled with the highly reported on demise of his parents, seeing the effects that crime had on the boy that fell into his cave all those years ago. Batman has always been so protective of children, so hateful of guns, obviously the Wayne tragedy is part of what motivates him. He loves Gotham dearly, territorial of it to the point of keeping other heroes out, and yet he breaks that rule here, for Gotham's prince, solely for Bruce’s comfort.
Bruce, another person who obviously loves the city of Gotham just as much, putting millions into charity and relief efforts. Who is clearly very protective of his children, even if he usually has no spine, to the point of attacking his greatest fear to keep then safe, and good enough to land a hit, even. (Bruce Wayne is also considerably attractive.)
Its all so clear to the Justice League: Batman is madly in love with Bruce Wayne. Has been for years. To the point of watching him sleep, on occasion. How very tragic! Batman, in love with someone he can never be with! Not only would it paint a massive target on Bruce’s back if they ever did get together- there’s no questioning what Gotham villains would do if they discovered this, (and denying himself love out of an attempt to keep others safe is EXACTLY the kind of self-sacrificing nonsense Batman would pull) But Batman can’t even truly see the man he’s in love with without Brucie running screaming! Well, the poor guy… how sad…
This conclusion can be supported by the following evidence-
Batman’s first appearance being right after Bruce Wayne returned to Gotham. Was the bat following him to protect him in those missing years? Or maybe he decided to clean up the city now that his beloved had returned?
Batman always being seen near where Bruce is. He’s never once been at the watchtower when Bruce has a public appearance- he must be watching over him, a silent guardian in case someone gets it in their head to kidnap Gotham’s Prince.
Batman insisting that Bruce is innocent in a corporate scheme, despite evidence to the contrary. (Hes right in the end, of course, but they’ve never seen him ignore evidence so clear.)
Batman casually referencing Wayne Tech/Foundation inner workings- he keeps an eye on them, of course. (If he can’t be close to the object of his affections, the league reasons, of course he’d make sure that Bruce’s company and projects are on the right track)
Nightwing, when asked, confirms the Bruce Punching Batman story. He says “honestly I think B was impressed! Caught him off guard!” (Since when does Batman lower his guard? Only when he’d be… distracted, perhaps…)
Superman saves Bruce, who thanks him with a kiss on the cheek. Later, justice league was teasing Clark, batman huffs and leaves the room. He’s CLEARLY jealous! Superman feels just awful!
Batman inexplicably knowing social dances/high society manners- he must have learned by watching (stalking) bruce! He can navigate high profile talk if he wants to, he just doesn’t want to most of the time. but if the situation calls for it he can talk like the Richest of Pricks in a way that only comes with observation.
Batman bristling when some of the league members start making Comments on Brucie Wayne’s Physical Attributes. (Jealousy? Defensiveness? Perhaps… embarrassment at GL’s detailed explanation on what he’d do with a chance in bed with Brucie.)
Batman absolutely freezing up when confronted with any of the above evidence. (He’s trying SO HARD not to laugh/go tell his kids)
Dick/Jason being big enough to wear the Bat-wings rather than thier own and be convincing- they save Bruce, though the man passes out (from fear? Blood loss from an injury? Perhaps- he is faking) and Dick/Jason, either out of genuine concern for their dad or general “how can i stir the pot” chaos, gently strokes his hair away from his face in an act of compassion that the cameras just so happen to catch. (There’s a few tears shed in the justice league- poor batman! He can’t be with his love!)
The robins (in both identities) telling the justice league that they've seen batman watching him.
“oh yeah he does background checks on aaaaaall bruces conquests. Had a conniption when brucie found a mafia boss that one time.”
“And when he found out Bruce and Two-face had a fling!”
(The league notes that often, if a criminal gets too close to Brucie, they’re put away not long after. B is usually collecting evidence. But it looks like angry Batman wanted them to get the hell away from his mans.)
The Justice League is swooning over this tragic, forbidden love story. Batman is a little creepy but hey. He apparently grew up in a cave system. Its a wonder he's as well adjusted as he is. Batman has their sympathy, he seems less unflappable/untouchable, they’re a little more understanding with him now. Superman is all too happy to be a rebound, if needed. There are magic users offering glamour spells. Hal is making exposure therapy innuendos.
The robins can’t believe how lucky they got. They’re def grounded but B can’t be too mad bc his secret identity is FUKIN SET.
Alfred is rather proud of Batman's new nickname in the league being “the bat king” and keeps sending batman along with cookies. The league thinks Batman is checking up on bruce with his butler. Its a mess.
Eventually, Batman loses a bet to one of his kids. Committing to the Bit with an exasperated sigh (he’s definitely not having fun, shut up jason.)
He admits to his crush.
*cracks knuckles*
So you know those fics/ideas where the batfam pretends to be winged cryptids (“loading and aspect ratio” by JUBE514 is beautiful, as is the series “f’ing demon bats” by KingJai) completly inhuman, entirely different, unknown species?
People start trying to like, study/classify them, along with other metas and species that are emerging. At first, they think the bats and the birds are different species, deciding to co-habitate, because- duh. Bats are mammals. Birds are birds. But then, why do they all have the same whistle chitter language? The same claws, fangs, cape-like base to thier wings? All the babies call Batman dad, what if its really a bloodline family? But if thats the case, then why are they so different?
The answer lies in the batgirls.
The bat… GIRLS.
Black bat, batgirl (all 3 of them), batwoman, all are female. The robins, nightwing, red hood, are all male.
The feathered members of the family are SHOWIER. They’re stealthy, sure, but they’re dramatic, using their brighter colors and their words to draw attention to themselves. Even red robin, the drabbest and most silent of the bunch, will get into loud debates with riddler and such. Clearly, these are displays to attract a mate. Just look at nightwing.
The leather-winged members, in the other hand, are quieter, talking less often, sticking more to the shadows and silent+violent takedowns. Black Bat almost never speaks. Oracle is never even seen. Spoiler is louder and more brightly colored, but who is Gotham to enforce gender roles onto their cryptid? They’re noticing trends.
But then… where does batman fit into this? His coloration is the closest to black bat. His fighting style fits in the shadows, not as flashy as other males of his species, so what gives? Is this theory just a theory?
No, of course not. The answer is obvious. Batman is trans.
Trans Cryptid Batman.
Idk how Duke fits into this give him a bird theme or smth.
BONUS POINTS if Alfred (grandpa gotham cryptid) is “revealed” to have lovely white feathered wings. Its meant to be a play on how he’s an angel looking out for them (an angel for putting up with them) but it kickstarts the whole thing.
(EDIT: more bonus points if Bruce is either A:actually trans or B: Bryce trying to avoid sexism, and cannot for their AFAB life figure out how they got clocked as biologically female)
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!)
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Ghost!Bruce: Chapter two, heat.
Ghost!Bruce: Chapter Three, touch.
Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter two, heat.
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Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter one, heart.
Bruce rushed to join the fight, dodging a flying piece of rubble and jumping onto a car. He had to be more careful then normal. Not because he could die- nope! Way past that train. But because getting hurt and not feeling it would mean he was basically instantly outed to everyone. Because Barry would panic and blurt it out.
Clark saw Bruce and noted him being more careful, but the other saw it as a good thing. That Bruce was finally taking his insistence on caring for himself to heart and being careful during the fights.
By the time, the battle was over everyone was tired, some taking a seat and others just straight away leaving. Clark went over to Barry and Bruce, Barry speeding away when he saw Clark, a nervous expression on his face. Clark saw Bruce looked fine actually, not tired at all. He was confused about that.
“Bruce?”
Bruce looked over to Clark, blinking through the new lenses in his suit and nodding. “Yes, Clark?”
“Why do you look less tired than everyone else?” Clark asked. “You look fine.”
Bruce cursed internally. He had not thought of that, he had slipped up. And he swore at himself for it. “Uh- you know.” Bruce said, fiddling with a clasp on his belt. “I’ve been taking it easy, like you said. Guess I’m really just taking things you say to heart today, huh?”
Clark, being himself, was just ecstatic his boyfriend was looking after himself. He pulled Bruce closer in for a hug, chin bumping against Bruce’s before he yanked back, staring at the other.
Hr was so cold.
“Bruce? Your freezing, are you ok?”
“What?” Bruce asked, going ridged. He hadn’t planned about this. Hadn’t thought this through enough yet. “Oh, it’s nothing, I’ve just been out for a while Clark,”
“I’ll take you home and warm you up, God knows you need it. And when you take off your suit, I can hear your heartbeat, and it will all be good again, ok?”
Bruce winced, cursing himself internally for what he was about to do. He loved Clark all too much, and knew Clark loved him too. But his perfectly sculpted lie was crumbling down around him, and he needed an excuse to not let Clark near him. Not until he figured out how to tell him at least.
“Actually Clark! Uh- Barry and I needed to do something really fast, he was going to take me home after we did something at his, isn’t that right Barry?” Bruce asked, turning and gesturing silently at Clark to Barry with his eyes.
Barry seemed to get the message, as he hurried over and nodded. “Yep, sorry Clark. Just got to steal your man for a bit. Sorry! But the case calls.”
“Mhm, I’ll call you when I get home, love you, bye.” Bruce said quickly as Barry grabbed him and sped off.
Bruce didn’t get to see Clark’s expression.
As the two ran off Clark stood there, a ‘bye’ on his lips and a thump in his stomach at being shot down. He sighed, rubbing his head and watching the other two wistfully. He didn’t want to pry into his boyfriend’s life, but he hadn’t seen Bruce in a long while. And he has just spoken to him again! And now he wasn’t. it sucked. But Clark sucked it up and took off back to his apartment. He’d get to call Bruce later. He guessed.
As soon as Barry knew him and Bruce were out of earshot, he set the other down with a frown, looking like Bruce plopped himself down onto the floor. Barry sat himself next to the other, giving his back a small pat as he thought.
“You know you’re going to have to tell him soon, right?” he asked Bruce, who seemed to be extremely interested in blades of grass right now. “I guess.” Bruce mutter, lifting his head to meet the others gaze. “But how am I supposed to tell him that? He’d be heartbroken. I can’t live with that Barry, I love him too much. He’s the nicest person you ever meet, what would you do?”
“Tell him the truth?” Barry tried, a wince forming at how that sounded coming out. Much worse than he intended, Bruce shot him a scathing glare.
“You, would you? You have no idea what this is like?”
“I mean,” Barry started, not wanting to provoke Bruce bur not wanting to be wrong. “I have died before-“
“But you were revived! I’m constantly half dead and mostly dying and you can revive me because then the magic would tear me apart and my atoms would lose their bonds with one another. Id cease to exist! God fucking dammit Barry.”
Barry paused, unused to the hostile outbreak of the normally cool and collected bat. He, very sacredly, pat Bruce shoulder. Like you would a stray cat.
Bruce just slumped back and lay against the wet grass, staring at the sun that used to burn his eyes. Barry watched him and made a face. “You’re lying in wet grass and staring at the sun.”
“And?”
“Well wet grass is unpleasant. And doesn’t staring at the sun hurt?”
“Barley anything hurts now.”
“well- ok, but could you stop?”
“Oh, I am so sorry, am I, the dead person, making you uncomfortable? Please.”
Bruce noticed Barry’s uncomfortable look and sighed, pushing himself up. “sorry, that was uncalled for. I’m just a little pissy- who wouldn’t be? I died less than a month ago. And now I have a family I have to tell, a boyfriend who’s going to have to have his heart broken, and I’m still figuring this out. Dick was using Constentine’s help with a case, he saw me, and we both just stared at each other for about two minutes. He didn’t say anything, but that’s one more person who knows, who doesn’t need to know. And none who do need to know are any closer to knowing. This really sucks!”
“Yeah.” Barry sighed, pulling Bruce into a side hug as he looked over Gotham. He almost snickered when a thought came to mind, looking down at Bruce.
“Ok, before I take you home can I ask you something?”
“Uh- I mean sure I guess.” Bruce shrugged. “if Clark’s dating you, and your dead, does that mean he a necro-“
“Die. Just die Barry.”
(Hello! Its me and I’m back with another chapter! Two in two days, wow, crazy right! Ok, just saying I edit grammar and spelling and try really hard on it, and whenever I post any fic, I make sure its atlas above 1,000 words just to make sure it’s a good read. Thank you for reading! If you want to be added to the tag list above just say in comments, id really appreciate if you told me things you like in comments, constructive criticism is always appreciated, and I hope you enjoy this instalment! Bow, the first one is linked at the top!)
Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter one, heart.
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Now, Clark didn’t obsessively keep an ear on Bruce’s heartbeat, even if it was in his nature. But when he knew Bruce was in the area, he’d check it every time, without fail. What could he say? He loved that man. so, when he called for the league in a battle, and he didn’t hear Bruce’s heartbeat when he turned up, he almost had a full-on heart attack.
When he turned to look at Bruce and didn’t see him instantly, he panicked. Doing a 360, he saw no Bruce, before he homed in on a figure. It definitely had the same stature as Bruce, just… in a new suit? Huh. Bruce barely ever changed his suit- especially not to something like… like it looked there, less heavy, almost like he didn’t have to worry about being injured now. It didn’t have Kevlar or body armour; it was superhero clothes with awesome branding. Sure, he was Batman, and it was probably something, but it didn’t feel like that. It felt stupidly vulnerable.
He landed next to Bruce, who was conversing with barry, and pulled him aside, ignoring the explosion in the background.
“Are you ok?” Clark asked him, looking at his boyfriend with obvious concern.
“Of Couse I am, why?” Bruce responded, no hesitation at all. That was good, right?
Clark put his hand over Bruce’s chest, eyebrows furrowing and looking at the other with genuine concern.
“I can’t hear your heartbeat. Why can’t I hear your heartbeat Br- batman?” Clark caught himself with the name before it spilled. He expected Bruce to lecture him on that but that wasn’t nearly Bruce’s biggest concern at the moment.
Bruce stiffened, bitting his cheek and cursing internally. Flash had a similar reaction, but it went unnoticed as Bruce went to think of something on the spot. “new suit.” He settled on finally. “Made of a new material. You can’t hear through it.”
Clark would’ve thought it impossible, but he knew to trust Bruce on these things. Instead, he nodded and flew back up, grabbing a piece of shrapnel thrown and throwing it right back.
Barry looked at Bruce, with a wince seeing the expression on the others face. Barry knew. He had been there at the accident when it took place, having had called Bruce to help him with a villain. He could’ve called anyone else, but Bruce was like the league guy. Whenever there was a problem, he was called. Barry really wished he called Clark now.
It had been a terrible accident. They were infiltrating a new lab Barrys villain set up, before realising this was much bigger. This particular lab was being used to combine magic with science, not by letting it coexist. But by merging those partials with literal magic they drained from an artefact. Dark magic actually. And it was dangerously unstable.
Bruce had told barry to hold a button down, and barry did! Bur god he wished he could’ve held it for longer. Bruce had gone out and grappled to the top of the ceiling to get to the main access Pannel above the super collider, but barry had seen the villain. And barry had had to doge for his own safety, but that button was keeping it from dissolving everything. And when barry dodged he let go of the button. A particular stray beam hit the grapple, and Bruce fell into the midst of the beam, dead on impact.
But that magic had needed a host.
So, the science aspect created a new body.
Well, not a new body. Just this one. Bruces body atoms regenerated every few seconds, just making themselves new. It didn’t need to pump its own blood anymore, or breath. Because it just created the atoms he had rushing when he died back, even if he breathed on instinct. If Bruce’s body wasn’t peak physical condition before, it was now. But it wasn’t a body Bruce wanted.
When barry had checked Bruce’s pulse and found none, he assumed he killed the batman, panicking and ripping off the mask, desperate to see if he could save his friend. When Bruce’s eyes immediately went wide open, he nearly had a heart attack, eyes still over the pulse but getting none. He was wondering if it was muscle spasms before Bruce rubbed his head sitting up and asking what happened.
It did not take long for the two to figure out what happened, and it was an awful realisation. Everything felt so much duller to Bruce, not in the mental sense of course. But when he touched things, it was like they were muffled, everything tasted like nothing and he was never really warm unless someone else or something was providing him warmth, his body not really doing that itself anymore.
It of course made Bruce a better batman, but he didn’t want It at the cost of his humanity. He didn’t wear body armour because he couldn’t get hurt. He changed his suit because without wearing the perforce for the core, a small gem barry had helped him poke a hole through and put on a chain, the power he was given from the fusion would go haywire, and he didn’t want that power. He was batman. Not someone who relied on their powers.
A piece of shrapnel came towards the two and barry stepped out of the way and it cut Bruce’s arm off. Who sighed and counted to ten as a black Smokey, shadowy substance engulfed the place where his arm used to be, and pulled away to show a new, exact copy of his limb. Bruce sighed, barry made a face.
“Still disgusting that happens man.” Barry said, holding his arms up.
Bruce crossed his over his chest and glared at the other.
“Thanks, I’m so sorry my death has disgusted you. Maybe you should have a go at it sometime? Because now I have to slowly break the news, I’m dead to the best person I know and somehow keep it from my family, so they don’t either freak out, or morn. I’m still here! Just different. Ok?”
“Your much more emotional than you used to be.”
“of course I am! I’m dead! Your dead lucky Clark doesn’t use his hearing during fights.”
“Heh. Dead lucky.”
“Grow up.”
As barry ran off to go help the fight, Bruce paused before looking at the team. He was more like them now then before, weirdly powerful. But he didn’t want it.
He never asked to die, and he really didn’t want to tell the person he loved he was like this. But hey if there was one part Bruce liked? He travelled between the dead and the living. He got to see people he long lost, no one that far back yet, but they were further away then those who recently passed. And this way? Being basically immortal? Him and Clark could live forever.
(Authors note, I like to think that since the Kryptonian planet is so far away from the sun in this universe, that people just live longer. One Kryptonian year is fifteen human ones, because they revolve less around the sun, and their life span equates to 150 years so time that by fifteen. I know it’s ridiculous, but I want my babies to live forever. And it's my story, screw people who don’t accept the immersion. And since Bruce can travel in between Plaines he’ll still be seeing Clark when he passed, and his great-great-great grandchildren.)
(Also, this is just part one. I'll be tagging the same people in part two, if you want to be tagged for the next part tell me, and i hope you enjoyed!)
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I finally found it!
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Warnings:
Death
Flashing lights
Backround Information:
Thomas and Martha Wayne were murdered June 29th; their son Bruce, 8 years old at the time was never seen again. This was only the beginning of the strange disappearances of orphaned children in Gotham city.
More info (I suggest reading it):
The Video:
Part 2:
Part 3:
Come Little Children Version B: (this one is darker)
Bonus Fun video: