*mwah* lol
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.”
We should be fine as long as we do not reblog bread.
Doot Doot
what-
their fate is up to you now 🫣🫵
Part three: stinging Jason todd
Part two of Jonathan and the Wayne’s!
Dick rushed into the room, slamming open the door and startling a Jon who was about to try fix his fan. Hon knew there was no superpowers in the house so he had gotten a ladder and was holding rope attached to said ladder to steady himself.
When dick burst in he promptly fell off the ladder hitting his head on the bed. Probably damaging the bed more than he did himself.
“Ah- you idiot, what is it dickhead?”
Dick, who still looked panicked, flung out his hand and held Jon’s shoulder.
“No jonathan! Don’t do it!”
Jon paused, mind blanking.
“Ok.” He said, tilting his head.
“Do what?”
“I got your text message!” Dick gasped out, trying to catch his breath.
“ ‘thanks for everything?!?!’ “
“Yes.” Jon said, not getting the point.
“I just felt like thanking you. For, well, everything.” He shrugged.
“Wait so you’re good?” Dick paused.
“Yes, why?”
“Well I might have misinterpreted your actions-“ dick started before Tim burst in.
“Take him down, semper fi!”
“Agh-“
Dick clasped his hands in his lap and looked to the sideways nervously.
“And told the family group chat .”
“Live Jonathan!” Tim yelled, doing some real shitty cpr onto the hybrids chest.
“Live! Jonathan, you are loved!”
“Why does ‘love’ feel like fucking kryptonite?” Jon said, voice warbling as he was thrust back and forth.
Dick grabbed his shoulders pulling Tim back.
“No, timcicle, it’s fine, he’s good.” Dick sighed, as Tim got off a heaving Jon who rolled to his side and onto his arms. Pushing himself up.
Tim, looked over at dick, offended. Then back to Jonathan.
“You mean I touched him for nothing? Give me five dollars.”
Jon paused, an annoyed expression flitting his face before he handed it over.
“Here.”
Tim grabbed it, despite being stinking rich clutching it like it was a comfort.
“Capitalism had softened the blow.”
Stephanie burst in next, holding some of Alfred’s cookies, looking genuinely worried. Shoving the other two men past she thrust the jar in Jonathan’s face.
“Here, comfort foods! Your ok!”
“Wha- so many baked goods?” Jon said, tilting his head.
Cassandra who was standing at the door yelled.
“It’s not working! Somebody ruin his dad’s day! The petty revenge will make him feel better!”
“No guys, it’s ok!” Dick yelled, looking around.
“No it’s not, dick!” Stephanie gasped, looking at Jon.
“lol at him! He looks terrible!”
“But this is not of my better days?” Jon whispers to himself.
Damian walked into the room, already talking before surveying the carnage.
“Jonathan, I have revived a disturbing text message so I am willing to let you-“ he said before stoping and seeing his siblings.
“We’ll come back to this later.” Damian said abruptly thinking of something else he could do instead of his planned thought.
Jonathan looked at Damian, trying o adjust his yellow beanie.
“I’m confused on what’s happening- ow! Why’d you slap me?” He asked, looking up at Damian.
Damian was gonna offer him a hug, but his siblings were here. So no affection must be showed.
“Because you tried to hurt me cr- friend.”
“What? But I’m your friend- I’m your friend?”
Jon said the last part looking at Damian with hopeful eyes.
“It was a false alarm Damian.”
“Oh.” Damian turned back to Jon.
“Go fuck your self then, never mind.”
He said, about to walk out.
“Ignore that.” Dick said, shooting Damian a look. “We’re happy you’re ok Jonathan.”
“Thanks but,” Jon started, looking up.
“Am I really so fragile that you think even the slightest provocation will send me hurtling into taking my own life?”
“Considering the circumstances of how you came to live with us, yes.”
Jon paused, then frowned.
“Oh.” He said softly, then Damian yanked his beanie down.
“Hey!”
“That’s for making my friend sad!”
“This cycle is vicious!”
part one: Jon the weed dealer.
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