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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.

I had an idea:

what if Bruce could’ve saved Jason.

I was watching arcane and jinx was nearly brought back from death with shimmer or smth.

what if Bruce had like, had that happen when he was a teen, au thingys, but when he held a dying Jason in his arms he got out the shimmer but decided, like him, death would be better then subkecting him to that.

but Jason finds footage of Smyth of Batman bringing out an unknown needle of Smyth over his dying body once he’s back to life, and Jason thinks Batman chose not to save him instead.

developing the hate, because Bruce made the decision not to inflic that trauma for a low chance of survival. But Jason didn’t know what it was, he saw it as Bruce chosing if he was worth saving or not.

and he thinks Bruce chose that he wasn’t worth saving.

if it’s an au people think about I can do it?

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ok, so when I have a scene where the jl has to do things to escape, I had a thought.

you know how people keep nerfing Barry Allen’s powers because they can’t figure out a way to deal with speedsters?

would anyone hate me if I used his trap as Oobleck.

like, I think that could work. The faster you go the harder it gets, and if you stop you sink? I could put him shoulder height in oobleck. Just an idea, let me know if you’d accept that down below. Because I don’t want to make ridiculous drawbacks just to handle him as a charecter.

if your insured in the first installment of the fic, it’s linked here.

and if you want to be tagged for the next just seeing this post, ask down below. And I’ll keep the people who are tagged, tagged.

here you go, sorry it took so long. But here’s another job-batfam. We get a look at Jon and his mental state in this one.

part two:

please comment what you think!

(Jon is 17.)

(Damian is 17.)

This is my au, if you wanna know more I can start posting on my blog. It’s just for fun, we have stoner Jon and Bruce, who isn’t as preachy with Jon as he is with his kids. Enjoy.

“Wipe that smile off your face Jon I know what you did.”

Jon whipped around, facing Bruce. He had been raised in Gotham for the past few years because Clark wanted him to have real world experience…. Yeah. And now we’re here.

“Ok, first of all bad energy. Second, happiness is a mental condition you sorely need asshole. Third, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Bruce glowers.

“You know exactly what I’m taking about.”

“Sir, with all due respect. I am a model student with a vague backstory like most of the people on the lower rungs of Gotham’s popularity poles.”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at gone through his eyelashes.

“I know about the weed business.”

Jon’s eyes widen before he schooled himself.

“Rumour?”

“4K.”

“Dammit!”

Bruce glared.

“You really thought you could deal in my city-“ He started, before Jon cut him off.

“I’m very much repenting Mr Wayne-“

“And not cut me in?”

Jon jolted out of whatever he was about to say, his head snapping in Bruce’s direction.

“…..oh. Wow.” He said, pausing and looking away for a second before looking back to Bruce.

“Is this entrapment?”

Bruce ignored his question and started again.

“You know there is only one woman I’ve ever loved?”

“My dad?”

“No- Clark? Fucking idiot.” He punched his brow. “I’m taking about Mary Jane.”

“Is that Mrs Kyle’s first name?” Jon asked, knowing the two were friend and it’d rule Bruce up.

Selina, who was raiding the fridge after breaking in, turned and said.

“It is now!”

“No!” Bruce yelled back, getting thoroughly annoyed.

“I’m talking about dank, Jonathan. Reefer.”

“Are we still talking about the same drug?”

“Ok here’s the score, you little dumbass. You work for me now.” Bruce said, rolling his eyes.

“For you?”

“I’ve been running the grass business up here for a while now, you think it’s easy running after you little super saiyan Rugrats? Gordon’s up to his head in gummies.”

Jon blinked at him, before responding.

“I am really struggling to wrap my head around this Mr B.”

Bruce scoffed. “Just look at my eyes Jonathan. you think I take Vaisene for fun?”

“No, there red because your up all the time.” 

Jonathan respinded, before comming to the sudden realisation.

Bruce nodded his head pointedly, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh my god, really?”

“They’re playing checkers Jonathan, you gotta play chess.”

Jon stared at the older man, who Clark trusted him with for three years. 

“Jesus.”

“I’m thinking an 80-20 split.” Bruce said, turning from Jon.

“You sell to Damian and they’ll never find your body.”

“Yeah that tracks.”

Mer au JL:

(Btw they haven’t met Bruce yet, Superbat centric.)

Open to any suggestions about others but have only planned Bruce and Clark’s species.

Bruce: Flashlight fish mer. Google those fish, their cuties.

Clark: Humphead Maori Wrasse Mer. Ok. I know the fish is ugly, but it’s large, a reef fish, its colours are beautiful, and the tail type is what I’m looking for. If you goggle it, I pray for your very soul. Don’t focus on its head to hard.

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“Clark, you’re going to miss the meeting.” Arthur said, sighing in exasperation and looking to the other Mer, who didn’t seem to care at the moment.

Clark sighed, looking over his shoulder as he kept his body facing the reef.

“Ok, I get it. But I’ll be there! I just need to check this out first, we’ve had no idea what this is, but someone’s spotted the black thing, can I At least scout it out? Kay, thanks, bye Arthur!”

Clark finished, not letting Arthur start and darted down into the brush anyway.

“Clark! Come back- Jesus.” Arthur mutters, going on about something like ‘arrogant prick’ before going off to Atlantis to take care of himself before the meeting.

Clark swam through the reef, looking to the pad on which the location of the last sighting of the entity was found. 

A few weeks ago, they had started getting reports of a big entity swimming around the reef, long, but people have only reported glimpses of black scales with an iridescent purple and blue sheen.

But every time they came to check it out the thing had just disappeared. But Clark got this notification less than an hour ago, he had time to explore.

And he’d been looking for this for a very long time.

He got to the sight of the reef and begin to scout out the area. It was in the darker parts of the reef, close to where the trenches were. Arthur had said that going down there was basically suicide, and that’s why most mer’s steered away from it.

 He smelt the faint scent of blood in the water and followed it, till he saw that flash of black with the small purple shimmer the water reflected around it. Clark stiffens and takes a breath, before slowly and silently inching out from behind the coral to see what it was. He didn’t expect it to be another Mer.

Most mer’s didn’t have dark scales. Well, reef mer’s. It normally went darker scales the deeper they went. But Clark had never seen black scales before. A soft breath left his mouth in the sound of a ‘hah.’

The other Mer clearly heard him and whipped around, blue eyes focusing on blue.  The other had short black hair and pale skin, blood on his chin from his meal. A whole ass shark lay behind him, Clark chuckled nervously.

“Uh- you’ve got a little, something, on your chin right there?”

The other instantly spooked and took off, fleeing at speeds Clark hadn’t seen in a long time, with deliberation that was a little startling. Clark gave chase, weaving through the colourful coral blurring as the two passed.

“Stop running!” Clark shouted, trying to reach him. 

The other Mer dipped under a pice of coral and speeding to the other side of it. It was a small opening Clark definitely couldn’t for through, he swam above it and looked from above, trying to find the exit to the crevice in which the other went through.

 He saw the other start to emerge and waited till he was put to swim down and pin him to the reef bed. 

The other was very startled when he felt the grab, and threw his body weight back against Clark, turning and managing to throw him half off. Clark grabbed him in a sort of headlock and the other wrapped his tail around Clark, the appendage trapping Clark as the other Mer threw him, then grabbing his neck with a gasp.

Clark rolled over and back to his bearings, looking at the Mer in front of him. He tried to put his hand up in a sort of placation, attempting to calm the other.

“Hey, hey. I’m not going to hurt you; I’m just here to- “

What was he here to do really. It was mostly his job to now take this one somewhere and find out his agenda. If he had one. It really didn’t matter what he said, actually. It was quite clear the other had no idea what he was saying.

“Wait- what’s your name?” Clark asked the other, swimming closer. The other met tried to back up, but his back hit the coral, and he just stared fowrd at Clark. The other mer attempted to scare Clark off him by flashing his scales, in a sort of warning. Clark was entranced on the other hand. He had never seen a Mer do anything like that before, and it fascinated him.

“Woah, how did you do that?” He asked, swimming closer and reaching for the others fin mindlessly. In which he then got slapped across the face by his tail fin. Clark paused, then looked at him sheepishly.

“Probably deserved that, huh?”

Clark hummed, then gently grabbed a lionfish out of the reef. He had interrupted the others meal, and they were an invasive species here anyways. He wasn’t sure if the other would go for it, but when he stretched his hand out in offering it was very hesitantly grabbed the fish as teeth sharper then Clark had seen in a long time tore through the fishes’ scales.

And he couldn’t help but be morbidly fascinated.

“You have no clue what I’m saying, huh?” he mumbled, going to sit next to the eating Mer but got a glare. He inched away till the glares topped. He ended up sitting a good three feet away.

“I’m going to call you Bruce. You can’t understand me either way, I’m Clark.”

Bruce looked up at him, black hair floating slightly around his head like a dark ink crown, contrasting so very much with his pale skin. Eyes bluer than the water itself met Clarks as he tilted his head, pearly black scales glinting as he flicked his tail in mild intrigue.

Clark seemed quite pleased when Bruce’s gaze fell on him in the least hostile way it had in a while. He nodded, pointing to himself.

“Mhm. I’m Clark.” He said, grinning, he pointed to Bruce, who twitched as his face scrunched up slightly. “and I’m calling you Bruce till you figure out how to communicate your real name to me.”

Bruce decided to ignore him for the moment, teeth ripping back into the fish’s flesh as he ate, ever really keeping one eye off Clark. When the meat had been stripped off its bones he paused, then looked to Clark as if offended. He stared at the other, as if expecting something.

Clark, upon realising he was probably still hungry, smiled and went to grab another fish, seemingly unbothered by the nonverbal order he was given. He yanked it out of a hole in the coral and swam up to Bruce, offering out his hand for him to grab it again. Bruce snatched it without hesitation this time, teeth sinking back into the food. After a while of snacking, he looked at Clark, and when Bruce saw it was getting dark, he slinked away before Clark could catch him, into the darkness. The only thing he saw was the outline of the body that belonged to Bruce stop, and flash. As if a belligerent thanks. And Clark didn’t give chase. He had a feeling he’d be seeing the strange Mer again very soon.

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Holy fucking shit he missed the meeting-

thanks for the read! next part is out, heres the link:

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 finds the family. Bruce needs a nap.

so has anyone seen that tiktok of two odysseus/hamilton cosplayers outside in the hurricane. because i have

EPIC: the musical x JayVik

ok, this is my first attempt of an iteration so, please, give me feedback.

Odysseus: Jayce

Penelope: Viktor

Telemachus: ???

Anticlea: Ximena

Argos: ???

Athena: Mel? 

(Not sure about that one, feedback needed. If so then I could go god games like, mages. I could do LeBlanc as Zeus and if there’s other confirmed mages make them gods, if not then ask for peoples OC’s that fit the role.)

Zeus: LeBlanc (see above)

Astyanax: ??? 

(Also, any ideas for me to fill in the names for -the horse and the infant- will be taken.)

That’s all I have so far, please let me know about any ideas or any characters, I’m -suffering- trying to do this myself.

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Need that happiness.

Happiness Will Come To You.