Part Four Of Jon And The Wayne’s: Poker Night.

Dick Grayson: Everything the night touches….but what about that sunny place?

Bruce Wayne: Metropolis is beyond our borders. You must never go there, Dick.

their fate is up to you now 🫣🫵

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Batman

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Red hood  

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Red robin

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Damian Wayne 

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Duke Thomas

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Stephanie brown

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Cassandra 

Cassandra Cain as Batgirl - Amigurumi - Etsy Australia

Barbra Gordon 

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Alfred 

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Two lions cannot dwell in the same cave ( Patrochilles & Odydio )

First time I ever share my Patrochilles, these two duo are kinda similar (except one pair both die tragically)

🦀 time for crab 🦀

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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.

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.

Anti anxiety.

SuperBat Mer au: Part five, Bruce is gone. Clark has to find a pup, and Jason gets netted.

People tagged:

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Parts of story before this:

Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.

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 meets the family. Bruce needs a nap.

More Mer types for you all!

Tim: Bluecheek Butterflyfish

(I think this one really suits him, and their known to follow people and groups! You know, like Tim’s habit? Ok, sorry.)

Damian: green cichlids

(Their verry aggressive fish, with a strange beauty that match their colour. And even though they cause harm they can be happy in the right environment. Wink, wink.)

Enjoy the story!

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Clark expected a normal day when he woke up. Maybe go to see Bruce, maybe not. He wasn’t really sure what the day was bringing. Until dick slammed open the door of the justice League meeting room with two pups in tow, looking for Clark and ignoring the protests of who was supposed to be on guard duty that day.

“Clark! I need your help!” dick practically shouted, ducking under the guards grabbing hands once more and pulled the other two to Clark’s seat, ducking behind it defensively from the guard.

Diana waved the guard off before staring at Clark, with a look that clearly said he had some explaining to do. Dick was still panting and halfway to tears and Clark, actually decided to ignore Diana. This was so much more important.

“What’s happened?” Clark asked, crouching down and taking dicks hand in his own. “Where’s your dad?”

“I don’t know!” dick sobbed, rubbing his eyes and staring at Clark. “We were playing in the shallows, and I know dad said don’t go there alone, but he found us, right? But- but then there were boats- and Jason was a bit too far away from us so he was in prime spot for when they could get him- and dad went to save Jason, but they got him two- and now I have Tim and Damian, I didn’t know who else to go to! And now there on a boat, and-“

Clark shushed him, putting his hand on the back of dicks neck comfortingly and trying not to panic internally. It was a bit scrambled what dick said, but what the gist of it was, was that Jason was taken by humans, and trying to save him Bruce was Aswell. Which was not good in any way.

“Clark? What’s going-“ Diana started but was cut off from an actual glare from the other.

“I have to go.” Clark said, standing.

“Clark no,” Aurthur started. Whatever’s happening it can wait; we’ve got a meeting-“

“With all due respect Aurthur, I couldn’t care less. Now, you listen to me. This is Dick, Tim, and Damian. These are my children. You will all take care of them no questions asked. You don’t get to know what I’m doing, but that’s more important. Mt family will always be more important. So shut up, take care of my kids, and ill be back when I’m back. Ok?”

No one spoke. Clark had never been so firm. Or terrifying. No one knew what exactly to say. When Clark saw he was acknowledged he kneeled back down to dick.

“These people you can trust, ok? I’m going to get your dad and brother. Stay together, you’re such a brave kid, ok? You always come to me. Ill be back in no-“

“I think I like being your kid Clark.”

At dicks words Clark wanted to melt into a pile of mush and happiness. But he didn’t have time, so he pressed a soft kiss onto dicks forehead. “I like being your dad.” He muttered before nodding and speeding out of the league building, leaving the others a batch of overwhelmed, and very stubborn kids.

Clark swam through the water like a bat out of hell, desperately weaving through as he searched for any sign of human activity, ears straining to hear anything at all. He went up to the shallows before examining the area thoroughly before finding some shrapnel, seems Bruce put up a strong fight. Good man. And he pulled it closer to himself. He couldn’t read the language, but it was some Asian language, which meant they were going back into the ocean to get back to their home.

Which meant he still had time to find Bruce.

He ignored the cold that seemed into his bones as he left the reef, and the twilight zone. Swimming further into the ocean then he’s ever swum as he went to go fins his Bruce and Jason. Part of his family. He couldn’t just leave them behind. This time? There was no room for error allowed.

Clark was starting to panic when he got a whiff of something in the water. Blood, Bruces blood. He could track it to the boat! But… Bruce was bleeding. Oh, hell no, people gonna die.

Tracking the blood with a burning rage in the back of his skull wasn’t the easiest thing he’s done. But definitely the thing he hasn’t regretted even once, as he continued till, he saw a ship in which the scent was just dripping off it.

Now, Clark could’ve been subtle about this. But he honestly didn’t care and was far too angry to consider anything but getting the two back. So, it came as a big surprise when he climbed up the side of the boat and just threw a guy off. The humans seemed almost intimidated of Clark’s size, and that made him so much angrier.

They didn’t mind kidnapping a pup and its parent huh? But when they have to take on a bigger Mer they minded? What a load of absolute bullshit.

Clark narrowed his eyes at one of the poachers and fixed him with a gaze that could melt steel. Literally. The man seemed to get what the other was after, because he pointed to a crate before jumping onto a raft like the other two men left. Cowards. Not that Clark was thinking of that now, as he instead went closer to the crate and open it up to fins a whimpering up clutching to an unconscious Bruce with blood dripping down his forehead. And Clarks heart nearly stopped.

Now, he knew Bruce was alive, he could hear his pulse. But that didn’t stop the fact that he was hurt. He clutched Jason to his side and pulled Bruce out of the crate, then falling backwards into the ocean to get the two some much needed water.

Since Jason seemed contented with clutching onto him like a backpack Clark focused on Bruce, checking the other man and making sure he was alright. About halfway through Bruce stirred, head pounding and pain shooting through his body as he stared up at Clark.

The two met eyes and Bruce tilted his head, “cl... ark?” he tried. Clark had never heard Bruce even try speaking before, so hearing his name, even fragmented and a bit strange was surreal, and damn he had a beautiful voice. Jason seemed to have not heard his father’s voice either because he chirped, swimming around and slotting himself into Bruce arms.

Bruce loosely wrapped sore arms around Jason, pulling himself up despite the discomfort to lean on Clark’s chest.

Clark pulled the other closer, starting on his way home as he mumbled reassurance.

“It’s ok, your other kids are safe and with my friends. They won’t let anything happen to them. Just stay with me, I’ll take you home.”

(Hello friends! Here’s another chapter, quite a long one this time! 1300 words, woof. Anyway, you wanna be tagged please let me know. Previous chapters are at the start and please leave a comment, it means so much to me. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!)