I Do Believe I Would Like To Write Superbat Fan Fiction Where The Hell Do I Start Chat 💔

bruh david cain is insane he shot his daughter just because he thought it was funny he made her kill a man he took every bit of cass’s autonomy from her but he also picked out the prettiest pink dress for her and tenderly brushed her hair and he put it up in pigtails and he cuddled with her on a roof while stargazing and he made up his own language so he could communicate with her and he loves her with all his heart, and yet it means next to nothing since he barely had one to begin with

Bruce dropped out of medical school and as much as he tries to hide it, his kids all find out. Ofcourse they never let him live it down after that

Dick: Hey I'm dropping out of Gotham University

Bruce: What? You're quitting college halfway?! Unacceptable, you cannot just give up on your engineering degree-

Dick: I did not just hear the failed doctor say that

Bruce:

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Bruce, fuming: You left my side tonight to go and gallivant around with harley quinn? A villain?

Steph: So what if she's a villain, Bruce? Atleast the villain has a doctorate.

Bruce:

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Bruce, bandaging Duke's wound because Alfred was busy: There, all done

Duke: Woah, didn't expect that from a college dropout

Bruce:

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Bruce: Stop ignoring my orders in the field! You need to listen, I have more experience-

Jason, as red hood, with his english degrees: Which one of us actually has a degree?

Bruce:

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Tim: So I'm dropping out of high school

Bruce: You too?! First Dick and now you?!

Tim: No, first it was you, then Dick, and now me

Bruce:

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Bruce: Damian, your recent report card indicates you're falling behind in Biology

Damian: Tt. Must run in the family, then.

Bruce:

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Emo 21-year-old Bruce: You're not my father, Alfred!

Alfred: Quite right. I have a medical degree, and you don't.

Bruce:

women in STEM (shitty posture, tired all the time, eyebags, miserable)

Angela McCoy’s Backstory

Sept 16th 2025

8:30pm

Angela walked back to her dorm, avoiding the girls in the hallway in hopes of not having to talk to any of them. Invisible. That’s what she was, Angela like it that way. It was comfortable not have to worry about being on everyone’s minds. Sure it meant she didn’t really have friends and that she didn’t go to parties or well anywhere for that matter but she was fine.

Walking inside she closed the door and made a beeline for the desk, putting her newest sticker in its place on her laptop she smiled. Angel loved her stickers, she often collected different ones but her favorites were her Spider-Man stickers. She loved the different spider men and women and their suits, she’d even started making her own. Not that it was any good yet but It definitely was something. She changed out of her wretched uniform into one of her favorite hoodies and leggings.

She hated being in the dorms, way to loud for her liking so she grabbed headphones and left hands in her pockets. She walked to who knows where, doing something similar everyday.

Angela liked walking to her hearts content, it let her clear her head, it helped her think. How did she get here? One day she’s down at Manhattan middle the next she’s at this fancy boarding school. She doesn’t really fit in and all her old friends live in her neighborhood. She only visits on the weekends and then her mom drives her back to visionary. Not that she wanted to go back.

Soon enough she’d come across a patch of wildflowers. Making a bouquet of Aster, Yarrow, Columbine and Chicory she failed to notice the mouse spider that crept up her thigh. The spider moved slowly, staying out of her peripheral vision it climbed up her sleeve. Up, up, up it went, crawling into her hoodie it bit her. “What the hell?” She muttered as she slapped her neck, killing the spider with relative ease. Rubbing her neck and grimacing at her hand she stood up and tied her bouquet with a hair tie she found in her pocket. “I can give these to Esther.” She mused, knowing the old woman would love the gift.

Starting on her way to miss Esther’s house she ignored how odd she felt. Knocking on the door she put on her best smile, she wasn’t unhappy often she just didn’t smile much. Where’s that beautiful smile of yours hunny? Miss Esther would ask. The kind elderly woman opened the door “Angel my love how are you?” The woman cocked her head and smiled her kind smile. Miss Esther is Angela’s current guardian, she’s had atleast three but they didn’t like her much.

As angel walked inside as could smell the okra in the kitchen. That’s weird she thought. Okra doesn’t smell that strong. She brushed it off, ignoring the odd sensation her other senses seemed to be going through. After an hour the throbbing of her head, the strong smells, loud noises and bright lights she said her goodbyes and ran back to visionary. she just needed to take some Tylenol and go to bed, she’d be alright in the morning.

***The next morning***

Sept 17th 2025

6:15am

“Mnn..” she groaned as she rolled over, entangling herself more in her comforter. Angela swatted the alarm off the desk and rubbed her eyes, pulling herself from the bed she noticed her roommate Diane wasn’t there. Must’ve left already she shrugged. Putting on her uniform she noticed that her shirt seemed..bigger? Odd. Still she put it on and went about her day, grabbing her backpack she walked out of the room and down the hall.

Noticing her crush she smiled a little “maybe I should say hi.” She mumbled as she hyped herself up and went over “Marcus! Hi- um how are you today?” She cringed at how awkward she sounded talking to him. Marcus smiled at her “hey ange long time no see huh? I’m good what about you? Still collecting stickers?” Marcus remembered her stickers! That’s so sweet, Angela and Marcus went to grade school together. They were the best of friends, but Angel Isn’t very good at keeping stable friendships. They drifted apart and she stopped talking to him, it was to embarrassing honestly.

As always the conversation short and sweet, Marcus waved goodbye and went to leave only for angel to grab his shoulder. “Is something wrong ange?” He tried to pull away but to no avail as she was dragged along with him. “No I just wanted to ah-..” she went quiet as she struggled with removing her hand from his jacket. The two continued to struggle, growing more frustrated and embarrassed as time progressed before finally Marcus yanked away hard enough to rip his jacket sleeve. The two teenagers said nothing as they walked separate directions.

She ran to the roof, not knowing where else to go. Climbing the stairs she’d heard her name yelled, looking back her eyes widened a yelp ripped from her as she ran. “Go away go away go away go away!” She repeated as she ran, making it out she slammed the door and locked it.’

(This is an excerpt from my notes I hope it's good!)

Alfred, stitching up Bruce: and what do we think you perhaps should have done differently, master Bruce?

Bruce, delirious: I think I should have died with my parents

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“Girls want a Superman, but they walk past a Clark Kent every day”

You fuckin CLOWNS think you’re a CLARK KENT? Not on my fuckin watch. You dumb, headass motherfuckers are barely a Guy Gardner and you think you’re a CLARK KENT? The amount of disrespect is unreal.