Bruce, being held hostage as a knife to the neck BARELY touched his skin, but drawing more blood than it actually is supposed to, glared at a gala attendee who had the balls to record the whole robbery, raised his middle finger at the camera, and mouthed/Whispered "COMMISSIONER GORDON YOU SLOWASS OLD MAN" with the most 'I'm so fucking done with this' face.
Once the GCPD came, he dramatically sat down at an empty ambulance after denying to be treated and told the EMT to take care of the more injured, glared knifes at Commissioner Gordon standing beside him while talking to other police officers, coughed blood LOUDLY on purpose, and then proceeds to stitch his own cut (he went to med school and was at the top of his class, of course he knows how to stitch without even seeing the injury) WHILE not breaking his glare.
Just found out Bruce could control his own blood flow, Heartbeat, and could literally bleed on command.
Now I'm imagining how Brucie would abuse this ability and get so many people in trouble, maybe make a small cut look like a stab wound, stop his heartbeat for unnecessary reasons, and so on
by @7uw9w
Unfinished!
anyways here's a coloured sketch of my design of the League of Secret Alchemists.
Fighting the urge to make Clown a Scorpion so that all of them are insects😔
It's shenanigans time guys
So have this DpxDc idea.
So, the Justice League and the Light (OR villains in general) have two newish members, they've both been around for about a year and they're from the same plane of existence (a place called the Infinite Realms according to those who dabble in the occult)
And the two seem to have some serious beef with each other.
Wisp and Wrath are basicly feral cats hissing and hekles raised when they spot the other and their fights normally ends in draws. They're evenly matched and sometimes the two even fight to the point they are out of steam and just fist fight.
Needless to say everyone believes they totally hate each other and might one day kill (or end?) One of them.
So everything gets turned upside down when suddenly both factions of heros and villains are suddenly summoned to the Infinite Realms.
In a throne room.
In front of the Infinite King (or most commonly known as the Ghost King)
A King who looks very, very much like Wisp and Wrath (like yeah the two do sometimes look alike, like when they grin with sharp teeth and their hair color, but one has blue skin and red eyes for crying out loud!)
He's staring at them, glowing green eyes that seemed to just... know.
"Welcome to the Infinite Realms. I am King Phantom." His voice echoing in the throne room and seemed to rattle them deeply, like a sudden chill in the early morning.
"I have summoned you all here for a single reason." He continued to say "Tell me..."
Here he paused, closed his eyes before leaning back on the chair then he smiled big and cheerfully asked.
"How are my kids doing in your world? Dan and Ellie aren't causing too much chaos in their wake are they? They tend to go a tiny bit overboard sometimes but what siblings don't when they rough house you know. Tell me everything."
One of my favourite puzzles are figuring out the position they are in when I'm reading smut, particularly gay smut for some reason is one of the hardest for me
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This felt like a stab in the chest while being given aftercare
Dick: *showing off a cute childhood picture to the family* Oh this one is my favorite! Bruce looks so surprised here, haha! I busted into the bathroom and he almost screamed! It was so funny.
Damian: I can’t imagine Baba getting scared from something so… menial
Jason: Shit was a lot different back then kid. I once scared the old man when. I once scared him in the Batcave when he was examining a gun from a case. Weirdly enough he didn’t get mad at me. I’m pretty sure there’s a picture of that too, it’s in here somewhere. *starts flipping through a photo album*
Tim: *grabbing his own photo album* I noticed that! Sometimes Bruce gets pretty weird and startled easily. Still haven’t figured it out… I bet Steph also had a bunch of stories of the same thing
Bruce: *walk in to the living room* What are you all doing? Hopefully not causing any trouble.
Dick: *grinning widely and pulling Bruce to sit down near him* Nah, not this time. We’ve just been going through a lot of old pictures! See! *shows Bruce the picture*
Bruce: *squints at picture before frowning* Oh, I remember that. I was in the middle of a suicide attempt and you caught me
Dick: WHAT! *coughing and sputtering*
Bruce: Yes, see the knife by the bathtub? And the bottle of pills near the toilet? Dropped them when you busted in. I thought you knew?
Jason: *absolutely shocked* Pops… what the hell???
Bruce: *glances over at the picture Jason found* That one too. I was going to turn the gun on myself.
Jason: *looks down at picture in horror*
Bruce: *grabs the photo album from Tim’s hand and flips through it* About half of these are interrupted attempts lol. The other albums probably have more. *shrugs*
Damian: *teary eyed* Baba…
Bruce: *already moving Damian onto his lap and hugging him tightly* Oh no sweetie, it’s okay. I’m… I’m trying to get better. I’m sorry I really thought you all knew…
Tim: *hides his face in Bruce’s shoulder while hugging him* I should’ve noticed. I’m sorry…
Bruce: No Tim, this is never and will never be your fault. It’s not your job to take care of me, even if I did push it on you when we first met. None of you have done anything wrong.
Jason: *voice breaking* B-but…
Dick: W-we could’ve… *tearing up*
Bruce: Done absolutely nothing. I was in a dark place long before I met any of you, even being with Alfred didn’t help.
Dick: I still can’t believe I never noticed… w-what happened to you after I left? After Jason died?
Bruce: Let’s not talk about that, it’ll only make us all upset.
Jason: *flipping through photo album and scrutinizing every photo* Y-you look so gaunt in these… I’ve never noticed…
Bruce: *chuckles awkwardly and slowly pulls album out of Jason’s hands* Yeah, that’s what an eating disorder will do to you. And coke…*mutters*
Tim: Fuck…
Dick: What was that last part?
Bruce: Nothing, anyways… let’s stop talking about this, okay? I made brownies.
Damian: *still sniffling* Okay Baba… can we have ice cream too?
Bruce: *chuckles softly, smiling fondly at all his sons* Of course, cmon, before Alfred finds out.
Some LoSA for the soul
thinking about teen bruce in his training days. thinking about how softness and vulnerability was literally tortured, beat, and groomed out of him. thinking about how SO many gaps about the reason why bruce is the way he is now can be filled if people just asked about his training days. thinking about how bruce sees those days as near-worthless (unless he needs to remember a certain skill/teacher) because it didn’t affect his mission of cleaning up gotham. thinking about how the concept of suffering is so artificial to bruce partially because of his training days. thinking about teen bruce wayne
worldbuilding: the threequel
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Based on his past interests, Clown was never going to be into Pili.... although there is someone else who could.
i draw? mostly do random stuff tho, multi fandom, I don't watch the stuff I'm mostly into tho
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