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Hindsight is Clear (Hindsight is Bitter). by GuildofScribes
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005)
03 Sep 2025
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As with most things in life, hindsight is the only clarity humans can get. Lieutenant Jee has more experience in this than he’d like.
Prince Zuko was a trial from Angi to either prove Jee a decent man, or drive him utterly insane.
It’s a pity that clarity doesn’t come when you need it, only ever when it’s all too late.
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Ivy. by GuildofScribes
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman (Movies - Nolan), Batman - Fandom
10 Aug 2025
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*Oh. Goddamn. My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand… and on my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I’m covered in you.*
The children had crept into Alfred’s life little by little, but there had been Bruce first.
Alfred hadn't meant for his life to turn into what it had morphed into, but children have a way of creeping up into your life in all the ways you don't expect.
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Answer Me This. by GuildofScribes
Fandoms: X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies), X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse), X-Men: First Class - Fandom, x-men days of future past
25 Jun 2025
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When they stop off at the Xavier mansion after breaking Erik out of prison to make ready for the trip to Paris, Charles disappears and Erik searches out Hank in the lab, checking on his projects before they board the plane again to Paris, for answers.
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Push Through (until you break). by GuildofScribes for Charrhylis
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
18 Apr 2024
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Next to Anakin's ease and power within the Force, none of the clones realize just how far General Kenobi is pushing himself to keep up.
It's war.
And he'll do what he must.Until he can't.
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A Curse of Mortality. by GuildofScribes
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
15 Apr 2024
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Demigods walked the line between human and divine.
The children of Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon toed the line the most out of them all.
Honestly, how would these children know exactly where that line was?
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When Batman gets hit with fear toxin, he worries about his Robins.
His Robins think it's their job to deal with it.
Jason wasn't aware anyone still included him in that group, but according to Tim, he's the only one available.
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01 Oct 2025
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The Xenomorality Hypothesis, Revisited by MaskoftheRay
Fandoms: Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types
23 Oct 2019
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“If Luthor is right about anything, it is that no being is both all-powerful and all-good.”
Bruce doesn’t believe in God, but some people have started idolizing Superman as one, and humanity has a bad track-record with whom they choose to deify. If Superman is all-powerful, then he cannot be all-good. Besides, it is inherently impossible for any being to be all-good. Therefore, Bruce knows, even if the alien is good, he can still be corrupted. So Batman decides to do something about it.
But what happens when the alien threat he thought he was facing is not so threatening after all? What happens when the righteous path is no longer so clear? What if nothing is all-powerful, or all-good— but Superman is trying anyway?
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01 Oct 2025
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After a certain incident during a night of patrol, Damian finally tells Bruce everything.
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30 Sep 2025
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BATLAS by maplesnmulberries
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic)
06 Sep 2025
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The Joker escapes Arkham, and makes it everyone's problem with the usual motif:
Explosions.
Bruce holds up a building to keep Damian from being suffocated.
He refuses to lose a kid again.
Series
- Part 3 of Bat Drabbles
Bookmarked by GuildofScribes
30 Sep 2025
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It was easily the most predictable hit he’d ever delivered. If the knee hadn’t telegraphed it, the wind up would have. He’d leaned back, leaned forward, and sent the sloppiest punch of his vigilante career at the face of a man who should’ve seen it coming from a mile away.
Bruce’s head snapped back with a soft, surprised oomph. He took one step backward, regaining his balance on one overly-smooth loafer as blood began to gush down his face.
Dick stared at him, unable to speak. Unable to look away as Bruce put a hand to his cheek, probing at the bloody gash like he’d never been hit in the face before. The hit he hadn’t seen coming.
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30 Sep 2025
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Dick leaned forward, shifting to take some of the pressure off his stomach. His weight rolled to the front and onto his bad knee. It wobbled, and his ensuing exhale was louder and more forceful than he’d intended. A normal sound, for anyone else. For Bruce, it was a dead giveaway.
Bruce’s attention was piqued. He turned to the side, but his eyes were already down on Dick’s knee by the time they were face-to-face. Assessing the integrity of the joint. Reassessing his own assessment. Reassessing him --
Dick hit him. His bad knee held out as his fist snapped up, over, and straight into the side of Bruce’s face.
It was easily the most predictable hit he’d ever delivered. If the knee hadn’t telegraphed it, the wind up would have. He’d leaned back, leaned forward, and sent the sloppiest punch of his vigilante career at the face of a man who should’ve seen it coming from a mile away.
Bruce’s head snapped back with a soft, surprised oomph. He took one step backward, regaining his balance on one overly-smooth loafer as blood began to gush down his face.
Dick stared at him, unable to speak. Unable to look away as Bruce put a hand to his cheek, probing at the bloody gash like he’d never been hit in the face before. The hit he hadn’t seen coming.
“Dick,” Bruce said. He ran his tongue over his teeth on the left side, inadvertently smearing blood around his mouth. He’d bitten his tongue.
Dick hadn’t heard that tone in -- nearly ten years. Longer than that, even. The way Bruce said his name, the layers of meaning and intention wrapped into one word, it was so special, sometimes. Sometimes, he said Dick like he’d said Robin, and that. That was --
The adrenaline pumping through him turned sour. Dick’s right hand throbbed, pain pulsing at the bright pinpoints of his knuckles. He hadn’t hit someone that hard without gloves in a long time. Because throwing punches without adequate protection was a great way to get busted knuckles. And who had he learned that from, exactly?
“Look,” Bruce said. Using the back of his hand, he smeared the worst of the blood back up his cheekbone. He couldn’t hide the wince. “Look, Dick--”
The words were swallowed by the sudden rush of blood in his ears. Dick had Bruce’s full attention -- his full emphatic attention -- but none of his own comprehension. He was standing, still, but only because he’d locked his knees sometime in the last three minutes. Because Bruce was holding onto his shoulder, suddenly, urging him over to the chair by his desk.
“--need to take deep, slow breaths with me--”
Bruce was talking to Dick like he was a traumatized civilian. It was the same tone he used on children. Soft. Deep. Reassuring. A mixture of Bruce Wayne’s lighter speaking voice and Batman’s lower register. The kind of voice that told you that you’re okay. You can do this. The kind of voice you had no choice but to believe.
The gash was ugly. Dick could see the darker red edges under the still-weeping blood. He’d caught Bruce right on top of his stupidly-sharp cheekbone, splitting the skin right open. It was the kind of injury that would scar, at Bruce’s age. Even with surgery and lasers and the stupid scented skincare in his en suite cabinet. It would heal white, if he was lucky. White enough to hide under Bruce’s rabid paleness. As long as he stayed out of the sun.
“Dick.”
Dick looked down at his hands. Bruce’s were covering them. He was kneeling in front of him, down on his knees at forty-something like he was thirty-something again and it didn’t suck ass to be kneeling on metal grating in nothing but dress pants.
For the first time in three weeks, Dick had Bruce’s full -- full -- attention, all at once. Dick the physical body, Dick the hero, Dick the person. Bruce looked at him, and he saw all three of those faces, all at once. Like he was staring through a video feed of a monitor, instead of just at it.
The blood drained from Dick’s face. His body was a distant, shivery thing. The only real weight was Bruce’s hands on his own, pinning him down into his desk chair.
“Hey. Hey.”
“You can hit me back,” Dick said. After a second, he tried to shake his head. It was more of a twitch. “You should hit me back, I mean.”
Bruce stared at him, seeing more than Dick had ever wanted him to. “You want me to hit you?”
Yes. Dick turned away, biting his lip so it didn’t wobble. There were tears burning in his eyes. It was only a matter of time before they started.
“Do you think you deserve to be hit?”
Dick closed his eyes, shaking his head. The tears flowed down his cheeks, hot and awful.
“Y-you didn’t.”
If Bruce agreed or disagreed, Dick couldn’t tell. The hands around his tightened, a quick, reassuring squeeze. But he didn’t let go. Maybe he just wanted to keep Dick from sucker-punching him again. Maybe he was just being kind.