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Let Your Hopes Shape Your Future by OuiBeebles
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types
25 Jul 2021
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The funeral is a week later. The church is sterile and nearly empty. Bruce sits next to Alfred in the front row. His eyes are fixed on his shoes the whole time. His eyes are dull and unfocused. The speakers, for there are so many, talk and talk and talk until he thinks about screaming for them to shut up. He doesn’t care what they have to say! Alfred always squeezes his hand when he feels that very strong thought and he knows he can’t do that to Alfred because he loved his parents too.
The last one to speak is an old priest, his dad's childhood one, he thinks. He wants to summon enough energy to look up and pay attention but the words about God’s love and kindness curdle the thoughts sour before he even manages it. God is cruel if one or more even exists.
He thinks to himself that maybe if he were to meet one what he would do. Maybe he would shout at them until his voice was gone. Maybe he would fight them. He thinks he would make them weak though. That makes the most sense to him. If he were to make a god or more mortal then, they would be subject to the misery they created or, at the least, didn’t stop.
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11 Dec 2025
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Not The Picture Perfect Figure I Thought You'd Be by Nikiclix
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
24 Jan 2026
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The batfamily gets into a fight and gets hit by a spell that drops them to the past where Bruce is six years old. They meet Bruce's parents but Thomas wasn't what they thought he'd be like from the stories Bruce told them.
Ft. Emotionally repressed b who loves his kids deeply but can't seem to tell them that
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That time travel story on Tumblr
Written for Whumptober day 26
"Nothing like a relapse to rehash the kid who was scared."
Ps: please give this a chance i swear it's better than it seems TT
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- Part 12 of Niki's whumptober 2025
- Part 19 of Dad!Bruce cause there aren't Enough fics
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09 Dec 2025
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Bruce promised he'll attend cass's father's day dance performance with the rest of the family.
so why isnt he here yet?——————
Written for bw one word prompt challenge day 307: "Performance"
(so sorry this was late)Series
- Part 21 of Dad!Bruce cause there aren't Enough fics
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09 Dec 2025
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I think you're holding the heart of mine by dont_let_me_grab_the_mic
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
01 Apr 2025
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Pain pulsed through him in time with his slowing heartbeat. His sight flickered in and out of darkness, and the sounds of the city blurred into something distant.
He should call someone, anyone really- but instead he just sent a signal, coordinates, something he usually did when he needed backup, then waited for a response.He waited.
And waited.
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6 times Bruce's children hurt him, +1 time they tried to make it right to him
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08 Dec 2025
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Beautiful gorgeous showstopping heartbreaking tooth rotting sweet angsty goodness oh my god peak peak peak
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From the Brink by tinktheloser
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types
27 Sep 2025
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Clark heard it just as he stepped out the front entrance of The Daily Planet’s building. The sun had already set, a chilly autumn breeze dragging through his coat. It had been a late evening for him, catching up on drafts for his next few articles before some other emergency stole his attention from his work.
“Kal-el.”
He straightened, perking towards Gotham. Something cold gripped his heart as he listened for that familiar heartbeat. The voice was unmistakable; low, rough, and steady, one that grounded Clark almost as quick as Ma’s. In battle, hearing it usually meant there was a plan, that Clark could worry a little less about details; because the man he trusted the most – with his life and the lives of his family – had it under control. It soothed Clark when he faltered, bolstered him when his strength wavered, and steadied him when he teetered on the edge of sensory madness.
And that voice sounded afraid.
Clark was suited up and hurtling through the air towards Gotham before Bruce whispered again.
“Kal–” came his quiet gasp. “I’m sorry.”