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Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter two, heat.

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Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter one, heart.

Bruce rushed to join the fight, dodging a flying piece of rubble and jumping onto a car. He had to be more careful then normal. Not because he could die- nope! Way past that train. But because getting hurt and not feeling it would mean he was basically instantly outed to everyone. Because Barry would panic and blurt it out.

Clark saw Bruce and noted him being more careful, but the other saw it as a good thing. That Bruce was finally taking his insistence on caring for himself to heart and being careful during the fights.

By the time, the battle was over everyone was tired, some taking a seat and others just straight away leaving. Clark went over to Barry and Bruce, Barry speeding away when he saw Clark, a nervous expression on his face. Clark saw Bruce looked fine actually, not tired at all. He was confused about that.

“Bruce?”

Bruce looked over to Clark, blinking through the new lenses in his suit and nodding. “Yes, Clark?”

“Why do you look less tired than everyone else?” Clark asked. “You look fine.”

Bruce cursed internally. He had not thought of that, he had slipped up. And he swore at himself for it. “Uh- you know.” Bruce said, fiddling with a clasp on his belt. “I’ve been taking it easy, like you said. Guess I’m really just taking things you say to heart today, huh?”

Clark, being himself, was just ecstatic his boyfriend was looking after himself. He pulled Bruce closer in for a hug, chin bumping against Bruce’s before  he yanked back, staring at the other.

Hr was so cold.

“Bruce? Your freezing, are you ok?”

“What?” Bruce asked, going ridged. He hadn’t planned about this. Hadn’t thought this through enough yet. “Oh, it’s nothing, I’ve just been out for a while Clark,”

“I’ll take you home and warm you up, God knows you need it. And when you take off your suit, I can hear your heartbeat, and it will all be good again, ok?”

Bruce winced, cursing himself internally for what he was about to do. He loved Clark all too much, and knew Clark loved him too. But his perfectly sculpted lie was crumbling down around him, and he needed an excuse to not let Clark near him. Not until he figured out how to tell him at least.

“Actually Clark! Uh- Barry and I needed to do something really fast, he was going to take me home after we did something at his, isn’t that right Barry?” Bruce asked, turning and gesturing silently at Clark to Barry with his eyes.

Barry seemed to get the message, as he hurried over and nodded. “Yep, sorry Clark. Just got to steal your man for a bit. Sorry! But the case calls.”

“Mhm, I’ll call you when I get home, love you, bye.” Bruce said quickly as Barry grabbed him and sped off.

Bruce didn’t get to see Clark’s expression.

As the two ran off Clark stood there, a ‘bye’ on his lips and a thump in his stomach at being shot down. He sighed, rubbing his head and watching the other two wistfully. He didn’t want to pry into his boyfriend’s life, but he hadn’t seen Bruce in a long while. And he has just spoken to him again! And now he wasn’t. it sucked. But Clark sucked it up and took off back to his apartment. He’d get to call Bruce later. He guessed.

As soon as Barry knew him and Bruce were out of earshot, he set the other down with a frown, looking like Bruce plopped himself down onto the floor. Barry sat himself next to the other, giving his back a small pat as he thought.

“You know you’re going to have to tell him soon, right?” he asked Bruce, who seemed to be extremely interested in blades of grass right now. “I guess.” Bruce mutter, lifting his head to meet the others gaze. “But how am I supposed to tell him that? He’d be heartbroken. I can’t live with that Barry, I love him too much. He’s the nicest person you ever meet, what would you do?”

“Tell him the truth?” Barry tried, a wince forming at how that sounded coming out. Much worse than he intended, Bruce shot him a scathing glare.

“You, would you? You have no idea what this is like?”

“I mean,” Barry started, not wanting to provoke Bruce bur not wanting to be wrong. “I have died before-“

“But you were revived! I’m constantly half dead and mostly dying and you can revive me because then the magic would tear me apart and my atoms would lose their bonds with one another. Id cease to exist! God fucking dammit Barry.”

Barry paused, unused to the hostile outbreak of the normally cool and collected bat. He, very sacredly, pat Bruce shoulder. Like you would a stray cat.

Bruce just slumped back and lay against the wet grass, staring at the sun that used to burn his eyes. Barry watched him and made a face. “You’re lying in wet grass and staring at the sun.”

“And?”

“Well wet grass is unpleasant. And doesn’t staring at the sun hurt?”

“Barley anything hurts now.”

“well- ok, but could you stop?”

“Oh, I am so sorry, am I, the dead person, making you uncomfortable? Please.”

Bruce noticed Barry’s uncomfortable look and sighed, pushing himself up. “sorry, that was uncalled for. I’m just a little pissy- who wouldn’t be? I died less than a month ago. And now I have a family I have to tell, a boyfriend who’s going to have to have his heart broken, and I’m still figuring this out. Dick was using Constentine’s help with a case, he saw me, and we both just stared at each other for about two minutes. He didn’t say anything, but that’s one more person who knows, who doesn’t need to know. And none who do need to know are any closer to knowing. This really sucks!”

“Yeah.” Barry sighed, pulling Bruce into a side hug as he looked over Gotham. He almost snickered when a thought came to mind, looking down at Bruce.

“Ok, before I take you home can I ask you something?”

“Uh- I mean sure I guess.” Bruce shrugged. “if Clark’s dating you, and your dead, does that mean he a necro-“

“Die. Just die Barry.”

(Hello! Its me and I’m back with another chapter! Two in two days, wow, crazy right! Ok, just saying I edit grammar and spelling and try really hard on it, and whenever I post any fic, I make sure its atlas above 1,000 words just to make sure it’s a good read. Thank you for reading! If you want to be added to the tag list above just say in comments, id really appreciate if you told me things you like in comments, constructive criticism is always appreciated, and I hope you enjoy this instalment! Bow, the first one is linked at the top!)

Post-prison c!dream gaining back his confidence via clothes! He’s showing it to c!techno, who is losing his mind over it /pos

Also i have a c!dreamnoblade account if yall are interested, it’s @dreamnoblades-diaries

part two!!!:

the pendent left behind.

The monotone voice reading the will grated on Jason’s nerves. It didn’t help that he heard everything eles that was going on. Dick was crying silently, trying not to bring attention to himself. Tim was just stareing at the floor. Cass had her face burried in Stephanies shoulder. Damian was just huddled up against Alfred’s side and duke was standing against the couch.

The man took them to the room and started handing out possessions that Bruce had specifically left behind. Alfred got the property, dick got the Batman things, Tim got the company, Cassandra Stephanie and duke spilt vigilante equipment and each got varying degrees of money. Damian would stay with Alfred and the property would transfer into his name when he turned 19. 

Jason didn’t think he’d get anything. He was informed that he would get the book collection, and a storage unit. Why would the Batman need a storage unit?

After dumping the last of the books into his condo he looked back at the key. It belonged to a storage unit downtown, apparently it hadent been used in years.

He had been putting off actually going to check the place out, but it was on his patrol route. And he really should check if it’s worth dumping half of the books there so he could breathe again.

The ride downtown was one full of conflicting thoughts. He wasn’t sure what he thought of Bruce anymore. He loved him. He hated him. He was indifferent and he cared oh so very much. But Bruce was dead. Not dead to anyone though. His hand tightens on the handle, steering into the storage lockers and parking.

He walked through the many lockers, wondering what lives the people owned them lived.

Were they happy? Sad? Was their life perfect? Or just as fucked at his. It helped to think about it, made him feel like the cards he was delt were less personal. Not meant just for him.

He sighed as he got to the locker. It was just number four. Why was it that number? No idea. He didn’t even know why Bruce had a storage locker. The key clicked in the lock and he pulled the door up to reveal-

……

What.

What Jason saw was a small brown box in the middle of the floor. Nothing eles. Just a small, brown, cardboard box. He scoffed and walked over to it, kneeling down.

Was Bruce fucking with him? Was this some sort of joke?

He picked up the box, it wasn’t heavy. Money Mabye? That would be sweet. He shook it and heard something clacking around in there. Not money. Great. Fuck you to Bruce.

He opens the cardboard box and pulled out the paper that was over it, leaving it to fall to the floor. Inside the box was a pendent. It was a teardrop pendent, made of White Jade. The chain was simple silver. He grabbed it by the chain and held it up to the light. This could sell for quite a bit. He went to touch the actual pendent. As his hand wrapped around the actual hen a bolt of electricity went through his palm and his body jolted, before his eyes dropped and he fell back, hand clasped around the pendent. He swore he could see flashes of gold through the slit of his eye, and once the fell closed he heard some one say something.

“New- 7!?@$ relation cho-£#*€.l” as it cut in and out of white noise, before he fell unconscious. He jolted awake in his appartment on his couch. All drowsy and sluggish, he coughed and went to go pour himself a drink. 

Things slowly came back to him, wasn’t he at the storage unit? That was strange. Did he ride home? Did he imagine it? He grabbed his head as it throbbed, taking a long swig off his drink turning around. He went to the couch again, to sit and think, before he dropped his glass.

He looked down on the couch, where the pendent lay. That was weird. He picked it up again cautiously, ignored h the glass on the carpet. He ran his fingers over it, and sighed. He threw the pendent to the carpet and ignored it. This was too much for him.

And that’s where the pendent lay for days. On the carpet, amongst the piles of books. Jason did go through them, picking and choosing which ones he wanted to keep in his flat, which ones he wanted to send to storage. And the ones he very much wanted to sell. Only once he had cleared most out and was suiting up for his job, did he see the sheen of the white jade again. He was putting his gloves on when he walked past it.

He stared at it for the moment, before picking it up. It reminded him of his dad a little. Strange, confusing, scared him. But gave him a weird sense of power. He took a second , before clicking it around his neck and fastens it. There was some reason Bruce left him it. Even if it was fucking stupid.

He went about his normal buissness, before he ran into a something gone wrong in down an alley. He got in the middle of it, before a gun was pulled on him. He didn’t notice the pendent flashing under his jacket. He cursed, stepping back, before saying.

“These fuckers, just because Batman isn’t here dosent mean you won’t get served justice-“ before he could finish the pendent floated up and went gold, seeming to scan the men. Before turning red and flashing. Jason had to close his eyes, it went so fucking white. But when he opens them he nearly jumped out of his skin.

His clothes had gone white. Along with his hair fully turning white. There were gold trims on the clothes, and his gun had turned to a crossbow. He made a noise and the other people just stood there stunned. He looked at the pendent, wondering what the fuck was happening, when he heard a voice behind.

“Well?”

Jason whipped around and stared at the other person. He looked 12, which would’ve been stranger if he wasn’t wearing white robes, with gold trim and accents. He had a white ribbion with gold decal on it as a blindfold around his eyes, and he was sporting an undercut with pale skin.

“Get on with it.” He said, sounding annoyed. It broke the whole divine illusion.

“Get on with- with what- wait what’s happening?”

The boy scoffed, gesturing to the pendent with an off hand.

“It went red when you talked about justice. It’s red. It’s said they don’t pass. You kill them now.”

here you go, sorry it took so long. But here’s another job-batfam. We get a look at Jon and his mental state in this one.

part two:

please comment what you think!

(Jon is 17.)

(Damian is 17.)

This is my au, if you wanna know more I can start posting on my blog. It’s just for fun, we have stoner Jon and Bruce, who isn’t as preachy with Jon as he is with his kids. Enjoy.

“Wipe that smile off your face Jon I know what you did.”

Jon whipped around, facing Bruce. He had been raised in Gotham for the past few years because Clark wanted him to have real world experience…. Yeah. And now we’re here.

“Ok, first of all bad energy. Second, happiness is a mental condition you sorely need asshole. Third, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Bruce glowers.

“You know exactly what I’m taking about.”

“Sir, with all due respect. I am a model student with a vague backstory like most of the people on the lower rungs of Gotham’s popularity poles.”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at gone through his eyelashes.

“I know about the weed business.”

Jon’s eyes widen before he schooled himself.

“Rumour?”

“4K.”

“Dammit!”

Bruce glared.

“You really thought you could deal in my city-“ He started, before Jon cut him off.

“I’m very much repenting Mr Wayne-“

“And not cut me in?”

Jon jolted out of whatever he was about to say, his head snapping in Bruce’s direction.

“…..oh. Wow.” He said, pausing and looking away for a second before looking back to Bruce.

“Is this entrapment?”

Bruce ignored his question and started again.

“You know there is only one woman I’ve ever loved?”

“My dad?”

“No- Clark? Fucking idiot.” He punched his brow. “I’m taking about Mary Jane.”

“Is that Mrs Kyle’s first name?” Jon asked, knowing the two were friend and it’d rule Bruce up.

Selina, who was raiding the fridge after breaking in, turned and said.

“It is now!”

“No!” Bruce yelled back, getting thoroughly annoyed.

“I’m talking about dank, Jonathan. Reefer.”

“Are we still talking about the same drug?”

“Ok here’s the score, you little dumbass. You work for me now.” Bruce said, rolling his eyes.

“For you?”

“I’ve been running the grass business up here for a while now, you think it’s easy running after you little super saiyan Rugrats? Gordon’s up to his head in gummies.”

Jon blinked at him, before responding.

“I am really struggling to wrap my head around this Mr B.”

Bruce scoffed. “Just look at my eyes Jonathan. you think I take Vaisene for fun?”

“No, there red because your up all the time.” 

Jonathan respinded, before comming to the sudden realisation.

Bruce nodded his head pointedly, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh my god, really?”

“They’re playing checkers Jonathan, you gotta play chess.”

Jon stared at the older man, who Clark trusted him with for three years. 

“Jesus.”

“I’m thinking an 80-20 split.” Bruce said, turning from Jon.

“You sell to Damian and they’ll never find your body.”

“Yeah that tracks.”

EVERYTHING IS DREAMNOBLADE!☆

This audio pretty much sums up their relationship after their first quest-

Some silly Prophetrio stuff, progress is being made I have just been having fun doodling COS stuff atm (go listen to Curse of Strahdanya it’s awesome)

idea:

tw: angst, suicide mentions

Octavian as Maui, but instead of some big warrior demigod, hes some skrunkly crunkly little shit, a demigod from ancient times, who thought he could steal Gaeas heart and survive, failed miserably and was cursed to being a mortal demigod thousands of years later.

We don’t know much about Octavian, where he came from, why he is so pompous, so what if it’s because he was born in ancient times, and was cursed with having to be a mortal demigod in modern times, with barely any semblance of the powers he used to have, and it shows. He has a god complex, because he used to be able to get away with it. He *used* to be able to do anything. Now he’s in a fucking teenagers body. And yeah, he causes a war.

it wasn’t that bad in olden days, it was a point of honor. And when he saw that cannon c for a split second he thought he saw a glimpse of his old life, he could be the hero he remembers. And Mabye, death could bring him that, Mabye if he died he could be who he used to.

but the gods decided fuck that, he hadent repented and returned the heart, he miraculously survives, spiteful and vindictive, and very pissed. His body dosent feel like his own and now he’s being denied death? Fuck.

Micheal eventually finds him and he basically decided she’s going to help his freind finish the quest, no idea on Octavian’s planned auicide after the quest. Octavians just done, he’s so tired, and mad, and awful, and powerless. He’s just done. But his planned go into turmoil when he realises Micheal actuallly cares about him. It’s awful, and right, all at the same time.

he dosent deserve this, right? He’s not who he used to be. He’s not the big amazing warrior, he’s not the hero, hell, he’s not even a very good villain. But Micheal thinks he’s amazing. And that’s scary, and wrong, and oh so good to feel his walls comming down. But he hates it at the same time. He’s allways been alone, back in the ancient when he was doing quests, or then when he was Augur, and now… he was trying so hard to be alone. But Micheal wouldent get the fucking message.

and when they finish the quest, it’s overlooking the cliff Octavian first fell off before he was transported to this mortal world. He stood there, looking at the water below. It was churning, dark and uninvitong. He wonders if death will be cold, dark. Like a nightmare, the cold floor biting your skin like frostbite, and the darkness so bad you could barley see your hand infront of your face.

it warm, like good memories. Holding him, ears hearing like he’s underwater, muted light through bliss enfectibg goggles. Like good things, and happy times. Would it be warmer then Micheal’s arms-

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where did *that* come from?

Octavian bristled. He wasn’t supposed to think like this. No one was, it wasn’t strong, it wasn’t right. But god he wanted to curl up in Micheal’s arms and never leave. He wanted to feel small, he wanted to feel something other then a FUCKING overwhelming need to be the best, to be the greatest, to make history no matter the cost.

but death felt so tempting, but for the first time in forever he felt like he could find happiness with another person. That Mabye he could be ok, with not being great. With just being… good. With someone he loved.

no.

No, he didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to feel this safe. This happy. He screwed up the world. He’s fixed it. But now. What’s left?

what could keep him happy, what could keep him, someone so broken, and who he thought was *evil* he was *evil*, what could he deserve?

Octavian didn’t know when tears started falling down his cheeks, or when his foot came closer to the edge. It felt lucid, like he was underwater, like he could see himself, but not through his eyes.

he heard Micheal calling for him, but it felt muffled. He heard noises, not words. Cody soon,, then panic.

he didn’t want Micheal to panic, Micheal deserved the world. He wasn’t sure when he took a step closer to the edge, or when he let himself fall fowrd. He wasn’t sure what was happening, it felt so… unreal. Like, so so very unreal. He felt arms around his waist and felt himself be tanked back, falling back onto someone, and the jolt winding him, and the breath he took almost broke the illusion of serenity with a harsh slap of reality. He heard Micheal yelling at him, sitting up, still holding him.

he couldent tell the words, everything eas becoming more real. That warm feeling was gone, that bliss of not feeling, was gone. And he didn’t know if he liked it. Octavian *sobbed*. He didn’t know why, he wasn’t sure why he could actually do this. He wasn’t supposed to do this. He was supposed to be strong, scary, and big. But in Micheal’s arms he felt oh so small. He heard Micheal’s voice falter.

this was all to much for Micheal. He felt petrified when he saw ofcavoan first walk to that edge.what was he supposed to do? What *could* he do? He was frozen, till he saw that step. Then another. And he had to fling himself at Octavian and yank him back before he fell, and when he grabbed him Micheal fell flat on his back. He was yelling at Octavian, asking him what the hell he was thinking. Till he started sobbing. He only could hold him. There wasn’t anything he could do in this situation. He just held him. This was overwhelming for both Boyd, and they sat there. For how long he didn’t know. But what he did know? Him and Octavian had a long conversation ahead.

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sorry, it was meant to be a light hearted thing then I just continued and it spirals out of control. If you like it, leave a comment and I can expand on this new au, I wasn’t meaning for this to happen but it did lmao. This was my first time writing angst, and actually writing things, not just a concept. Wow. What do you think?

Thank youuuuuu

can I steal Zeus’s liver? Pretty please?

If you must :3