Revenge Bruce Au: Part One.

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Part three of Jon and the Wayne’s! This time with Jason.

“Hello other murder hobo kind of adopted brother.”

Jason looked up at Jon, a kindly offended and a little weirded out expression on his face.

“I don’t know that I ever consented to this.”

Jon looked up at him blankly, not faltering.

“I didn’t know you had a choice in the matter.”

Jason paused, and nodded.

“That’s actually incredibly fair considering my track record.” He mused.

“How can I help?”

Jon looked blankly at him, before sighing.

“Can I have 20 bucks to go get FroYo?”

“Sounds like a lot for FroYo.”

“I like FroYo.”

“Why aren’t you asking Bruce?”

“I did.”

“And what did he say?”

“No.”

“So then why are you asking me?”

Jon scoffed at Jason’s questions? Crossing his arms and leaning on his back foot.

“Because he’s not the boss of you.”

Jason inhaled very deep into his nose before letting it out ate starting at the floor, slowing looking up and Jon and taking to himself.

“Oookay it’s a trap, it’s a trap, you know it’s a trapped, you’ve trained for this, calm down-“

“You said he was a depressed caffeine addicted little bitch.” Jon said, raising an eyebrow and adjusting his beanie.

Jason, looking back at the boy and shifting on his feet said, rather loudly.

“That doesn’t reflect my beliefs, actually!”

“You’re sweating.” Jon said, fighting the little smirk off his face.

“No I’m just dying, it’s been happening for a while actually.” Jason hugged back, tugging on his collar while glaring down at the boy.

“Isn’t that so sad? Lest talk about that for a while.” He added, trying to veer the conversation off its plotted course.

Jon swigged, playing all off and glancing away.

“I mean, look, I get why you’d be scared of Bat-dad.” He said, baiting Jason.

Jason fell hook line and sinker.

“I AM NOT-“ Jason started but was cut off by a clattering of metal in the distance. He froze, before leaning closer to Jon and hissing.

“I am not scared of him.”

Jon knew he had him.

“Really? Because I heard he could kick your ass. Even when you were fully red-hood.”

Jason shit up and said loudly.

“Well he is entitled to his-“

He hissed this park:

“Very wrong.”

Before being all loud again.

“Opinions!”

Jon tilted his head.

“So he couldn’t take you in your heyday?”

Jason glared at him.

“I resent that wording and I could take him right now and I wouldn’t need a gun to do it.”

Jon acted interested and looked at Jason, putting on his best innocent curious face.

“What would you need?”

Jason fell again, much to Jon’s delight, and replied.

“Katey Perry playlist, a surround sound-system, and a crowbar.”

Jon put on his best shocked face and turned his tone lighter.

“Really? It’s that easy?”

Jason smirked and leaned down.

“Like a cat in the fucking bathtub.”

“But, I mean, if he’s so easily bodied by you, why would you fear saying yes? Why wouldn’t you contradict him on the FroYo thing?”

Jason considered it and looked both ways. Knowing his reputation was on the line he pulled a twenty out of his vest and held it out to Jon.

“Here you go, young Kent.”

“Thank you.” Jon said sweetly, about to walk away before turning on his heel.

“Oh, I forgot one thing. Thank you, and, WE GOT ‘IM!”

Bruce, who was standing behind Jason, placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down to whisper.

“What was that about Katey Perry?”

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Part two! The pendent left behind.

“Excuse me?” Jason said back, a bit disbelieving. 

“What? It’s simple.” The boy said back, crossing his arms with a huff. He looked at the taller man and pointed to the crossbow.

“Just shoot it already.”

“Excuse you, no one tells me what to kill. Or when. Not some child, not some pice of jewellery, no one.” Jason said back, thrusting the arm with a crossbow out as he spoke. Unfortunately, the wepon fired shooting one of the men in the head. The child hummed.

“No one. Wow, that lasted about five seconds. You gonna finish the job, misfire?”

He sassed back, crossing his arms and looking up at Jason. Jason glared at the child.

“Don’t call me that- and I guess I have to now huh? Brat.” Jason took care of the other three guys, before glaring down at the child still looking at him.

“So how do I fix this?” He asked, gesturing to the face that he looked like a divine being. 

“Just said you’ve dealt with it.”

“What?”

“Idiot. Tell the pendent you’ve delt with it.”

“That’s stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Brat-“

“Just deal with it!”

“….fine.” 

Jason did do as the child said, even if he felt more then a little stupid. When he did it flashed again and the pendent settled against his chest. He tore it off, much to the child’s amusement.

“You can’t do that.” 

Jason glared at the child.

“Yeah? Watch me.” He said, reeling back and throwing the pendent far away as he could. He heard the pendent clutter and a smashing noise as it fell down the drain. The child laughed at him, putting his hand on his mouth.

“Oh- oh your a riot.” He grinned.

“What are you laughing at? I threw the stupid thing away.”

“Oh, yeah. Check yourself.”

Jason stared at the child with a glare, looking down and seeing the pendent again. He nearly jumped out of his skin. 

“The fuck?-“

“It’s chosen you. The last person with it left it to you, you can’t get rid of it. Least not for a couple of years.”

Jason cursed, looking at it. This was bullshit, he didn’t ask for this! Wait-

“But my da- nevermind.” Bruce had given it to him. Did Bruce know what it was? He had to have. But- then he’d have to talk about Bruce. And he didn’t want to acknowledge him. Or his death. And that slip up… Bruce. Not dad. 

He refused to acknowledge the small child as he walked home, ending patrol early. The child followed him, seemingly unbothered. He just kept talking about nothing at all, Jason getting more and more ticked off.

“Can you just fuck off, kid?” 

The child smiled up at him, enjoying himself.

“Nope!”

“Why?”

“Attached to the pendent. Your stuck with me, misfire.”

part one

Supergiant's Odysseus has grown on me but there was a missed opportunity.

edit: There's more now

Technoblade, 300 years old warrior still in his prime, getting his first crush ever because he's demisexual and Dream was the first person in three centuries to hit the mark just right: Phil! You're married. How do I rizz up someone I like?

Phil, thousand year old angel of death who has been married for most of his life: the way I did it was I went to her altar and did a dance with my wings I copied from another bird

Dream, later on seeing Techno flail his arms outside his house: ...why is this kinda hot?

Mer au JL:

(Btw they haven’t met Bruce yet, Superbat centric.)

Open to any suggestions about others but have only planned Bruce and Clark’s species.

Bruce: Flashlight fish mer. Google those fish, their cuties.

Clark: Humphead Maori Wrasse Mer. Ok. I know the fish is ugly, but it’s large, a reef fish, its colours are beautiful, and the tail type is what I’m looking for. If you goggle it, I pray for your very soul. Don’t focus on its head to hard.

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“Clark, you’re going to miss the meeting.” Arthur said, sighing in exasperation and looking to the other Mer, who didn’t seem to care at the moment.

Clark sighed, looking over his shoulder as he kept his body facing the reef.

“Ok, I get it. But I’ll be there! I just need to check this out first, we’ve had no idea what this is, but someone’s spotted the black thing, can I At least scout it out? Kay, thanks, bye Arthur!”

Clark finished, not letting Arthur start and darted down into the brush anyway.

“Clark! Come back- Jesus.” Arthur mutters, going on about something like ‘arrogant prick’ before going off to Atlantis to take care of himself before the meeting.

Clark swam through the reef, looking to the pad on which the location of the last sighting of the entity was found. 

A few weeks ago, they had started getting reports of a big entity swimming around the reef, long, but people have only reported glimpses of black scales with an iridescent purple and blue sheen.

But every time they came to check it out the thing had just disappeared. But Clark got this notification less than an hour ago, he had time to explore.

And he’d been looking for this for a very long time.

He got to the sight of the reef and begin to scout out the area. It was in the darker parts of the reef, close to where the trenches were. Arthur had said that going down there was basically suicide, and that’s why most mer’s steered away from it.

 He smelt the faint scent of blood in the water and followed it, till he saw that flash of black with the small purple shimmer the water reflected around it. Clark stiffens and takes a breath, before slowly and silently inching out from behind the coral to see what it was. He didn’t expect it to be another Mer.

Most mer’s didn’t have dark scales. Well, reef mer’s. It normally went darker scales the deeper they went. But Clark had never seen black scales before. A soft breath left his mouth in the sound of a ‘hah.’

The other Mer clearly heard him and whipped around, blue eyes focusing on blue.  The other had short black hair and pale skin, blood on his chin from his meal. A whole ass shark lay behind him, Clark chuckled nervously.

“Uh- you’ve got a little, something, on your chin right there?”

The other instantly spooked and took off, fleeing at speeds Clark hadn’t seen in a long time, with deliberation that was a little startling. Clark gave chase, weaving through the colourful coral blurring as the two passed.

“Stop running!” Clark shouted, trying to reach him. 

The other Mer dipped under a pice of coral and speeding to the other side of it. It was a small opening Clark definitely couldn’t for through, he swam above it and looked from above, trying to find the exit to the crevice in which the other went through.

 He saw the other start to emerge and waited till he was put to swim down and pin him to the reef bed. 

The other was very startled when he felt the grab, and threw his body weight back against Clark, turning and managing to throw him half off. Clark grabbed him in a sort of headlock and the other wrapped his tail around Clark, the appendage trapping Clark as the other Mer threw him, then grabbing his neck with a gasp.

Clark rolled over and back to his bearings, looking at the Mer in front of him. He tried to put his hand up in a sort of placation, attempting to calm the other.

“Hey, hey. I’m not going to hurt you; I’m just here to- “

What was he here to do really. It was mostly his job to now take this one somewhere and find out his agenda. If he had one. It really didn’t matter what he said, actually. It was quite clear the other had no idea what he was saying.

“Wait- what’s your name?” Clark asked the other, swimming closer. The other met tried to back up, but his back hit the coral, and he just stared fowrd at Clark. The other mer attempted to scare Clark off him by flashing his scales, in a sort of warning. Clark was entranced on the other hand. He had never seen a Mer do anything like that before, and it fascinated him.

“Woah, how did you do that?” He asked, swimming closer and reaching for the others fin mindlessly. In which he then got slapped across the face by his tail fin. Clark paused, then looked at him sheepishly.

“Probably deserved that, huh?”

Clark hummed, then gently grabbed a lionfish out of the reef. He had interrupted the others meal, and they were an invasive species here anyways. He wasn’t sure if the other would go for it, but when he stretched his hand out in offering it was very hesitantly grabbed the fish as teeth sharper then Clark had seen in a long time tore through the fishes’ scales.

And he couldn’t help but be morbidly fascinated.

“You have no clue what I’m saying, huh?” he mumbled, going to sit next to the eating Mer but got a glare. He inched away till the glares topped. He ended up sitting a good three feet away.

“I’m going to call you Bruce. You can’t understand me either way, I’m Clark.”

Bruce looked up at him, black hair floating slightly around his head like a dark ink crown, contrasting so very much with his pale skin. Eyes bluer than the water itself met Clarks as he tilted his head, pearly black scales glinting as he flicked his tail in mild intrigue.

Clark seemed quite pleased when Bruce’s gaze fell on him in the least hostile way it had in a while. He nodded, pointing to himself.

“Mhm. I’m Clark.” He said, grinning, he pointed to Bruce, who twitched as his face scrunched up slightly. “and I’m calling you Bruce till you figure out how to communicate your real name to me.”

Bruce decided to ignore him for the moment, teeth ripping back into the fish’s flesh as he ate, ever really keeping one eye off Clark. When the meat had been stripped off its bones he paused, then looked to Clark as if offended. He stared at the other, as if expecting something.

Clark, upon realising he was probably still hungry, smiled and went to grab another fish, seemingly unbothered by the nonverbal order he was given. He yanked it out of a hole in the coral and swam up to Bruce, offering out his hand for him to grab it again. Bruce snatched it without hesitation this time, teeth sinking back into the food. After a while of snacking, he looked at Clark, and when Bruce saw it was getting dark, he slinked away before Clark could catch him, into the darkness. The only thing he saw was the outline of the body that belonged to Bruce stop, and flash. As if a belligerent thanks. And Clark didn’t give chase. He had a feeling he’d be seeing the strange Mer again very soon.

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Holy fucking shit he missed the meeting-

thanks for the read! next part is out, heres the link:

Chapter Two: Clark almost gets caught. Bruce tries to communicate with him.

Part three linked: Bruce shows off his pup and Clark learns to communicate.

chapter four: Clark finds the family. Bruce needs a nap.

Mer JL au:

Barry: Indo-Pacific Sailfish.

(These baby boys are the speedsters of the ocean, and their really cute. I love them, I love him, it works. I’m a big fish person if you can’t tell. And the retractable fin can be purple or blue, and its interchanges with the weather for him. Fast as flip boi.)

Dick/Richard: Four-Winged Flying Fish.

(I know everyone says he’s a flying fish, and I agree! But I’d prefer if people started naming which one. i know there’s at least six different types of flying fish, and I’d like that acknowledged. Anyway, I think the four wing suits him best. Their more powerful and look much cooler. Thanks for coming to my ted talk.)

Hi! Author’s note, thank you for all your support for the first part and second part of my story! I’m really glad you all are enjoying and apologise for the late chapter, I’ve just been de-motivated and tired. But I hope you enjoy either way! Please LMK any ideas, enjoy part three!

Every part I think I’m just going to try to add two more species of Mer, like I did in the first part. The first part will be linked under the people who asked to be tagged, if you want to be tagged PM me.

Tagged:

@ancientdreams-in-a-modernland

Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.

Chapter Two: Clark almost gets caught. Bruce tries to communicate with him.

chapter four: Clark finds the family. Bruce needs a nap.

Enjoy the story!

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The meeting, in fact, was a fluke. It was called automatically when one of the members got hurt and it sent out an alert which called the meeting. Barry didn’t get hurt per se. he just decided it’d be a fun idea to try out-swim a boat and crashed into it. So, the alarm went off because he got a blood nose. Clark was upset but decided to just continue on with his day.

He went back to the reef daily to look for Bruce. He honestly missed the other, they never really spoke, but he felt listened to when they were together. Well, he liked to think he was listened to. He had spent the morning in his apartment writing a report. It wasn’t the most fun, but by the time lunch rolled around he was definitely ready for a break.

He heads off on his way to the reef again, holding his pad and trying to memorize the flash pattern he figured out last time from Bruce. When he got there, he weaved in and out of coral, taking note of the damage, it had sustained. “not good,” Clark mumbled, running his fingers over a part that had a particularly nasty gash in it. He winced.

Clark saw a flash of black and turned with a grin. Seems Bruce had been looking for him too. Bruce sat perched on a piece of coral, looking down his nose at Clark intimidatingly, as if still trying to show Clark they weren’t buddy-buddy. Clark thought Bruce was being funny, a little bit dramatic. Until he saw a flash of silver behind the other. Peaking over Bruce’s shoulder was a Mer-pup, no older than 12, starring at Clark. He clearly wasn’t the same species of Bruce, not even close to it.

Dick was a four-winged flying fish Mer, silvery blue in colour and absolutely stunning. He had short, thick and plentiful black hair like a dark crown contrasting with his tan skin. He had a freckle under his eye, and when he made eye contact with Clark he waved slightly, wings twitching absentmindedly.

Clark waved back, staring at the pup. He was surprised Bruce had a pup, let alone one that seemed too attached to him. He was about to speak but heard a quiet. “hello.” From Dick. Clark didn’t know he could talk. “Uh- hi? What’s your name? kid?” he asked, about to swim closer, Bruce coiled himself. He was normally ok with Clark, but this was the first time Bruce brought his pup to meet him. He was a bit more hostile than usual.

Dick frowned and nuzzled under Bruce’s chin till he calmed down, before responding. “I’m Richard. But everyone calls me Dick.” He said, grabbing Bruces hand.

“My dad told me you’ve been meeting with him?” Dick asked, curious.

“Yeah,” Clark said feeling slightly confused, but mostly intrigued. “You can communicate with him? How?”

“Flashes,” Dick said, pointing at Bruces tail. As id sensing it, Bruce twitched his tail, flicking Dicks finger while Dick chuckled.

“I had to learn to decipher them quick, you know? He did take me in.”

Clark’s expression softened at Dicks words, eyes flicking to Bruce, who looked at Clark as if daring him to hurt his baby. “So, he isn’t your biological dad?”

Dick held back a laugh at that, staring at Clark. “Were two different species completely? That’s ridiculous. He took me in when my parents passed. Even if he doesn’t speak English, he understands it. He’s a good dad. For the most part.”

Clark smiled. It was cute, seeing the small bright pup talking to his dad. Who was currently eyeing Clark like if he fucked up his guts would decorate the ocean floor. Clark knew he was being tested. And he was not going to lose this time. Not now, not ever.

“You hungry, kid?” he asked with a smile. “oh, yeah! Dad said the fish here are good. And that he doesn’t have to catch them because you do- “

Bruce covered dicks face with his tail, a small flush dusting his cheeks.

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Bruce flashed, giving the pup a look, as he made an embarrassed face. Dick huffed and stuck his tongue out, but Clark got the idea and went to go grab some fish.

Clark knew the other adult was embarrassed, but he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he hunted. He was slowly building trust with the other. He knew Bruce talked- well communicated with his kid about him when they were home. He knew Bruce had a kid now. Hell, since dick spoke English maybe he could get dick to write what the flashes were- or even just the key so he could learn to talk with Bruce on his own.

When Clark got back, he gave dick a fish and Bruce the rest. Bruce, as per normal, ate in regal silence. Simply enjoying his meal. He reluctantly let Clark sit next to his Pup, eyeing the two frequently as they spoke. But Bruce knew his pup needed someone to talk to. Especially if he couldn’t offer that part to him. So he let the two talk.

Meanwhile Dick and Clark were working. Clark had handed Dick his JL pad. Probably against the protocol, he knew it. But he took it to the personal notes side. Dick had walked him through what the flashes meant, helping write down some of the basic words then a key for an alphabet. Dots were short and sharp flashes, lines were flashes that lasted a second, after each letter the light would flicker, and after a word the flashing would stop for three full seconds. 

It was incredibly helpful to Clark.

Dick did enjoy his fish, not as much as his dad but he had a thought that his dad came here mostly to look at the other, bright mer. The fact that his father was an excellent hunter was not lost on him.

When it got dark dick said his goodbyes, smiling at Clark and tagging along with his father as they swam off. Clark was about to turn and leave when he caught Bruce’s eye. Bruce had looked over his shoulder to Clark, and Clark felt the air knocked out of him when before Bruce disappeared with his pup into the dark, he smiled at Clark softly.

And gave him a little wave.