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Summary: Bruce begins to visit John regularly in Arkham. John isn’t the only one who starts to desperately depend on the visits.
AN: Episode 5 tore my heart into tiny little pieces and then the post credits scene stapled a couple of the pieces back together. I guess this fic has been one of my ways of coping with it. This was based on my personal playthrough, so Alfred has left and Tiffany is no longer in the picture, leaving Bruce pretty much all alone except for John. A lot of this fic is based on my own headcanons as to where John and Bruce might be heading in the future, but I hope that some of you still get some enjoyment and emotional healing out of it.
The full story is available under the cut. Fair warning: this one is pretty long.
VISITING HOURS
Bruce knew that after everything that had happened between himself and John Doe, most people, or at least most sane people would have stayed as far away from him as they possibly could.
He couldn’t though. No matter how much he told himself it would be the smart thing to do, Bruce just couldn’t bring himself to stay away. He cared about John far too much to do that. Besides, what did the two of them have now if they didn’t have each other?
The orderly that had shown Bruce to John’s new cell announced his presence, and Bruce found himself suddenly gripped by a fresh wave of anxiety. It hadn’t really let up since he had left the manor that morning, which was now far too still and too empty for his liking. Bruce still wasn’t entirely sure how John was going to react to Bruce’s presence; whether he would welcome and accept Bruce’s visit, or whether he would simply tell Bruce to go away and leave him the hell alone. Bruce wasn’t sure what he was going to do if it was the latter.
A latch on the door slid back, revealing the smallest of windows through which John could peek through to see the outside world.
“Bruce!” he exclaimed, his eyes immediately lighting up as soon as they came to rest on him.
Bruce adjusted his tie, still feeling a little nervous, but then John’s face shifted into a wide grin; one of pure joy, and Bruce felt as though a ton of bricks had just been lifted from his shoulders; as though the darkest corners of the hallway had suddenly gotten just that little bit brighter.
Even if he had nothing else then at least he still had this.
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As mentioned in my notes, do give criticism on my work. As much as I appreciate kind messages, I do want to improve. I’ve studied creative for 3 years… which might not look like it in my work, but it’s still a thing, so if something sounds crap, let me know! :)
For the fake screenshots: Lucifer and alastor in the middle of fighting, but one of them has their hands all the way around the others waist. (who needs the busboy now that you've got the chef- you know it's not out of the question.) and they're just frozen, staring at charlie who just walked in and is very much regretting it.
(these are amazing and I want to learn the hh style more now, so I'm gonna. if you have any tips, do you think you could make a guide for learning the style or smthn? If not totally fine I just think ur cool)
here you go my dear! i appreciate the suggestion!
for tips?? honestly, use as many frames from the show as much as you can, bc you never know when a certain angle you need or background type is going to help with drawing out the ideas!!
I cant really tell how i do it just bc i suck ass at explaining,,,, but! if at some point you would like a speed draw of one of the ones i’ve drawn so far then i would be more than happy to send it to ya or post it!
other than that, thank you for the support! mwuah
Why do I actually love this so much and want it to become canon, help-
Credits to @Inglov5 on Twitter/x for image
It had to be done.
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Love this game. Great characters. The relationship between these two is personally my favorite part.