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(crossposting from x, bsky, & ig)

Superbly was 16 weeks old when they found him. He’s so intelligent. He’s my favourite fetus.

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I didn’t know I could ask myself questions :0

Part four of Jon and the Wayne’s: poker night.

“Alright,” Jason said, grinning. “Place your bets, demon.”

Damian glared at him, hands tightening on his cards. “I am not losing to you again, you human scratching post.”

Tim hummed absentmindedly sitting next to Jason, more focused on his book then on the game.

“Wow. You guys are really mean at this game.”

Damian looked to Dick, taking a sip of his water while assessing his cards.

“Grayson, are you in?”

Rick smiled, putting his cards down with a hum. “Oh I fold harder than if my own weapon shatters my skull, Dami.”

“Wow.” Jason rolled his eyes, looking over his hand at Dick. 

“Dramatic much?”

“Okay.” Damian said with a sigh after assessing his cards. “I’m in. Duke?”

“I thought I mentioned I’m not very good at this game.” Duke mumbled. It didn’t help that his eyes lit up every time he got a really good hand. He tried sunglasses but they reflected his hand to everyone else.

“Ok.” Tim said, still not putting down his book. “I’m all in.”

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose, looking over at the other. “You don’t have any money left.”

Tim shrugged. “Oh, I know. I just didn’t want to leave the circle yet.”

“And I call it,” Jason said, turning his head to Damian. “What do you got?” 

Damian smirked and looked up, putting his cards down. “Watch out disappointments, because I am straight.”

Tim snarked under his breath.

“Not what Jon thinks.” 

Before Damian could kill him Jason cleared his throat.

“Well hope back in that closet because I have a full house, bitch.” 

“God damn it!” Damian said, throwing his cards down in a huff.

“There there Dami it’s alright.” Dick smiled, rubbing his back.

Damian hugged at him and looked through his lashes scathingly.

“That was my budget for more animals.”

Dick gasped and turned to Jason with a frown.

“You barsterd.”

“Go cry to Wally about it.” Jason monotoned at dick.

“Can I please be done now?” Duke asked, sitting back.

“Yeah, I’m done too.” Damian scoffed.

“I’ll keep playing.” Tim said absently.

“You don’t have any money.” Jason scoffed.

Tim thought for a minute.

“I could beg my suit-“

Jon walked in to find the other sitting on the floor of the batcave. He went over to dick and sat down next to him. “Hey, what are you guys doing?”

“Getting robbed.” Damian snarked.

“Hey kid,” Jason asked, turning to his new victim. “You know how to play?”

Jon stared at him blankly, pausing before saying airily.

“I don’t remember.”

“You got money on you?”

“Yeah.”

“Sit down I’ll deal you in.”

Dick turned incredulously to Jason.

“Wha- hello? What do you think you’re doing?”

Tim looked up, folding his books page.

“I don’t think he knows how to play Jay.” 

Jason turned to face Tim, raising an annoyed eyebrow.

“So? You don’t know how to play this game either-“

Dick cut Jason off with a scoff.

“Yeah! And now he has no money.”

“It’s ok.” Tim said. “I don’t need to buy… food.” He trails off, thinking.

“It seems you maaay be trying to take advantage of him.” Duke mused.

“That’s not very honourable, Todd.” Damian said.

“Yeah, yeah. Ok kid, I bet 100.” Jason said, turning back to Jon who was inspecting his cards.

Jim looked up blankly, before responding.

“Hmm. I guess also a hundred.”

Dicks head snapped to Jon.

“Woah- hey kid no-!”

“No interrupting.” Jason shot at dick.

“What do you got?”

Jon looked at his cards, before looking back up. He turned them. “Is this anything?”

“Oh.” Tim said. “Hey he won.” 

“No he didn’t.” Jason sighed.

“Oh.” Tim said, picking up his coffee. “Hmm. I don’t know how to play.

“And I have two pairs. So I’ll be taking that.” Jason said, leaning into the middle and scooping up the money. He grabbed the deck.

“Jason! This is disgraceful.” Damian said, glaring at him.

“I don’t think you’re being very fair.” Tim shrugged.

Jason rolled his eyes and dropped a fifty in Tim’s lap. “Shut up, go buy yourself something pretty.”

Tim nodded, pocketing it. “Ah. Hey thanks.”

“Can we play again?” Jon asked.

“Kid,” Jason smirked. “If you’ve got money we can play all day if you want.”

“No! No. Ok? I am putting a stop to this.” Dick said, standing up. 

“You back up,” Jason started. “Or I’ll tell Wally how much money you lost.”

“…sitting dooooown. Carry on.” Dick smiled, strained.

“Exactly.” Jason turned to Jon. “You bet first kid.”

Jon looked at his cards, merely a glance.

“Ummmm. Can I bet 500?”

“Woah.” Tim said, eyes widening as he finally put down his book and picked up his mug, ready to watch this tv shit.

“Kid, why?!” Dick asked, exasperated and concerned. 

“Mmm.” Jon said, unfazed. “500s my favourite number.”

“Okay,” Jason said nodding. He was getting into this. “I raise you, 200.” He said, thinking that was a high bet.

Without pausing or faltering Jon just said.

“I raise you 500.”

“Uggh.” Damian huffed, knowing his best friend was loosing all his money.

“Oh my god!” Dick groaned, massaging his temples.

“And I call it,” Jason said, smirking at the newbie. “You ready for this?”

Dick on the side sighed.

“Please god tell me you have nothing.”

“Four of a kind.”

There was audible groaned around the room as Jason leaned forward to collect his money.

“How do you even look yourself in the mirror Jason.” Damian snarked.

“Like this.” Jason said, then flipped them off with a smile.

“That’s true actually.” Tim said, “I’ve seen him doing that.”

“Nice try kid?” Jason smirked, putting his hand on the pile. “We can try again if you want-“

Jon placed his hand on Jason’s, eyes glinting and that blank expressing staying the same, but with a new aura.

“I have a royal flush.”

 The room went dead silent.

“Huh?” Dick finally broke the silence. Damian just gaped at his friend.

Jason stared at the cards in front of Jon, fuming.

“What”.

“Pretty sure that’s the highest.” Jon said, letting himself a smile. “Four of a kind is only the third highest.”

“Uhmm.” Dick said, unsure what to do.

Tim looked quizzical and questioned.

“I thought you said you didn’t know how to play?”

“Did I?” Jon asked, folding his money and counting the bet.

“I can’t remember.”

“Did you just hustle me.” Jason growled, glaring.

Jon looked at him, and smiled.

“I don’t know Jason.” He quipped. “Did I?”

“He hustled you!” Dick whisper yelled happily.

“This games more fun then I thought.” Duke said offhandedly.

“You sneakily little punk ass.” Jason said, stareing at him.

“Oh, and Jason.” Don said friendly.

“You might want to check the mirror you’ve got some egg on your face.”

“Ohhh! He’s dead!” Dick celebrated.

“Well done Jonathan.” Damian said, offering him a quickly masked smile.

“He hustled you! You idiot!” Dick cackled.

“Shut up!” Jason spat, embarrassed. 

“Haaaah.” Dick wheezed.

“I can’t breath-“

part before this: Jon sets Jason up.

part after this: Bruce is an accident or slut

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Part three: stinging Jason todd

Part two of Jonathan and the Wayne’s!

Dick rushed into the room, slamming open the door and startling a Jon who was about to try fix his fan. Hon knew there was no superpowers in the house so he had gotten a ladder and was holding rope attached to said ladder to steady himself. 

When dick burst in he promptly fell off the ladder hitting his head on the bed. Probably damaging the bed more than he did himself.

“Ah- you idiot, what is it dickhead?”

Dick, who still looked panicked, flung out his hand and held Jon’s shoulder.

“No jonathan! Don’t do it!”

Jon paused, mind blanking.

“Ok.” He said, tilting his head.

“Do what?”

“I got your text message!” Dick gasped out, trying to catch his breath.

“ ‘thanks for everything?!?!’ “

“Yes.” Jon said, not getting the point.

“I just felt like thanking you. For, well, everything.” He shrugged.

“Wait so you’re good?” Dick paused.

“Yes, why?”

“Well I might have misinterpreted your actions-“ dick started before Tim burst in.

“Take him down, semper fi!”

“Agh-“

Dick clasped his hands in his lap and looked to the sideways nervously.

“And told the family group chat .”

“Live Jonathan!” Tim yelled, doing some real shitty cpr onto the hybrids chest.

“Live! Jonathan, you are loved!”

“Why does ‘love’ feel like fucking kryptonite?” Jon said, voice warbling as he was thrust back and forth.

Dick grabbed his shoulders pulling Tim back.

“No, timcicle, it’s fine, he’s good.” Dick sighed, as Tim got off a heaving Jon who rolled to his side and onto his arms. Pushing himself up.

Tim, looked over at dick, offended. Then back to Jonathan.

“You mean I touched him for nothing? Give me five dollars.”

Jon paused, an annoyed expression flitting his face before he handed it over.

“Here.”

Tim grabbed it, despite being stinking rich clutching it like it was a comfort.

“Capitalism had softened the blow.”

Stephanie burst in next, holding some of Alfred’s cookies, looking genuinely worried. Shoving the other two men past she thrust the jar in Jonathan’s face.

“Here, comfort foods! Your ok!”

“Wha- so many baked goods?” Jon said, tilting his head.

Cassandra who was standing at the door yelled.

“It’s not working! Somebody ruin his dad’s day! The petty revenge will make him feel better!”

“No guys, it’s ok!” Dick yelled, looking around.

“No it’s not, dick!” Stephanie gasped, looking at Jon.

“lol at him! He looks terrible!”

“But this is not of my better days?” Jon whispers to himself.

Damian walked into the room, already talking before surveying the carnage.

“Jonathan, I have revived a disturbing text message so I am willing to let you-“ he said before stoping and seeing his siblings.

“We’ll come back to this later.” Damian said abruptly thinking of something else he could do instead of his planned thought.

Jonathan looked at Damian, trying o adjust his yellow beanie.

“I’m confused on what’s happening- ow! Why’d you slap me?” He asked, looking up at Damian.

Damian was gonna offer him a hug, but his siblings were here. So no affection must be showed.

“Because you tried to hurt me cr- friend.”

“What? But I’m your friend- I’m your friend?”

Jon said the last part looking at Damian with hopeful eyes. 

“It was a false alarm Damian.”

“Oh.” Damian turned back to Jon.

“Go fuck your self then, never mind.”

He said, about to walk out.

“Ignore that.” Dick said, shooting Damian a look. “We’re happy you’re ok Jonathan.”

“Thanks but,” Jon started, looking up.

“Am I really so fragile that you think even the slightest provocation will send me hurtling into taking my own life?”

“Considering the circumstances of how you came to live with us, yes.”

Jon paused, then frowned.

“Oh.” He said softly, then Damian yanked his beanie down.

“Hey!”

“That’s for making my friend sad!”

“This cycle is vicious!”

part one: Jon the weed dealer.

so has anyone seen that tiktok of two odysseus/hamilton cosplayers outside in the hurricane. because i have

Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter one, heart.

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Now, Clark didn’t obsessively keep an ear on Bruce’s heartbeat, even if it was in his nature. But when he knew Bruce was in the area, he’d check it every time, without fail. What could he say? He loved that man. so, when he called for the league in a battle, and he didn’t hear Bruce’s heartbeat when he turned up, he almost had a full-on heart attack. 

When he turned to look at Bruce and didn’t see him instantly, he panicked. Doing a 360, he saw no Bruce, before he homed in on a figure. It definitely had the same stature as Bruce, just… in a new suit? Huh. Bruce barely ever changed his suit- especially not to something like… like it looked there, less heavy, almost like he didn’t have to worry about being injured now. It didn’t have Kevlar or body armour; it was superhero clothes with awesome branding. Sure, he was Batman, and it was probably something, but it didn’t feel like that. It felt stupidly vulnerable.

He landed next to Bruce, who was conversing with barry, and pulled him aside, ignoring the explosion in the background.

“Are you ok?” Clark asked him, looking at his boyfriend with obvious concern.

“Of Couse I am, why?” Bruce responded, no hesitation at all. That was good, right?

Clark put his hand over Bruce’s chest, eyebrows furrowing and looking at the other with genuine concern.

“I can’t hear your heartbeat. Why can’t I hear your heartbeat Br- batman?” Clark caught himself with the name before it spilled. He expected Bruce to lecture him on that but that wasn’t nearly Bruce’s biggest concern at the moment.

Bruce stiffened, bitting his cheek and cursing internally. Flash had a similar reaction, but it went unnoticed as Bruce went to think of something on the spot. “new suit.” He settled on finally. “Made of a new material. You can’t hear through it.”

Clark would’ve thought it impossible, but he knew to trust Bruce on these things. Instead, he nodded and flew back up, grabbing a piece of shrapnel thrown and throwing it right back.

Barry looked at Bruce, with a wince seeing the expression on the others face. Barry knew. He had been there at the accident when it took place, having had called Bruce to help him with a villain. He could’ve called anyone else, but Bruce was like the league guy. Whenever there was a problem, he was called. Barry really wished he called Clark now.

It had been a terrible accident. They were infiltrating a new lab Barrys villain set up, before realising this was much bigger. This particular lab was being used to combine magic with science, not by letting it coexist. But by merging those partials with literal magic they drained from an artefact. Dark magic actually. And it was dangerously unstable.

Bruce had told barry to hold a button down, and barry did! Bur god he wished he could’ve held it for longer. Bruce had gone out and grappled to the top of the ceiling to get to the main access Pannel above the super collider, but barry had seen the villain. And barry had had to doge for his own safety, but that button was keeping it from dissolving everything. And when barry dodged he let go of the button. A particular stray beam hit the grapple, and Bruce fell into the midst of the beam, dead on impact.

But that magic had needed a host.

So, the science aspect created a new body.

Well, not a new body. Just this one. Bruces body atoms regenerated every few seconds, just making themselves new. It didn’t need to pump its own blood anymore, or breath. Because it just created the atoms he had rushing when he died back, even if he breathed on instinct. If Bruce’s body wasn’t peak physical condition before, it was now. But it wasn’t a body Bruce wanted.

When barry had checked Bruce’s pulse and found none, he assumed he killed the batman, panicking and ripping off the mask, desperate to see if he could save his friend. When Bruce’s eyes immediately went wide open, he nearly had a heart attack, eyes still over the pulse but getting none. He was wondering if it was muscle spasms before Bruce rubbed his head sitting up and asking what happened.

It did not take long for the two to figure out what happened, and it was an awful realisation. Everything felt so much duller to Bruce, not in the mental sense of course. But when he touched things, it was like they were muffled, everything tasted like nothing and he was never really warm unless someone else or something was providing him warmth, his body not really doing that itself anymore.

It of course made Bruce a better batman, but he didn’t want It at the cost of his humanity. He didn’t wear body armour because he couldn’t get hurt. He changed his suit because without wearing the perforce for the core, a small gem barry had helped him poke a hole through and put on a chain, the power he was given from the fusion would go haywire, and he didn’t want that power. He was batman. Not someone who relied on their powers.

A piece of shrapnel came towards the two and barry stepped out of the way and it cut Bruce’s arm off. Who sighed and counted to ten as a black Smokey, shadowy substance engulfed the place where his arm used to be, and pulled away to show a new, exact copy of his limb. Bruce sighed, barry made a face.

“Still disgusting that happens man.” Barry said, holding his arms up.

Bruce crossed his over his chest and glared at the other.

“Thanks, I’m so sorry my death has disgusted you. Maybe you should have a go at it sometime? Because now I have to slowly break the news, I’m dead to the best person I know and somehow keep it from my family, so they don’t either freak out, or morn. I’m still here! Just different. Ok?”

“Your much more emotional than you used to be.”

“of course I am! I’m dead! Your dead lucky Clark doesn’t use his hearing during fights.”

“Heh. Dead lucky.”

“Grow up.”

As barry ran off to go help the fight, Bruce paused before looking at the team. He was more like them now then before, weirdly powerful. But he didn’t want it.

He never asked to die, and he really didn’t want to tell the person he loved he was like this. But hey if there was one part Bruce liked? He travelled between the dead and the living. He got to see people he long lost, no one that far back yet, but they were further away then those who recently passed. And this way? Being basically immortal? Him and Clark could live forever.

(Authors note, I like to think that since the Kryptonian planet is so far away from the sun in this universe, that people just live longer. One Kryptonian year is fifteen human ones, because they revolve less around the sun, and their life span equates to 150 years so time that by fifteen. I know it’s ridiculous, but I want my babies to live forever. And it's my story, screw people who don’t accept the immersion. And since Bruce can travel in between Plaines he’ll still be seeing Clark when he passed, and his great-great-great grandchildren.)

(Also, this is just part one. I'll be tagging the same people in part two, if you want to be tagged for the next part tell me, and i hope you enjoyed!)

(One more time, will add link for second when its written.)