Bruce T. Wayne
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"The world only makes sense if you force it to."
NOT SNYDERVERSE.
MDNI (RP)
Penned by DA
SS consideration only w/ 2nd half of #AsYouWish
NOT SNYDERVERSE.
MDNI (RP)
Penned by DA
SS consideration only w/ 2nd half of #AsYouWish
"Thank you." The night before is still hazy, ans Bruce mostly sure that he was delusional about Clark and Superman being the same.
Had to be crazy.
He motions Clark in further, taking up a step next to him, leading the way to the dining room.
Had to be crazy.
He motions Clark in further, taking up a step next to him, leading the way to the dining room.
January 22, 2026 at 6:19 PM
"Thank you." The night before is still hazy, ans Bruce mostly sure that he was delusional about Clark and Superman being the same.
Had to be crazy.
He motions Clark in further, taking up a step next to him, leading the way to the dining room.
Had to be crazy.
He motions Clark in further, taking up a step next to him, leading the way to the dining room.
Favoring his left side a little bit, Bruce opens the door, masking the wince with a little smile. Overall, Bruce looks bad, but most assumed it was a bad night of partying.
And Clark looks amazing. Stunning, honestly. That's almost not fair.
"Come on in."
And Clark looks amazing. Stunning, honestly. That's almost not fair.
"Come on in."
January 22, 2026 at 6:05 PM
Favoring his left side a little bit, Bruce opens the door, masking the wince with a little smile. Overall, Bruce looks bad, but most assumed it was a bad night of partying.
And Clark looks amazing. Stunning, honestly. That's almost not fair.
"Come on in."
And Clark looks amazing. Stunning, honestly. That's almost not fair.
"Come on in."
📲 See you then.
January 22, 2026 at 5:22 PM
📲 See you then.
📲 6pm. Casual. Its just me.
January 22, 2026 at 4:24 PM
📲 6pm. Casual. Its just me.
📲Now you do.
Bruce and feelings?
Slippery and rocky slope.
Bruce and feelings?
Slippery and rocky slope.
January 22, 2026 at 2:43 PM
📲Now you do.
Bruce and feelings?
Slippery and rocky slope.
Bruce and feelings?
Slippery and rocky slope.
📲Believe it or not, I like spending time with you.
Nope. He sure doesn't know. At least not in the state he's in.
Nope. He sure doesn't know. At least not in the state he's in.
January 22, 2026 at 2:25 PM
📲Believe it or not, I like spending time with you.
Nope. He sure doesn't know. At least not in the state he's in.
Nope. He sure doesn't know. At least not in the state he's in.
📲What do you mean?
Alfred told him it was Superman, and he didn't have his number to thank him.
Alfred told him it was Superman, and he didn't have his number to thank him.
January 22, 2026 at 2:18 PM
📲What do you mean?
Alfred told him it was Superman, and he didn't have his number to thank him.
Alfred told him it was Superman, and he didn't have his number to thank him.
📲Felt bad making you drink that espresso yesterday.
Still, it puts a stupid smile on his face to see Clark enjoy it.
📲Alfred's making his famous roast for dinner. Would you like to come by?
Still, it puts a stupid smile on his face to see Clark enjoy it.
📲Alfred's making his famous roast for dinner. Would you like to come by?
January 22, 2026 at 2:03 PM
📲Felt bad making you drink that espresso yesterday.
Still, it puts a stupid smile on his face to see Clark enjoy it.
📲Alfred's making his famous roast for dinner. Would you like to come by?
Still, it puts a stupid smile on his face to see Clark enjoy it.
📲Alfred's making his famous roast for dinner. Would you like to come by?
Bruce wants to go in person to Clark, but his body is killing him. He barely made it to his office and Alfred repeatedly told him to stay home.
He hadn't.
So, Bruce instead couriers a cup of large cup of hot chocolate from a very niche café to Clark instead.
With a note that simply reads: - B
He hadn't.
So, Bruce instead couriers a cup of large cup of hot chocolate from a very niche café to Clark instead.
With a note that simply reads: - B
January 22, 2026 at 1:49 PM
Bruce wants to go in person to Clark, but his body is killing him. He barely made it to his office and Alfred repeatedly told him to stay home.
He hadn't.
So, Bruce instead couriers a cup of large cup of hot chocolate from a very niche café to Clark instead.
With a note that simply reads: - B
He hadn't.
So, Bruce instead couriers a cup of large cup of hot chocolate from a very niche café to Clark instead.
With a note that simply reads: - B
📲Alfred said you dropped by. Sorry, I wasn't there.
He leans back in his chair, holding the sunshine picture in one hand, still not sure if being involved with anyone was /fair/ to them.
He's a mess, and he knows it.
He leans back in his chair, holding the sunshine picture in one hand, still not sure if being involved with anyone was /fair/ to them.
He's a mess, and he knows it.
January 22, 2026 at 1:32 PM
📲Alfred said you dropped by. Sorry, I wasn't there.
He leans back in his chair, holding the sunshine picture in one hand, still not sure if being involved with anyone was /fair/ to them.
He's a mess, and he knows it.
He leans back in his chair, holding the sunshine picture in one hand, still not sure if being involved with anyone was /fair/ to them.
He's a mess, and he knows it.
that close to death?
His fingers hover Clark's name in his texts, his stupid little face in the corner of the screen.
He punches it up, Alfred's words about Clark coming by that evening with flowers ringing in his head.
Flowers.
📲Rude pants are off. I apologize.
His fingers hover Clark's name in his texts, his stupid little face in the corner of the screen.
He punches it up, Alfred's words about Clark coming by that evening with flowers ringing in his head.
Flowers.
📲Rude pants are off. I apologize.
January 22, 2026 at 1:05 PM
that close to death?
His fingers hover Clark's name in his texts, his stupid little face in the corner of the screen.
He punches it up, Alfred's words about Clark coming by that evening with flowers ringing in his head.
Flowers.
📲Rude pants are off. I apologize.
His fingers hover Clark's name in his texts, his stupid little face in the corner of the screen.
He punches it up, Alfred's words about Clark coming by that evening with flowers ringing in his head.
Flowers.
📲Rude pants are off. I apologize.
It's 8 am, and a drink is already in hand, Bruce downing pills to abate the pain away.
He's staring down at the little sunshine picture in his open planner, on his desk.
He can't remember a damn thing from the night before, just flashes of Superman's face, and morphing into Clark's.
Had he been-
He's staring down at the little sunshine picture in his open planner, on his desk.
He can't remember a damn thing from the night before, just flashes of Superman's face, and morphing into Clark's.
Had he been-
January 22, 2026 at 1:05 PM
It's 8 am, and a drink is already in hand, Bruce downing pills to abate the pain away.
He's staring down at the little sunshine picture in his open planner, on his desk.
He can't remember a damn thing from the night before, just flashes of Superman's face, and morphing into Clark's.
Had he been-
He's staring down at the little sunshine picture in his open planner, on his desk.
He can't remember a damn thing from the night before, just flashes of Superman's face, and morphing into Clark's.
Had he been-
Alfred was about to say something, but Clark was gone. It's not his place to tell either of them anything, as it were.
He places a hand on Bruce's chest, the rise and fall of it a little steadier.
"Idiots."
He places a hand on Bruce's chest, the rise and fall of it a little steadier.
"Idiots."
January 22, 2026 at 10:42 AM
Alfred was about to say something, but Clark was gone. It's not his place to tell either of them anything, as it were.
He places a hand on Bruce's chest, the rise and fall of it a little steadier.
"Idiots."
He places a hand on Bruce's chest, the rise and fall of it a little steadier.
"Idiots."
Alfred would like to admit.
"He'll be alright."
"He'll be alright."
January 22, 2026 at 3:18 AM
Alfred would like to admit.
"He'll be alright."
"He'll be alright."
"Catatonic? No." Alfred cleans the wound, and starts to sew the wound back up.
"But not the first time."
Once sewn up, Alfred gently guides Clark to lie Bruce flat again, and hooks him up to the Iv and blood.
"He donates to his own stash a few times a month. For this reason."
Happens more than-
"But not the first time."
Once sewn up, Alfred gently guides Clark to lie Bruce flat again, and hooks him up to the Iv and blood.
"He donates to his own stash a few times a month. For this reason."
Happens more than-
January 22, 2026 at 3:18 AM
"Catatonic? No." Alfred cleans the wound, and starts to sew the wound back up.
"But not the first time."
Once sewn up, Alfred gently guides Clark to lie Bruce flat again, and hooks him up to the Iv and blood.
"He donates to his own stash a few times a month. For this reason."
Happens more than-
"But not the first time."
Once sewn up, Alfred gently guides Clark to lie Bruce flat again, and hooks him up to the Iv and blood.
"He donates to his own stash a few times a month. For this reason."
Happens more than-
Bruce's brain is a fog, diving deep into the fever of delusion. He almost looks at peace.
Alfred hustles about around them, setting up the IV and then readies it, but first he must sew Bruce up.
"Csn you roll him to one side, Master Kent?" Alfred asks, knowingly.
Alfred hustles about around them, setting up the IV and then readies it, but first he must sew Bruce up.
"Csn you roll him to one side, Master Kent?" Alfred asks, knowingly.
January 22, 2026 at 2:57 AM
Bruce's brain is a fog, diving deep into the fever of delusion. He almost looks at peace.
Alfred hustles about around them, setting up the IV and then readies it, but first he must sew Bruce up.
"Csn you roll him to one side, Master Kent?" Alfred asks, knowingly.
Alfred hustles about around them, setting up the IV and then readies it, but first he must sew Bruce up.
"Csn you roll him to one side, Master Kent?" Alfred asks, knowingly.
Alfred is quick but deft with his movements, practiced and easy. Finally Bruce is down to the undercut, murmuring.
"There, there Master Wayne, you're at home." Alfred gives Superman a look, then hands his a towel.
"On the wound, tightly."
He runs off to retrieve bags of blood and his sewing kit.
"There, there Master Wayne, you're at home." Alfred gives Superman a look, then hands his a towel.
"On the wound, tightly."
He runs off to retrieve bags of blood and his sewing kit.
January 22, 2026 at 2:47 AM
Alfred is quick but deft with his movements, practiced and easy. Finally Bruce is down to the undercut, murmuring.
"There, there Master Wayne, you're at home." Alfred gives Superman a look, then hands his a towel.
"On the wound, tightly."
He runs off to retrieve bags of blood and his sewing kit.
"There, there Master Wayne, you're at home." Alfred gives Superman a look, then hands his a towel.
"On the wound, tightly."
He runs off to retrieve bags of blood and his sewing kit.
armor off him." Alfred starts with the boots, working with quickly.
January 22, 2026 at 2:32 AM
armor off him." Alfred starts with the boots, working with quickly.
Alfred is unsurprised to see Superman, and even more to see Batman in his arms.
Of course,he knew.
"Come. This way." Alfred leads Superman to the medical bay he has set up, a table cleared off quickly.
"Right here." Alfred pats Bruce's chest. "Master Wayen?"
Bruce is still.
"Help me get the-
Of course,he knew.
"Come. This way." Alfred leads Superman to the medical bay he has set up, a table cleared off quickly.
"Right here." Alfred pats Bruce's chest. "Master Wayen?"
Bruce is still.
"Help me get the-
January 22, 2026 at 2:32 AM
Alfred is unsurprised to see Superman, and even more to see Batman in his arms.
Of course,he knew.
"Come. This way." Alfred leads Superman to the medical bay he has set up, a table cleared off quickly.
"Right here." Alfred pats Bruce's chest. "Master Wayen?"
Bruce is still.
"Help me get the-
Of course,he knew.
"Come. This way." Alfred leads Superman to the medical bay he has set up, a table cleared off quickly.
"Right here." Alfred pats Bruce's chest. "Master Wayen?"
Bruce is still.
"Help me get the-
Bruce sighs, huffs, trying to get to his feet, blood pouring down the wound in his side, down his armor.
Superman. His eyes finally meet his, hazel on blue.
"Yeah. Yes."
He really he's for the wall for support, missing.
Superman. His eyes finally meet his, hazel on blue.
"Yeah. Yes."
He really he's for the wall for support, missing.
January 22, 2026 at 2:09 AM
Bruce sighs, huffs, trying to get to his feet, blood pouring down the wound in his side, down his armor.
Superman. His eyes finally meet his, hazel on blue.
"Yeah. Yes."
He really he's for the wall for support, missing.
Superman. His eyes finally meet his, hazel on blue.
"Yeah. Yes."
He really he's for the wall for support, missing.