We always talk about Clark being Bruce’s rock, the one who shows up and reminds him he doesn’t have to carry everything alone, but I really love flipping it.

Bruce somehow realizes Clark’s not okay and just… shows up at the Fortress unexpectedly. Clark barely has time to ask why he’s there before Bruce pulls him into a hug. Bonus points if Clark’s seated and Bruce, standing up, just holds his head against his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Clark holds it together for about two seconds before he starts shaking. When Bruce runs a hand through his hair and murmurs the same things Clark always tells him ("You don’t have to do this alone, I’ve got you") that’s when Clark finally breaks and sobs into him.

ok this is insanely cool

No tech CEO or NYT bestselling novelist will ever match the creativity of a humble French postman who decided on a whim to spend thirty-three years building a surreal, majestic palace with the bricks and mortar of his dreams.

Couple of interesting additions:

1. Ferdinand Cheval tripped over a stone and was inspired by its shape, eventually stating, "It represents a sculpture so strange that it is impossible for man to imitate, it represents any kind of animal, any kind of caricature. I said to myself: since Nature is willing to do the sculpture, I will do the masonry and the architecture."

Here's the tripped-over sandstone in question, which explains some of the abstract design:

Oh, and also:

2. He tripped and started this when he was 43.

a lot of my autism masking is just making myself more palatable for other people and my therapist said "does spock make himself 'more palatable' for others?" and had me promise to keep unmasking like:

i'm so fucking over it

Oh so you'd rather use eugenics on animals and abuse them instead? 🙄

i was about to get violent then i saw the handle im crying

Cannot consumption of AI be considered an art expression?

He was just absorbing them into his training set

Even tho it’s funny for Bruce to be bad at doing things. I want fics where Bruce is just GOOD at things, and I don’t mean things that show off his smarts. I want it to show off his natural athleticism.

Like just being good at skateboarding, or gymnastics (obviously not as good as dick), I wanna see his ass parkour up the side of a building. Random shit that the kids don’t think he’d be good at.

And they’d always being like “When tf did you learn that?!?” and he’s just like “I didn’t learn it” and then he tells them in the most obscure way possible that it goes with some training he did before being Batman and just drops some insane dad lore.

Jason shots Bruce part 2 (part 1)

"I'll never be able to go home-"

"Yes, you will."

"You don't fucking understand, he can't use his fucking hand right!"

"He doesn't care, he still wants you home, we all do."

"I fucked him up."

"You didn't!" Dick reassure, 2 steps away since Jason almost slashed him when he came too close.

They had been doing this back and forth for almost half an hour.

Dick had returned home to a wrecked cave, everything was turned over in some way, or thrown to the walls. The large computer screen was sparkling with a knife imbedded into the frozen page of the new schematics of the suit. Bruce sat in the middle of the chaos, one of the arms of the bad suit cradled in his good hand, while the arm itself looked like it had been put through a shredder.

The man didn't look worried, only puzzled and confused.

He didn't say who, but it was pretty obvious.

It wasn't hard to find him either.

"Please just talk to him Jay"

"I fucked it up Bird, he'll never forgive me like this."

"Yes, he will."

"How the fuck would you know?" It was taking everything in him to not simply lay down on the floor and have a panic attack. Bile felt like it was coming up his throat.

He had really disabled The Batman. He had shot his dad in the shoulder, and now he would never be able to use his hand right again.

"I know, because I fucked up too." Dick said, stepping closer, keeping his arms relaxed and his hands in view. "I know, because that suit is also modified because of me."

Jason was still hunched, his breath heaving roughly, but he focused. "The hell?"

Dick sat down against the wall, folded together with his knees tucked under his chin. "Since you came, you know he's especially irritable on rainy days." They all knew, it was what usually decided if they were going to ask him for favors or not, if it was raining. Jason had always thought it was because of the day of his parents death, it was raining then too. Maybe it would bring bad memories, or be the catalyst of nightmares like Jason's. Now, he wasn't so sure. "It's because he's got a really bad knife wound in his right knee," Dick heaved a sigh and looking up to meet Jason's eye. "which I gave him."

Flashes of Dick's scrunched up face every time they made fun of Bruce's moodiness, 'I didn't know it was raining' when Brue gave them attitude, or 'I hope it rains tomorrow' if he pissed them off more than usual. Dick never made those jokes.

"How?"

the physical cringe that went through both of their bodies seemed to mirror, not exactly the most subtle way to ask.

"A bit after I arrived, you know how I was." He gave a weird smile, trying to come off as happy but it looked more strained. "One night. It was bad." He shrugged, like that was the end of it.

"What? You just stabbed him?" Jason almost yelled, flopping down on the floor as well. His breathing had calmed, his focus now remaining on Dick, who had turned to pressing both of his palms so hard into his eyes that he no doubt had a spotty blurry vision.

He let his hands fall back to his side, but kept his eyes squeezed shut. "I was planning to sneak out, I had an actually good lead on Zucco, I packed everything, all my belongings and what I needed. I set off to do it aaand was caught before I left the manor." A nostalgic chuckle. "I hid on top of the bookshelves in the library, but because of my heavy bag I overbalanced and fell, Bruce rushed towards me and got there in time, I hadn't even noticed how hard I had been holding the end of the knife before I made contact with him."

The silence rang out, Jason knew exactly what injury that was. It was what he bet on when he ran from Batman jut a couple days ago. The man would rely on the grapple because his knee couldn't take the intense pressure after more than a few hours. He'd even caught his leg buckling more than once. It was why the padding in the suit was extra thick on one leg.

He'd even caused Bruce to stumble once or twice when throwing himself at him in the manor when he wasn't expecting it, when he didn't have enough time to properly brace the leg.

"That was you?"

Dick finally met his eye, a tight smile still present. "Yeah, he didn't even get it treated properly because he didn't want Alfred to find out. He was afraid he would finally have enough and make Bruce kick me out."

None of them said anything, not for a while. Not until both of their breathing were normal.

"He'll forgive you Jason, even if you don't think he should."

"Yours was years ago-"

"Tim almost blew his eardrum a little over half a year ago."

"What the fuck..."

"He was dozing off in the cave and accidently set off the timer for a shock grenade they were both working on. Bruce got there in time, but just enough to cover the kid. We thought he had lost his hearing completely, he didn't act right for two whole weeks."

When Jason again didn't answer, too busy being shocking about what the fuck was going on, Dick continued.

"The kid was so sure he was going to lose Robin forever, he came all the way to Blüd and stayed at mine while I was at the manor for 2 whole weeks while Bruce was trying to get him to calm down and come home."

"Bruce wouldn't-"

"Exactly, he wouldn't." Jason scowled and looked away before Dick carried on. "He forgave Tim too, let him feel helpful with redesigning the suit's audio system to accommodate for the deficiency."

Before he could say any more. "You don't think I'm gonna use this against him?"

That actually made Dick laugh, really laugh. "You're having a panic attack because you shot him more than you expected, no I don't think you're gonna use it against him." After a second, he shrugged. "More than he can handle at least."

Jason moved to get up, stopped by a hand clutching onto jacket. "Look, I know it'll take some time before anything can feel close to right again, but Bruce would never turn you away."

"See you around Big Bird."

I want Jason to shoot Bruce.

I want Bruce to already know it’s Jason that night.

I want Bruce to still trust Jason enough that when his shoulder piece of the suit was damaged, he replaced it with non-bulletproof kevlar.

I want Bruce to get irreversible nerve damage through his entire arm, but specifically making him unable to grip his hand together properly.

It’s not his dominant hand, he’ll be fine, he tells himself. But he can’t grip the utensil properly when he’s eating breakfast the next morning. He dropped his phone when trying to catch it from falling off the table.

He lies. That arm is perfectly fine, never better actually. It’s just the shock damage.

Dick doesn’t question it, other than a wary glance at the bandage peaking out at the top of the shirt Bruce is wearing.

Tim looks to Alfred, wanting the man to confirm his words, looking for hints of deception. Is it another test he’s supposed to figure out. When Alfred doesn’t move, he trusts Bruce too.

They both find out when Bruce is found drawing schematics for suit improvements to negate the nerve damage. Tweaking the grapple to have a different handle that won’t slip, a different release mechanism than a trigger he’s not strong enough to pull.

He lies again when questioned if it’s permanent.

Of course not, he just needs some PT and rest.

It’ll be good as new.

When a full week later and it’s just gotten worse, they stop pretending.

When Jason offered his hand to a downed Bruce.

He didn’t expect the man to fall down again when he let his grip loosen.

Bruce trusted Jason not to let go.

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I made a part 2

Finally I had an opportunity to draw my boy Red Hood with Roy! Very fun wild west take on both of the characters, It was super fun to figure out this piece. I also had the privilege to learn about the Native American culture with @staticpapersky ‘s guidance. Even something as simple as a belt have a lot of design and intricacies which is very interesting! Thank you for @staticpapersky for the opportunity to work on this comission!

Here she is, Diné Raven🌟

@strawrabbi guided me, I did my best. And hey, we made it X')

Hdhdjdji I love it!! 😻

Im my head the level of bullshit Batman has to deal with on a regular basis is on such a completely different level that nothing fazes him anymore.

He will be at a Justice League meeting and casually say that he will be unavailable for a few days because he's the judge for a custody case between Mr. Freeze, Penguin and one of Santa's elves.

The Justice League is extremely confused.

Who's the kid they're in a custody battle over?

Why hasn't social services been called?

Why are you the judge?!

Santa is real??!?

Bruce calmly explains that one of Santa's elves pet penguin somehow ended up in Gotham and mated with a penguin from Penguin's family. Then the baby ended up being adopted by Mr. Freeze. His name is Snowflake. He is the only certified judge that could do this case. No legal services court or otherwise didn't want to touch this mess. Plus he's the only one that knows everyone in this case properly enough to draw up a well informed conclusion.

The Justice League begins to understand why Batman is a bit paranoid. If this kind of thing can happen anything could.

We need more fun in the snow with Bruce and Clark. I remember that one otherworld comic where Bruce was all sad because Alfred "didn't like mess" and wouldn't let him play in the snow when he was a kid and to that I say NAY! Alfred would have definitely encouraged any and all kid things, especially after the Waynes died. And Clark would double on the encouragement because of course he would, this is Clark we're talking about. Always feed the inner child, and you will be happier because of it!

I have a little headcanon leftover from shennanigans where Clark and Bruce were childhood friends, and once Clark starts getting his powers he would most definitely fly over to Gotham the first big snow of the year and drag Bruce outside and they will make snowforts and commence icy war with one another.

Clark's fort is a little lopsided but very well made and covers a good six foot area nicely. He promises to not use his superspeed but Bruce knows he uses it just a little anyway by the slight blur of Clark's hand.

Meanwhile Bruce has made this labrinthyine maze of snow like proper trenches of war and he manages to pelt Clark and knock him from the air when he's caught off guard by some extra strong wind blowing their way. They go on like this for hours and hours until Bruce's face is red and even Clark is feeling a little chilly, and Alfred convinces them to go inside for some cocoa and lunch because they really should take a break by now.

And Alfred doesn't comment about how this was supposed to be a school day. He hasn't seen Bruce smile like this in ages. What's one tardy on the record every year?

They don't stop doing the snow forts when they get older, either. The kids just start joining in and making more elaborate snow traps.