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I Want You To Tell All Your Friends About Me
Bruce Wayne. Billionaire. Orphan. Gotham's Number One Son. But that's not all that I am, is it? Sometimes what we are is not right out in the open. Sometimes? We all wear masks. But what is the mask that I wear? The duality that I face every day? My secrets remain my own. My burden is mine to share. Gotham my home.
((This is an Indie RP account for Bruce Wayne/Batman from 1989's "Batman" and "Batman Returns" as written by J and reborn in June 2019))
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//Michael Keaton’s Batman has, and will always be my favorite. His Batman, and Batman 1989, were what started it all for me. They’re why I love Batman. They’re why I love The Joker. They have been my comfort since I was 4 years old. No matter how I’m feeling I can always go back and watch this movie and be okay. It was much the same writing this version of Bats/Bruce. It was like getting on a bike again and realizing you still remembered exactly how to do it. No matter how long I spent away I could come back to his blog and feel like I was right back home.
It’s been over 8 years since I took up writing him. It’s been a good run and I’ve had opportunities to write with some great people. For that, I am forever thankful. But it is with a heavy heart that I am now turning this blog into an ARCHIVE.
Thank you for everything.
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The Flash (2022) | dir. Andy Muschietti
#Split Right Down The Center ; Batman#//when I say I literally CRIED at this teaser#//know that I am NOT fucking kidding lol#//89 and Keaton's Batman are so important to me and have been since I was 4#//they are the reasons I love Batman and Nicholson was why I loved the Joker#//I NEVER thought I would get to see Keaton suit up again after Returns#//and here I am and I just cannot fucking wait#//also HI CONSIDER THIS MY RETURN#//IT'S BEEN LIKE 30 YEARS HERE TOO RIGHT?!
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//Another little update for everyone - I am awaiting surgery, currently. I go Wednesday for my consult with the surgeon and I will know then how long I have to wait for this hell to be over. Fingers crossed and good vibes it’s REALLY soon. Like this week or next preferably.
At any rate, my activity will continue to be spotty to almost non-existent as this continues. Currently, I am almost constantly in pain, but have had to return to work. When I am home I am resting. When I get surgery it may be a minute until I can sit at my laptop comfortable enough to write replies etc.
Any well wishes and patience are much appreciated. <3 Thank you all!
#Out Of The Cowl ; OOC#//so yeah this is where I have been and what's going on with me#//I'm really sorry for the absence etc#//looking forward to getting Bruce much more active again after all this hell#//I miss the broody bastard <3
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//Hey guys. I’m popping in to update you all real quick.
I’m out of town tonight through Sunday then back to work at 7am Monday. I work full time so throwing that out there. I’ll have another similar trip sometime in the next month or so. On top of that? Depression is a bitch, my friends. I have a LOT of deep cleaning to do that I want to put more focus on so I can have everything where I want it when our furniture comes sometime in August.
So since I can’t promise when I’ll be online and how long etc it may take longer to get replies and my presence on here may not be as frequent for a bit. Not going away just kind of wanted to set a status so you all know where I’m at.
So, until further notice I will be Semi-Active on this blog.
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justacomedy:
He remembers. Their shared moment together at the fence of the Wayne Manor years ago may be nothing but a distant memory for Bruce but for Arthur, it felt like yesterday. He remembers seeing how dull young Bruce’s eyes looked- a child who grew up well before his years and once upon a time, Arthur tried to make the boy smile with a little bit of magic before Arthur enviably reached between the railing of the fence and used his thumbs to pull Bruce’s lips into a toothy smile much like he’s done to himself many times upon lookin in the mirror. Their encounter was cut short by a man that Arthur was unfamiliar with: a man who quickly scolded Arthur for his actions and the last thing he remembers was grabbing Alfred by the collar of his shirt and pulling him flush against the railing as anger coursed through his veins.
And the only reason he released Alfred from his grip was because a child was watching.
Of course they would never tell Bruce of Arthur: why would they? Arthur was nothing but a dark secret that the Wayne’s never wanted to come to light. An embarrassment to the family name and even though it wasn’t legally confirmed that he was Thomas Wayne’s son, Arthur was certain that he was. This was the only thing that Penny has ever told him that he actually has come to believe. “I know.. it’s a lot to take in.” he begins. “But it’s true. Thomas Wayne was my father.” Arthur speaks on it like it’s a fact, because to him, it was. He doesn’t believe that Penny is his biological mother- no, he believes that she took Arthur. That perhaps things between Penny and Thomas didn’t work out and in spite of Thomas, she stole Arthur away and that they never tried to get him back. Or maybe they did at first but stopped. By the time the truth came to surface, Arthur was a man in his thirties and they wouldn’t want Arthur because he was too different. He’d taint their precious name. And perhaps once upon a time, they saw Arthur’s article surfacing in the local news about the abuse he endured under Penny’s care and instead of saving him, they turned a blind eye to him because he was damaged.
“I don’t think they wanted you to know the truth.. but I’m right here. I’ve always been here.” he told him. Arthur’s been watching Bruce from the shadows for years. A tinge of resentment was always there towards Bruce, but he’s brushing that to the side because he’s desperate to make a connection. And he’s unsure of Bruce knows of Arthur’s new role in the city: the killer clown. The Joker. It would surprise him if Bruce didn’t. “You know.. it’s kind of funny. I always used to think that you were the lucky one- but there’s always the sadness in your eyes, Bruce. Maybe we aren’t that different afterall.”
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Hearing this man, all these years later, tell him that he was his father’s son was... Maddening. Bruce’s jaw clenched and he felt every nerve in his body ignite on fire. He’d had very few years with his parents, but... This wasn’t true. His father had been a good man. If this was true, he would have known. His father wouldn’t have turned his back on his own son.
His mind was already a whirlwind of memories and emotions, but this. This was putting him over the top and he felt himself beginning to break. His carefully constructed mask was starting to slip. His eyes narrowed on Arthur, jaw still clenching as he tried to listen to the words the other man was saying.
His thoughts began to race, bringing back memories that he had spent years attempting to push aside and forget. He’d began to think that he had it under control and he had sufficiently suppressed the memories, but he was wrong. He couldn’t stop them...
“Don’t say a word to Martha that he was here, you got that? Not a fucking word.”
“Yes sir.”
“Christ, Martha. What do you want me to do, huh? It was years ago. We have Bruce. What does it matter? Just get over it.”
“Sometimes I wonder why I fell in love with you, Thomas. You can be so heartless. That child was ours. I carried him. I saw his face when he was born and I have seen it every day since. Why wouldn’t I want to find him? Why wouldn’t I want to hold my son again?”
“Because he’s not ours, Martha! He’s gone, alright? Now shut up before Bruce hears you, huh?”
He’d been standing in the doorway, hearing his mother’s cries and the raised voices. He knew his father wouldn’t be happy with him listening in, but his mother’s cries worried him and he wanted to make sure she was okay.
Stopping at the door where Bruce stood, Thomas stared down at his son. Drawing in a breath before letting his hand rest on his son’s shoulder. “Go to your room, Bruce. You mother... She’s having a bad day.”
“Hey, Wayne... You get what you fuckin’ deserve!”
BLAM! BLAM!
The shots were ringing in his ears, his hearing so jarred that he barely heard the screams... His mother’s screams...
Bruce’s attention turns back to Arthur as he pulls himself from his thoughts. His heart is hammering in his chest, jaw clenched hard. He takes a long minute to look at Arthur....
“Maybe we aren’t that different afterall...”
Whether Arthur was telling the truth or his memories were vague and untrustworthy, Bruce wasn’t sure. It physically pained him to even entertain the idea that his parents were anything less than perfect, afraid of tarnishing any good memories that he had of them anymore. But he couldn’t let this go. Something felt off. Something had always been drawing him to Arthur. He had to know. Bruce needed to know the truth.
“Maybe not...” Blue eyes met emerald as he swallowed the lump in his throat. He shifted, hands moving to the pockets of his coat. “Listen, Arthur, I.... Do you want to come back to the manor with me? I want to hear more. Talk more and... Well, maybe here isn’t the place to do it.”
#justacomedy#I'm Not Going To Kill You I Want You To Do Me A Favor ; Threads#//sorry this is enormously long again
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//Sorry to have posted memes and ran off. I had an eye doctor appointment and had to have my eyes dilated and all that good shit. By the time I got home my eyes were spent and I had a headache. It’s time to head to bed and have to take on fur child to the vet in the morning and the other to get groomed so gonna be a busy start to the day, but I’ll be on to answer asks and get some interactions going! <3
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☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜
“ i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife. ”
“ i’m fine, i’ve had worse. ”
“ death too must be earned. ”
“ how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ? ”
“ am i a bad person ? ”
“ family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for. ”
“ are you flirting or starting a fight ? ”
“ i’ll survive, somehow i always do. ”
“ um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection. ”
“ tell me; would you kill to save a life ? ”
“ i am someone who did not die when they should of. ”
“ i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger. ”
“ you can’t protect everyone ! ”
“ i have to try. ”
“ turn the pain into power. ”
“ what doesn’t kill me better run. ”
“ are monster born or created ? ”
“ chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall. ”
“ if he puts his hands on you, cut them off. ”
“ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ”
“ don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that. ”
“ the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. ”
“ something had made your eyes go cold. ”
“ you haven’t even seen my bad side yet. ”
“ everybody knows that i’m a mess. ”
“ i’m sorry i let you down. ”
“ well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid. ”
“ you are not your father. ”
“ even on your bad days, be kind. ”
“ you don’t want me and i need to accept that. ”
“ stay gentle. everyone is at war. ”
“ the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths. ”
“ i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ? ”
“ always be a little kinder than necessary. ”
“ kind words cost nothing. ”
“ i am being perfectly fucking civil. ”
“ we’ll never be those kids again. ”
“ i’m the original family disappointment. ”
“ if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will. ”
“ if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk. ”
“ you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here. ”
“ guess you’ll just have to fight me. ”
“ i never asked to be like this. ”
“ wow. you’re a dick. ”
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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse .
❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down .
❛ door . hold a door open for my muse .
❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention .
❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink .
❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food .
❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair .
❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse .
❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take .
❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing .
❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] .
❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound .
❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare .
❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them.
❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital .
❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told .
❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope .
❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground .
❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry .
❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse .
❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] .
❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face .
❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair .
❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest .
❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair .
❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms .
❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder .
❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] .
❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue .
❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse .
❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after .
❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face .
❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse .
❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back .
❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat .
❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object .
❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground .
❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse .
❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards .
❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air.
❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse .
❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
→ 𝐈𝐕 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse .
❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] .
❛ go down . go down on my muse .
❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat .
❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops .
❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse .
❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body .
❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
#I Want You To Tell All Your Friends About Meme ; Memes#//specify if you have a preference in Bruce or Bats
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“He’s out there right now…
And I gotta go to work.”
[ * Promo graphic by anacommisions * ]
#*Outstretches Cape* I'M NOT GOING TO KILL YOU. I WANT YOU TO FOLLOW#//gonna just leave this here because I miss Bruce/Bats and I want to be here more#//sooo support me maybe? love me? laugh at me?#//throw a party? show your friends?
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//Finally got around to making a mobile friendly rules google doc. Click HERE for that. It will be linked on my pinned post. :)
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Batman Returns (1992), dir. Tim Burton
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the-arkham-librarian:
“A bitch, bitch.”
“Bold words from someone who stays so close to criminals... Maybe you’d like to join them? You’re aware that Arkham is pretty vast. I’m sure they could find room for you here.”
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the-arkham-librarian:
“I will call Batman a bitch, no hesitation.”
“Excuse me, call me what?”
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justacomedy:
Bruce Wayne: now a man, but once a child that Arthur met once upon a time when he visited the Wayne’s manner with the intentions of speaking with Thomas Wayne. A man that Arthur thinks is his biological father after reading the one of the many letters that Penny Fleck wrote to her former lover. Or so she claimed: he’s not sure what was true anymore after reading her file and finding out that she’d been lying to him his entire life. Hiding things- including the fact that he was adopted. And he clearly remembers reading on the adoption certificate that his true father was unknown. Despite the deep hatred he still feels for Penny Fleck that’s lingered long after he murdered her, he couldn’t shake the feeling all these years that just maybe, Thomas Wayne was truly his father. That perhaps the adoption was all a cover up and he’s long since stalked Bruce from afar. Bruce is a man who Arthur thinks is his brother- nothing about this was confirmed but the legal stuff never mattered to Arthur anyways.
He’s been following Bruce on this particular day- his silent way of connecting with the other despite staying back in the shadows out of sight and out of mind. He knows more about Bruce than he actually should: more than the news puts out because he’s been watching over him for so long. Though this time, he decided to step out from the shadows as Bruce was visiting the exact place that his parents fell dead. To Arthur, Thomas Wayne was an awful man and his wife was no better- he was glad that they were dead. He had high hopes that Bruce would turn out to be a better man than Thomas could ever be. That maybe, they’d be able to share the same ideals somehow. And despite knowing that it’s been so long since Bruce had laid eyes on Arthur during their encounter years ago, he’s almost in disbelief that Bruce doesn’t completely remember him. “You really don’t remember?” he asked. “It’s me- Arthur.” In reality, he doesn’t even go by Arthur anymore, but years ago, he introduced himself to little Bruce before he’s made a more notorious name for himself. “I think.. that we are long lost brothers, Bruce.”
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The instant he hears the other man speak and say his name, Bruce tenses up and freezes in place. Years ago, when his parents were still alive, he remembered a man coming to Wayne Manor. He’d been outside playing, Alfred somewhere off in the distance, when he noticed someone walking up to the gates of the manor. He remembered he thought it was odd because people rarely ever just walked up.
He had watched the man, curious. He thought he’d been hidden, but he remembered a moment where it seemed like they’d made eye contact. There was something about him that Bruce wanted to know more. He wanted to speak to him. It was rare that he ever really got to go socialize with kids his own age. Instead, he was mostly left to play with Alfred. This man was no Alfred and that intrigued him.
He remembered watching as the man put on a clown nose and practically skipped along the edges of the gates. Bruce had been transfixed, wanting to know what the man would do next. There had been what looked like flowers that came out of a magic wand. The wand had looked like rubber, but the man was able to magically get it to stand back upright and produce the flowers. He’d been absolutely mesmerized.
Bruce had eagerly, though cautiously, approached the front gate where the man met him. He had been the first person to ever get on his eye level. He was used to being told how to act and what to say straight from his clothes to his personality. He was a Wayne. He had to uphold the name. Making his parents look bad had been out of the question.
But this man... This man looked so fun and happy. He remembered wanting to be more like him and wondered what it was like to laugh and play like that. Then, the thing that was really forever etched into his mind, words that he had somehow managed to not think about for years...
“Hi... What’s your name?”
“I’m Bruce.”
“Bruce... I’m Arthur.”
Then, Bruce remembered the man smiling, reaching his arms through the gates to place thumbs into his mouth, lifting to make him smile. He’d thought it weird at the time, but was wondering if the man was going to make more magic happened. Maybe Arthur wanted to play. How was he supposed to play this game?
But it had all been over too soon. Alfred came running and Bruce stood, confused. He’d been yelled at to go away and, as he knew not to upset anyone, Bruce did as he was told. Still, he kept looking behind him, wondering what Alfred was saying to Arthur. Were they not allowed to be friends? Arthur didn’t seem like a bad guy...
“Bruce... I’m Arthur.”
Hours later, studying like he’d been told to do, Bruce overheard his father and Alfred having a conversation. Something about Arthur. His father was angry and the conversation was very hushed. He’d heard something about Penny... And that was the last he remembered of Arthur until...
“It’s me- Arthur.”
Bruce snapped his attention back to the man after making the connection. Brows knit together and he tried to make sense of what the other man was saying. Brothers? How could they be brothers? Wouldn’t his parents have said something? Wouldn’t that have meant they grew up together and he would have had a friend like he saw so many other kids had? And why did he wait until today to find him...
“I remember...” The response was low as he studied the other man, the memories still fresh and somewhat confusing. “What.... What are you talking about? What do you mean?”
#justacomedy#I'm Not Going To Kill You I Want You To Do Me A Favor ; Threads#//hoooo boy that become a long trip into some shit there
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A Kiss Can Be Even Deadlier If You Mean It
The night was cold and Bruce could see his breath in the frigid Gotham air. He hugged his black, wool coat tighter against him. His brows knit together as he watched the snowflakes fall in huge, white, glittery chunks around him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw children running by in the snow. They were laughing, playing.
His memory faded back to quite a few years prior. The laughter he heard was not a child’s. It was feminine—beautiful. He could still see her face clearly in his mind, and still hear her voice. His jaw clenched when his memory showed him the tears in her eyes that he wasn’t able to take away. The pain that she felt that he understood, but would never be able to help her with. Even if he wanted to.
The children’s voices faded into the night as Bruce stood there, motionless, and the snow collected on him. His mind, as it often seemed to be, was elsewhere. It was on her and, in the cold, he could almost feel her arm wrapped around him and his hand in hers. Almost as if they were dancing again and there was the mistletoe above them in a crowded room where they didn’t have to wear their masks.
“Mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it….”
“A kiss can be even deadlier if you mean it…”
There had been no denying it. They knew in that moment exactly who the other was. His heart had torn to shreds in that instant, conflicted and yet all he wanted to do was comfort her and find a way to make this better—to make it work. He wanted to make it work between them.
He had tried. He wanted to take her away from the pain and make it all better—to try and love her. But maybe, he supposed, he truly was meant to be alone in this world. That was the price he had to pay for who he was and what he did. Something he had realized a long time ago, but never really came to terms with.
Bruce licked his lips in the cold, remembering kisses that had once been pressed to his lips that he would never feel again. His jaw clenched once more and he drew in a deep breath of chilled air, filling his lungs with it. Selina had been right, after all. A kiss was deadlier if you meant it. He’d meant them all and here he was—alone. Always alone with little more than memories of those he loved to keep him warm at night and nothing more.
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//I have made some minor edits to my rules and mun pages. I have also gone through and deleted the majority of my OOC posts and made sure to tag some things that weren’t tagged. As of today (04/23/21), I will be soft rebooting this blog by wiping out all current threads to spark more muse and activity. If we had a thread or threads going that you would really like to continue the plot of etc, please do not hesitate to message me!
THIS BLOG IS NOW ACTIVE AGAIN! :)
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