Let's make The Waynes death even angestier!
"Dad, I'm cold" Bruce whispered perceptibly shivering as he walked alongside his parents out of the theatre down some dark alley.
"Bruce, I told you it was gonna be freezing out here, I told you to bring your jacket!" His mother murmured affectionately with subtle condemnation.
"It's okay Martha" Thomas assured, then he looked down at his son, "Here Bruce, come, this coat could fit a whole class!" His father extended one side of his brown coat for Bruce to join him, Bruce chimed in as he joined his father in his coat.
"Better Bruce?"
Bruce nodded as the shivers started to die down.
"Freeze, gimme allya got!" a snarling dark figure appeared at the mouth of the poorly lit alley, pointing a gun at them.
"No, Not again" Bruce heard himself whisper.
"Okay kid calm down, we will give you everything!" Thomas said placatingly.
"The pearls, I want them" the mugger approached Martha to grab the necklace but eded up firing at her accidently, shooting her in the face.
She dropped instantly dead.
"Mum noooooo" Bruce screamed.
"Bruce get back!" Thomas said trying to get Bruce to hide in his jacket behind him.
The thug in his state of dismay decided to kill every witness to his crime.
He shot Thomas first, but it hit him in the arm, and as the police alarm was approaching it was only Bruce left to kill.
The mugger shot at Bruce aiming at his head, a shot to kill, but Thomas pushed him further behind so the bullet ended up in Thomas's heart. Thomas collapsed to the ground pulling Bruce with him and the mugger left thinking he massacred the entire wayne family.
"Dad, I'm cold... Dad... Please, I'm cold!" Bruce's pleas fell on dead ears, as the only answer was his sobbing echoing in that jinxed alley.
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"Bruce... Please, come on...." Clark wept next to a feverish unconscious Bruce.
"Dad... Cold... Dad" Bruce kept reapeating mindlessly.
"Bruce, please, you already have five blankets atop you, what should I do? What should I do? Please come back from wherever you are, please Bruce!!!" Clark repeated through the curtain of tears.
HC that Bruce's Brain chemistry was literally changed by witnessing his parents murder that he wonders sometimes if he would have had a healthier reaction if it didn't happen in front of him, so each time he gets gravely injured, he just smoke bombs his family and vanishes to bleed in some distant alley on his own, and each time Clark just finds him and brings him back
Mentally I'll be always here
So basiclly scarecrow unleashes some type of virus on gotham
Bruce is working with lucious fox to make an antidote but they find out it would take too much time
The gas mask is knocked off of Bruce and he finds out that he can breathe and is okay cause he fought off the virus
He uses part of his blood to help the people of gotham
And of course as a self sacrificing idiot he tells alfred about his plan
USING HIS BLOOD AS A VACCINE!!!!
Look at Damian's cute terrified face
Bruce sure enjoys giving people around him PTSD!
Alfred and Damian continue monitoring Bruce's vitals remotely
Bruce is loosing too much blood infront of his butler and son
Bruce requests speaking to Damain telling him to never bring him home until the mission is done
Damian complies
Bruce flatlines, THAT IDIOT!!!! But Damian still can't bring him home cause he promised
Even after flatlining Bruce is continuing the mission
Bruce is basically dead, and alfred brings him back
My favourite panel, Bruce is attempting his dry humor on Alfred to lighten the mood, as if he wasn't dead just mintes ago and alfred was like :dead, that's cute? Might as well add a scald injry to that Master Bruce?
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Here is some Bruce Wayne angst...
So what if Barbatos had always been tethered to Bruce?, breathing down his neck since the moment he took his first inhalation of earthly air, rapping the drums of doom in his ears, getting lowder and lowder until the day he and his parents walked down that jinxed alley.
And Bruce on the day of his parents death knew something bad was going to happen?
"Intrusive thoughts" he tried to brush away his gut feeling, "What are the chances?" he soothed himself "Less than 1%?"
Then it happened, the 1% chance had become his reality, confirming his inkling, shaping the rest of his life, and that has sparked his lifelong diagnosis of OCD?
His family are all gathered at the manor on a rare occasion? The court of owls are going to invade the property and kill them all in their sleep, unceremoniously sparing him, and he is going to be the one discovering their slaughtered bodies in the morning, twisted at odd angles, entrails all over the Alfred's white sheets, and he will be alone all over again, back to square one, back to that dark alley, a deluge of crimson flowing through his hands.
Clark was hit with Kryptonite?, well, each time he recovers, but one time he won't, right?, what if it is this time?, what if the sunlamps don't work? What if his body is poisoned beyond salvation? What if Lex had upgraded the kryptonite this time? What if he has to bury his friend? What if...?What if...?
He would look at his eldest, and all of a sudden he sees a bullet impeded between his eyes.
"Bruce, what's wrong?" Dick would ask him with concern written all over his face.
"No.. Nothing" Bruce would lie.
"Okay, I'm going" Dick turns to leave but Bruce stops him, hugging him, with his fingers over Dick's radial artery.
"He is alive, he is well!, my boy!" Bruce would tell himself, and dick leaves.
"Clark, why am I the only one seeing the green viens on your skin?" Bruce whispers to himself blinking the illusion away, "It is because they are not, right?, right Clark?".
Something bad has to happen each time he is verging on happiness, as if it was never his right to happy, to be content.
So why can't they understand? Why can't they sympathize with him? Why can't they support his contingencies upon contigencies? He has to be prepared? He has to know beforehand? He has to predict the worst case scenario each time before it takes place? He has to protect himself from sitting alone in that dark alley for hours waiting for someone to hear his pleas for saving him from the giant bat that he can only see!!!
Need a good superbat cry? I got you
So Bruce gets gravely injured an JL mission, It is bad, it is really really bad, basicly he can see his insides through the gaping wound in his abdomen, sensing his inevitable demise he requists Clark -who refuses to leave his side- to take him to the cave, he doesn't want to die in space, he wants to take his last breath amongst his family members, one last reprieve he gets to experience in life.
Clark takes him to the cave through the Zeta tubes. Alfred, Leslie and the whole batclan are there, all anxious eyes and rattling hearts.
Clark puts him in his medical cot in the cave and stands by his side holding his left hand, giving appropriate space to the team to work on him.
Bruce, who was dying, gives him a symapthatic look.
"Go... Clark... You... You... don't... have... to see this..." Bruce manages through breathlessness.
Bruce belives in the innocence of Clark's heart, his clean slate. Clark had the fortune to never see a loved one take their last breath, even if he was the last of his planet, he was spared the agony of witnessing its destruction.
This will destroy him.
"No... Never... I'm staying right here... I'm right here"
"Clark... Please... " Bruce barely whispers.
"Remember when I was shot with a kryptonite bullet 2 months ago, I thought I was dying, you said that you would never leave my side, I was terrified out of my mind and made you promise that you would stay till my last breath, Bruce... I'm just doing what you would do for me if the roles were reversed" Clark murmurs, caressing Bruce's palm with his hand.
For 2 hours straight, they try everything, stitshing, cautarizing the wound, tying the severed arteries, they give him blood, saline, and drugs to boost his circulation, but Bruce's heart eventually stops and they can't bring him back.
Clark never moved or budged an inch, holding Bruce's hand, through the bleeding, the cpr, and even through the shocks.
After they pronounce Bruce's death, the batfamily leaves Clark alone with Bruce and climb upstairs to process their grief.
Clark stays by his side, almost catatonic, no screaming, no tears, nothing, kneeling on the ground, a limb pale hand held firmly yet affectionately in both his hands and with his forehead against it, worshipping at a dead God's alter.
Alfred enters the cave demanding Clark to leave.
"Clark, this isn't him? It is just a shell of the real Bruce!"
"I can't, I'll stay till it is shrivled down to a coccon, till it no longer smells like him, till I can't recognise him"
"Clark. Son, please he would't want you to do this?"
"Alfred, you don't understand, I promised him to stay... I promised him... I prom..." Clark's voice finally cracks.
So as a professional Maladaptive daydreamer,I can't excorcise a specific image I totally made up in my head.
TW, extreme superbat angst ahead.
So the backdrop is the batcave, we can see the main consoles, the stalgamites and the bats.
In the forefront center we can see a kneeling superman, in his full superman regalia, his both hands holding reverently a pale hand, with his forehead agianst its dosum, worshipping.
The hand belongs to a supine figure off screen, who lies flat on a cot, we only can see the arm, the shoulder, and part of his hair.
The figure is extremly pale and still, connected to different medical equipments, including a heart monitor, which shows a flatline, and 0 heartbeat count.
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