CALLING ALL BRUTALIA FANS! CALLING ALL BRUTALIA FANS!

Hello! Welcome to the DemonBat week page! This is an event collaboration between @redwiccanrobin and @immortaldino with blessings from @brutalia-week.

It’s plain and simple! We will give you a week of prompts that you can find a way to make work for. This can be fanart, fanfiction, fan games, etc.!

But, we need your help! Follow the blog and/or the tag DemonBat2023. We will be posting polls to gauge what you all want from this event.

We hope to see you along the way.

As I am unable to host Brutalia Week this year, please go follow @brutalweek instead for your week of Bruce/Talia :)

Another Mask

written for @brutalia-week day 1 - Masquerade

A masquerade ball in Gotham City. Talia had rarely heard a more nonsensical idea.

It was understandable to a point, considering it's origin. A young Margaret Price Le Tellier, recent bride of one of the oldest Gotham families, had discovered that her new husband's family had used to host the most glamorous masquerade balls in New England, and decided to claim her place among the legacy of Le Tellier hostesses by renewing the tradition. It was just the sort of trite, foolish grandstanding one might expect from a young woman determined to impress her wealthy in-laws. Still, Talia was rather disappointed by the utter lack of regard for the dangers of such a scheme. 

A masquerade ball. In Gotham. It was a wonder that no Arkham inmates had yet invaded.

Well. There were the two women taking shots at the bar. One was gowned as the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland, the other as a rose, with the stem as her bodice and red silk petals for her skirt. Their skins were just too perfectly pale and green to have been makeup, but they were causing no trouble to any but the bartender, so Talia had decided to let them be.

Besides, she was here to combat a far greater threat than two mad lovers.

Masquerades had a vile history, concealed by glitter and finery like just another face in the crowd. In this city, glamorous anonymity was an invitation to commit atrocities with impunity, and Talia knew that someone was there that night to take up that offer.

Unfortunately for them, she had also come ready to kill.

➳ brutalia day seven: unexpected pregnancy | free space

➳ .5k | rated g | m.list

Bruce rolled his neck as he climbed the stairs from the Batcave, relieved to be done for the night. He wanted nothing more than to crash into his bed and sleep forever. Or, well, for the next five hours, considering he had a W.E meeting the next day. Either way, he was ready to sleep. 

On his way to his room, Bruce peeked into all of his children’s, making sure they were asleep and okay. It was a nightly habit, one he wouldn’t give up on any time soon. Snorting a little at Cass’ ungainly sleeping position, Bruce pulled her door shut once more, careful to be quiet. He really should give Alfred a raise, as without him and his maintaining of the house, the door would have definitely squeaked.

Pushing the door to his room open, Bruce paused. There was someone in his bed. 

July 17th - Day 7

~ Free Space : Star-Crossed Lovers ~

She just thinks it's funny :D

For @brutalia-week, Day 6: Childhood Friends AU

AU concept & clothes based on Batman Odyssey. Quote is from Batman: League of Batmen (blood/death warning on the context link)

July 16th - Day 6

~ Bruce needs/gets a hug ~

July 15th - Day 5

~ “I want my beloved to be happy” ~

➳ brutalia day six: childhood friends au | bruce needs/gets a hug

➳ .4k | rated t | m.list

Bruce lets out a shuddering breath, looking down at Damian’s still form. His son s hooked up to all sorts of machines and monitors, and though he’s been stabilized, Bruce can’t calm down. 

His son had almost died, and he-

Swallowing hard, Bruce gently runs his hand through Damian’s hair. Damian is still under his touch, which, while expected, is still hard to see firsthand. 

Bruce is saved from spiraling and more by the sound of footsteps behind him. 

“How is he?” Talia asks, and Bruce moves aside to let her get nearer to him. He had called her immediately after Damian had gone down, and thankfully, she was in the area and able to get to the hospital quickly. 

“Stable,” Bruce whispers, unable to speak any louder. “The doctor said he’ll be alright.” 

Talia places her hand on Damian’s arm, careful not to jostle any of his injuries, and just takes him in. “How are you?” 

➳ brutalia day five: bodyguard | “i want my beloved to be happy”

➳ .6k | rated t | m.list

Bruce wasn’t expecting to see a text from Talia, especially one that read Arriving in ten. Be there.

Especially since he didn’t see it until seven minutes after it had been delivered. Rushing back down to the Batcave, Bruce wondered what she was doing in Gotham, much less with him. They hadn’t spoken in God knows how long. 

He just managed to get to the Batcomputor console when it alerted him that there was an unauthorized presence on the premises. Quickly disabling the defense systems, Bruce opened the Cave’s door, allowing a small aircraft to enter, smoothly and without hesitation. It was odd that she was visiting him, yes, but even odder that she had done it in such an indiscreet way. He wasn’t worried; more concerned, a little wary. 

Down the Rabbit Hole (And Climbing Back Out Again)

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Batman/DC Relationship(s): Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Ra's al Ghul & Talia al Ghul (Heavily Mentioned), Characters: Talia al Ghul, Bruce Wayne, Ra's al Ghul (Heavily Mentioned) Word Count: 3,701 Summary:

Click here to read on Ao3 instead (which also has an A/N) Click here to read Day 3 Click here to read Day 2 Click here to read Day 1

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"Are you okay?"

Bruce gazed at her softly. The muscles in his face were loose, dragging downward in a sympathetic expression, and his arms swayed back and forth. Despite a clear focus on her, his eyes were much less than fixated; they jumped back and forth from a reserved look to her, and an awkward peek to the ground. Nonetheless, he lifted his hand upwards and out towards her, just barely missing the back edge of her shoulder.

Talia's knees stumbled as she stood a few feet in front of him. His eyes widened as he observed their jitters and shakes, as well as the loud breaths she puffed into the air at the front. Aside from the shaking, though, her body didn't move a millimeter. The paralysis of her actions came off eerie, as if she was only a tranquil ghost, patiently haunting the manor's back porch. On the other side, her eyes stared downward, to the back of the bench in front of her and the intricate woodwork throughout it. They blinked constantly but slowly, leaving each blink to last disturbingly long, only for another lengthy blink to begin again right after.

"I have no more than a few scratches," she muttered monotonously, her throat dry and sore from dehydration.

"That's… good," he remarked.

Then, the conversation ended— paused, at least, with neither having adequate words in their head to continue it. Bruce's eyes remained restless; their bouncing began to extend from just a two-way ping-pong, to an entire hockey game of chaotic darting. His arm, on the other hand, had swiftly dropped in contrastingly-still defeat. Meanwhile, Talia prevailed in stillness in all regards. Her own arms appeared like popsicle sticks, glued to her sides so unnaturally, and her shoulders were fixed in an upwards shrug. The more this went one, the more her body felt exhaustion take over those areas, but the prospect of moving them from the positions only made her more mentally fatigued.

Fortunately for her, Bruce's attempts to restart conversation served as a decent distraction from these aches. He picked his arm back up, though at much lower degree than before, and held it in the air.

"That… that wasn't what I meant," he corrected, slow and careful with each word. "I didn't… didn't mean physically okay, I meant–"

"I know what you meant," she said, quickly and shortly.

July 14th - Day 4

~ Secret Relationship ~

➳ brutalia day four: secret relationship | talia needs/gets a hug

➳ .9k | rated g | m.list

Dick tip-toes down the stairs to the Batcave, knowing full well he isn't supposed to be up. But how is he supposed to go back to sleep when he had had a nightmare? It isn't his fault! 

Voices float up to him as he got closer and closer to the Batmobile, and he pauses, trying to make them out. One of them is definitely Bruce’s, but the other, he can't quite place. It is definitely a girl’s voice, Dick could tell that much, and he gasps. Who could he be talking to, especially down in the Batcave? Maybe it is Ms. Diana? 

Continuing his descent, Dick tries his very best to be silent, like Bruce had taught him. He knows he shouldn’t be snooping, but B wants him to be a detective, doesn't he? 

Slowly peeking over the railing, Dick squints into the dim light. There’s Bruce, at the Batcomputor, but the angle is all wrong so he can’t see who’s on the screen. B doesn’t have his mask on, which only further’s Dick’s hypothesis (look at him using one of his vocab words! Bruce will be so pleased!) that it’s Ms. Diana. But, even as he congratulates himself on his super awesome detective work, he knows that that’s not quite right. The voice is huskier and more accented than Ms. Diana’s is. 

Brutalia week: Day 3 - Royalty au

This is a repaint of Hellelil and Hildebrand, the Meeting on the Turret Stairs which is one of my favourite paintings ever. The forbidden love and the secret moments of softness just reminds me of Bruce and Talia.

This is still a wip because I didn't finish on time oops but I will definitely be posting the fully painted piece once i'm done.

Brutalia Week: Day 2 - Canon Divergence AU

@brutalia-week

I tried to go for a home-video style snapshot of a universe where Talia chose a life with Bruce over Ra's. (I'll go into my detail under the cut)

July 13th - Day 3

~ Royalty AU ~