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Wyll is so fucking funny and no amount of acknowledgement about this could ever be enough. He's literally walking around being so casually hilarious completely under-the-radar. He calls Halsin a "thick hunk of an elf". He once accidently implied that he was fucking an ogre instead of killing it and then proceeded to absolutely stumble his way through explaining. He gets excited by Lae'zel talking about carnal pleasures. He canonically tells his pessimistic thoughts to shut the hell up. He volunteers to babysit Shadowheart's hypothetical werewolf babies as long as she gets him gloves. He tries to give Gale a hero moniker like his own. He jokes that his father, the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate, can't spell. He calls Astarion "Mister Fangs". He makes up storybook chapter names for his own fucking adventures. As a child he got chased by the Flaming Fist for stealing fruit, nearly drowned trying to find mermaids in the harbor, and almost successfully broke into the Counting House. He reads monster erotica, and is not ashamed to tell you about it. He ranks eating pudding among life's greatest moments. He will, without shame and completely unprompted, meow at you. He is 24 years old.

the batfandom on tumblr is weird because unlike every other social media site I feel completely safe to say batman is queer and has always had some level of queer coding without any worry but I never plan on detailing how I think jason todd stans are the center of every terrible fanon interpretations we're seeing now because I would fear for my life.

Ok give me a month

Someone draw Bruce wayne wearing this

@jube-art @oifaaa

First poster for season 2.

I swear, this man is an eldrich being of some description.

he is NOT beating the eldritch accusations whatsoever

Personal headcanon

Bruce is no taller than 6’0. He wears lifts as Batman to make himself more intimidating.

(Personally I would love it if he was either 5’11 or 5’10 but idk 6’0 sounds about right too)

Bruce about to reveal his identity to the JL

Bruce: “I’m going to do something that may traumatize two of you. I am not sorry.”

Oliver: “oh come on Batman your identity isn’t that special.”

Bruce going full whiny play boy: “Dinah! Ollie is being mean to me!!!”

Oliver: blue screens

Dinah: “YOU BITCH!?”

Hey this is probably one of my favorite examples of this trope thank you so much.

Bruce Wayne meets Clark Kent at the end of a gala, when Clark lands after having to make an emergency rescue.

Cue Bruce running up to Clark(Superman[his best friend]), staring him down, and then stating very clearing that 'this makes so much more sense. what a relief. You probably know who i am then.'

and ah, yeah, reporter clark kent is slightly familiar with bruce wayne, by reputation at least.

And now he suddenly has bruce popping up in his life, along with his child, seemingly certain that they're best friends??? and there's no sign of the brucie he's familiar with from the tabloids, instead there's this very intense serious man who keeps bringing him random inventions to help, including surgical equipment laced with kryptonite in case he needs stitches? How is he going to explain this to batman.

Meanwhile Batman is the most at ease he's been in forever, of course superman is just like that if he was raised by the kent's. and of course superman would've already known his identity even if he's too polite to bring it up.

Okay, but counterpoint to all the angsty Bruce-bleeding-out:

Bruce is relieved. All his life, it's felt like Gotham has called to him, a siren song not even pretending to be pleasant but enthralling all the same. She's had him in a vice grip since that night and he's always known it deep in his heart.

So, when he's laying there curled against a wall, feet away from the spot that claimed his parents' lives, it all makes sense. Gotham's mercy always came with a price. He had thought it was his parents, but that was never true. His parents' debt had been called in that night and his own had begun - Gotham's lucky owed her their souls and she would always collect.

And yet, for Bruce, it doesn't feel like a punishment. He looks up at the raining heavens, the cold water soaking through the suit, and asks her, "Is it finally over?"

She doesn't answer, of course. The sky just rumbles with thunder, not even any lightning.

He knows he's dying. There's already too much blood washed away by the water to recover from. He wants to take off the cowl, suddenly suffocated by the duty she'd placed on him. He's being freed from his task, and he wants to feel the water wash through his hair. She exerts her influence over him one last time to stop him - if his identity gets revealed, the children will be in danger - but grants him the energy to roll onto his back. The cool water will work its way under the cowl enough for him.

"I get to stop now?" He asks.

His body feels more sluggish and the aches he almost forgets he has leave him, no longer compelled forward by her relentless drive. He knows this feeling - death is coming. But for once, it feels ... permanent. Gotham's cold, dark tendrils had been wrapped around his heart and soul for most of his life, laying their claim on him. But tonight, he felt them slip away and this death ... this death feels like the real one. It's not cold or scary, just peacefully empty. He has done his job, fulfilled his role.

Batman dies, spilling out the same blood he was baptized in, born from.

As for Bruce Wayne, well ... he's back home, of course, finally resting.

hi…..first of all how dare you? second of all how dare you. third of all how DARE you—-

Ok so I’m working on something.

I might change up the formatting but we’ll see if this ever get finished.

Bruce about to reveal his identity to the JL

Bruce: “I’m going to do something that may traumatize two of you. I am not sorry.”

Oliver: “oh come on Batman you identity isn’t that special.”

Bruce going full whiny play boy: “Dinah! Ollie is being mean to me!!!”

Oliver: blue screens

Dinah: “YOU BITCH!?”