I'm Sorry, We As A Society Do Not Talk About The Fact That In Order To Maintain His Playboy Billionaire

in the next batman movie selina is back in town to con bruce wayne which he knows but he missed her so much and obviously he can afford it so he just lets her

my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

Don't mind me, I'll just be here, screaming incoherently about how beautiful this is

Wax Wings and Gotham Skies

Everyone always talks about how Icarus fell. Not enough people talk about how he flew.

About the boy who looked the sun in the eye and smiled. Who laughed as the heat blistered wax and feather, as gravity remembered his name.

They call him arrogant. Reckless. Say he should’ve known better. But maybe he did. Maybe he just wanted to see how close a mortal could get to divinity before the world pulled him back down.

Because there’s something sacred in the reaching. Something holy in the trying. And even if the fall is inevitable— there is still meaning in the flight.

And far from the sun, beneath a sky choked in smog and sirens, in the bones of a city that never sleeps, another boy is born to that same story.

No prophecy named him. No legacy claimed him. Not shaped in fire, nor vengeance, nor divine right. He was not forged like a weapon, or claimed like an heir. Instead, he saw the shape of a myth stitched into Gotham’s skyline—a shadow stretching across rooftops and ruins— and stepped toward it with empty hands and open eyes.

He was not called. But he came anyway.

Like Icarus, he didn’t wait for permission to reach. Tim Drake was a boy built from questions, sleepless nights, and the aching need to know. He was a boy carved from questions, sharpened by silence. The kind of boy who watched too long and listened too well. The kind of boy who stared too long into shadows and found himself staring back.

He pieced together wings from scraps— late-night stakeouts, news clippings and coffee-stained theories. A thousand tiny truths stitched together from silence. He studied the dark like scripture, read between bruises and newsprint until a pattern emerged.

No one gave him a path. So he drew one in ink and breath and quiet resolve.

Not for glory. Not to be seen. But because the pull of the sky was louder than fear. Because some part of him—deep and unrelenting—refused to stay grounded.

And maybe that was the beginning of the end. Perhaps chasing what was already breaking was always meant to end in ash. Maybe he was never meant to carry the weight of a symbol sewn in grief. Maybe no boy can hold the sun and not burn.

But when the cracks came, he didn’t look away.

He climbed. He reached. He flew.

And when the wax burned and the feathers tore loose, he didn’t scream.

He smiled.

Because like Icarus, he had touched something divine. And he knew— that to fall is to have once reached the sky and kissed the sun.

During an important meeting at Wayne Industries it gets crashed by Robin and Red Robin fighting. They crash through a window onto the long table causing the employees to freak out and hide in a corner. Various objects in the room are being used as weapons. The room gets trashed. Bruce has to use his dad voice on the two vigilantes and they stop fighting and sheepishly run away. The scared employees are impressed that Bruce was able to stop the fight and he just shrugs it off like it’s no big deal. “My kids fight all the time I knew the dad voice would work”.

Doing a reread of Nightwing and honestly, I kinda forgot that whole thing at the start of Wolfman’s run with Raptor where Dick got buried alive and had to dig his way out and now I’m just imagining it coming up in conversation with Jason

Jason: yeah digging myself out was no fun at all. You start to feel all weird because of the lack of oxygen, and combine that with the mud under your fingers - a sensory nightmare. I still can’t touch mud.

Dick: oh yeah I get that totally. When I had to dig my way out, I remember looking at my hands and -

Jason: wait, dig your way out - when the fuck did that happen?!

Dick: yeah, it was just after that time you came to New York!

Jason: *bluescreening*

Dick: you steal my suit, I steal your shtick

Oh no he didn’t grow out of his gremlin Robin phase, he’s just like this

Okay everyone, help me pick an idea to fixate on. I have too many drafts and no self control.

Failed Experiment Kon: the learning modules being uploaded to Kon while he’s being grown fail to work properly. He wakes up early with almost no knowledge of the outside world. Luthor decides to scrap him for parts; enter young justice who vehemently disagree.

Broken Belfry: tensions are high after Bruce returns from the timestream. Tim is sick of being discredited and treated poorly so he leaves to make a new life for himself. Probably Tim/Kon

Black Sheep: All of the Wayne children have reasons to feel they don't belong. A series of vignettes exploring their relationships with their family.

Anything for you: Dick kills the joker and Bruce doesn’t stop him. Jason’s headstone bears the correct name. Bruce refuses to allow the memorial in the cave to remain. The Wayne’s publicly mourn and Tim never wears a dead boys colours. This changes things when Jason returns.

Pursuit Predator Robin, Go!

I think that Tim should be in cross country and like to run marathons. Why? Idk it just fits him

He looked at normal track and thought it was too boring so like a psychopath, he chose to run for longer.

Imagine if there was some criminal and they were running away.

Nightwing: Red Robin

*he's a runner he's a track star*

Even with pounds of heavy equipment, he's out running all of them with pure stamina. You think you got rid of him? Nah, you look behind and see that guy behind you, he will win with pure patience, he is inevitable.

All the criminals are scared out of their wits bc of him, Tim does not give up, it is not in his nature

More thoughts on Clark fantasizing about sweaty Bruce "in a friend way":

The reason this lasts so long is coz every time Clark considers that maybe this behaviour isn't normal, he looks over at Bruce who's doing the exact same thing and thinks "nah, this is how friends act, totally bros"

He's memorising his heartbeat and scent? Bruce has already studied every inch of his body in great detail multiple times

He's interested in learning more about Bruce's parents and childhood? Bruce has been learning to speak kryptonian and studying the culture for years now

He treats the bat kids like his own kids? Bruce literally buys the bank his parents owe money to so they can keep the farm

He stares at the man's scars for a bit too long in the changing rooms? Bruce just full on looks him in the eye while he strips down then continues on like nothing happened

This man has not only matched his freak, he's doubled it and put a batsymbol on it

Robins are weird about stairs.  And I think that’s a learned behavior.

(Also, I think Jason knows that his way is not effective in a fight.  But, I also think he wouldn’t be able to resist trolling the other Robins.)

Based of this scene:

All characters belong to DC Comics . Artwork by Meredith McClaren