AlexTuesday

Bruce giggled; a pure, beautiful laughter that sounded like it should have belonged to a angel. The face that smiled up at Tommy was young - three or four, approximately the age that Bruce had been when the car accident had happened. He reached up, and wiggled a small hand into Tommy’s fingers - fingers that were the not the six to seven year old fingers that Tommy had when he’d laid in that hospital bed, but the fingers he had now. Bruce barely came up to his hip, as he tugged his big brother across the Manor lawn, doing a full-body wiggle in excitement. It felt strange, standing here in a body that was twelve, when his brother

The Waynes were pronouced dead in early January of the new year. Gotham mourned, and the children watched it from the hotel room that had become their home. While they had been told to expect something in reaction to their passing - if it could be called that - the reality was that the city did not take it well. It was the most difficult thing about leaving. Not even the lost of structure or family fortunes, stability or even the legibility of what they were doing matched the devastation that rippled outwards, the old and the young, the poor and the rich, for once joined together in a common interest. Those times were the closest their parent

It sort of starts like this. Maybe... it's Edward or Harley, or someone, who'd tried to pick their shit back up together. Tried to make a better person of themselves. He'd never given it much thought - less of a try - but this time it's different. The bat's oddly quiet that night, after the relapse. Joker's still in Arkham, so he gets a front row seat to the walk of shame, as the bat slowly shuffles whoever it was back into the cell nobody even had time to clean. Joker's the only one awake, so he's the only one who gets to see the devastated, dejected look on the bat's face. And he chooses not to comment because- Because it's only then th

It's six years after the end. Joker opens his mouth to - say something, ask a question, laugh in Bruce's face - and closes it slowly, purposefully. He's been doing that a lot. Bruce hasn't actually heard the old clown say anything in over two weeks. But he's hardly one to point fingers. Bruce hasn't said a word aloud in almost three months. - - - The first time he sees the jester, while the city's still burning and the ground's still shaking and everything's sort of fucked, he leaves him and travels on alone. He can't find Damian. Alfred hasn't responded to calls, Gordon isn't either. The city is burning. Joker looks surprised, like he'