Octavian Survived Au: Small Accidentally Adopted Child:

Two lions cannot dwell in the same cave ( Patrochilles & Odydio )

First time I ever share my Patrochilles, these two duo are kinda similar (except one pair both die tragically)

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Achilles: That’s tough! I like to wear pretty things and suggest scenarios, but Pat is always very happy to act them out. I think he might secretly be a little worse.

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is there a lore reason that Octavian has white hair in ur survived AU or is it just cuz it looks cool?

stress after like, weeks being paralysed in the grass basically in excruciating pain. And then it didn’t get better after he found out he had to take care of a child, and then realised said child was a Child of Kronos and his father wanted him for a sacrifice to get a physical body, and Octavian has to like, not let the child do that.

Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter Three, touch.

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Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter one, heart.

Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter two, heat.

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After barry dropped him off, Bruce stood in front of his door and sighed. His fingers closed around the cold doorknob, not that he could feel it. He couldn’t feel much of anything anymore, it was jarring. Last time he was stabbed he didn’t feel the punch of it, or the sting after. Just a dull thump then an empty gap of a wound. He missed it a little, he always used to say that the pain reminded you, you were alive. But he didn’t feel the pain. That was a reminder. But not in what it used to be, in what it is now. In the fact he wasn’t going to live like he did ever again. Never going to live.

That really sucked.

Pushing the door open he was met with the strange sound of silence. His family was probably either in their own homes or on patrol. Well, that was depressing. Crossing the threshold, Bruce took his cowl off and dropped it by the door, he really couldn’t be assed right now.

As he walked further into the house, he noticed the heating was on and huffed, walking to the thermostat and turning it down. He didn’t need it to be this hot. He went to his room and started to change, pulling off his cowl and putting on a shirt and boxers. He wasn’t going to tell Clark he changed, then Clark would ask why he could still not hear his heartbeat. And Bruce didn’t need that stress right now.

He was about to grab his phone when Jason slammed open his bedroom door, complaining about him turning off the thermostat before pausing.

Turns out, Jason was home. And he had been longing on the couch, turning up the thermostat to try warm his body. His thermal heating in his body was fucked ever since he died, and he got free heating this way so-

Wait, why did Bruce feel different?

Jason stared forward at Bruce, trying to discern what was different with his father. He felt something strange buzz in the room, like he was sensing something. After coming back Jason had this strange ability to know when dead people were nearby. And now he was getting that pull from his father….

Jason pulled his gun and fired into Bruce’s chest, who exclaimed only because of the shot, not the pain. When Jason saw his father had not crumpled, he almost dropped the gun, starring forward.

“B, your dead?”

Bruce decided to avoid the question, instead gesturing to his chest. “Why did you shoot me!”

“Not the point B.”

“It seems like the point to me.”

“The point is why your dead!”

Bruce looked away from Jason, face hardening as he sighed out his gritted teeth.

“There was an accident, and now I’m here. Happy?”

Jason looked at Bruce, face falling as he thought. No. he wasn’t happy about this! He wasn’t. he had said he wanted to kill Bruce, but he was never actually going to. Especially when he knew his father was already letting him back.

And this end was so unsatisfying! For everyone! And it pissed Jason off. Bruce wasn’t allowed to die, no. he was supposed to regret it his whole life, even as they got closer. Bruce was supposed to hurt, not die.

And now Jason wasn’t sure if he wanted either one to happen.

Jason took a step forward and clung to his dad, glaring at him, while his face was buried into his shoulder. “you’re an asshole.” Jason muttered to Bruce, words coming out more vulnerable than he intended, losing their biting edge.

“And you’re not allowed to die. You were never allowed to die.”

Bruce was surprised at the language Jason used, but he was ultimately surprised that he was clung to. Jason was hurt, and very angry. But he was also a kid, who hated any sort of change. And he resented Bruce for dying, just as much as he missed his dad.

Bruce slowly wrapped his arms around Jason, pulling him closer.

“I know.” Bruce murmured, burying his head in his son’s hair, rubbing his back.

“I’m still here though. It’s not all bad-“

“don’t try comfort me, just shut up and know I’m upset with you.”

“…. Ok Jason.”

The two stayed like that for a while. Jason wasn’t sure when he teared up, but he ended up getting a lot off his chest that he needed to for a long time. Jason even got a bit of shouting done. Before the two ended up on Bruce’s bed, Jason leaning on Bruce’s shoulder and Bruce holding him.

Jason was exhausted, he had been holding all that in for so long he didn’t know what to do now it was out. But he knew he still wanted to be closer to his dad, and he felt that kinship with him now. Hey, Bruce joined the dead person club. Cool.

“Hey, d- B?”

“Yeah jay?”

“Do you think…. We can actually get along like we used to?”

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“Honestly? No jay…. But we can get along different. Your still my kid, ok? And I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

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“Everything.”

(Hello friends! It’s me again with another chapter for a fic it seems so many of you enjoy! I’m so happy its already gained this much traction and it means so much to me that people like it. Now, I said this when I posted another chapter of my other fic today, but please if you want to leave a comment, or want to be tagged, just ask or leave that comment. It means so much to me that people enjoy my story and it motivates me to actually continue instead of giving up. Anyway, hi! If you have any story’s, you want me to start, like this Au or my SuperBat Mer au, just send it in an ask to me! And ill be making a pinned postmaster list with all my Au’s, then a link to the storys and then finally a link to those stories’ chapters. When I’m finished with this part of the story, ill start another in the same au! So just ask if you have any ideas, and if anyone can draw, or make head cannons, or write but feels nervous, send them to me if they’re relating to this! I’m always grateful to receive art and stuff relating to my stories. Thank you and have a wonderful day everyone!)

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ill add more on as I go, and ill update these if asked! thanks for reading.

I had an idea:

what if Bruce could’ve saved Jason.

I was watching arcane and jinx was nearly brought back from death with shimmer or smth.

what if Bruce had like, had that happen when he was a teen, au thingys, but when he held a dying Jason in his arms he got out the shimmer but decided, like him, death would be better then subkecting him to that.

but Jason finds footage of Smyth of Batman bringing out an unknown needle of Smyth over his dying body once he’s back to life, and Jason thinks Batman chose not to save him instead.

developing the hate, because Bruce made the decision not to inflic that trauma for a low chance of survival. But Jason didn’t know what it was, he saw it as Bruce chosing if he was worth saving or not.

and he thinks Bruce chose that he wasn’t worth saving.

if it’s an au people think about I can do it?

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SuperBat Mer au: Chapter Six, Bruce starts to heal, Clark is firm about his family.

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Parts of story before this:

Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.

Chapter Two: Clark almost gets caught. Bruce tries to communicate with him.

Part three linked: Bruce shows off his pup and Clark learns to communicate.

Chapter Four: Clark meets the family. Bruce needs a nap.

Part five linked: Bruce is gone. Clark has to find a pup, and Jason gets netted.

More Mer types for you all!

Cassandra: Flashlight fish.

(Same type as Bruce! Because they both struggle with talking and I think flashes as communication for Cass would fit.)

Stephinie: Dottyback

(it’s a beautiful fish and the ones in my aquarium near me are known for being sassy, so I think this fits her!)

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The swim back to the reef was a painful one. Jason was mostly fine. He had obviously been protected by his dad. Bur Bruce was bruised and cut up, cuts all around his torso and tail. And Clark hated it. Once they were in slightly familiar territory, Clark set Bruce down on a sand bed. Jason chirped slightly, narrowing his eyes and looking at Clark as he was set down as well.

“It’s ok buddy,” Clark muttered, taking in the extent of Bruce’s wounds. “I’m just getting something to wrap him.”

Bruce had passed out a while ago, weather from exhaustion or pain Clark wasn’t sure. He was just happy that Bruce had felt safe enough to let his guard down around him. And he had said Clark’s name! his heart was still buzzing from that.

Jason nuzzled his fathers limp hand, lightly biting it as if trying to wake Bruce up.

Clark tutted and pulled Jason off Bruce’s hand, Jason histed and bit Clarks instead.

“Uh- buddy not the best idea, can we just focus on your dad instead of attacking me? Please. Please don’t bite me.” Clark said, holding the pup at arm’s length.

Jason seemed to understand the word dad, but not much else. He did stop, but kept his glare as he looked at Clark, then looked pointedly at Bruce. Communicating something along the lines of ‘fix him’.

Clark chuckled nervously at the pup’s command, letting him go and watching as Jason simply let himself sink to the sand so he could lay his chin on his dad’s tail, whining softly. Clark winced at the sight, sighing.

“Ok,” he muttered, nodding at Jason. “You can stay on my back while I fix your father, just don’t bite me.”

Jason obviously didn’t need to be told twice, backpacking himself on Clarks back and wrapping his tail around Clark’s stomach to secure himself. It was a bit tricker to work while he had a pup on his back, but cark managed to mauver himself and keep working. He had found seaweed and sponge and was placing the sponge over the more serious cuts before wrapping the seaweed around them in a makeshift bandage. It wasn’t the best job, but it would deter anything from getting worse.

He lifted Bruce into his arms and started on his way back to the league, noticing as Jason started to drift off on his shoulder, almost falling. Clark wrapped a piece of seaweed around his own chest, then over Jason’s back to swaddle him against his back so the pup could fall asleep. Jason tried to be upset about it, but he really couldn’t as he felt himself be pulled under by the inane urge of sleep.

With a pup drifting against his shoulder and a fully grown Mer against his chest, Clark carefully entered the league hall.

He entered to find Dick in a heated debate with Hal, arguing over something or another while Dick was holding the sleeping Damian, and Tim was hiding under the table examining everyone.

“Clark!” Hal said when he got back in, stalking over and staring Clark down. Dick was offended he was left hanging but instead collected Tim from where he was doing his examinations as he swam behind Clark, sticking his lounge out.

“What the fuck was that?” Hal gritted his teeth, “you left us babysitting children! Random child-“

“Hal, if you want to keep your Tonge you won’t swear in front of my kids.” Clark said sternly, moving an arm to hold Dicks hand.

The league was basically shocked it see Clark actually with kids, and-

“Is that the anomaly  we kept getting reports about?” Arthur asked, eyes narrowing. Clark wasn’t honestly phased, instead staring word and not dropping his gaze.

“He is not it. This is Bruce. If anyone has any questions, don’t ask them. I don’t care.”

With that Clark knelt down to Dicks level, who was holding a sleepy Damian and a Tim who was clinging to his arm. Clark smiled.

“Hey, we can go back to my place, ok? Well leave these four there and then you can take me to the other kids, and they can stay with me, at least until your dads ok. Dose that sound good?” Clark asked.

Dick nodded, shooting a glare at Hal and following Clark. Tim didn’t get the memo and swam up to Hal, blinking. Hal picked him up by his arm and stared at the child, Tim grabbed his hair and took some for himself, blinking at Hal as he held the small bit of hair. Hal dropped Tim, who stayed on the bottom as he stared.

“Tim!” Dick called, looking at his brother. “You don’t need more bits for your collection, hurry up!”

Hal was very disturbed when the small pup swam away, keeping his eyes on Hal as Dick grabbed his hand and pulled him along. It wasn’t a long swim back to Clark’s place, Dick woke up Jason softly and handed Damian to him, before setting Tim down on a coral bed and tugging on Clark’s hand.

“C’mon.” He mumbled, pulling on it. “we’ve got to go get the others, then I can relax.”

“Ok, ok. Let’s go.” Clark said softly, following the kid out of the room. Dick did need guiding back to the reef, but once Dick realised where he was, he shot off in one direction. It wasn’t a speed Clark couldn’t easily match, but he did wonder why the pup was so desperate to get back.

Clark’s eyes did widen when Dick went from reef, to deeper. And deeper. Clark was sort of scared they’d come across the trench monsters, but when he went to tell Dick to go up Dick didn’t listen to him, instead going deeper.

Eventually just above a nest of trench creatures, Dick swerved and went into a cave, Clark soon to follow. Dick paused for a minute before he clicked a few times. Dick saw a few flashes and took that as reason to continue, going further into the cave. Clark followed him, eyes shifting around till he saw three more kids. One of them the same Mer type as Bruce, which was cool.

Cassandra was holding a sleeping duke as Stephine was already swimming around Clark curiously. Cassandra flashed a question to Dick, and he nodded.

“This is dads’ boyfriend.” Dick whisper. “Has letting us stay at his place, c’mon.”

Clark was about to protest about the  boyfriend part, well they weren’t together yet, but he got handed a sleeping duke by Cass and had to follow the small part of the brood as they swam passed him, Dick tugging Clark along again.

Clark followed the kids, still off guard by the face they were so deep into the water, but he felt himself able to breath easy again when they got higher.

He looked to the sleeping pup in his arms to the other ones following him, conversing in hushed whispers.  He would’ve laughed in most situations, but he was a little annoyed at the fact that they weren’t explaining the location in the slightest. But either way, that doesn’t really matter right now.

When he got back to the apartment, he ushered the kids into the room his bed was in, where the others were. They honestly just moved into a kind of pile, going to sleep like that. Clarks former irritation was forgotten in the presence of seeing a bunch of cute kids. He hummed, a smile onto his face as he slipped out of the room.

Swimming out,  back to the couch where he had left Bruce, he saw the other sitting up and slowly peeling the seaweed of his tail with an annoyed expression.

“Oh- hey you need that to be safe.” Clark said, swimming over and grabbing Bruce’s hands in one of his, softly re-wrapping the seaweed. He looked up at the other with a smile and sat next to him when he was done.

Bruce looked at him, before just nodding and- and actually leaning on his shoulder. Clark wasn’t able to pinpoint his heart stopped, but it had, and as he wrapped his arms around the other shoulders and leaned his head on top of Bruce, he knew this was where he was going to stay.

Haters be dammed.

(WHOO! Another chapter done, a big one this time! Anyway, I think this one might be one of the last, but don’t worry! I mean the last for this story. Not this au. After I’m done with this, instead of dragging this part of the story on ill host a poll and get you guys to vote on what aspect to work on next, yes it will still be SuperBat centric, but it will be a chance for you all to get a say, and for us to continue this story! If anyone who can and wants to draw enjoys this, and actually dose something for it, please send it in asks! Id love to see any creative works honestly. Even head cannons you have ideas on as well; I’ll try work it into the story if I like it! Anyway, thanks for reading, if you want to be added to tag list just ask and have an amazing day!)

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Part three of Jon and the Wayne’s! This time with Jason.

“Hello other murder hobo kind of adopted brother.”

Jason looked up at Jon, a kindly offended and a little weirded out expression on his face.

“I don’t know that I ever consented to this.”

Jon looked up at him blankly, not faltering.

“I didn’t know you had a choice in the matter.”

Jason paused, and nodded.

“That’s actually incredibly fair considering my track record.” He mused.

“How can I help?”

Jon looked blankly at him, before sighing.

“Can I have 20 bucks to go get FroYo?”

“Sounds like a lot for FroYo.”

“I like FroYo.”

“Why aren’t you asking Bruce?”

“I did.”

“And what did he say?”

“No.”

“So then why are you asking me?”

Jon scoffed at Jason’s questions? Crossing his arms and leaning on his back foot.

“Because he’s not the boss of you.”

Jason inhaled very deep into his nose before letting it out ate starting at the floor, slowing looking up and Jon and taking to himself.

“Oookay it’s a trap, it’s a trap, you know it’s a trapped, you’ve trained for this, calm down-“

“You said he was a depressed caffeine addicted little bitch.” Jon said, raising an eyebrow and adjusting his beanie.

Jason, looking back at the boy and shifting on his feet said, rather loudly.

“That doesn’t reflect my beliefs, actually!”

“You’re sweating.” Jon said, fighting the little smirk off his face.

“No I’m just dying, it’s been happening for a while actually.” Jason hugged back, tugging on his collar while glaring down at the boy.

“Isn’t that so sad? Lest talk about that for a while.” He added, trying to veer the conversation off its plotted course.

Jon swigged, playing all off and glancing away.

“I mean, look, I get why you’d be scared of Bat-dad.” He said, baiting Jason.

Jason fell hook line and sinker.

“I AM NOT-“ Jason started but was cut off by a clattering of metal in the distance. He froze, before leaning closer to Jon and hissing.

“I am not scared of him.”

Jon knew he had him.

“Really? Because I heard he could kick your ass. Even when you were fully red-hood.”

Jason shit up and said loudly.

“Well he is entitled to his-“

He hissed this park:

“Very wrong.”

Before being all loud again.

“Opinions!”

Jon tilted his head.

“So he couldn’t take you in your heyday?”

Jason glared at him.

“I resent that wording and I could take him right now and I wouldn’t need a gun to do it.”

Jon acted interested and looked at Jason, putting on his best innocent curious face.

“What would you need?”

Jason fell again, much to Jon’s delight, and replied.

“Katey Perry playlist, a surround sound-system, and a crowbar.”

Jon put on his best shocked face and turned his tone lighter.

“Really? It’s that easy?”

Jason smirked and leaned down.

“Like a cat in the fucking bathtub.”

“But, I mean, if he’s so easily bodied by you, why would you fear saying yes? Why wouldn’t you contradict him on the FroYo thing?”

Jason considered it and looked both ways. Knowing his reputation was on the line he pulled a twenty out of his vest and held it out to Jon.

“Here you go, young Kent.”

“Thank you.” Jon said sweetly, about to walk away before turning on his heel.

“Oh, I forgot one thing. Thank you, and, WE GOT ‘IM!”

Bruce, who was standing behind Jason, placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down to whisper.

“What was that about Katey Perry?”

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