05.04 MCU版ムーンナイトseason1完結から1年🌙

sometimes you're forced to confront the fact that your father will always die for you and you have a very public mental breakdown about it

Tim stared at the projector, biting his lip nervously as he watched an alternate version of Diana and Hal hold down a howling, begging alternate version of Dick as their Bruce vanished through the door, infected blood dripping onto the bomb strapped to his side.

"How many?" his version of Dick asks quietly beside him, the kind of quiet that reminded Tim of the hiss just before a kettle really started screaming.

"Well, it's hard to say, I cannibalized the tech off Evil-Alternate-Superman-42 and it's good but not good enough to scan the entire multiverse so any data is collects isn't really-"

"How many, Tim."

"-conclusive..."He sighs, but doesn't keep fighting. "....98%."

Dick's eyes widen behind his mask. Tim keeps going, pushing it all out as a single blow.

"Counting all the times Bruce dies 98% of the time it's for one of us."

Because it really wasn't just the first Robin, Tim had had an illuminating 36 minutes watching a version of Bruce slip the only intact gas mask over his Tim's unconscious face, whisper that he loved him, and then asphyxiate. Tim is... Tim is just not going to think about it, is what Tim is going to do.

Unfortunately that doesn't actually help. Which he supposes is fair because they did just watch 22 different Bruce's sacrifice themselves for 22 different Richard Grayson's- they had both silently chosen not to talk about the couple of times it had been Richard Wayne.

He vaguely remembers a universe where Bruce was a cat, maybe that would cheer- aaaaaaand Dick was turning on his heel and sprinting down the watchtowers hallways.

Tim thinks of giving Bruce a warning, thinks of a whispered I love you to an unconscious body that would never hear it, and keeps his silence.

.

His eldest, for all his theatrics and love of drama, isn't one to interrupt a meeting for no reason, so when Dick storms into one Bruce is ready for a catastrophe, a natural disaster, one of the family to be in critical condition. What he gets instead is this.

They all startle when the doors open and Dick's steps, usually so quiet, slam against the floor.

"Nightwing is there something-"

"Dude, we're in a meeting-"

"Are you-"

Bruce says nothing, watching the furious set of his son's shoulders as he rounds the table, eyes locked on Bruce's like a raptor diving for it's target. Dick's always been a creature of focus once he has a goal, has always used that focus to ignore his own agony. So he stands, setting his shoulders, becomes the stubborn wall he's known as.

"Everyone out," he barks, to immediate protest.

"Excuse you?" Hal raises his eyebrows, "for one you don't dismiss us and for another-"

"Tell me you wouldn't die for me."

Everyone swerves to look at Dick, jaws dropping.

"Well of course he wouldn't," Ollie chuckles after a moment of stunned silence, so quick to diffuse the tension with a joke, something Dick usually goes along with, "he'd have to love anything other than-"

"Shut the fuck up," Dick snarls, voice as guttural as when he plays Batman, furious in a way he never is with the other heroes. The tension ratchets further, and Bruce is grateful when Superman ushers everyone out, shooting worried looks at the both of them.

"What is this about?" Bruce stalls. He can guess. Tim's been making noise about the multi-verse watches since that alternate Nightwing had let him keep the broken extra one that he'd had on him, refusing to explain why the one of his own wrist didn't quite fit him, just like he'd refused to explain his utter, consuming hatred of his world's Superman. It wouldn't surprise him if it had begun to eat at Dick, if he'd felt compelled to go looking. He's just surprised Dick didn't already know that Bruce would die for him, would chose his son's life over his own every time, without thought, without question, without regret.

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alt designs of Strange Magic (2015) characters Bog King and Marianne

you humble my bones you make me feel alive again

They should be together... I hate marvel writers

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megumi. yuuji.

I don’t think Halloween Ends will go that way, Michael

Bucky mentally preparing himself for death is so fucking upsetting because after all of the torture he went through, after all of the physical and mental pain, he survived because Steve saved him, and here he is ready to die for him. He lets himself have this moment of fear because he knows what’s coming, he knows that he’s going to die and he allows himself to accept how scared he really is. He knew what he was getting in to when he made the choice to fight side by side with Steve (because what other choice was there really?), and part of him probably always knew this was how it would end - he was either going to live for Steve or die for him, the only thing left for him to do was to acknowledge his unhappy ending when the time came.