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    So, it didn’t start out like this.

     

    Alfred would scoff at the statement, about how Bruce was trying to justify the whole situation to himself. It had started out as a simple design, black everything with black outlines and black hood. It got a little more intense as the world went on, got wind of his ghost on the streets, and became scared of The Bat . So Bruce got a little more creative with it, Alfred and him had a good laugh over the name, the scare, and Alfred had a vicious streak of humor that he had passed onto his ward-

     

    So now the suit had a visible bat-theme, an insignia to drape in the shadows and to paint across the streets of Gotham.

     

    It only took a year into the whole charade of heroism for Bruce to overhear a conversation between some goons- some low level thug hired by the Riddler this week- about nothing at all pertaining to what the hell the Riddler was doing in the sewers but instead:

    “ The Batman can fly, you know, I’ve seen his wings.”

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    A world where nobody has wings, but people think they do, and that changes everything.

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    05 Jul 2026

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    "Were you aware that LuthorCorp was using Wayne technology in their illegal weapons programs?"

    For the first time, Bruce looked genuinely surprised. "Those contracts were terminated."

    "When? Before or after Luthor's crimes became public?"

    Bruce was quiet for a long moment, his fingers drumming against the arm of his chair. "I'd have to check with our legal department about the specific timeline."

    "So you don't know?"

    Bruce was silent.


    Gotham's drowning, Batman's bleeding, and a nosy reporter won't stop asking why.

    Three years after the flood, a rot festers, born from the stragglers of Riddler's movement.

    The Sons of Gotham, neo-Nazis with mysteriously deep pockets, rise from the grime. Bruce bleeds for a city that keeps sinking.

    Enter Clark Kent: infuriatingly earnest, maddeningly handsome, and asking questions Bruce can't answer.

    When threats grow too big for one city, Batman reluctantly teams up with Superman. Saving Gotham wasn't hard.

    Letting someone help? Letting someone in? Easier said than done.


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    05 Jul 2026

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    Tony Stark is newly sixteen, with chapped lips and a gram and a half of cocaine in his system, the first time he meets the Winter Soldier.

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    12 Jan 2026

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    Every child is born with two marks, one from their mother and one from their father. They say that each mark represents a lesson your soulmates will teach you, that you can gain more and more as you go through life.

    Tony was born with four. They said he was destined for greatness.
    If this is what greatness looks like, then Tony doesn't want it.

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    13 Nov 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    best stuckony fic on this site fr.

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    “Sorry,” Steve says. “I’m sorry, I know this doesn’t make any sense to you, but can I just–”

    Eddie lets him approach, this time. Lets him reach out to touch, to curl his fingers in the hem of Eddie’s shirt.

    “Sorry, I know I probably sound crazy, I just––” he pulls it up, stares at Eddie’s side, and then lets out a hysterical little noise that sounds like a cross between a laugh and a sob.

    “You’re ok,” Steve says.

    His fingers are hot on Eddie’s skin, pressed light and shockingly reverent to the space between his hip and rib cage.

    “You’re ok,” he repeats. It sounds like he’s trying to convince himself.

    “Hey,” Eddie says. It comes out more breathless than he’d prefer but Steve fucking Harrington has him backed against a wall in a bathroom with his hands up Eddie’s shirt so he thinks a little lack of air is warranted. “Are you ok?”

    The fingers on his abdomen flex. "No,” Steve says. His eyes are wide and fathomless and the look on his face is terrible. “No, I’m not even remotely ok.”

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    13 Nov 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    i just spent an hour searching through my fic history to find this one to reread it.