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"Why did my parents leave me to you?" Bruce asks, with enough childlike genuinity and confusion that Alfred can't even be offended by the slightly backhanded accusation.
In a way, he can agree with the boy's disbelief. Why had Thomas and Martha Wayne left their darling son to a man who they barely knew in any emotional capacity? Serving them lunch and organising their linen closet is hardly a reason to write him into their wills.
Staring down at Bruce, the butler desperately tries to work out how to explain to an eight year old that his parents might have been insane.
But maybe, the insane one is him.
(Alfred Pennyworth's life from butler to friend to father.)
Bookmarked by Samysam
17 Mar 2026
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“They’ve left me a son” ok rip my heart out why don’t u
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IF EVERYTHING IS TEMPORARY (I WILL BEAR THE UNBEARABLE). by orpheusaki
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
03 Mar 2023
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"Father. Do not panic. I have everything under control."
Bruce immediately begins to panic, because Damian should know his father would never panic, so whatever has happened, whatever Damian claims he has under control, is undoubtedly going to make Bruce panic. Like right now. He's panicking.
But just as Bruce pushes himself to sit up on the bed, with great difficulty due to the bandages across his stomach, eyes darting over Damian to find any injuries —
Thomas Wayne, age thirty, walks through his bedroom door.
(Or; a ten step guide of things not to do when you're sent to the past, by Bruce Wayne.)
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"I kill so others don't have to," Bruce states firmly and clearly. This entire situation didn't seem like it could get any more bizarre, what with Bruce sitting in the dark and polishing guns, but somehow it just has, "While you are here you will not kill."
Jason's throat is scratchy and dry with terror, but the insatiable feeling of being talked over and disregarded is a fresh wound. He can't back down from this if he tried, "I've killed. I still kill. Who the fuck do you think you are to stop me?"
Bruce gently sets down his gun, and picks up the blade beside him with practised ease. Jason's blood runs cold when the man wearing his father's face says, "You will die by my hand if you try."
(Jason meets a version of Bruce who has manifested his fears very differently.)
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“I'm not suicidal,” Bruce says with a roll of his eyes, reaching out to take a biscuit from the plate in front of him. Alfred had specifically sent them with him to give to Clark, but what he doesn't know can't hurt him.
Besides, Clark doesn't even seem to mind, given he's more focused on glaring at Bruce from across the table, “I didn’t say you were. I simply made some observations.”
(The recurrent pattern of coming and going, decline and regrowth, of Bruce Wayne.)
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“You're American?” The young man turns to him. Despite the faint ringing in his ears, Bruce hears the man's tone of slight displeasure, and suspicion, at the fact.
Wiping his cheek with the back of his hand and grimacing at the sting and blood that comes away, Bruce sighs, “And you're English. What an awful pair we make.”
It was the right amount of wit and humorous self deprecation, since the stranger grins in response, “Pleasure to meet you. I wish it was under better circumstances.”
Military, Bruce assumes, shaking the hand firmly, “Thomas Malone.” he introduces himself with a polite nod.
“Alfred Pennyworth,” the young man replies, eyes narrowing when Bruce startles and squeezes his hand a little too tight. Holy shit.
(Bruce gets sent fifty years into the past and meets a familiar stranger.)
Bookmarked by Samysam
17 Mar 2026
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Perfect!!! This was an amazing concept and you wrote it so well!! I love your writing omg