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Death Comes When It's Not Supposed To by quips_and_contradictions_queer
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types
02 Aug 2017
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The Force is life. The Force does not appreciate things like the Death Star. The Force dumps the Death Star on the Jedi just at the end of the Clone Wars and considers that problem dealt with. Everyone else involved is not so sure about that.
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20 Sep 2026
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Jason knows it has to be bad if Bruce is asking him for help.
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Pseudo-Diegetic Narrative by writersagainstwritersblock
Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types
04 Feb 2026
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Looking down, Bruce found a little boy staring up at him with big blue eyes. Rain weighed down his dark hair and dripped onto the shoulders of his unbuttoned yellow rain jacket, the t-shirt underneath quickly becoming soaked. On his feet were the smallest pair of green galoshes Bruce had ever seen.
“Batman,” the boy said with wonder, clutching at the edge of his cape. “You’re really Batman.”
“…I am.”
The little boy held up his hands in the universal gesture for up. Glancing around, Bruce expected to find an adult not far behind, but he couldn’t see any parent-shaped figures nearby as actors ducked under umbrellas, camera crew reset their equipment, and PAs scrambled around the makeshift set.
“Up,” the boy said, stretching up onto his tiptoes.
Bruce picked him up.
“I don’t see them,” the boy pouted. “I thought since you’re so tall I would see them from up here.”
“Your parents?”
“I was ‘posed to stay put, but I didn’t, and there’s a lot, a lot of tall people here.”
“Mm.”
“I know you are very busy fighting the bad guys,” the boy said seriously. “But you help people too, right?”
“Yes.” Bruce’s chest tightened. “We’ll find them."
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Mid-afternoon, he wandered Gotham from the ground, idly searching for dumpsters that might be a good place for a next meal on his way to the fairgrounds where Haly’s Circus had pitched their tents two years ago. The ground was bare, dirt hard packed with the approaching winter, and dead leaves crunching under foot. A handful of trees lined the edge, naked branches reaching out towards him. Perhaps at one point there had been a forest at their back, but now it could hardly be called a grove. Dick dug the toe of his too-big boots into the dirt trying to picture the strings of light overhead, the big top tent, and the caravans circled around to create their own neighborhood in every city they stopped in.
“Retrace your steps,” Dick said, turning in circles. “Where did you see Dick Grayson last?”
Two years ago, Dick Grayson went missing, but no one was there to notice. Returning to the scene of the crime, he’s determined to get revenge not only for his parents, but also, for himself and every other child who went missing by the same hands that snatched him away. Becoming Robin, building a family, and tricking a billionaire into believing he’s got four kids is totally part of that revenge plot. Totally.