From the fic's notes: I dislike Heroes in Crisis rather a lot, but the concept of a Sanctuary using Virtual Reality for the psychological treatment of heroes is a fascinating one, so here's a take — not quite canon's — on how it works for the Trinity. Well, sort of.
Title: Requiescat in Pace, Bruce Wayne Fandom: DCU Rating: PG13 Author Notes: DC has given some spoilers about Bruce's return (that he will return was, of course, only to be expected). I haven't seen them, but I'm guessing they have nothing to do with this.
He can rest. Human civilization is barely beginning. There's little society, and no crime to speak of. Nothing for him to do. The timestream is too fragile as it is, and Gotham is a mirage in the far future, so to preserve his city he will do, for once in his life, precisely nothing at all.
The Paleolithic sky is clean and beautiful. Bruce rests on a shallow hill, looking at the stars with eyes that feel younger than they have any right to. Perhaps it's the world, or perhaps just himself.
It's a young planet. Ten thousand years, give or take, before Earth has the technology and organization to resist invasions from space, or to keep immortal madmen like Ra's al Ghul and Vandal Savage in check. Only sheer luck had stood between humanity and them.
Bruce sighs, entirely unsurprised by what some of his least empirically-minded colleagues-to-be would call 'fate'. Standing up, he begins calculations to orient himself using the far past's stars. It's probably around a thousand miles to the nearest Lazarus Pit.
From an earlier post: By the way, I'm still not writing the fic where there was never an Alfred until J'onn happened to walk by the wrong alley during the right night, took Bruce in and telepathically retconned Alfred Pennyworth into everybody's mind.
This isn't that fic, but what came out when I tried to write it.
Title: Mobius Paths Fandom: DC AU Rating: PG13 Summary: Sometimes there are many ways to save somebody. And sometimes there are none.