Title: On Time as a Tide Fandom: DCU(s) Rating: PG13
A being less patient, or just less immortal, would have despaired long ago. But Metron is both, and his work continues. There must be some version of the universe, he feels, in which someone breaks the Wall and gets to see what lies behind.
Metron will be looking over its shoulder, and know the answer to the last question he has left to ask.
Title: A short note on the killing of hydras Fandom: DCU AU Rating: PG13
Chaos is too diffuse for one man to fight, but organized crime is a more powerful blight. It's a fine line, and as dangerous as Batman's nights can be, they have an almost restful simplicity that's absent from the Kingpin's day.
Title: The Return of Bruce Wayne Rating: PG13 Fandom: DC AU Author Notes: Not my Bat-verse, but sometimes I feel 'meh.'
He had thought about stopping. Seriously, for once. Not even Batman would be expected to survive an Omega sanction. Wasn't this the moment for both of them to let go? But Dick had taken the mantle, and that was an inheritance of endless darkness that he would protect the boy from, even if he couldn't protect his first surrogate son.
Ten levels below Wayne Manor, Alfred Pennyworth activates the cloning tanks that will give birth to yet another Bruce Wayne, fulfilling once more a promise made to a child gone mad with grief. As long as there's still crime, had said Bruce, so many lifetimes ago. And Alfred had been mad enough to agree.
He sits in front of a console, now, monitoring the growth and programming of what Bruce once felt he had to become. Very carefully, he doesn't think about the files labelled 'Alfred Pennyworth.'
Title: The Riddle Fandom: DC non-canon future Rating: PG13
She seems made of stone rather than skin. If she breathes, she does it beyond your notice. Her machines are active and her eyes are open, but neither is a sure sign. This is her place, hidden for decades in plain sight, and this is her body, and these are certainly her machines, a mixture of the ancient, the cutting-edge, and the alien or the impossible. But is this her?
Title: Boundary Rating: PG13 Fandom: DC, although not necessarily so. Author Notes: A bit of an experimental fragment.
I was careful. I didn't want anyone to think I was crazy. I had a notebook on one hand as I walked through the halls, always keeping my right hand lightly touching the wall.
Hours later I was back when I started. Not once had my hand brushed over an opening or a gap. I tried to remember the path I used to go home to sleep, but I couldn't even remember how my bed looked like. And I couldn't ask my fellow doctors, could I? They'd think I was insane, and get me committed. Perhaps here. That... that I wouldn't be able to stand.
"It's alright, doctor," said one of the patients from behind a door I never crossed. "You're just tired. Take a nap." He was right, I thought, and went to look for a bed in the resting rooms. Perhaps a shower, later. It wouldn't be the first one to go from shift to shift like that. I couldn't remember, in fact, the last time I had seen anyone come to work to Arkham from outside.
"Do you happen to remember," said the patient as I walked away, "the definition of inside?" His laughter was frightening, and I wished I knew how to get away.
This isn't about Wayne's money, or about his insanity. I have worked for him, like most people in Gotham, and I have met him, like almost no-one, and I don't need any of his money and I don't care about his mind. It's about what he has built under his home, that place nobody is supposed to know about where he spends all of his hours.
Oh, I knew the rumors. It's the oldest urban legend in Gotham, and as an architect I get told theories more often than most. What's inside Bruce Wayne's mansion? What does a guy with all the money in the world, and who nobody has ever seen out of his house since he was eight years old, put in his home? I've heard all the stories about harems, giant toy stores, even a reconstruction of the last movie theater he ever went to.
And I know the truth. Not by having seen it, not all of it at least, but what I did see, what I had to see in order to build what he wanted me to build, was enough for me to grasp the whole. That and the sounds. The curses. The crying. The unclassifiable words.
The laughter. God, the laughter. That's when I really knew what the place was. Whoever was laughing like that was too insane to be Bruce Wayne, and too evil to be willingly kept in any place. It's an asylum, isn't it? Bruce Wayne has built an asylum under his home, and he keeps expanding it as he fills it with people he brings from who knows where, and then he walks through it every night.
I get it. I mean, I don't get it, but I know the prisoners are bad. I've heard them. I know. But I'm not bad, and I won't tell anyone.
Please, let me go. You have to let me go, Mr. Pennyworth. Please.