Title: On Time as a Tide
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
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.
I uttered the Five Words, and thereafter the Guardians seek my death: The Rings Are A Placebo.
Title: At Darkness' Shore
It's the same nightmare every night. I see myself, young and naive, giving the Detective a generation's respite as a wedding gift. I wake every morning with ashes in my mouth.
There are Arkhams all over the world, now, and guilt weights over my shoulders heavier than the centuries.
Title: The Return of Bruce Wayne
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 Architect
Fandom: DC AU
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.
Just let me go.
Fandom: DC AU
Crime took away your loved ones. But now you have found a way to strike back at crime, and the only cost will be your soul.
"Close your eyes. I want you to breathe deeply and follow my voice."
Your soul, and any chance of happiness this orphaned boy will ever have. You almost waver, you almost stop, but your daughter died even younger than him.
"Picture the scariest thing you know. Tell me what you see."
"I see... a bat."
You nod, even though the hypnotized child can't see you. "Very good, Bruce. Now I want you to imagine yourself being a bat."