Prompt Post - Part Ten
I am REALLY, REALLY SORRY about taking so long, guys, and about not being around much recently. I've been busier than I have in a while, and it just kept slipping my mind between uni applications and volunteering and all sorts- for some reason I thought we were much further off a new post.
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Triggers: Abuse, obsessive/destructive love, incesty undertones are more like overtones in this part.
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The League works round the clock to gather them all. Three days of pandemonium. Luthor won’t stop screaming-they have to sedate him.
It’s three days, before someone notices something else:
Gotham is unaccounted for, and for that matter, so is Batman.
Superman finds them both in the Batcave.
Gotham is wearing an old moth-eaten gown with faded feather boa and pearls. If New York is asphalt and steel, this one is sin and daggers. Her eyes are cold and cruel.
Her face belonged to Martha Wayne.
It’s all wrong. Never has Superman been so afraid before.
And Bruce… Bruce is standing by her, cloaked in bruises, cuts, and burns.
“Neither one of us wants you here,” she says as she traces the line of Bruce’s jaw with her too-sharp nails. To back it up, there’s a chunk of kryptonite at her foot. Clark can’t get close.
“Bruce, we need to get her to the Watchtower,” Superman explains. “We need to keep her safe.”
“I’ll keep her safe,” Batman answers, voice low and dangerous.
“We need to find a way to turn her back. We need to turn them all back.”
“No,” Gotham says. “I like this.” She presses her hand to Bruce’s chest, and then presses all of herself against him. “Bruce, Bruce, my favored son,” she whispers into Bruce’s ears, so low Clark can only hear it because he has superhearing. “How your heart beats. Bu-thump, bu-thump. You’re so strong.” She takes Bruce’s arm and wraps it around her waist. “So strong. How many times have I ripped your heart out? And it still beats. Tell him, tell him Bruce, why does your heart beat? Why are you alive?”
“For you.”
Her eyes are full of malice as they meet Clark’s. She reaches down into Bruce’s belt, taking out a batarang and bringing it up to his chest. She drags it down, over his heart, and Bruce lets out a gasp of pain. A dark red line follows.
“I’ll kill him,” she states matter of factly. “I made him and I’ll kill him. One way or another. But this way, this way, I can feel his heart beat.” She presses her lips to his, and Bruce, like a man possessed, kisses her back. She bites hard on his lip as she breaks the kiss, drawing blood. “This way, I can taste his blood and smell his sweat.
“Now leave. You’re not welcome here.” She picks up the chunk of glowing green rock, and Clark can’t tell if the sickly-green color of her face is her, or if it’s the poisonous rock.
Clark is frozen in place. He can’t leave. Can’t stay. Can’t fight. Can’t harm a hair on Gotham’s head.
And Bruce?
Bruce is lost to Gotham.
A/N I don’t really have a plot or an ending for this… really, I just had the image of Bruce being in an abusive relationship with Gotham. I haven’t quite captured it how I wanted, but whatever. Lex here is the Lex who came out of Suicide Slum, built his own fortune, and then built half of Metropolis. Unlike Lex, Clark isn’t a son of Metropolis, more a friend and guardian.
Should anyone want to build on this and continue it towards some sort of resolution (ridiculously, the only thing I can think of is Joker saving the day), they should feel welcome to do so.
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It's so beautiful.
I love all your cities. Gotham just gave me the right amount of chills. But...where's Robin in the middle of this? I wonder if she feels as possessive considering he wasn't born there, but in a way, she's the one that pulled him as a permanent resident.
This universe is absurdly awesome yesyesYES
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Gotham drew him in for Bruce's sake, and when Bruce no longer needs him, she'll let him go (although he'll always be welcome back).
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Great, great fill
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