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What if the justice leuge broke up due to a clash? And when dark side attacked, the only member who came was Bruce.
(Rät by Penelope Scot, read at discretion, enjoy.)
“Your… the only one who came?” Darkside said, starring at the man.
“You all can barely defeat me together. And you expect to survive alone?”
Bruce stared back at him. He was tired. Just tired. He’s been trying to keep everything together, keeping the world safe, dealing with his kids, and with the absolute mess that’s been left behind.
“No. But I’m the last chance they got.”
The villains brow furrowed as he looked down at the other. This… wasn’t what he expected. But, he could humour the human.
“Last chance, hmm? Tell me, why are they worth saving?”
That threw Bruce a pause. He finally met the gods gaze, with a questioning one of his own.
“I’ve grown up here. This is my home. I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God.” Bruce started. His voice pained and stoicism behind the mask crumbing.
“They made technology, high quality.
And complex, physiological, experiments and sacrilege in the name of ‘public good’s.
It taught me everything, just like a parent should.”
The villain listened, and waited. He hadent heard a cultish speak like this before. He had half a mind to just take the human then demand the others come to his rescue. But humans were allways fun to work up. He could let this one work himself up. It’d make him esiar to take prisoner.
“Mmm. go on.”
Bruce wasn’t even thinking at the moment. He’d been up and down with barely any sleep for the past week, trying to run the justice leuge alone. Which shouldn’t be bad since he was the only one who stayed, but was just that her because everyone had gone back to their own place. Heros were at an a time minimum and he had stepped up because of some damn complex. He wasn’t even able to take care of Gotham anymore, he left Dick and Jason with that.
“And it was beautiful, and vulnerable. Gave us power and success. God damn, I fell for it, the fame and words, their tunnels and tech. I studied hard, because I wanted to do one thing great, or two. And the real tragedy? half of it is true.” Bruce said getting more and more worked up. He was done trying to be strong. He was just gonna vent to someone, then leave and have a nap. Seemed the best option right now.
“But we’re all so fuckin' mean, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church. And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth. I bit the apple 'cause I loved it, and why would they lie?
And then I realized it’s all just as naïve as I am.”
Bruce took a breath before continuing, tears brimming despite himself.
“Well, I don't want to eat the rich, I'd have to eat my heroes first.
And my tuition's paid by blood, I might deserve earths fate or worse.
But I don't need that goddamn money, I don't need jack shit, that’s true. So when I speak, you bet your life my words are trues.
Let me level with you, man, as someone guilty of the game, I took the help, I took the cash, I would've taken his last name.
So if any guy on Earth should get to make a call about this, It should be me, and as I see it, life’s a dick.”