Saturday, 19th August 2023 @ 7:24 PM
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Anonymous asked

Just lost my grandfather today. Can you write anything of when Bruce and the fam comforts his lady?

xxgoblin-dumplingxx

I’m sorry for your loss, anon. I know how painful that is.

“Y/N,” Bruce said softly, wrapping your shawl more firmly around your shoulders, “Are you-”

“She really never looked for me,” you murmur. “It never- she never cared-”

When you break off, swallowing hard and struggling for words. Grappling with a pain Bruce can’t understand. “She only wanted-”

“I know,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you as tightly as he dared. “I love you. We all do- I just-” He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know how to say it. He just can’t take this.

It’s heart breaking in a way that’s hard to describe. His ghosts- his past. He’d had a chance to make peace with it. To understand it. How it affected him.

But your past just kept coming. kept coming back to his you again and again. Tearing you apart at every other turn.

“Why wasn’t I enough?” you murmur. “She left me- she didn’t even try-”

And when the sobs start. When you cling to Bruce, all he can do is hold you. Letting the weight of your grief bear you slowly and inevitably to the ground. “It was never your fault,” Bruce said softly. “Shhh, baby don’t-”

“She left me.”

You said it over and over. And each time it stung. Bruce felt the betrayal. A long held hope being crushed. You hoped she looked. You hoped she loved you. It was the story you told yourself. That somewhere out there your mother loved you. The same way you loved your son. The son you’d moved heaven and earth to look for. On the slim chance he MIGHT have survived.

Even after all this time, you hoped. You dreamed. And now it was gone.

All he can do is rock you.

He doesn’t notice at first. Too busy trying to keep body and soul together. But one by one, kids file in.

“You never left us,” Cass said softly.

“Not even when no one would have blamed you,” Dick added.

The others are quiet. But they press closer. Edging nearer. Not sure what to say. Or what to do. And only knowing that they can’t let you feel this alone. Not when so many of them knew a similar pain.

Saturday, 19th August 2023 @ 3:55 PM
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homunculus-argument

Therapy is risky because sometimes they'll just ask you their standard "why can't you, though", and you think you're making some good point by saying something like "well if I don't do anything with my life then what's the point of being alive in the first place" and your therapist gets that look on their face and you immediately realise that your dumb ass just got caught, pinned to the ground with your stupid-ass neck between the spikes of a pitchfork, and you are not going to wiggle out of there before you two unpack what the fuck you just said.

A black-and-white self-portrait of the artist, depicted here as a nondescript, featureless lizard-like creature, pinned to the ground by the neck with a pitchfork, unharmed but unable to escape, with a startled expression of a sense of impending doom, knowing he fucked up.ALT