He looked up at the portrait of his parents.
“My hands are…I’ve…all I’ve done all my life is break things. I’m not the sort of man Dad wanted me to be. I don’t think I know how to build what I want for Gotham. I’m just burning the chaff.”
“Master Bruce,” Alfred said, his heart now as heavy as the room.
hug prompt 3: hurt/comfort
- Part 1 of Hug Prompts
“Cassandra,” he said gently, and it was a gift how he said her name, so unlike the way He had always said her name. One was like a blanket, the other like broken bones.
“Sick,” she croaked, leaning against the dryer.
“Strep,” he agreed, that word that she had just yesterday learned meant agony in her throat and hatred in the rest of her— body hating itself. “Wait here.”
hug prompt 4: sick!fic
- Part 2 of Hug Prompts
Drinking Problem by audreycritter for Cerusee
26 Jun 2018
Jason is standing by the workout mats, helmet on, and has just pushed the shake toward his mouth again. The stainless steel straw hits the solid face of his helmet with the same metallic plink. He tries a fourth time while Bruce is staring.
There’s no response.
hug prompt 13: clinging
- Part 3 of Hug Prompts
Bruce also hadn’t spoken about the condition of the bodies he’d found in the sewer but that wasn’t unusual, for him to avoid it. Alfred didn’t yet know if this meant it was too horrific to verbalize or merely the sort of gore that faded into all the other gore Gotham routinely offered.
It had been something of a month.
It frequently was.
hug prompt 14: couch cuddling
- Part 4 of Hug Prompts