𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚈 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃
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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝑨 𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻.
Pinned
Tim slid the pick in and to fish out the bullet and was very careful while doing so. He had gentle hands when it came to these kinds of things.
“There we go.” He placed it on the table, then began to clean and disinfect the wound. “This will sting a bit.” Spraying it, it started to
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“There we go.” He placed it on the table, then began to clean and disinfect the wound. “This will sting a bit.” Spraying it, it started to
—
Bruce grunted, resisting the urge to move too much. This was no time to be stubborn. He couldn't reach the bullet by himself.
"I believe you," 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
Taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and gave Tim a sharp nod.
"I believe you," 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
Taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and gave Tim a sharp nod.
“Lets get it out.”
Tim rolled over the cold steel operating table. “I’m no Alfred but I promise, I can stitch pretty okay.”
He reached over to the rack and grabbed a few things. Thread, needle, spray. “Ready?”
Tim rolled over the cold steel operating table. “I’m no Alfred but I promise, I can stitch pretty okay.”
He reached over to the rack and grabbed a few things. Thread, needle, spray. “Ready?”
October 14, 2025 at 6:10 PM
Tim slid the pick in and to fish out the bullet and was very careful while doing so. He had gentle hands when it came to these kinds of things.
“There we go.” He placed it on the table, then began to clean and disinfect the wound. “This will sting a bit.” Spraying it, it started to
—
“There we go.” He placed it on the table, then began to clean and disinfect the wound. “This will sting a bit.” Spraying it, it started to
—
“Lets get it out.”
Tim rolled over the cold steel operating table. “I’m no Alfred but I promise, I can stitch pretty okay.”
He reached over to the rack and grabbed a few things. Thread, needle, spray. “Ready?”
Tim rolled over the cold steel operating table. “I’m no Alfred but I promise, I can stitch pretty okay.”
He reached over to the rack and grabbed a few things. Thread, needle, spray. “Ready?”
Relief washed over him when he heard Tim's voice. Bruce placed a hand over his. "Son," he sighed.
He pulled the cowl off, then the cape came next. "Only a stray bullet. It's not—not anywhere near my spine."
He pulled the cowl off, then the cape came next. "Only a stray bullet. It's not—not anywhere near my spine."
“I still call for him sometimes, too.”
Tim placed his hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “Lets get you fixed up, Bruce. What was it this time?”
Tim placed his hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “Lets get you fixed up, Bruce. What was it this time?”
October 14, 2025 at 1:25 PM
“Lets get it out.”
Tim rolled over the cold steel operating table. “I’m no Alfred but I promise, I can stitch pretty okay.”
He reached over to the rack and grabbed a few things. Thread, needle, spray. “Ready?”
Tim rolled over the cold steel operating table. “I’m no Alfred but I promise, I can stitch pretty okay.”
He reached over to the rack and grabbed a few things. Thread, needle, spray. “Ready?”
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“I still call for him sometimes, too.”
Tim placed his hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “Lets get you fixed up, Bruce. What was it this time?”
Tim placed his hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “Lets get you fixed up, Bruce. What was it this time?”
Coming home with a bullet lodged in his back was nothing unusual. At least it used to be that way. Lately, the pain felt way 𝘵𝘰𝘰 real for his liking. Thanks to Batmobile's auto drive, he could focus on staying alive and made it back in front of his computer.
"Alf—" 𝘰𝘩. Not there. He'd do it alone.
"Alf—" 𝘰𝘩. Not there. He'd do it alone.
October 13, 2025 at 6:23 PM
“I still call for him sometimes, too.”
Tim placed his hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “Lets get you fixed up, Bruce. What was it this time?”
Tim placed his hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “Lets get you fixed up, Bruce. What was it this time?”
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"Look up. It's- 𝙎𝙐𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉!"
October 3, 2025 at 2:22 AM
"Look up. It's- 𝙎𝙐𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉!"
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Do you know how little that narrows it down?
That... video app.
What app?
October 3, 2025 at 1:50 AM
Do you know how little that narrows it down?
“Even with that fall?”
He huffed. “What brings you to Gotham?”
He huffed. “What brings you to Gotham?”
September 27, 2025 at 3:36 PM
“Even with that fall?”
He huffed. “What brings you to Gotham?”
He huffed. “What brings you to Gotham?”
Trips.
“Kon!” He stood up and dusted himself off. “Dude, I didn’t even know you were there. What the Hell?”
“Kon!” He stood up and dusted himself off. “Dude, I didn’t even know you were there. What the Hell?”
September 27, 2025 at 3:29 PM
Trips.
“Kon!” He stood up and dusted himself off. “Dude, I didn’t even know you were there. What the Hell?”
“Kon!” He stood up and dusted himself off. “Dude, I didn’t even know you were there. What the Hell?”
What app?
Download the app, they said. It'll be good for PR, they said.
The things that I've seen and heard.
Not anything out of the ordinary, but...
The things that I've seen and heard.
Not anything out of the ordinary, but...
September 27, 2025 at 3:24 PM
What app?
Hopping across rooftops.
September 27, 2025 at 12:25 AM
Hopping across rooftops.
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You frighten me sometimes.
September 18, 2025 at 2:54 PM
You frighten me sometimes.
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𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎'𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕
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The Signal, Duke Thomas
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The Signal, Duke Thomas
September 10, 2025 at 10:05 PM
𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎'𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕
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The Signal, Duke Thomas
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The Signal, Duke Thomas
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