Bruce T. Wayne
@he-llgetoverit.bsky.social
"The world only makes sense if you force it to."
NOT SNYDERVERSE.
MDNI (RP)
Penned by DA
SS consideration only w/ 2nd half of #AsYouWish
NOT SNYDERVERSE.
MDNI (RP)
Penned by DA
SS consideration only w/ 2nd half of #AsYouWish
"Your account isn't private. Cute dogs." Bruce pockets his phone.
Yes. He saw a photo of him.
He's trying to figure how and when...
Yes. He saw a photo of him.
He's trying to figure how and when...
January 21, 2026 at 3:14 AM
"Your account isn't private. Cute dogs." Bruce pockets his phone.
Yes. He saw a photo of him.
He's trying to figure how and when...
Yes. He saw a photo of him.
He's trying to figure how and when...
"Am I wrong?" Bruce blinks at Clark, frowning.
"Now who's rude?"
He wonders if Clark realizes his account isnt private, because these photos are...wow.
Wait. Wait a second...
He looks up again at Clark, staring.
"Now who's rude?"
He wonders if Clark realizes his account isnt private, because these photos are...wow.
Wait. Wait a second...
He looks up again at Clark, staring.
January 21, 2026 at 3:04 AM
"Am I wrong?" Bruce blinks at Clark, frowning.
"Now who's rude?"
He wonders if Clark realizes his account isnt private, because these photos are...wow.
Wait. Wait a second...
He looks up again at Clark, staring.
"Now who's rude?"
He wonders if Clark realizes his account isnt private, because these photos are...wow.
Wait. Wait a second...
He looks up again at Clark, staring.
Bruce had found it, after only a little looking. And now he's starting to wish he hadn't.
A bug. A rainbow. Lois' shoes, and they were nice.
"You couldn't afford it."
A bug. A rainbow. Lois' shoes, and they were nice.
"You couldn't afford it."
January 21, 2026 at 2:54 AM
Bruce had found it, after only a little looking. And now he's starting to wish he hadn't.
A bug. A rainbow. Lois' shoes, and they were nice.
"You couldn't afford it."
A bug. A rainbow. Lois' shoes, and they were nice.
"You couldn't afford it."
"You do?" Bruce gives him a slightly bewildered look. "You should really use it more to promote yourself."
He tugs his phone from his pocket, checking his own, looking to see if Clark follows him.
Hoe could he miss that?
He tugs his phone from his pocket, checking his own, looking to see if Clark follows him.
Hoe could he miss that?
January 21, 2026 at 2:40 AM
"You do?" Bruce gives him a slightly bewildered look. "You should really use it more to promote yourself."
He tugs his phone from his pocket, checking his own, looking to see if Clark follows him.
Hoe could he miss that?
He tugs his phone from his pocket, checking his own, looking to see if Clark follows him.
Hoe could he miss that?
"What does anyone do with a newspaper these days?" Bruce has plans, bring it into the future.
"No one reads physical papers anymore. The Daily Planet needs a little panache. Do you use Instagram? All the reporters do now."
"No one reads physical papers anymore. The Daily Planet needs a little panache. Do you use Instagram? All the reporters do now."
January 21, 2026 at 2:25 AM
"What does anyone do with a newspaper these days?" Bruce has plans, bring it into the future.
"No one reads physical papers anymore. The Daily Planet needs a little panache. Do you use Instagram? All the reporters do now."
"No one reads physical papers anymore. The Daily Planet needs a little panache. Do you use Instagram? All the reporters do now."
"Yeah. Off the record."
He sips the drink in his hand, forgotten about until now.
"I wasn't kidding about buying the Planet."
He sips the drink in his hand, forgotten about until now.
"I wasn't kidding about buying the Planet."
January 21, 2026 at 2:09 AM
"Yeah. Off the record."
He sips the drink in his hand, forgotten about until now.
"I wasn't kidding about buying the Planet."
He sips the drink in his hand, forgotten about until now.
"I wasn't kidding about buying the Planet."
"You don't have to."
Its said quicker than he means it to be, but hopefully Clark doesn't notice.
"I... don't mind."
Its said quicker than he means it to be, but hopefully Clark doesn't notice.
"I... don't mind."
January 21, 2026 at 1:57 AM
"You don't have to."
Its said quicker than he means it to be, but hopefully Clark doesn't notice.
"I... don't mind."
Its said quicker than he means it to be, but hopefully Clark doesn't notice.
"I... don't mind."
He can't think of any real reason for Clark to stay.
Alfred and Diana would both kick his ass over this later.
"No. Of course not. You're busy. I'm swamped. You have that whole giant rodent piece to write, right?"
Alfred and Diana would both kick his ass over this later.
"No. Of course not. You're busy. I'm swamped. You have that whole giant rodent piece to write, right?"
January 21, 2026 at 1:46 AM
He can't think of any real reason for Clark to stay.
Alfred and Diana would both kick his ass over this later.
"No. Of course not. You're busy. I'm swamped. You have that whole giant rodent piece to write, right?"
Alfred and Diana would both kick his ass over this later.
"No. Of course not. You're busy. I'm swamped. You have that whole giant rodent piece to write, right?"
"Yeah. Fumes. Parties and all that." Feed into that lie, let Clark think that's all he's about anyway.
Too late, anyway, he's given more to Clark than he's shared with any reporter.
But Clark's more than that right? What does Alfred call those? Friends?
"You're leaving?"
Too late, anyway, he's given more to Clark than he's shared with any reporter.
But Clark's more than that right? What does Alfred call those? Friends?
"You're leaving?"
January 21, 2026 at 1:14 AM
"Yeah. Fumes. Parties and all that." Feed into that lie, let Clark think that's all he's about anyway.
Too late, anyway, he's given more to Clark than he's shared with any reporter.
But Clark's more than that right? What does Alfred call those? Friends?
"You're leaving?"
Too late, anyway, he's given more to Clark than he's shared with any reporter.
But Clark's more than that right? What does Alfred call those? Friends?
"You're leaving?"
"No. I don't. I manage." He has a whole board behind him, people that do the hard work while he throws money at it.
He does other things for Gotham physically. Things that matter more to him than tossing money at a drug addict.
He does other things for Gotham physically. Things that matter more to him than tossing money at a drug addict.
January 21, 2026 at 12:31 AM
"No. I don't. I manage." He has a whole board behind him, people that do the hard work while he throws money at it.
He does other things for Gotham physically. Things that matter more to him than tossing money at a drug addict.
He does other things for Gotham physically. Things that matter more to him than tossing money at a drug addict.
Brows furrowed, Bruce turns away from the window, hand on his drink, picking it up again.
Something for his hands to do.
"Everything. Gotham's a hell hole, Kent. There is nothing redeeming about her, and yet... I funnel funds into various trusts daily to sustain her."
Something for his hands to do.
"Everything. Gotham's a hell hole, Kent. There is nothing redeeming about her, and yet... I funnel funds into various trusts daily to sustain her."
January 20, 2026 at 10:11 PM
Brows furrowed, Bruce turns away from the window, hand on his drink, picking it up again.
Something for his hands to do.
"Everything. Gotham's a hell hole, Kent. There is nothing redeeming about her, and yet... I funnel funds into various trusts daily to sustain her."
Something for his hands to do.
"Everything. Gotham's a hell hole, Kent. There is nothing redeeming about her, and yet... I funnel funds into various trusts daily to sustain her."
"What the hell sort of question is that?" He looks at Clark incredulously.
The Brucie Wayne persona doesn't work with Clark; he seems to see right through him. Its unnerving.
Which says a lot from a guy who dresses up as a bat to terrorize criminals.
The Brucie Wayne persona doesn't work with Clark; he seems to see right through him. Its unnerving.
Which says a lot from a guy who dresses up as a bat to terrorize criminals.
January 20, 2026 at 9:42 PM
"What the hell sort of question is that?" He looks at Clark incredulously.
The Brucie Wayne persona doesn't work with Clark; he seems to see right through him. Its unnerving.
Which says a lot from a guy who dresses up as a bat to terrorize criminals.
The Brucie Wayne persona doesn't work with Clark; he seems to see right through him. Its unnerving.
Which says a lot from a guy who dresses up as a bat to terrorize criminals.
"You're kidding, right?" Bruce raises his brows at Clark.
"I'm the CEO. I run the company. I make important decisions. Look after R&D..."
"I'm the CEO. I run the company. I make important decisions. Look after R&D..."
January 20, 2026 at 6:35 PM
"You're kidding, right?" Bruce raises his brows at Clark.
"I'm the CEO. I run the company. I make important decisions. Look after R&D..."
"I'm the CEO. I run the company. I make important decisions. Look after R&D..."
"It's the best view you'll get of Gotham." Bruce's sets his coffee down on the desk, on a coaster, and stands next to Clark, just a few inches taller than him, but they feel the same size.
January 20, 2026 at 5:59 PM
"It's the best view you'll get of Gotham." Bruce's sets his coffee down on the desk, on a coaster, and stands next to Clark, just a few inches taller than him, but they feel the same size.
"Hope you don't mind stairs." Kent looked like he could take cardio in stride with the best of them
He leads them up seven flights, never once stopping for a break, until he pushes his office door open.
"Office sweet office." The view is a sprawling out of Gotham City scape, beautiful from here.
He leads them up seven flights, never once stopping for a break, until he pushes his office door open.
"Office sweet office." The view is a sprawling out of Gotham City scape, beautiful from here.
January 20, 2026 at 4:14 PM
"Hope you don't mind stairs." Kent looked like he could take cardio in stride with the best of them
He leads them up seven flights, never once stopping for a break, until he pushes his office door open.
"Office sweet office." The view is a sprawling out of Gotham City scape, beautiful from here.
He leads them up seven flights, never once stopping for a break, until he pushes his office door open.
"Office sweet office." The view is a sprawling out of Gotham City scape, beautiful from here.
Bruce looks, watching him take that sip, like some sort of child who only drinks it for the energy.
Grimacing, he sips his own, enjoying the bitter flavor.
"My office?"
Grimacing, he sips his own, enjoying the bitter flavor.
"My office?"
January 20, 2026 at 2:50 PM
Bruce looks, watching him take that sip, like some sort of child who only drinks it for the energy.
Grimacing, he sips his own, enjoying the bitter flavor.
"My office?"
Grimacing, he sips his own, enjoying the bitter flavor.
"My office?"
"I'd have bought you a hot chocolate if you preferred." Bruce shakes his head, grabbing the drinks, holding Clark's out for him.
January 20, 2026 at 2:42 PM
"I'd have bought you a hot chocolate if you preferred." Bruce shakes his head, grabbing the drinks, holding Clark's out for him.
Bruce taps his watch on the machine, offering a very appreciative smile to the barista, and then moves to the side to wait.
He gives Clark a look for the order, but doesn't comment on it. Clark's a big guy, broad enough, even if he hides it well.
Lois must like that.
"Like sweets?"
He gives Clark a look for the order, but doesn't comment on it. Clark's a big guy, broad enough, even if he hides it well.
Lois must like that.
"Like sweets?"
January 20, 2026 at 1:50 PM
Bruce taps his watch on the machine, offering a very appreciative smile to the barista, and then moves to the side to wait.
He gives Clark a look for the order, but doesn't comment on it. Clark's a big guy, broad enough, even if he hides it well.
Lois must like that.
"Like sweets?"
He gives Clark a look for the order, but doesn't comment on it. Clark's a big guy, broad enough, even if he hides it well.
Lois must like that.
"Like sweets?"
"A threat of a promise."
It's their turn, and Bruce orders an extra dry cappuccino, gesturing for Clark to get what he'd like.
It's their turn, and Bruce orders an extra dry cappuccino, gesturing for Clark to get what he'd like.
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January 20, 2026 at 11:36 AM
"A threat of a promise."
It's their turn, and Bruce orders an extra dry cappuccino, gesturing for Clark to get what he'd like.
It's their turn, and Bruce orders an extra dry cappuccino, gesturing for Clark to get what he'd like.
A smirk, just the faintest bit of one, but there's more behind his eyes than the smile itself.
"You won't like me once I'm your boss."
"You won't like me once I'm your boss."
January 20, 2026 at 11:22 AM
A smirk, just the faintest bit of one, but there's more behind his eyes than the smile itself.
"You won't like me once I'm your boss."
"You won't like me once I'm your boss."
"Why don't I just buy the Planet?" Bruce stands behind the person ordering in front of them, next to Clark, giving him a serious look.
January 20, 2026 at 11:06 AM
"Why don't I just buy the Planet?" Bruce stands behind the person ordering in front of them, next to Clark, giving him a serious look.
Bruce rolls his eyes, a side look over at Clark,giving him a once over when he's sure he's not looking.
"You can't afford me."
"You can't afford me."
January 20, 2026 at 2:35 AM
Bruce rolls his eyes, a side look over at Clark,giving him a once over when he's sure he's not looking.
"You can't afford me."
"You can't afford me."
He appreciates everything in small amounts. Clark grew on him, more than he'd like to admit.
Ever.
"I know when you lie, Clark." Bruce leads them way into one of the nicer Starbucks Gotham has.
Well, nicer than most Starbucks, at that.
Ever.
"I know when you lie, Clark." Bruce leads them way into one of the nicer Starbucks Gotham has.
Well, nicer than most Starbucks, at that.
January 20, 2026 at 2:12 AM
He appreciates everything in small amounts. Clark grew on him, more than he'd like to admit.
Ever.
"I know when you lie, Clark." Bruce leads them way into one of the nicer Starbucks Gotham has.
Well, nicer than most Starbucks, at that.
Ever.
"I know when you lie, Clark." Bruce leads them way into one of the nicer Starbucks Gotham has.
Well, nicer than most Starbucks, at that.
When he spots Clark, Bruce tries to keep the uptick of his heart in check-- he knows Clark can hear it.
"Always nice to see you, Kent."
"Always nice to see you, Kent."
January 20, 2026 at 1:59 AM
When he spots Clark, Bruce tries to keep the uptick of his heart in check-- he knows Clark can hear it.
"Always nice to see you, Kent."
"Always nice to see you, Kent."
And he is.
Bruce descends the stairs with the confidence of a man who owns the place-- he does.
Dressed in a suit, but forgoing the jacket, he has just the waistcoat on over his shirt and tie, matching slacks.
Bruce descends the stairs with the confidence of a man who owns the place-- he does.
Dressed in a suit, but forgoing the jacket, he has just the waistcoat on over his shirt and tie, matching slacks.
January 20, 2026 at 1:23 AM
And he is.
Bruce descends the stairs with the confidence of a man who owns the place-- he does.
Dressed in a suit, but forgoing the jacket, he has just the waistcoat on over his shirt and tie, matching slacks.
Bruce descends the stairs with the confidence of a man who owns the place-- he does.
Dressed in a suit, but forgoing the jacket, he has just the waistcoat on over his shirt and tie, matching slacks.