a commission of babs and bruce
it was requested for bruce to be laying his head on babs’ lap, worn out and vulnerable
This is a repost from my irandumb blog. Another picture I was inspired to write for, thanks to this amazing artist.
“How do you do that?” Barbara asked, her voice having a hint of annoyance in it. Bruce was the only one who could still sneak up on her, who could pass all of her security systems undetected and get into her tower without her knowing. The only one who could be standing behind her and looking over her shoulder without her knowledge. It was amusing to the point of being annoying.
Bruce, in his usual charming way, didn’t say anything. He stared at her from the darkness behind his cowl, his body obviously tense. Was he waiting for something? Did he want her to say more? He was impossible to read and Barbara didn’t even try. Instead, she waited patiently for him to say why he was there. It wouldn’t be long until he demanded some kind of information. He would need her to look into the security layout of some building or infiltrate the computer system of a no-name company, she knew it.
“Barbara … “
She was immediately struck with surprise. It was Bruce’s voice, not Batman’s. He sounded exhausted, pained even, and he didn’t carry the usual strength that she was so used to seeing from him. She stared up at him in wonder, wishing he would go on and speak up. He had caught her attention.
“Barbara I’m …”
He stumbled forward, reaching up to pull off his cowl wearily and dropping it to the floor. His body was next. He fell to his knees right in front of her wheel chair and set his head in her lap.
Barbara took in a deep breath when he did so, raising her arms up slightly in surprise, not sure if she should touch him or not. They lingered above his head for a moment before she decided to hold onto her wheels. She had never seen Bruce like this. She had never wanted to see Bruce like this. He was always a picture of strength, someone that others depended on and needed. He was the rock. So why was he crumbling so helplessly in front of her?
“I’m … never going to win …”
Just like that, she knew exactly what he was talking about. He didn’t think he would ever succeed. His mission was hopeless. Gotham would always be full of crime. There would always be maniacs with guns killing innocent people in alleys. There would always be murder and rape and corruption. No matter what he did or how long he fought, nothing was ever going to change. So why keep going?
Barbara slumped. Prying a hand off of one of her wheels, she just set it on the top of Bruce’s head. She said nothing, having no answers for him nor any kind of comfort. He was right. It was never going to end. He was going to fight for the rest of his life, save countless people but it would still never be enough. He would never be able to help everyone. But she was going to be there with him.
And he would never have to be alone.
What is this from?
Firefly episode titled “The Message”
I’ve been on Tumblr admiring everyone else’s different forms of art for a long time, so I figured I would finally get serious with my writing and use it for myself as well. My main blog, irandumb, is where I first started posting my writing but that ended a long time ago. Now I want to try…
shamelessly promoting my bestie’s writing blog [=
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