“I still don’t believe you.” Superman said, eyeing the other.
“Well, that’s your own problem,” Batman snorted. “If you don’t mind, I have to return to hunting. Somewhere down there, bugs are scurrying around, and I have to rid Gotham of the pests.
November 2012
152 posts
“I… hate being sick.” Bruce Wayne sneezed. “Help? Alfred? Anyone?”
“Uh….Mr. Wayne? Are you alright?”
“A bit sick, but otherwise…” Bruce held up a hand and sneezed. “Sorry. I have this cold. It’s going to impact my doing business…”
M!A opener for people at Wayne Manor
Kara looked up with a tear streaked face.. familiar blue eyes wide, “BRRROOOOOOOOSSSSEEEEEE….I was sooo scared. Where were you…I am little…I don’t know what happwened…” She grabbed his leg still crying.
“Kara?” Bruce asked, lifting the little girl into his arms, staring at her. Well then. “I don’t either, kiddo,” he said, wiping his nose on his robe. “But no more crying, alright? I’m here now. What… what do babies eat?”
Kara wrapped her arms around him and huffed, “Broosy… I am not a baby I am a big gwirl…” She hold for digits and smiles.
“Bruce, please.” He grinned at her and ruffled her hair. “It’s been too long since there’s been a big girl around here. What would you like to eat, Kara?”
Send my character a headcanon. See what gets approved.
BRING IT.
“Because, unlike you at times, I care about the people I-” He stopped himself.
Batman snorted, turning his attention back to the city before him. It was a quiet night, and he sneezed again, scowling. “Thanks for the check-up, Kent,” he said. “But, as you can see, I’m doing well enough.”
Superman sensed the dominance change in the situation, standing to full height. He spoke in seriousness. “I have been checking in on you from time to time, you were hit pretty hard last night.”
“Checking in on me?” Batman growled, folding his arms. “Why are you checking in on me, Kent? I thought we agreed to keep Gotham and Metropolis separate.” Batman sneezed, wiping his nose. “I’m fine. I’ve been through worse.”
(>W<) Finally a Batman account who ships them~. What if Superman was a stripper when he was homeless? Would be so OOC, but you have to admit, it would be hot.
Bruce blinked. “…I’d be really confused as to why Kent was stripping. I thought he was a reporter?” Bruce shrugged. “In that case, I’d have someone install a pole in his apartment and refuse to admit to it.” Bruce smirked.
He crossed his arms over his chest and gazed at the other. “Just wanted to talk is all, or are you going to threaten me with Arkham for that?”
Batman glared, unamused at Superman’s comments. “I told you that Gotham is my territory. What do you want to talk about?”
“Nice way to greet someone, Wayne.”
“Last time I saw you, it was a rather rough situation. So what do you need?”
M!A opener for people at Wayne Manor
Kara looked up with a tear streaked face.. familiar blue eyes wide, “BRRROOOOOOOOSSSSEEEEEE….I was sooo scared. Where were you…I am little…I don’t know what happwened…” She grabbed his leg still crying.
“Kara?” Bruce asked, lifting the little girl into his arms, staring at her. Well then. “I don’t either, kiddo,” he said, wiping his nose on his robe. “But no more crying, alright? I’m here now. What… what do babies eat?”
Superman is apparently your bestfriend (*Coughs* I ship this couple *Coughs*) If you found out he was homeless, what would you do?
[I ship it too shhhh don’t tell the world]
“If Clark was homeless?” Bruce blinked. “Uh. I’d give him an apartment somewhere until he could get back on his feet and pay me back. I’d hope everything was alright, too.”
I'm just saying, sick Batman = good time to mess with him
“Sick or not, faceless person, I’m still able to beat you and drag you to Gotham PD.
“Plus, you’ll get sick too.”
Well obviously now would be a good time for anyone to try and take over Gotham, now wouldn't it?
“I don’t think I even need to tell you how stupid that is.” Batman sneezed and scowled.
M!A opener for people at Wayne Manor
Kara looked around the big house and felt really alone. She cried out…”Were is Kal or Broose….I am scared.”
Bruce Wayne shuffled into the kitchen, pausing as he saw a little girl with yellow curls. He frowned, crouching down, sniffling. “Where’d you come from?”
“I… hate being sick.” Bruce Wayne sneezed. “Help? Alfred? Anyone?”
M!A: Since Bruce runs to Alfred when he has a cold, let's see how well you fight crime with the worst cold you've ever had in your life. This lasts for 48 hours.
“No.”
[Bahahahahahahahahaahha YES]
Sneezing
One time, a young Bruce Wayne was sneezing up a storm. He had been sick all day, and unsure as to why. His parents had been away at the business, and he was alone with Alfred.
Alfred made him soup, tucked him into bed, and even rushed him to the hospital at midnight when Bruce’s fever got too high.
Since then Alfred has been the one Bruce runs to with a cold.
