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DCEU Prompt Post #1
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FILL: "Not Easy To Be Me" (Bruce Wayne/Justice League - Gotham Villains Prefer Batman) (6a/?)
(Anonymous) 2019-06-05 10:28 am (UTC)(link)CYBORG
SYSTEM RESTORATION: 96%
AUDIO RECEPTORS SUCCESSFULLY REPAIRED
“Kid, you better fuck outta here, you’re way in over your head this time”
“Oh yeah? And you think I’ll just let you leave with that thing? You may have two faces but they definitely don’t come with the brains”
“Big mouth, just like the Bat freak. I hope he taught you more than that”
It was too near, his safety protocols almost non existent this close to the device but he’d definitely keep his promise to Diana, to Bruce and he’d find Clark and Arthur and they’d show Gotham they could tame her, that the Dark Knight was not alone and the League could protect her too.
So he wrapped his own hand over the one holding the jammer, the lunatic trying to use it to incapacitate him, having noticed how much it affected him. Victor acted as quickly as he could and started sabotaging the small gadget, all the while trying to fight his own body that was going nuts, trying to stay in control of every part of it so it wouldn’t hurt anyone or destroy anything and trying to stay sane himself, the goddamned thing doing its job marvelously and almost succeeding on turning his systems off. Almost.
“Think he’ll be alright? It’s been three days already, Al…”
‘I’ll be fine, Barry’ he wanted to say but his mouth remained shut, as did most of his body. It had been a long time since he’d experienced true unconsciousness, his brain, now more machine than human tissue, was always alert, always calculating and running, just like Bruce’s computers down in the cave, uncaring if their operator was fit to make use of them or not. This time it was different, this time he knew he was lucky to still be functional at all and he was glad that at least he’d succeeded on destroying that bothersome piece of trash for good.
SYSTEM RESTORATION: 97%
VISUAL RECEPTORS SUCCESSFULLY REPAIRED
“You fucking annoying pest! I’ll shut you down and tear you apart! The Bat will have to buy you by the piece!”
Victor had a million snarky things to say but all his concentration was on destroying the jammer whilst trying to keep it from frying all communications, including the League’s comm links, his only way of reaching Diana right now and hoped he could do it without dying in the process.
He finally, finally was able to stop the thing from having the almost unlimited range it used to and realized this would be his only opportunity to destroy it safely, so he started attempting an overload. He managed to do it but he knew the shock wave would fry most of the circuitry in his body.
“What did you do?? I’ll fucking destroy you, you…?”
“Save it, Two Face, the only satisfaction I’ll take with me is that you both and I are going to hell together! No pair numbers this time” that made the criminal struggle more fiercely, almost managing to free his hand from Cyborg’s grip. The man was strong for someone without super abilities and Victor just hoped he could get rid of the blocker before Two Face tried his luck again.
A small but still devastating explosion made the whole building shake to its foundations and, when the commotion cleared, both men were lying on the floor, out like lights.
That’s when several people, with perfectly functional cellphones, called the police.
“I’m afraid we’ll have to wait and see, it seems destroying that altered signal blocker took a lot out of him and, as advanced as the cave’s equipment is, I’m afraid we’re ill prepared for something as extraordinary as Mr. Stone’s body” Victor wanted to laugh, would’ve if his body had allowed it. As it was, his thanks for the kind butler’s words would have to wait a bit more.
“Not like there’s a good place to bring the tin man so they can help him” replied Barry with a snort “he’s too much of a special snowflake for that so he’ll have to suck it up and come back on his own”
SYSTEM RESTORATION: 99%
SOUND OUTPUT DEVICE SUCCESSFULLY REPAIRED
SYSTEM RESTORATION: COMPLETE
‘At least I didn’t get stuck at 99%’ Victor thought, then chuckled slightly at his own stupid joke, then regretted ever laughing in his life as the worst headache he’d ever felt tried to show him how a split skull actually felt.
“VIC!” he heard the overjoyed shout of the only other member of the League still standing and, though it made his head throb painfully, still made him smile softly.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, Master Victor, I hope you decide to stay among us for a long time” the joke did nothing to hide the absolute relief painted on the older man’s face, mirrored by the Flash’s own expression.
“You can say that when you stop looking like we’re in the middle of my funeral”
“Can you blame us? You’ve been out for *three days* and you were stone cold… see what I did there?”
“Remind me why I stayed dead for three days?”
“You break my heart, Vic” the three men smiled and, seemingly unable to contain himself, Barry threw himself toward Victor, squeezing him hard in his arms “Don’t scare me like that again. Everyone’s been falling like flies left and right, I thought Al and me where the only ones left”
Victor felt his chest constrict, funny since he didn’t have any organ or muscle that could do that due to any emotional response. He patted the youngest member of the team on the back, trying to console him.
“And leave all the toys, especially the Batmobile, to you? Hell no” he squeezed back and Barry let go, although reluctantly, to smile at the comment.
“What happened with Two Face?”
“He was found unconscious lying near you on the jewelry’s floor, he was taken into custody by Commissioner Gordon after a slew of calls were made to the GCPD”
“So all communications are working? Neat” sighed Victor glad that he could manage that much at least “So what were you two doing while Two Face was kicking my ass at that jewelry?”
“He was the one using that satellites-blocking-thing?”
“Apparently” replied Victor, trying to get up from the bed he’d been lying on and failing the first time. That piece of shit really did a number on him if even his balance was this bad “That’s what Penguin and Scarecrow meant when they said they had a ‘mission’. Two Face stole the device from Penguin, who bought it on an illegal auction. They were trying to use Aquaman to take revenge on him and get back the jammer”
“Sounds like what they’d do alright”
“You didn’t answer my question” reminded Cyborg, crossing his arms “where did you two go?”
Barry started fidgeting with his hands while Alfred remained unfazed by the demanding tone in the young man’s voice.
“Think you can walk upstairs with us?” replied Alfred cryptically.
“Sure… will I like what I’ll see?” a knot of dread formed in his gut, the only reason they’d want him to go upstairs was Bruce and, with Alfred’s unreadable expression and Barry’s jittery behavior, it was easy to imagine something terrible had happened.
He didn’t waste any time asking anything else or waiting for the answer, just stood up and followed both men out of the room, to Bruce’s bedroom. Alfred opened the door to the enormous place, which looked much smaller now that a second bed had been added to the place.
Victor couldn’t help himself, he practically ran towards the second bed, absentmindedly reaching out and touching the feverish forehead of the person lying on it.
“How is this possible?” whispered the young man, his wide eyes darting from the smiling men standing a few feet away to the bed, amazed at the sight of Arthur himself, dead to the world, with an IV on his arm and looking haggard even in his sleep.
“Matches Malone sniffed a good deal and called the eccentric Hemingford Gray to see if he wanted this rare specimen for his collection. Turns out, Sir Gray was more than excited to possess the prince of Atlantis himself and paid a hearty sum to get such a magnificent item” replied Alfred, smiling devilishly and making Barry snort.
“Matches Malone? Hemingford Gray? Am I supposed to know who these people are?” said Victor, not so sure he was actually awake, almost convinced this was an elaborate illusion his dying brain had made up just to make him happy before he kicked the bucket.
“Of course not, Vic. Those are disguises Bruce uses sometimes when he needs information or other things Batman or Bruce Wayne can’t get ahold of” said Barry
“Those must be rare occasions”
“You doubtin’ me skills, pal?” said Barry in what Victor assumed was his ‘Matches Malone’ voice “I’ll pop you off for that, kiddo”
“As I was saying” interrupted Alfred, shaking his head but unable to hide the slight smile on his lips “I needed Mr. Malone to make an appearance, Sir Gray couldn’t just arrive on his own and, I needed Master Bartholomew to help me transport Master Arthur back to the Manor in as discreet a way as possible”
“Why didn’t you say anything? We could’ve helped you!” half reproached Victor, he’d have dropped anything else to go help them retrieve the man.
“You and Miss Prince had an important task and, really, we needed a low profile and such an impossibly beautiful lady and imposing young man would’ve attracted too much attention. It is a shame we couldn’t help you or Miss Diana, that was unfortunate”
Victor had to, begrudgingly, agree with the old man’s logic. It didn’t matter though, since Arthur was back with them now, even looking as terrible as he did right now. That’s when he remembered the last thing he heard from Diana before blacking out.
“I’m sorry, Victor”
That was a goodbye, Victor knew that as surely as he knew the sun would rise the next day.
“What happened to Diana?” Alfred and Barry looked at each other then Barry looked him in the eyes with a tired expression.
“Her comm link was destroyed and there were reports of a group of children, specifically little girls, behaving weirdly at a park. Not too far from the place, I found this” he blurred a bit, the only real indication of him moving was the golden tiara in his hands that wasn’t there a moment before.
“Goddammit, Diana!” growled the young hero, feeling the overwhelming need to punch something but not daring to destroy any part of the recently restored mansion. He settled for gritting his teeth really hard “who was it this time?”
FILL: "Not Easy To Be Me" (Bruce Wayne/Justice League - Gotham Villains Prefer Batman) (6b/?)
(Anonymous) 2019-06-05 10:38 am (UTC)(link)“No jammer to stop us from localizing her and no comm link to do just that… it’s like a really fucking cruel joke” he wanted to cry, it wouldn’t solve a damned thing but it sure as hell felt like the only thing he could actually do right now.
“No need for the foul language, Master Victor, not everything is lost”
Victor felt the gentle touch on his shoulder and for the first time noticed the almost serene expression on his friend’s faces.
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s go to the cave and you’ll see”
Victor just nodded and followed them silently, wondering if all the surprises these two had for him would do what destroying the jammer couldn’t.
When they reached the cool, dark cave, Alfred showed him a glass case where several normal looking objects were on display, the empty space left between two of them let him know one was missing.
A wristwatch, a decidedly cute fish shaped hair clip, a lightning shaped ear piercing and a leather football themed bracelet, the same he’d mentioned wanting to buy a few weeks ago but never got around to buying before all this mess started.
“What is this, Alfred?”
“Tracking thingies Bruce made for each of us! Diana’s was that pretty diamond necklace she was wearing when you two left to destroy the jammer”
it was Barry, again, the one to answer for the old butler who didn’t seem to mind that much.
“Master Bruce thought the comm links would be too obvious if one of you needed to be discreet on your missions and created this trackers that look like ordinary things, so that you could still contact the rest of the team in case you needed assistance. So, you could say this is how Master Bruce intended to protect you all, he was just too chicken to ask all of you to use them at the same time and decided to start with the only person who will take none of his rubbish”
“So… we can use this, I mean, the one Diana was using…?”
“To locate her, yes. Not only that, this devices can do more than give someone’s position, they are signal blockers on their own right though not as powerful and versatile as the one you thankfully got rid of, can act as communicators and are, in theory, resistant to most explosives, corrosives and waterproof, of course” explained the butler, opening the case and extracting both the piercing and the bracelet, giving the latter to a dumbfounded Victor who could only stroke it softly. Bruce could come out as distant and even cold but he really cared about his friends “what I mean is that Mr. Tetch most likely has managed to use his brainwashing tools on Miss Prince and, knowing that she’s wearing the pendant, we can use that to help her snap out of his control and bring her home safe and sound”
Now, Victor prayed with everything in him that, if this really was just in his head, that he’d die without knowing the truth, it’d be too much finding out none of this was real and his friends were still out of his reach, still in the claws of their enemies and without a possibility of being rescued.
Too much information, too many emotions in such a short time were making his head hurt even more. He stared at the trackers for longer than necessary, just trying to process all the news he was receiving nonstop since he woke up.
“Why don’t you take a minute to assimilate all of this, Master Victor? It was obviously too overwhelming and we still have time to proceed with our plan of action, so sit down and breath deeply” he nodded, doing as he was told, still holding the bracelet carefully in his hands.
“Why the fish hair clip, though?” was the only thing he could think of saying. It was just too ridiculous, Arthur would kill Bruce when he found out.
“Master Arthur mentioned having seen this hair clip once and thinking it was ‘pretty cute’. Master Bruce remembered that and said, and I’m quoting here, ‘now he’ll at least be able to talk to one fish’” that made an ugly snort come out of him, it was just like Bruce to do just that, especially to Arthur.
“So tell me something, Al” said Barry, having recovered some of his appetite and practically making the five pizzas he’d ordered disappear
“now you’ll call us all ‘Masters’?”
“You ignore me, do reckless things that make my blood pressure go through the roof and are as stubborn as Master Bruce himself… you’re practically family at this point, young master Bartholomew”
“Ugh, I liked it better when you called me Mr. Allen” replied the Flash, the grimace forming on his face at the mention of his whole name.Victor could only smile, the first time in weeks he felt genuinely in the mood to do it, looking at the piercing on Barry’s ear glinting in the dim lighting of the cave and deciding to wrap his own gift around his wrist, starting to analyze the multipurpose tracker so they could start their search for the princess and, hopefully, after bringing her back, of Clark.
*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*
“So what do we know about Superman? Has there been any news about him or Joker?” asked Victor, having pinpointed Diana’s location and adjusted his and Barry’s trackers to stop Hatter from trying his mind control on them.
“Not much. The next day you decided to imitate Sleeping Beauty, the news exploded with reports of Scarecrow and Penguin in the hospital, apparently they were given a good beating but nothing Superman level so we think it might be one of two things: either Superman is too weak from all the kryptonite Joker and Harley must be using to keep control over him or he’s starting to resist the lipstick”
“That can happen?”
“Master Bruce was, uh, subjected to its effects a few times, he said the effect diminishes with every use and, judging by the amount of time and frequency in doses, Joker must be really struggling to maintain Master Clark under his command at this point”
“Why keep him alive then?” asked Victor, more to himself than the other men.
“Vic!” squeaked Barry, very visibly paling at the prospect of the Joker killing Clark
“He’s exacted his revenge on Crane for taking his pray and Cobblepot for interfering but his true intention is to make Batman suffer, he knows the only way to get to him is hurting and torturing innocent people, especially those that are close to him and he wants Master Bruce to see when he breaks Superman, that’s the only thing stopping him from getting rid of Master Kent. We should hurry and find them, though, it won’t be long before he realizes he doesn’t have enough time to wait for Batman to return before Superman breaks out of his control and turns against him again”
“We need Diana back first, Arthur won’t be able to help us and we need all the hands we can get to face Superman, even weakened as he is” Cyborg still remembered their encounter with a confused Clark at Heroes Park and shuddered at the prospect of facing him again. The man was just too powerful and the only reason they hadn’t been reduced to ashes that day was because of Batman’s plan. They didn’t have that ‘secret weapon’ now.
“The antidote for the toxin is working much faster than we expected but even with that small advantage and his unusual physiology, it’ll take time for his nervous system to recover completely from the toxin’s effects”
“So we get Diana back and immediately start searching for Clark… I hope his mom is not too worried and that Bruce can help him with his job, his boss most have fired him five times by now” commented Barry, making Victor wince, he’d completely forgotten about all that with all the chaos of the last weeks.
“Not to worry, as far as Mr. White’s concerned, Mr. Kent is in a trip with Bruce Wayne covering a huge story for Wayne Enterprises and won’t come back in a while. Miss Lane has been informed as has Mrs. Kent. It was inevitable they both got word of Superman being in trouble but they both said that they trusted his friends to help him come back home safely”
Both Barry and Victor lowered their heads, feeling desperate and ready to run out of the cave right that moment to find Clark as soon as possible. They couldn’t be that reckless, they knew that, but it was hard hearing those words and not feeling helpless and scared of losing such a dear friend.
“Look, Master Victor. It looks like the signal blocking properties of the tracker work” said Alfred, interrupting their bitter thoughts. The little light representing Diana’s location had started blinking in a specific pattern, repeating over and over.
“What…?”
“It’s Morse code” whispered Barry, eyes fixed on the screen “What?” he asked when he felt both Cyborg and Alfred staring at him, clearley shocked.
“When did you learn Morse code?”
“I had a few seconds while I ran to get some chāshāo” replied the speedster, returning his gaze toward the screen, obviously translating the message.
“You would learn Morse code while running all the way to China to buy food” chuckled Victor, not that he’d had any problem in decoding the message but he still let the younger man do it.
“Original is always best” Barry shrugged then squinted and smiled brightly
“*I’m here, I’m fine, I’m me* that’s what the message says”
“She knows it’s us” said Victor, that constriction in his chest easing a bit more knowing their plan was working “Barry, we need to go now, we don’t know if Hatter will want to change location and we can’t leave her there any longer”
“Right” said the younger man, starting to fidget in his place again, anxious about the confrontation surely to happen.
“Diana? Diana, can you hear me?” he tried the communicator feature, waited a bit but there was no response and he started checking to see if it had been damaged or the function was deactivated.
“Victor? Is that you?” Diana’s voice sounded far away, as if she was trying to talk as quietly as possible.
“Di! Are you alright? Hold on a bit longer, we’re coming to get you out of there!” Barry said in a rush, wanting to reassure her. A low growl made him freeze in his place.
“You can’t come!” she hissed and both young men stared at the monitor speechless.
“What do you mean we can’t go? Hatter won’t brainwash us, we made sure of that” replied Victor, guessing that was the reason for her harsh reaction.
“No! Stay on the comm, don’t come yet, Tetch mentioned Joker wanting to ‘talk’ to him earlier, that means he’ll bring Clark with him!” The three men gasped at the news.
“You don’t know when he’s planning on meeting with Hatter?”
“Not yet, some of his henchmen commented something about receiving a letter from Joker to ‘talk about that marvelous technology he creates’ but that’s all I could hear before he left”
God, this was too good to be true… Victor felt like something would go terribly wrong at any moment, their luck couldn’t be improving this much in such a short time.
“I can hear him coming! Stay on the comm!” then silence was the only thing filtering through the speakers until a door was opened and footsteps could be heard.
“Oh, dear Alice, I’m afraid we have no choice but to meet up with that awful man… never mind, I know you can protect me, my strong and beautiful Alice. He’ll come here the day after tomorrow to discuss some business or something. Tch, like he has anything I need, the insolent fool!”
“So that’s when we make our move” said Victor, his voice determined, feeling a confidence that had left him since they’d lost Clark.
“Di, are you sure you’ll be alright?” only the rambling of Mad Hatter could be heard coming from the other side of the line. Then a small whisper of ‘yes’ was all they knew they’d get from the princess who was now trying to act like a mindless doll so she could give them an opening to get their last remaining lost comrade back.
“We’ll see you then, Di… take care, call us immediately if something goes wrong, alright?” Victor said, knowing he wouldn’t get a direct response but, seeing the little light blink again, knew she’d received the messaged and hoped their luck would hold out a little longer.
Re: FILL: "Not Easy To Be Me" (Bruce Wayne/Justice League - Gotham Villains Prefer Batman) (6b/?)
(Anonymous) 2025-05-16 10:17 am (UTC)(link)This story is delicious in showcasing that Batman knows his Gotham the best and how all the Gotham villains may be human, more or less, but they're no less formidable
The way each of the heroes getting taken down by one of the villains is quite gripping. They're not failing because they're bad at being heroes, but they just don't understand Gotham villains, every single one of them has a degree in something lmao
It also gives me joy to see Bruce being caring in his own way, creating a tracker based on accessories that each of the member mentioned once, MY HEART OH MY GOD
Alfred being exasperated at every single one of them not taking Bruce's advice to heart XD
After this is over, either the JL members never step foot in Gotham ever again or Batman's gonna open a class on how to deal with each of his villains lol
I hope you're still writing for this story!!! I eagerly await more updates~