Holy Server B@tman! Fanfic Rec List 2.0

Hello and welcome back to a very special fanfic rec list! 

The members of the amazing Holy Server B@tman! Server are an extremely talented bunch - many great artists and writers together in one place to foster each other’s creativity and joy to participate in fandom.

That has to be celebrated! 

So, please welcome a list of stories our writers loved to create, their very own Greatest Hits!

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Seven Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by @marmolita for this, so here (finally) are seven sentences I wrote today for “For Some Desperate Glory” #3:

Tagging @ghost-bxrd @kindlingkeen and @crazyloststar if you’re interested!

Prompt:

Brucie Wayne gets into a mild accident in public (read-got hit by a car). And Batman would just walk it off (“it’s barely a bruise”), but Brucie obviously… can’t.

So he has to suffer the ordeal of having civilians call paramedics, getting fussed over, and having-

Having his dead son get into the back of the ambulance with him.

Oh- oh no. He must have hit his head worse than he thought. He thought he was past this…

#((Jason is the one who hit him with the car))#(((but it truly was an accident)))#((((and now his elaborate revenge plans got derailed because OMG I HIT MY DAD WITH A CAR))))#Brucie gets to blubber and cry about his son in a way Batman isn’t allowed to#meanwhile Jason: omg pls shut up PLS I’m BEGGING you just die already#Bruce: anything for you 🥹#Jason: …. hold on no I didn’t mean that B do NOT fall asleep on me right now#some more fake hallucinations#but nobody thinks it’s a hallucination except Bruce#also: Wayne Son Back From The Dead!? more on page two!#((Jason takes his revenge by trying to boot Tim from the family and realizing he’s not even part of it which—))#((is anybody taking care of that raccoon? well Jason is now))))

Bruce must genuinely be more concussed than he thinks though if he thinks Jason is a hallucination but still can’t stop himself from interacting with him and sobbing over him. (Emotional lability is a common symptom of concussions.)

He’s genuinely, seriously vulnerable and it’s freaking Jason out. He’s rambling and crying and Jason has already had to redirect him twice to stop the identities falling out in front of the paramedics. Bad enough that Jason (broken ankle, dammit, this wasn’t supposed to happen) tried to stand up out of the paramedic’s grasp when he realised just who it was they were pulling out of the back of the car and onto a stretcher, face pale and lax and bloody. Bad enough that he forgot himself enough to say “Dad?” – quietly, but loud enough for the paramedic to hear. Bad enough that when the paramedic asked “That your dad, son?” he was still too much in shock to do anything other than nod. (Bruce wasn’t supposed to be hurt. Bruce didn’t get injured, not like this. He was all-powerful, larger than life, a superhero. He couldn’t be taken out by some stupid car crash. When Jason didn’t even know he was there.)

Bruce was blinking and hazy-eyed when they brought Jason, splinted ankle and all, in to the ambulance and settled him next to the stretcher. Just play the part, Jason told himself. He probably won’t recognise you anyway.

“Jason…”

So much for that idea.

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Bruce has a brief memory of a truck coming out fast from a side road and a motorcycle swerving to avoid it, directly towards them. He remembers thinking I can’t do anything about this. Then a memory of a skid, the world outside the window blurring, and then the sky, framed with an edge moving past him with people jabbering at each other around him. He thinks for a moment and parses that one as him being pulled out of the side of the car by… some people.

Now he’s… in a vehicle. An ambulance.

He should get up, get back to work. The Mission… no, he’s Bruce Wayne right now, isn’t he?

Someone is being wheeled in and strapped next to him. It’s his dead son.

He knows it isn’t, really. But he can’t help himself. He smiles, tears in his eyes. Jason. His son. As he could have been. If he’d grown up. If Bruce had been able to save him. Bruce hadn’t saved him. If he’d only been quicker, had stopped the shipment sooner. His Robin –

“Hey, hey, stop. Bruce.”

Bruce, yes, he’s Bruce Wayne, he’s not –

“Hey! It’s OK, I’m here, you’re – you’re going to be OK.”

And Bruce knows it’s a hallucination, but it’s his son, and he can’t help but smile through his tears.

The tags deserve to be seen !!!

Also can we pls take a moment to imagine how Bruce would stare mournfully at Jason the entire time, trying to drink in every single detail for when the concussion inevitably fades away?

And Jason is just getting more and more freaked out because Bruce keeps staring at him like a lunatic. And when he tries to move out of his field of vision, the guy’s heart monitor starts going crazy

Eventually, after brain scans and orientation questionnaires and tests, after Bruce has sobbed over Jason some more (about how he’s grown so big, about how he must meet Cass and Tim, about how they’re each separately living on their own in Blüdhaven and Tim has made up this fake uncle and they won’t let me adopt them, Jason, you’re the only one who let me adopt them, you, and I failed you), after Jason realises the only way to get Bruce to shut up long enough to not let slip anything he shouldn’t is for Jason to do the talking, and he can’t talk about what he’s been up to so he ends up reminiscing about civilian events of his pre-death time with Bruce, and Bruce is staring at him with big wet eyes, and it’s odd how much more Jason remembers now he’s actually thinking about it…

…Eventually, Bruce goes to sleep.

Jason thinks this is his chance to escape, but his ankle is very much broken and the medics won’t hear of it. They remind him of the heart monitor scare and insist he has to be there when Bruce wakes up. And, well, Jason could still fight his way out, even with the broken ankle, but he saw the paparazzi on the way in and he knows they’ll still be camped out nearby, and he is still honestly, genuinely worried about Bruce…

Jason stays.

Bruce wakes up feeling a lot better. He needs to get out of here. He needs to get back to work. Which means making sure the medical staff believe he is sufficiently recovered. Which means ignoring the hallucination of his son.

The medical staff do not believe he is recovered. They are very concerned that he seems to be not responding to his son (fake or not).

(Bruce is not recovered. He’s not quite sure what’s a hallucination and what’s not.)

Jason is hurt.

Meanwhile, over at the Manor, Alfred takes delivery of the evening edition of the Gotham Gazette and gasps at the headline.

BRUCE WAYNE IN CAR CRASH JASON TODD ALIVE?

Hypocrite.

To be fair to him, Tim’s dad and girlfriend died only a few weeks ago and he’s really not in a good place. (Blüdhaven.)

On the other hand, his school friend also died (that was traumatic too) and she came back from the dead pretty quickly, so he might actually be primed to believe in Jason…

I think it would be so much fun if Cass didn’t know. All she knows is that this teenager is brother shaped and he totally fits in with them. Yeah okay she can see that there are some anger issues underneath but she’ll be there to make sure nothing happens. She’s confident that she could take him down if he were to go into a frenzy.

So, new brother: acquired.