Give me a story where one of Bruce’s children has a kid (it doesn’t matter who, but Jason would be so sweet as a father) and Bruce is blown away by the fact that he is a grandfather. Where he’s standing there holding this tiny baby in his arms and he’s completely lost for words. He’s never been good with words, but now he can’t even begin to form them.
Because this is something he never expected. Not in a million years did he imagine himself as a grandfather. He had seen his life going down a very specific path when he was young. A very specific, very lonely path. Long term attachments had been outlawed to him by his choice of lifestyle, and children were even more out of the question.
He’d always known what the cape and cowl meant: an end to the Wayne family line. He had no siblings, and no close relatives. No one to continue the historical name, and he’d been ok with it. Or at least he thought he had. So when Dick, then Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian had come they’d each been a surprise. A happy surprise, a surprise that was to Bruce always fleeting. Especially when he lost them, especially when he got them back.
So no, he hadn’t expected a grandchild. Not when everyone of his own kids had followed his footsteps. They’d all done it in their own unique way, but Bruce still saw what they did as a road with one outcome. That outcome was never settling down, never finding ‘the one’, and never starting their own family.
Yet. Here he stood, holding, not just the next generation, but the third generation of the Wayne name after his parents. Bright and bubbly, in his arms there was life, and with life hope for the future. Not just the future of his family, but the future in general. Because if a man like him could be so lucky to have made it to becoming a grandfather, then the world was better than he’d thought it was.
Ok but seriously, despite that last post, I firmly believe that Adam Jensen (and any other character) should look how you want them to look naked. Don’t forget that Deus Ex canon contradicts itself more often than a politician. All these are technically canon:
Adam has a fleshy, hairy dingus:
But he also has a vibrating, metal dingus:
He’s got Robot Thigh-Highs™:
But also Yelena Fedorova legs with two toes:
Robot legs with all toes, in-built high heels, but with a fleshy dingus:
My beautiful boys are finally together! Lan Hikari arrived yesterday from play asia. I was extremely lucky to get him (the last one in stock, even after pre-orders closed months before) I honestly don’t know why they’re so hard to get.
Is it ok to ask for previous prompts but with different characters? If yes, I'd love to see the one with SO's parents deciding on the sitting at a family gathering with the Swapfell brothers ( and maybe UT, UF, US, SF! Grillby if you're up for it, because I'm super weak for all Grillbys :') ). If that's asking for too much though, I'd be super happy with just the SF!skele-bros' reactions, if it's ok to ask for that prompt again. ;u;
(*It’s totally cool to ask for a previous prompt with other characters! I’m weak for all Grillbys, too, so I got’chu fam.)
I actually do have a bonus for the SF!bros(pretty sure I didn’t when I got this prompt, but it’s been buried; I’m so sorry!) So this is pure Grillby goodness.
*It’s no secret that your family is a little.. apprehensive about the fact that you’re dating what they consider to be literal fire. In fact, everyone is giving him a rather wide berth, as if a mere brush might result in a severe burn.
Grillby quirks a fiery brow at the seating arrangements when he notices your ex at your side. However, his hesitation only lasts a moment before he sits down with his plate across from your ex.. and stares.
He isn’t much of a talker, and his years as a barman have given him a keen sense of social cues and little tics.. and right now, your ex is rather disconcerted over the fact that fire is appraisingly staring at them.
However, he isn’t concerned by the fact that you’re seated next to them. Rather, he’s trying to figure out what drew you to them in the first place. Your family’s views on him don’t matter as long as you choose to be with him, so Grillbz eats his food in peace. He only breaks the silence during dinner to announce, “…thank you… it was… delicious..”
The moment your ex sits next to you, Grillby instantly gets their attention with a hand on their shoulder. His plate of food is balanced in the other hand, and his narrowed gaze is hidden beneath his glasses.
His voice comes out distorted by a low grumble of crackling flames. "…you’re in… my seat…“
Your ex actually looks apprehensive, but is obviously determined not to cow down to a monster. They puff out their chest and lift their chin defiantly. "Actually, my name’s on the place card.” They gesture off-handedly. Yes, Grillby was aware. His own place card read “Gilbee.”
His grip tightens on your ex’s shoulder. Small tendrils of smoke begin to seep from between the spaces in the purple, swirling flames of purple becoming a more vibrant hue. He leans in close, his face directly by their ear, heat emanating from him in waves as he speaks through a jagged white-hot maw. "…i’m not going to say it again.. human..“
The heat must start to lick their skin because your ex jumps out of the chair and scrambles to the other side of the table. Your family is a little bit on the terrified side, but Grillby is unperturbed. Instead, he puts a casual arm around your shoulders (after he rolls up one of his sleeves) in an effort to unnerve your family further. They spend the rest of dinner watching his dancing flames with a certain nervousness, wondering how you don’t get burned.
The bow-tie wearing flamesman is annoyed by the sight of your ex sitting next to you, and the entire room knows it within a moment. The temperature has risen considerably, and despite the fact that Grillby took the seat across from you both, he’s unhappy with the situation.. and also mentally critiquing the tea.
He talks more than his other counterparts, and he starts by picking your ex apart, asking what they do for a living, how much money they make, how driven they are to succeed. He’s sure to slip in tidbits about his own business and how it’s thriving.
He also leans over the table to feed you a bite or two from his fork. In front of your family. Think of it as his way of staking his claim in front of your ex without causing a scene.
The area heats up so fast that it’s a miracle Grillby’s monocle doesn’t shatter.
He’s annoyed, and he’s greedy and prone to jumping to conclusions, so this doesn’t sit well with him. Your ex is clearly trying to get back with you in his mind, so Grillby is going to nip that in the bud right now.
”.. it appears there’s been a mistake..“ he claims in that deep growl beneath the roiling flames.
Your ex is stubborn, even if they’re sweating bullets from more than just the heat. "N..no, look, my name’s right he–..re..”
Grillby touches the tip of the place card, and it catches fire. Instantly, it smolders to ash on the table. Everyone is staring.
“…you were saying..?”
“J-just that you’re absolutely right!” You ex starts to stand up, but Grillby is still standing right there, behind the chair, so they can’t pull it back enough.. and they’re worried about being burned if they brush against him.
So, your ex actually ducks under the table and crawls beneath it to reach the chair on the other side.
With a white-hot sharp smirk and a wink thrown toward you, Grillby takes his seat and starts eating like nothing at all transpired.
You’re mad but you can’t be mad, you’re bursting at the seems.
And you’re mad but you can’t stay mad because the end justified the means.
The stuff of legends, is the same stuff that makes dreams.
And what hurts the kids is what fuels the fiends.
Your heart is a just sculpture that’s made out of stone.
You’ve stolen back every bone that you’ve thrown.
But that’s okay, you’re dumb enough to believe every word that I say.
You didn’t know they started but you’ve lost every game.
That we’ve played,
(Played) Like a damn fool.
You have sharp words and I’ve a sharp mind.
You thought you were only a step behind.
You were actually just running out of time.
You’re not ahead of the game you’re just apart of mine.
You’re mad but you can’t be mad, you’re bursting at the seems.
And you’re mad but you can’t stay mad, because the end justified the means.
And I know I use my good for not so good,
My intelligence is hidden and misunderstood.
My words a gift that few have took.
You had cancerous intent, you clouded my eyes.
You were blocking me from the one you knew I’d find.
The one that was the world to my sky.
The one I’ll stay and wait until after time.
I am hers and you are not mine.