mine: batman

An average day at Wayne Manor

Bruce: *sitting and reading the newspaper* 

*suddenly hears a crash and some screaming from upstairs* 

*footsteps running back and forth on the ceiling*  

Dick: Bruuuuuuce!!!!

*another crash and some muffled grunting* 

Jason: Don’t listen to him, Bruce, everything is fine!!!

*some more muffled cursing and punches*

Damian: This is all your fault, Todd!!!

Tim: For the love of god, somebody put out the fire!!!!

*more running* 

Steph: I got it!!!

*the sounds of a pipe bursting* 

*more screaming and cursing* 

Dick: Bruuuce!!! Call the fire department!!!

Tim: Screw that, call the Justice League!!! Damian’s on fire!!!

*more screaming* 

Bruce: *takes a sip of tea* I hate my life

When Eyes Meet: Part 4

Description: At twenty-three Kit became a mother to her three siblings. Thrown into motherhood, she’s been learning to juggle two teenagers and a boy genius for the past two years, and she hasn’t quite gotten it down. So of course fate decides to through in another ball to juggle.

In a world where everyone is born with Heterochromia; One eye color is yours and the other is your soulmates, and when you meet your eyes become your own. Of course Kit couldn’t get someone normal, instead she gets a known billionaire playboy, with trust issues. Then add in superheroes and tights, because her life wasn’t complicated enough.  

Random Facts, Character Sheet

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3


Alfred Pennyworth looked around the apartment with a critical eye. While not dirty, the apartment was far from immaculate. It was understandable of course. Ms. Katherine worked full time, and was also a full time mother to three children. And if they were normal children, like he suspected, he highly doubted that cleaning was the first item on any of their to do lists.

So, he had relieved the babysitter and set himself to his task. He pulled out his apron, and his cleaning supplies and he set to work. He had tackled the kitchen first; as he expected it was the cleanest room in the tiny home. He expected nothing less of the chef he had met the previous day.    

However, children would be children, and there were an array of dishes in the sink, and boxes of food left on the counters. He quickly fixed this before reorganizing the cabinets and starting on breakfast. The first to wake was the boy. Natsume, the file had said.

The boy had come into the kitchen with his nose in a book, and hadn’t said a word. Alfred had watched him walk straight to the sink, open the cabinet door, climb in, and shut it a second later. Alfred’s lips had pursed for a second, perhaps he had been too quick in his choice of the word normal.

The girl, Aki, had come next. Groggy, and hair in a state of disarray the girl had slumped out into the kitchen, given him one look and let out a scream. Before shouting the question, “WHO ARE YOU?”

The boy had opened his cupboard door long enough to say, “Mr. Pennyworth, Kit texted us about him.” before closing the door.

The girl’s eyes narrowed, “Where’s my sister?”

“At the hospital. I’m afraid your eldest brother got in a bit of a scuffle and Ms. Katherine is attending to the matter.”

The girl’s eyes narrowed and she asked, “Who the hell talks like that?” Before walking back into her room and closing the door with a bang.

The cupboard door creaked open and the boy stuck his head out, “Aki tends to get dramatic. Do you know if Seth is going to be okay?”

Alfred crouched down to the boy’s level and smiled, “I am certain that your sister will make sure he is taken care of. Now would you like to eat breakfast in the cupboard or at the table?”

“I have to eat at the table. I’m not allowed to eat under the sink because it’s hard to clean.”

Alfred nodded, “Understood. How do scrambled eggs sound?”

~~~~~~~~~~

Kit stared at her brother, while she sipped at her coffee. Slowly she turned to Bruce and said, “He’s not nearly as big a pain when he’s in a drug induced sleep. He almost looks innocent.”

Bruce cracked a small smile, “The bruises, IV’s and cast tend to ruin the innocent look.”

Kit smiled before taking her seat again, “Have you heard anything from Alfred?”

Bruce’s smirk was a knowing one, “He’s fine, I promise.”

Kit turned in her seat, “You don’t know that. They’re a handful.”

“Noted, but if he could handle me, he can handle them.”

Kit leaned forward, “You don’t seem all that crazy to me. Did you get a B on a test or something?”

Bruce hmmed, “Or something. I refused to go back to public school. I was homeschooled. I graduated at sixteen, and then started taking college classes at the local university. I graduated and went onto Medical school at Yale, before I dropped out. Alfred’s never let me live that down.”

Kit’s brow furrowed, “So what do you do now?”

“I’ve taken over Wayne Enterprises. I’ve spent the past few months cleaning it up, and I’m about to make my debut so to speak.”

Kit leaned back in her chair, “Do you enjoy business?”

“I enjoy the challenge.”

“A thrill seeker?”

Bruce’s lips quirked, “Something like that. What about you?”

Kit shrugged, “I went to culinary school, graduated at the top of my class. But book learning was never my thing.”

“Hands on learner?”

Kit nodded, and sank back into her chair. Bruce sat on the arm, and took her hand in his. His fingers stroked over the top, while Kit focused on Seth. The doctors had said he’d wake up within the hour and the hour was almost over.

Neither she nor Bruce said anything, as the hour came and went. After another hour went by Seth slowly started to wake up. She watched his eyes flutter open and she smiled at him, “Hey kid.”

“Who the hell is he?”

Kit’s eyes flicked to Bruce, who appeared to be starring Seth down. Her brother lasted a good twenty seconds before his eyes cut away. Slowly, not quite sure what was going on Kit explained, “This is Bruce. He’s my soulmate.”

She watched as Seth scowled, “So we have a new daddy, hunh? Are we going to be a happy little family now?”

Bruce scoffed, “Family? Yes. Happy? Probably not, something tells me your attitude will make sure of that.”

Kit coughed to cover up the laugh that wanted to burst out. She’d spent the past two years walking on glass around Seth to try and keep from driving him away. Bruce didn’t have that fear, if anything Bruce seemed ready to knock some sense into her brother.

Seth’s scowl deepened, but he said nothing else. The doctor came and went, explaining that Seth would make a full recovery, and would be discharged later in the day. The rest of the day saw final examinations, Seth and Bruce bickering, and Kit attempting to keep the peace.

By the time five o’clock rolled around Kit was ready to go home. They wheeled Seth to the entrance where they loaded him into Bruce’s car, and they dove towards the Blair family apartment. It took some maneuvering to get Seth up the stairs, and in the end Bruce ended up carrying him. Kit was more than a little impressed.

    Then she stepped into her apartment and was blown away. It looked like something out of a magazine, sparkling, clean, with dinner on the stove. Her eyes went to the two people on the couch. Mr. Pennyworth and Natsume sat there, both with aprons over their clothes while they folded laundry.

    “What the hell?”

    Kit could only nod in agreement with Seth, “What he said.”

    “Ah, Master Wayne, Ms. Blair, welcome home. I hope you don’t mind but I went ahead and tidied up a bit, and started dinner. Ms. Aki is in her room completing homework, and young Natsume has already finished.”

    Kit’s eyes went wide, and she turned to Bruce, “He comes with you, right? Cause if not, I might trade you for him.”

    Alfred cracked a small smile while Bruce let out a laugh, “Which way to his bedroom?”

    Kit pointed, “Through there. He’ll direct you.”

    Making eye contact with Mr. Pennyworth Kit asked, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

    His smile was gentle, “Not at all. I have everything under control.”

    Kit smiled back, “Every time I think that, something outrageous happens.”

  • Scarecrow: Hello?
  • Riddler: Hey, what's up
  • Scarecrow: I need your help, can you come here?
  • Riddler: Uh. I can't, I'm buying clothes.
  • Scarecrow: Alright, well hurry up and come over here.
  • Riddler: I can't find them.
  • Scarecrow: What do you mean you can't find them?
  • Riddler: I can't find them. There's only soup.
  • Scarecrow: What do you mean "There's only soup?"
  • Riddler: I mean there's only soup.
  • Scarecrow: WELL THEN GET OUT OF THE SOUP AISLE!!
  • Riddler: Alright. You don't have to shout at me. (moves to next aisle)
  • Riddler: There's just more soup!
  • Scarecrow: Go into the next aisle!
  • Riddler: (moves to the next aisle) There's still soup!
  • Scarecrow: Where are you right now?!
  • Riddler: I'm at soup!
  • Scarecrow: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE "AT SOUP"?!
  • Riddler: I MEAN I'M AT SOUP!
  • Scarecrow: WHAT STORE ARE YOU IN?!
  • Riddler: I'M AT THE SOUP STORE!
  • Scarecrow: WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE?!
  • Riddler: FUCK YOU!!