Title: Mercy Oh Murcielago
Fandom: Phantom of the Opera/Batman
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Christine Wayne
Prompt: Playful
Word Count: 740
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Even those who've grown old can be young at heart.
For 100moods

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I'm not going to present you with a fairy-tale image of Gotham. It's a hard luck town. It always has been. It's a place of dark tragedies and bitter ironies. A city of deep shadows and sharp contrasts. A city that touches everyone who lives there. For good and for bad ( Read more... )

The mun must be gluttons for punishment. One hundred moods, one hundred stories, one hundred words or more.

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It's not something he's ever going to get used to. It's been too many years. It's been his whole life. How do you rewrite a book? The cape and cowl now belong to another. They belong to someone he trusts, someone he's trained. Someone he'd give his life for. The suit however does not make the man. The suit is merely a reflection of what ( Read more... )

Dick: "Do you think you'll ever give up?"

Bruce: "I'll be too old someday. If I'm lucky."

[From Detective Comics #725]

The sun has hung in the sky for hours before Bruce Wayne finally drags himself from bed. He staggers to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, he's standing in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist. With a free hand, he wipes the condensation from the glass. The bruising on his side has turned a brilliant shade of purple and ( Read more... )

He's chosen a higher perch tonight. It's one that will allow him to see the city lights. Sounds from the street traffic below are warped and muted by the time they reach his ears. This is where he comes to think, with all of Gotham at his feet ( Read more... )

It wasn't the answer you were expecting. The expression on your face gave you away. You've never been any good at hiding your emotions ( Read more... )

Today marks no anniversary. No special circumstance has drawn me. Yet here I am. A son needs no reason to visit. I place the roses on the soil and watch the rain beat against the pedals ( Read more... )

Beyond the confines of the cave, this is where he is most at home. In his father's chair, in his father's study, in his father's house. Sometimes he feels like a stranger in the ancestral estate. But here... Here there is purpose ( Read more... )