Gothic horror Batman where Thomas Wayne Jr was the one who pushed him down the old well and shot their parents (Joe Chill still shot Martha, Tommy just finished the job). Tommy's crimes were covered up.

Alfred locked him in the cave instead of capping him outright because Bruce still has a toxic attachment to him, and would rather endure the poisonous mind games than be alone (He tried for 5 years, but couldn't stop obsessing over the possibility of his elder brother getting out).
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Extended Absolute Aquaman pitches

Give me a call, DC
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The inherent gothic horror element of Batman finding beauty in all of his rogues despite their heinous actions and monstrous attributes, because Bruce simply can't help but hold all life sacred and worthy of worship
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Veterinarian Batman, in which instead of becoming a surgeon like Thomas did, Bruce did a vet degree and personally monitors/vaccinates every single bat living in the caves under the manor
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The wave scattered ever-present sky vortices into the far reaches of oblivion, unveiling five moons again.

Rot spire. End of storms.

I knelt in soil-turned-mud until the mist of dawn crept into my periphery.
Though it felt like it would never rain again, my tears refused to dry.
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Ten pupils stare back at you in the glass.

One blink, and the rest follow in a syncopated cascade. Top to bottom, almost rhythmic.
Roll one -- all ten follow suit.

Your field of vision feels no wider, your fingertips grace bare skin where eyeballs ought to be.

The window opens.
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The funniest thing about batlantern as a ship is imagining just how disastrous their bedroom affairs would be, considering that they're both obviously very demanding bottoms

Oh what am I saying, the solution is to have Hal and Bruce scissor while bitching at each other, of course
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The rain has resumed.

Alone, you take in the empty street. Harsh neon glows, mirrored in the puddles at your feet, ripple in and out of their half existence, as if threatening to escape the liminality of your periphery.

You've been here for a while.
Your contact probably isn't coming.
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You flick the switch of the breaker, pluck the fuse from its slot. Looser than expected. Dull green emergency lights flare to life as you toss it down the dim stairwell, hearing it clatter on wet concrete.

You return to the hallway, watching colleagues scramble to salvage doomed operations.
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