Alternate universe where Kal-El’s baby pod comes down behind Wayne Manor after the deaths of Bruce’s parents. Alternate universe where 15-year-old Bruce Wayne pulls an alien baby from the flaming wreckage and hikes across that big ass miserable lonely estate back to the house, listening to Kal cry the whole way, not sure if he would die in Earth’s atmo or not.
Imagine a young vigilante in the making having no idea what to do, but knowing – just knowing – that he can’t turn the kid over to anyone and then imagine Alfred realizing this after a few hours just… “You’re holding him incorrectly, Master Wayne.”
I’m just saying, there’s less moral ambiguity to bringing your bouncy/floaty adopted younger brother on patrol with you when he happens to be bulletproof.
Justice League meetings in this world would be interesting, to say the least.
Bruce is like 40 years old and Kal is like 25 and as set out on his own as Superman. It’s the same: the Justice League is headed by the world’s beloved Superman, Bats is funding it from the shadows. The world’s greatet hereos, lalala. The primary difference is just Batman says odd things to Superman sometimes like “Did you eat this morning or just pretend you don’t need caloric intake again?”
And instead of just chuckling magnanimously Supes gets all like: “I’m not having one of your gross protein shakes, Batso.”
*Batglare*
Supes drinks the fuckin shake but he does NOT enjoy it.
Okay, this got enough notes that I did write a fic for this verse. just FYI.
the gorgeous and the grotesque
A Beautiful Monster 