Shankie's House of Guns & Spandex

Okay, I’ll admit.

This story started to intimidate the fuck out of me.

It’s been the source of the attention, small as it is, that I had in the fandomy sense of things. For good and bad. It’s been asked about by many people through email and comments since it became cursed and was lost or erased over four times.

And then, all of a sudden, it seemed like no effort to continue it would ever be good enough. This is like, my story, and it has to be good! I had to get over myself, and remember what the whole point of it was. To have fun and play with my boys.

Maybe this won't be the perfect story. But at least I'm actually writing it again.

So I do apologize for the very very VERY long delay.

Prophecies Fulfilled

Bruce/Wally, references to past Bruce/Clark. NC-17 for screaming and yelling and explicit m/m sex.

Bruce and Wally have not been coping very well. In an effort to help, Bruce and J'onn arrange a meeting of “the boys” of the League council... as a therapy session.

( Chapter 8: The Rules of Engagement )

Wally hasn't been feeling well; Bruce is firm about him getting it checked out. Some recon with Dick, chasing strange phenomena with Ralph, and things get interrupted by unforeseen consequences.

Beta by merfilly.

( Chapter Six: Family Affairs )

It's Bruce's birthday. Gotham's elite are all going to be there, along with quite a few other characters, and Angela Hastings; and Bruce has quite the question for Angie.

Beta by merfilly and ilyena_sylph.

( Chapter Four: When I'm Thirty-Four )