UPDATE: IGNORE EVERYTHING BELOW. READ THROUGH IT AND THEN DISCARD IT.

This fic, once known as the Wayne Brothers, is now called "a world where love hurts less" and is, in my canon, an alternate universe of my upcoming fic which will go on under the original name of this one: The Wayne Brothers. This fic will continue, getting progressively more fluffier and act, hopefully, as a salve to the emotional wounds that I hope to inflict on my readers in the other one... because, well, that one is going to get ugly.

Have fun.

Quiv, out.

Hey guys.

Please read through the whole thing.

Sorry for the false update. But this is not another chapter. This is an announcement regarding the sudden and tragic ending of this short lived 6-chapter fic based on the Wayne Brothers and associated DC characters. As of this moment, the Wayne Brothers as you knew it is no more.

Earlier, I had posted this on my wildly unobserved Tumblr page:

A bunch of you in here have read my wildly (he adds the adjective, hopefully) popular (not really) fic; The Wayne Brothers. A bunch of you amongst those bunch who have read the fic even like it.

Which is why asking this is sorta hard for me…

What do you think about me deleting the fic?

And replacing it with a very similar (same characters, same events and all) fic that also adds a layer of murder-mystery-ishness to it? Well, not a murder mystery maybe, but a mystery nonetheless? It would let me take on the characteristics of Barbara, Dick, Tim, Jason and the rest of the crew.

I mean, yes, an all-out romance (which is the direction the current Wayne Brothers story is heading in) is not a bad thing, but think how great it can be if all the romance is mixed in with the characters being the badasses they were always meant to be and are?

This will eventually evolve into part 2; the Wayne Family and then part 3; the Wayne Secrets. Maybe a part 4; the Wayne Legacy, as well. *wink wink*

I won't do this if there is backlash against the idea.

Just… tell me what you think.

To which, understandably, I had very little response. So, instead of waiting for people who probably hadn't seen my post to give their thoughts, I decided that since I am the author, I may as well as do things for the story that would make it better. And I swear, the renewed "The Wayne Brothers" will strive to surpass this fic in every way. Now, the only question I have is whether I should delete the existing fic to replace it with the newer version or should I leave it as it is for nostalgia (and maybe for when my other fic turns out sucky and you all pressure me into continuing this… *crosses fingers and whispers half-hurried prayers*)


Now that the announcement that this fic is done is done, let me give you a taste of what to expect from the one that will replace it. A sort-of trailer, sort of.

Before he could open his mouth, Barbara spoke. "You're home early," she stated.

Her father nodded, "I am."

"Why… are you home early?"

"I wanted to be here for when you come back," Detective James Gordon answered, with a smile lighting up his tired face.

She smiled back at him. Her father had always been an affectionate man, and it had only increased since the untimely death of her mother. Taking on the role of both father and mother, he had raised Barbara up single-handedly and managed to have an excellent career as a detective, risen through the ranks and now ended up a captain in the Gotham City Police Department.

Not once had he let himself be weakened by his responsibilities. Barbara loved him for it. And now, he had come home early to be there for her – something he had been doing without fail the first day of every year of her academic life.

"So," she started speaking before he could and beat him to the opening question of their little ritual. "How was your day?"

Her father looked away for a moment, as if contemplating whether or not to share information with her. A moment later, he looked back, and Barbara could see that he looked troubled. "Bad."

"Why?"

"There's been a murder of a prominent businessman. Some visiting guy. One moment he's working on his laptop and the other, he's bleeding over it."

"CCTV?" Barbara asked.

"Yeah. He was in his office in the 19th floor of a secure building… so, about 20 CCTV cameras covering almost every inch of the floor. About 2 minutes of footage goes missing and within that time, the guy's dead."

"Nothing pointing towards any culprit?"

"Nothing."

There was a knock on her window.

Barbara heard it, looked over to the window beside her bed and then turned back to the book she was reading. It was probably– The knock came again, a little louder this time, but held back enough as to avoid attracting too much attention. Suddenly still in her seat, Barbara waited, straining to listen, while a low sense of dread started to creep over her. The third knock was accompanied by someone outside whispering in frustration.

"What in the world is she doing?"

What? Barbara did a little double take when she realized that she knew who the voice belonged to. Now curious, she got up and walked to the window, pulled apart the curtain and stared straight into the very nicely sculpted behind of Dick Grayson.

He was leaning over the railing of the old fire escape and seemingly making hand gestures at someone on the ground below. When she pulled the window open, he startled for a second and turned to her. He smiled and nodded at her before dropping in through her window uninvited. Not that she'd have said no, but still.

"So," he said casually as if he'd just walked in, "This is your room." He nodded. "Not bad." Then he turned back to her and with a twinkle in his blue eyes, said, "Put something on that isn't pajamas."

She didn't respond to his comment. The best she could do was glare at him in confusion. She pointed with one hand at the window and with the other at him and asked, "H-How?"

"The fire escape, obviously."

"What?"

"The fire escape," he repeated, looking at her as if she had become a little dense, and then continued, "Come on, Babs, you look nice in your PJs but they won't do."

"Why?"

"Because we need to go. And it's cold outside. And the guys are waiting and they're really, really excited and we–Jason is at the wheels, okay? The longer you take the more chances of him getting overworked and driving off and I really, really don't want to be left alone in your room with you alone at midnight, not that I don't want to–I mean, I don't. Not now. Wait. Don't get me wrong, it's just–"


Now, there are no assurances that the above scenes will take place verbatim in the fic, but something very close to both will. The working synopsis for the story as of now is;

There is trouble is Gotham City.

And if Barbara Gordon keeps on associating herself with the Wayne Brothers, she just might find herself right in the midst of it. Barbara knows this. Though, the thing, as it happens out, is… you see, she doesn't want to.


A lot of the characters as you knew them from the original will change, but not entirely. The major changes are as follows.

1) Barbara Gordon is not yet on a wheelchair.

Other than that, you will Jason being even rougher than he is and probably be a sort-of casual drug user. Kate Kane will make an appearance. Tim might be a bisexual (huge "might" for now since I'm still planning the series). Along with a wide host of characters that we know from the Bat Family and Batman's villains, you will also see multiple references to and will meet characters from the wider DC universe. Helena Wayne and Helena Bertinelli (the latter character inspired by the former) might exist side-by-side. You may see references to Ibn al Xu'ffasch. Barbara herself will be an accomplished hacker and will get to use that powers. Most of the dating-ness and romance will be rewind to present the characters at an earlier stage. Damian Wayne himself will be a key character. Other than that, the fic will be a mix of romance and mystery and rich boys being overly snoopy and getting themselves and innocent girls into unnecessary trouble.

With all that done, I thank each and every single one of you for your encouragement and support as I wrote this (all honesty, the fic started as something I wrote on a whim, no plans for anything and it only even reached chapter 6 because of you). I hope that I haven't turned you guys off by what I'm doing and that I will earn back your trust and forgiveness and be able to entertain you with the renewed version of the Wayne Brothers.

Thank you. Truly.

Quiv out.