Randi (taylor's version)

Twenty something, proud Swiftie since 06' Reputation Tour KC! Eras Tour KC n2! Ao3: Alfreddabuttler2ts

[drulalovescas]

Fellas is it gay to hallucinate your missing boyfriend the way your brother hallucinated his dead girlfriend????

they're the same picture

[frownyalfred]

Alfred on the phone, elegantly winding his way through a total bullshit reason for Bruce to be out of public: “—and as you’re well aware, the venom from the spikes of the fish creates quite an…unfortunate physical effect. I’m certain you wouldn’t want him to appear in public with a blue face, hm?”

Gen Z Wayne Enterprises Intern who’s been trying to get Bruce’s in person signature on something for three months: “Last week you said he went cliff diving.”

Alfred: “Indeed. And he dove straight into a school of fish. The fish whose poison has made him quite blue in the face.”

Intern: “And the week before that you told me he was on a vegan retreat in Sedona.”

Alfred, sweating: “Master Wayne ultimately determined vegetarianism was more…flexible.”

Intern: “The same retreat where he broke all his fingers on his right hand and couldn’t hold a pen?”

Alfred: “The very same. What a distressing moment on horseback. You have an excellent memory!”

Intern, breathing heavily into the receiver: “Alfred if you don’t tell me where he is, I’m going to go back to Wayne Enterprises and sneak into the electrical closet on the 58th floor and shut off the power for the entire building. And then I’m going to break into your Manor and take every single left shoe from his closet and swallow his fucking keys.”

*** silence ***

Alfred: And where would you like his signature, again?

[nigaki]

Student Clark Kent accidentally meeting Bruce Wayne when he's on a business trip in Metropolis.

Somehow he didn't make a complete fool of himself while facing his gay awakening and the biggest crush since he was in middle school.

Unless you count asking Bruce Fucking Wayne out on a date, sure that he will say no, but he asked anyway, because what does he have to lose?

Bruce Wayne said yes.

Now Clark is panicking because he's just a poor student, he can't afford the type of restaurant Bruce Wayne eats at!

He should cancel!

Clark doesn't cancel because his mama didn't raise a quitter.

He invites Bruce to a small bistro affordable to a student and somehow Wayne is having fun? Smiling and laughing at Clark's jokes, listening to his stories about Smallville and university.

He likes the food and cheap beer too!

Clark doesn't want the night to end, but unfortunately, it does. Wayne needs to go back to Gotham. He has kids.

Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

A car comes to pick him up and Clark waits with him to make sure nothing bad happens. And to spend a bit more time with him.

Eventually, the car arrives and they say their goodbyes.

Clark is sure this is the last time he's seeing Bruce Wayne with his own eyes, but then Bruce pulls out a card with his number - personal, not business one - and asks Clark to give him a call.

Clark is in too much shock to say anything so he just nods and takes the card.

Bruce catches his hand then and pulls him down to place a quick kiss on his lips.

Winking, Bruce gets into the car and drives away.

Clark stands in the same spot for a long while after Bruce left, with a dumbest smile on his face.

[touchofhemlocktea]

Bruce probably feels so young again.

Empty nester Bruce who's just seen Damien off to university. He doesn't really have anyone who comes around regularly or even calls.

He accepted the invitation on impulse. The poor kid looked so embarrassed. It was adorable.

He really wasn't expecting to have such a good time.

[nigaki]

Clark is smart and very passionate about the journalism he's studying. And about his farm where he grew up. Bruce loves his voice just as much as those stories.

He knows it's just one date and then they'll never see each other again. To Clark it's probably just something from his bucket list. Plus he's so much younger, could be Bruce's son. Bruce shouldn't be interested in seeing him again.

Yet he can't help but give Clark his number, not getting his hopes up.

He feels so foolish staring at his phone constantly the next day. Especially when it keeps being silent.

Clark doesn't call.

Of course he doesn't, and when Bruce slowly begins to accept it at the end of the day when getting ready for bed, the phone calls.

He picks it up faster than he should.

"Hello?"

"Um, hi. It's me," the familiar voice reaches him. "Clark, that is."

"Clark," Bruce repeats, breathing out the name with relief. "I was starting to think you wouldn't call."

"The day was kind of hectic," the kid explains himself. "I finally got some free time, I hope I'm not interrupting anything? Or that you aren't getting ready to bed. It's kinda late."

"No, no, I wasn't doing anything important," Bruce lies, sitting down on the bed and playing with his robe. "How are you?"

They talk till 2am, and even then they're reluctant to hang up.

[touchofhemlocktea]

Bruce feels like a pervert when he first brings Clark home. He isn't intending to sleep with him that night, but his in home theater is so much better than the movie theater and Clark has to watch some old movie for a class anyway.

They fall asleep on the massive sofa together. Both of them ignore the others morning wood awkwardly.

[nigaki]

Bruce invites Clark to stay for breakfast.

Clark agrees and at first, Bruce is the only one cooking, but Clark can't stand just sitting there and watching, so he offers to help.

Bruce protests for only a moment before he gives in.

It's fun to cook with someone else. They keep talking and joking, and at some point, they have a little food fight.

Nothing extreme, just a bit of flour in the hair and pancake mix on the cheeks.

Bruce doesn't remember ever feeling this young even when he was Clark's age.

[touchofhemlocktea]

It's a rare occasion where Dick calls. Clark is over taking a tour of the manor gardens. They aren't as grand as the glory days of the Wayne family, but they are of intense interest to the farm boy in Clark. They're having a picnic when Bruce's cell rings.

Hearing Bruce call someone son is a sobering reminder of their age difference. It makes the rest of the picnic awkward and stilted.

[nigaki]

Son.

That one word haunts Clark for the whole trip back home.

Bruce is a father. A father of grown up children. His first is older than Clark! Hell, Bruce could be his father as well, that's how big of an age gap there is between them.

They have no business being together, not even for a one night stand.

Even if Bruce was childless, the age is still too big. They're at different stages in life, with different priorities. They would never grow old together and they would be judged constantly.

Sure, everything was perfectly legal, but that wouldn't stop people from calling Bruce a groomer, and Clark would rather not be called a gold digger.

Never calling and meeting each other again is the best decision they could make in their situation.

Only it hurts so much.

[touchofhemlocktea]

Branch attempt 1...

Clark wasn't a drinker....usually. But he drinks tonight. He had called Bruce and asked if they could talk. Bruce's eyes...he knew Clark had been spooked by something.

Clark looks at the prince of Gotham and lets the words fall on the table. "I don't know what we're doing, what I'm doing. You're old enough to be my father and even have adult children older than me. You were my first celebrity crush. I dream of making the world a more equal and less corrupt place in my own way because of you."

Clark weighs his words. "If we were to become something more serious...they would never let us have peace outside of Gotham. You would be labeled a pervert and a cradle snatcher and I would get labeled a gold digger. Any career I built would be called into question."

Clark wanted Bruce to understand, tears of frustration building in his eyes. "I like you, more than I should, and maybe I'm beginning to feel something more, but I don't know if I'm prepared for the consequences if things go further between us."

Clark finishes his drink and stares down at the empty glass, waiting for Bruce to respond.

[nigaki]

All Bruce can do at first is nod.

"You're right," he finally answers, throat dry like it doesn't want Bruce to speak and end this while they still can. "This could never work. Not because of us but because of everyone else. I didn't even tell my kids about you but I can imagine they won't be happy."

He can already imagine all of them asking if he lost his mind or suspecting Clark of wanting to use his money.

Bruce is a little desperate, but he's not stupid. He wouldn't let that happen, and he knows Clark's intentions are pure.

But to Bruce's kids it wouldn't matter.

And even if Clark proved them wrong, they still won't accept him as part of the family. As Bruce's boyfriend.

Not when he was younger than Dick, Casa and Jason and could literally be their younger brother.

"I never should've agreed to this," Bruce admits painfully. "Get both of our hopes up. But for what it's worth, I don't regret it."

Clark looks at him with years in his eyes.

"Yeah, me neither."

[touchofhemlocktea]

Clark stands up, feeling lost. He has classes. Bruce has his company and family. But those things feel far away. "I..."

Clark kisses him. It's warm and soft. It's perfect. He forces himself to pull away. "Thank you for everything. I'm sorry."

Bruce pulls him into a hug. "There's nothing to be sorry for."

Bruce walks Clark to the door, fantasies and dreams of a future that wouldn't ever be falling away as they accept the reality of their situation.

The door clicks locked between them like the closing of a book, Clark ponders, Perhaps an apt metaphor for the end of their little story.

Bruce sighs. Music and mindless tv isn't enough. He scrolls through his rarely used contacts. "Jason...I was just calling to catch up. It's been a while since we talked."

[nigaki]

Clark tries to return to normal life, but he can't.

He's constantly distracted, feels sick to his stomach and feels the need to cry at random.

He's a fucking mess and it shows so much his best friend Lois get concerned.

She knew since Clark came from Gotham that something was wrong, but she didn't push because she hoped he would talk with her on his own.

But Clark is getting worse each day and nothing suggests he's going to talk anytime soon. So Lois makes him talk.

At first Clark refuses, but after enough drilling, he spills the beans.

About everything.

Lois doesn't interrupt him, she just listens to Clark getting progressively more broken.

"I love him, Lois," Clark sobs eventually. "I shouldn't, but I love him."

[touchofhemlocktea]

Bruce wasn't doing well.

The house was too big, too quiet, too empty. The bi-weekly cleaning crew was efficient as always. Tim's reports indicated that everything was going well at WE. Jason was engrossed in running the Gotham focused Wayne charities.

Bruce finds himself at the graves. He talks for a long time, eventually hs words turn to Clark. He told them it was better for the boy to find someone his age.

Bruce reminiscences on the many relationships that never worked out as he goes to the empty manor. Harvey, Talia, Andrea, Selena...all leaving for one reason or another. He always dreamed of finding someone.

If he was a youn-

The buzzer rings. Bruce isn't expecting anyone. He opens the security feed and sees...

Clark.

[nigaki]

Bruce lets him in.

It's an impulsive decision, because he should stay away like they agreed. But if Clark came to him...

They meet in the foyer. Clark is clearly nervous about something. So is Bruce, even if he doesn't know about what exactly.

"You came back," is the first thing Bruce says.

"My friend dropped me here," Clark explains. "She had enough of me moping around."

Bruce hates the idea of Clark being hurt by their "break up", but part of him is also happy the boy is missing Bruce as much as Bruce misses him.

But then he realizes something.

"You told her about us."

There's no "us", but it's hard not to call them that.

Clark nods. "I needed to tell someone."

"And her response was to bring you to me," Bruce says, feeling the sudden need to send that friend a bouquet of flowers.

"She said we're being idiots," Clark reveals with a small smile.

"We're being right," Bruce corrects.

"Right doesn't always mean smart," Clark counters. "Her words, not mine. But I agree with her."

Bruce's heart begins to race with hope when Clark steps closer, within arms reach.

They look at each other, and Bruce is afraid to move a muscle to not spook Clark. Or cause this beautiful dream to end.

"I missed you," Clark breathes out. Like a relief.

And before Bruce can say the same, Clark's lips are on his and he forgets about everything that isn't their desperate kiss.

[kingthcrin]

@pscentral​ event 49: literature ↳ The Fall of the House of Usher (2023)

[merletka]

Does anyone remember my Jason adopts an ugly cat au??? I came back with part 2 all of a sudden hah

Part 1 here

[purpleflyingmagician]

Bruces Revenge

Art by @krastavac2503 and Commissioned by @bl4u_me

[not-a-casual-fangirl]

*Clark gets some weird kryptonian flu and Bruce is taking care of him*

Clark: you are cute *delusional af* so so cute

Bruce: *just being mean* and i'm very much married

Clark: what? *about to start crying*

Bruce: *rolls his eyes affectionately* yeah, i married you, Clark.

Clark: youclark it´s a stupid name.

Bruce: *burst in laughter*

Clark: stop laughing at me!

[nitewrighter]

[nitewrighter]

Starting a collection.

[thunderwhenhepurrs]

[bread-and-bats]

“Mr Wayne Mr Wayne, can I have your attention over here!”

“Bruce can I have you pose for the camera?”

“Bruce Wayne can you make a statement for the Gotham Globe?”

“Mr Wayne, do you have anyone with you tonight?!”

Clark took another sip of his champagne as he watched Bruce effortlessly dodge questions and pose for cameras.

Gliding between reporters and paparazzi with practiced ease.

However, his ears perked up at the last question. The chuckle and ‘not yet’ from Bruce brought him a strong satisfaction. Though he’d rather take another kryptonite bullet than admit that.

The metropolis native had obviously only been invited out of courtesy. Batman feeling bad that his friend and colleague had temporarily lost his powers for the millionth time.

But that nagging feeling at all the attention Bruce was getting was getting harder and harder to ignore.

And his second (third?) glass of champagne wasn’t making those feelings any easier to manage.

“If Gotham’s most eligible bachelor can’t find a date what chance do the rest of us have!”

Those so called ‘reporters’ were really getting on his nerves.

Suddenly, he stood up. Ready to defend Bruce’s dignity. But his own equilibrium had other plans. The room spun, his pile of empty glasses teasing him.

Rao, he missed his superhuman metabolism right about now.

Before he could make embarrassing contact with the floor, Clark felt a familiar sturdy hand on his waist. Guiding him back into his chair.

“Are you enjoying the party Mr. Kent?”

Clark’s face burned red, all he could do was nod. Obviously an effect of the alcohol. At least, that’s what he told himself.

“I am. . . now that you’re here”

The blush deepened into deep crimson. Did he really say that out loud?!

Bruce only smirked mischievously. He rested one arm on the table, leaning his chin on one of his hands. “Go on.”

“. . .”

Clark desperately searched his drunk brain for something to change the topic to, “uhm, the server said this was champagne. But isn’t it only actually champagne if it’s from Champagne, France. . .?”

“Who said it wasn’t? Only the best for my guests, and my closest friend.”

Mouth agape, Clark stared at Bruce. Taking in the breathtaking site of his piercing blue eyes, his smile, his neck, his waist underneath the perfectly tailored suit. . .

He shook his head, trying to dissipate the thought.

The rest of the gala went on much the same. And by the end of the night Clark found himself barely able to walk and barely able to keep his hands off of Bruce.

Bruce, for his part, was a very good sport. Sticking by Clark’s side the whole time with an amused expression on his face.

It wasn’t every day that alcohol actually had an effect on the Kryptonian.

— — — — — — — —

Morning light filtered in through the blinds. While normally a welcome, nourishing occurrence. Today it was an ice pick piercing Clark’s aching head.

“Ughh”

He rolled to his side to check the time on his nightstand clock. Only. . . It wasn’t his nightstand that greeted him.

Sitting up suddenly, Clark finally took stock of his surroundings.

The lush bedding, wooden flooring, handmade furniture. Far from what he could afford on a reporters salary.

Oh no, no no no, did he-

A wave of nausea overcame him, distracting from whatever happened last night. Clamping both hands over his mouth, Clark desperately looked around for the entrance to the bathroom.

Like a dark knight in shining armor, Bruce practically materialized at his side with a bucket. Rubbing his back as Clark emptied his stomach into it.

“Did we-“

Clark heaved a couple more times, his body not caring that there was nothing left to throw up.

“Feeling better, Boy Scout?”

He sheepishly nodded. Suddenly very distracted by the muscle and chest hair visible through Bruce’s open robe.

“And to answer your previous question. No, of course not. Brucie may be a playboy but he’s also a gentlemen.”

Clark felt his ears redden.

“You were drunk out of your mind. I would never violate your trust like that.”

“I-“

Clark was at a loss for words. Embarrassment at last nights behavior and deep affection for Bruce burning inside him.

“That said, if you ever want to take me out on a night you’d actually remember, and be able to fully participate in, I wouldn’t mind.”

His eyes widened, stunned. Unable to do more than nod. Though he immediately regretted that. His horrendous hangover exacerbated by the head movement.

Bruce rubbed his back some more.

“Th-thanks. I’m not exactly used to the effects of alcohol. I mean, clearly.”

Bruce gave him a wink and a sympathetic smile,“I’ll be downstairs with some coffee and aspirin”

“It’s a date.”

Clark gave his best attempt at a flirty smile despite his pitiful state.

They both chuckled, desire palpable in the air.

[noodles-and-tea]

The thing about kids is that they’re so little

[setox8]

[herius-is-drawing]

Don’t distract your boyfriend, Clark!!

[spicy-apple-pie]

based on that one scene from Ghost Stories lol

Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

[ericscissorhands]

My personal Top 10 Batfleck moments (So far and in no particular order) 

Feel free to add your own. I know i missed a couple. :D

[setox8]

[orchisailsa]

My infant baby children in fandom I don’t know how to tell you this but Hollanov weren’t posting anything to insta in 2009. I regret to inform y'all that MySpace was still outpacing FB with its popularity in 2009. Twitter was only three years old in 2009. It was the fucking socmed wild west back then.

[stillgotscars]

ivy - taylor swift