asuna

24 years old Love DC, Marvel, JJK and LDS 🩵 i reblog to reread these masterpieces of art 🙂‍↕️

[gotham-blight]

hiiii baby Dickie is my weakness he’s the cutest little thing ever 🥹 can you imagine Dickie is unwell and refuses to take his medicine unless Zitka takes it first?? 🥺

For a single, agonizing second, Bruce pressed his forehead against the duvet cover of the bed he was kneeling next to, a soft groan being absorbed by the mattress. He’d been fighting this particular battle for nearly half an hour now, a war of attrition that needed to come to a close, for both their sakes. 

Steeling his nerves with a deep breath, he sat straighter, forcing himself to be calm. He stared into the hazy, bleary eyes of his eight-year-old son, Dick. The boy looked like hell warmed over, a pale imitation of his vibrant self. His beautiful, sun-kissed tan had vanished, replaced by an ashen pallor. The normally brilliant blue of his eyes was dull, clouded with fever, and a fine sheen of sweat coated his skin, making the dark curls cling to his temples. But, even in such a state, Dick was, naturally, the most stubborn child to ever have existed. 

“Chum, please,” Bruce groaned, lifting up the small plastic cup once more, the cloying smell of artificial cherry filling his nostrils. It was a scent he was beginning to loathe. “You won’t feel better unless you take your medicine. It’s cherry. You love cherry.” He was trying to sound reasonable, but the desperation tinging his voice was unmistakable.

The little boy only sniffled, a wet, unhappy sound that could have been from disdain or his stuffy nose. He clutched his precious stuffed elephant, Zitka, to his chest, cradling her tightly against the soft blue fabric of his Superman-crested pyjamas. “Nuh-uh,” He mumbled, the word mumbled by the plushie as he pressed his stuffy nose against one of Zitka’s floppy ears. 

Nuh-Uh. That was the fourth time he’d said that, and nothing else. If he heard it once more, Bruce was sure he’d combust right then and there.

“Nuh-uh?” He echoed, letting out a soft exhale through his nose. Reaching forward with his free hand, he gently brushed back a few of Dick’s damp locks, tucking them behind his ear. His skin was hot to the touch. “You loved it three days ago when we went to the boardwalk. You know, when you ate your weight in cherry sno-cones.” 

Dick leaned into his touch, scooting over on the bed, just a little bit, to be closer to his dad. Bruce couldn’t deny that his heart warmed at the sight. 

“So, c’mon, chum, level with me here.” He said, all but begging. He was getting desperate, at this point, to convince the little boy that fever-reducer was something that was good for him. It was getting to the point where he was willing to resort to non-Alfred-approved tactics. “How much will it cost to get you to eat this? A thousand dollars?” He asked, holding the plastic cup up and wiggling it for emphasis. 

A small, watery smile tugged at Dick’s chapped lips. Bruce couldn’t help but feel like that was a victory. “Two thousand?” He pressed, a grin of his own starting to form. When Dick shook his head, letting out a little giggle that turned into a cough, Bruce felt a surge of triumph. “Alright, you’ve twisted my arm. Ten thousand. Final offer.” He hummed, pushing it forward towards him. 

But still, Dick only tucked his head behind Zitka, letting out a little sniffle as he did. 

The sound of his son’s distress was breaking his heart. All he wanted to do was fix it, to make the boy’s pain disappear. With a soft sigh, Bruce deflated wearily. “Come on, what’s the matter, sweetheart?” He asked, as those bleary blue eyes landed on him once again, shimmering with tears. “You can tell me anything. You know that.” 

Dick’s small fingers curled into the soft grey pelt of his plush. Finally, he spoke, his voice soft and hoarse. “Zitka’s sick too.” He mumbled.

Bruce blinked, gaze shifting to the stuffed toy. “Zitka?” He asked, brow furrowing. 

Dick nodded slowly. “A-Alfie said…” He sniffled, lower lip trembling. “...said that germs move from person to person,” He mumbled, frowning as he burrowed his face into his plush. “So if I’m sick, then I got her sick too!” He finished, the words falling into a soft, heartbroken whine. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bruce sighed, trying his very hardest to keep from smiling. It was difficult, when Dick’s argument was so endearing. “I’m sure Zitka’s going to be fin-” Dick cut him off before he could finish speaking. 

“S-She’s sick!” He whined, tears welling up in his eyes, spilling down his flushed cheeks. “A-And… A-And… y-you haven’t given her medicine yet!”

Bruce froze. He glanced between the medicine in the cup, the toy, and his very ill, very distraught son. “Oh, Dickie,” He said slowly, trying to figure out exactly what to say, in a way that wouldn’t send Dick into a full-blown meltdown. “Well… you see… Zitka’s got her own medicine to take,” He explained, as carefully as possible. “Alfred’s been getting it ready for her. Downstairs. In the kitchen.” 

Dick frowned softly, pulling her away from his tear-covered face to look at her properly. “H-He is?” He mumbled, using the back of one sleeve to wipe his cheeks in a way that made Bruce’s heart ache. 

“Of course he is,” Bruce soothed, reaching forward to wipe a stray tear with his thumb. “Why do you think he isn’t here to help take care of you?” He murmured smoothly, giving the little boy a soft smile. Dick’s lips pursed as he thought of an argument. But, unable to come up with one, he nodded slowly. 

“She’ll get medicine, too?” He asked cautiously, his gaze flicking between Bruce's face and the cup as he finally lowered Zitka onto the bed, careful to tuck her in just so, mirroring the way Bruce always tucked him in.

“I swear, Dickie, I’ll make sure Zitka gets the best medicine possible,” Bruce vowed, holding up the cup of medicine. “Right after you take yours.” 

Dick stared for a moment longer, searching for some kind of trick. Unable to find one, he reached out with a trembling hand, downing the sweet, cherry liquid in one go. The moment he did, Bruce couldn’t help but sigh in relief. He leaned forward, plucking the empty cup from Dick’s hands, and pressing a soft, adoring kiss to his burning forehead. 

“There we go, chum. That’s my brave boy,” He murmured. “Now, why don’t you get some rest, hm? Both of you will be better before you know it.”  He promised, as he adjusted the blanket to tuck the little boy in tighter, making sure Zitka was securely nestled beside him.

With a slow, heavy nod, Dick sank down into the pillows, eyes already drifting shut. “Love you, tati,” He murmured, voice soft. 

Bruce’s heart melted. He smoothed those beautiful dark curls back one last time.

“And I love you too, Dickie. More than anything.”

[nigaki]

Every now and then, during Justice League meetings, Superman is acting strange.

There are meetings when he's himself - joking a little, but otherwise focused and professional.

But then there are days when he's distracted. He's present with his body, but his mind is somewhere else. He takes frequent breaks or leaves the meetings early.

Bruce, like a concerned teammate should, investigates. If Clark is bothered by something, he needs to know by what and how to put a stop to it, so it doesn't jeopardize the team in the worst possible moment.

So he starts gathering data and looking for connections.

At first there's nothing.

Different times of day, weather, Sun's activity. Different people sit by his side every time, sometimes there's a crunch at work, other times everything is slow. His parents are fine, the farm is debt free, and Luthor is in prison. There's nothing going on that would cause such distraction. But if that was the case, Superman wouldn't have acted strange.

Bruce digs deeper, analyzing everyone on the team and comes up with nothing again.

And then he analyzes himself - the only option left, and the dots start to connect almost instantly.

Clark is always distracted whenever Bruce is ovulating.

[nigaki]

https://x.com/i/status/2069453824788770874

This is the sweetest thing ever! Please write a cute drabble on this!!!! Bats must be so tired and overstimulated to fall asleep on supes like that, the trust in this is so cute (did you see that Batman has princess feet? He looks so adorable like a dainty little thing in Clark's arms)

Bruce said he was fine.

And despite knowing it was a damn lie - because when the question is "are you okay?", there's 99% chance that Bruce's answer will be a lie - Clark decided to trust him.

A whole day has passed since Bruce was hit with a spell that made him fall asleep, there was no reason to assume it didn't wear off.

They walked up to the press awaiting Justice League's statement after the latest fight, and after initial questions stopped, Clark began his little speech.

He barely started when, with the corner of his eye, he noticed Bruce swaying, and next thing he knew the Bat was falling onto him.

Clark stopped mid sentence and supported him immediately, making sure he didn't hurt himself. He was ready to ask Bruce what's wrong, only to realize the other man was dead asleep.

It must be the spell, Clark thought to himself. It didn't wear off yet.

Clark looked at the crowd of reporters - surprised and concerned by what just happened. Murmuring among each other and taking hundreds of pictures Clark knew Bruce was going to hate.

"Um... One moment, please," he asked awkwardly and hoisted Bruce up into his arms.

He held him carefully, wrapping Bruce's own cape around him to keep him warm and at least a little bit shielded from reporters' eyes.

Bruce didn't stir. Far from it, he leaned into Clark, hiding his face in the curve of Clark's neck and breathing into it softly as he slept peacefully.

Clark let himself watch Bruce for a second, chest bursting with affection and love for his Bat.

Staying professional, Clark looked up at the crowd of the reporters, ignoring their flabbergasted expressions.

"Where was I?"

[nigaki]

NWO

Bruce uses his breasts to tease Kal when their pup(s) are asleep.

It's been a few months since Bruce gave birth and he's horny. When Kal returns to their bedroom after putting the pups to sleep, he's graced with the picture of Bruce laying in their nest and playing with his tits. He's already covered in milk that Kal will be happy to clean off his body.

[aimasart]

The Batfamily

[gotham-blight]

Excerpt from my newest fic, "Cabin Fever" (with minor adjustments to change the setting to make sense without the rest of the fic)

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“So, may I have this dance, my love?” Clark asked, voice soft and playful. He placed one hand on Bruce’s hip, the other taking hold of his hand, interlacing their fingers. 

With a gentle laugh, Bruce followed suit, placing one hand on Clark’s shoulder. He gave a nod, smiling up at his perfect, beautiful husband with an expression that was equal parts love and amusement. “You may,” He mused. With permission granted, Clark slowly began to sway, leading them in a sweet, slow dance. He spun them languidly, following the slow rhythm established by the record Bruce had chosen, a romantic jazz album that filled the sitting room with warm, lilting notes. It was perfect; it was a melody that felt like it had been written for this exact moment, for them, and them alone. 

And Clark, simply, couldn’t be happier.

As they danced, Clark stared down at his beautiful husband with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes, his heart so full of love for the man in his arms that it was practically bursting. Every inch of Bruce, from the scars that covered his body head to toe, to the salt and pepper in his hair, to the soft, rosy flush of his cheeks from exertion, was something else he was enamoured by. There was not a single imperfection on this man’s body that Clark did not love, not a single scar he did not revere, nor a line, or crease, or grey hair that he did not cherish. They were all evidence of a life lived fully, of his unwavering passion, and Clark found that breathtakingly, achingly beautiful.

He spun Bruce in his arms with a fluid, effortless motion, one hand sliding from his waist to guide him, as the other stayed firmly clasped in his. Bruce’s back came to rest against his chest, settling there as if he’d been made to fit. And, maybe he had. Clark’s arm wrapped around Bruce’s waist securely, pulling him a fraction closer until there was no space left between them. With his lips mere inches from Bruce’s ear, he began to hum along to the tune, enraptured by this moment. Bruce swayed against him with nothing but elegance and grace, his free hand coming to rest over Clark’s where it lay against his stomach.

Never, in a million years, would he find a single thing about this man to fault. He was perfect, body and soul, and there was never a world that would exist where Clark felt like he was worthy of this beautiful creature. He was a farm boy from Kansas, a creature from beyond the stars, and somehow, impossibly, against all reason and logic, ended up here, in an ancestral manor, overlooking the city of Gotham, dancing with the most extraordinary man he had ever known. 

And the man loved him back.

It was a miracle, plain and simple, and Clark intended to spend every remaining day of his life being grateful for it.

[capibat-supercroc]

I hear that Clark is like the huge dog that doesn't know that he's big. Just zero spatial awareness and constantly trying to fit into places he can't. So eager and happy that people just can't bring themselves to push him away and correct him. Trueee but I raise you—

Clark that doesn't seem to realize just how big of a man Bruce is. To his even bigger self, Bruce is just smaller. It wasn't something Bruce thought he would be into but the first time Clark just... picks him up—There's a rush of warmth in him that makes him melt. Some soft and gooey feeling that makes his steady heartbeat finally stutter. Against all odds, he feels safe when he's circled with those invulnerable arms. He feels delicate and loved and it's something Bruce never thought he'd have.

Clark doesn't even need to think about it before he's picking Bruce up. The first time it happened, when they're far away from any battlefield so there's no reason for him to do that, it was automatic. Bruce was flipping pancakes for their breakfast and Clark had been bugging him to move over to the next stovetop —"I wanna heat up Ma's soup, B!" "Wait until I'm done." "Then it's time to eat and I'm starving!" "You don't even need food, Kal" "Doesn't matter" — The more he pleads, the more Bruce plants his feet on the ground, a smug smirk gracing those lips. So Clark just grabs him.

It was more awkward than not, his arms circling around Bruce's waist and lifting, the other squawking in surprise and immediately tried to smack him off with a spatula. Clark shuffles three steps forward with a flailing Bat in his arms and plops him down at the next stovetop, picking up and placing his batter-filled pan there as well —"See? It's easy. You can do it there and I'm here-B? Are you... Oh my gosh, I am so, so sorry. " — Clark began to apologize profusely because he knew how much Bruce hates when people touches and manhandles him. He knew and he still did that. He's about to launch into the most depressing, sad, apologetic speech when Bruce simply... grunted and turned back to flipping pancakes.

Clark wanted to ask him if he's okay, if they're okay, but he should probably give him space. No, he couldn't. Bruce is his best friend and best friends need to respect each other's autonomy and— Clark stops mid-turn as he's about to face Bruce and beg for forgiveness. Because the back of the bat's neck is red. It's flushed the softest shade of red that runs right to the tip of his ears. And one shocked peek gave Clark a glance at a bright red cheek and the upturned edge at of those lips, undeterred by the efforts to bite back that smile. Oh.

Oh.

So Bruce didn't mind that. Probably. Likely?

Clark filed that information away into the depths of his mind, where he collects every little piece knowledge about Bruce—He's a very good listener who sometimes drive Clark insane because his advice always worked. He hates waking up in the mornings but he also hates not waking up in the mornings because "it's time wasted, Kal". He carries around lollipops for little kids. He looks perfect with a baby in his arms, even as Batman. Especially when he's Batman. He doesn't seem to mind when Clark manhandles him — Clark knew he shouldn't take advantage of this new piece of knowledge but he surmised that it's time Superman gets a little bit selfish.

So it started out small and casual. Superman diving in the midst of battle to swipe Batman off his feet, away from the laser beam directedly on him. Batman still yelled at him, like those early days of their rocky partnership, but he didn't disinvite Clark from dinner so Clark counts that as a win.

When Batman stalks off to the watchtower lab or his cave because he just needs to check something out, the final clue that will help them take down villain-of-the-week, without any care that he's bleeding all over the floor, Superman takes it upon himself to wrestle that man to the medbay. He'll try to pick Batman up and the other will put up a worse fight because "We can solve this, Kal! Just give me five minutes!" So Superman just grabs him in a fireman carry and physically hold him down on the medbay bed.

They'll come back to Clark's apartment just at the sun breaks above the horizon, tired but happy that the world is saved for one more day. Clark will nudge Bruce to get into the shower first and when the other inevitably fights him on it, just scoops him up with a sleepy yawn and deposits him right in front of the bathroom. "Relax, B. I got breakfast this time."

Most times it's an echo of that first morning. Breakfast or dinner, it doesn't really matter. They'll be moving in sync, shrouded in the steady calmness of the kitchen. And when Clark needs to scoot to the other side of the kitchen or grab something that is on the bat's side, he doesn't need to say anything anymore. A simple hand on Bruce's waist, the gentlest pressure that Bruce just moves with.

When they get together, Clark finds out that he gets to do all that and more.

Bruce will be surrounded with his case files and a million checklist of things to do. But Clark can just pick him up and fly him to bed. "I'm not done, Kal" "Those can wait for tomorrow, sweetheart"

Bruce will be sneaking out of bed in just a few hours. Clark usually lets him get as far as the stairs before he comes over and swipes him up in a bridal-carry, putting him in bed and laying down on him. "Ugh, you're heavy. Get off of me" "You weren't complaining last night" "... shut up, Kal"

Bruce can't say he hates it. He knows okay? That Superman is, well, super. He can lift anything with barely a finger. But to experience it himself? Again and again? Every time it happens, Bruce feels another piece of his heart melt and be molded into something that is indescribably Clark's name.

He's a big man. 6'2 and with muscles he spent years building. Next to the average person he would look huge. And he doesn't think an average person could lift him a few feet off the ground, let alone casually scoop him up and hold him up. Clark just does it effortlessly and God, if that didn't make Bruce wet. He makes Bruce feel small, like he's someone easy to hold and care for. And Bruce can admit that he likes the casual display of strength.

Bruce Wayne will be taken hostage during a heist gone wrong at a gala, for what felt like the fifth time that month. But Superman will be there, clearing out the goons in just a few minutes before rushing over. "Mr.Wayne! Are you feeling alright?" It's for show, as it always is, but Bruce can hear everyone ooh-ing and aah-ing at how Superman simply carries The Bruce Wayne. That makes something proud unfurls in his chest, like look at my man, look at how strong he is. He preens inwardly and to the cameras trained on them, he swoons. "My hero! You saved my life." If he uses that opportunity to run his hand across firm, thick muscles and listen to the jealous awe of other people, that's no one's business.

There are times when Clark is lounging in bed or in the armchair when Bruce will pass by him. One single arm will stretch out and snag his waist, effortlessly pulling Bruce closer and into Clark's lap. He loves when Clark does that. Sometimes he will fake a struggle, telling the other that he has other, better things to do, which just makes Clark tighten his hold while Bruce feels himself slick up. Sometimes he just curls closer into the broad chest, smiling softly when a face nuzzles into his hair, letting himself fall asleep to kisses to the crown of his head. If Clark is particularly engrossed in his reading and doesn't seem to notice Bruce, of course there's a reason why Bruce Wayne is making multiple trips across the room. He has a lot of billionaire stuff to do that requires walking back and forth on that specific path. Don't question him.

When they're on monitor duty together, Clark will just pull Batman into his lap. "C'mon, B, no one is here," he'll whisper, mouth trailing along the side of the other's neck. At first, Batman did put up a semblance of a fight because this is just unprofessional. But then he stopped with the theatrics and let himself be held. With a disapproving frown because it's still unprofessional. "You're still cute when you pout. Gosh, I really, really like you." Lately Batman and Superman will make their way together into the monitor room and as soon as the door closes, Batman sits himself in Superman's lap, not bothering to hide the little smirk gracing his lips when Superman's arm naturally curls around him. It's for productivity reasons obviously.

In the kitchen, when it's Clark's to turn to cook, he start his routine by picking Bruce up and placing him on the counter. "You just sit there and look pretty, B," Clark says with a kiss on his forehead. Bruce didn't even know that that's something he had been missing in his life. Nobody ever did that and he certainly didn't think he could, but there was Clark wuth zero spatial awareness regarding Bruce.

When it's Bruce's turn to cook, Clark simply plasters himself to his back, keeping his head buried in the crook of Bruce's neck. Obviously he can't move with a giant octopus restricting him from even taking two steps to the side, or focus when Clark feels so good and smells so heavenly, so close to him. But he can't bring himself to get out of the embrace so he just leans back and takes an extra twnety minutes to prepare their meal.

Clark just likes pulling Bruce into his lap for cuddles, no matter when or where they are. It's a sight that's commonplace in the manor to the horror of th batkids. It's a constant in Clark's tiny apartment where he just refuses to let Bruce down. Bruce just gets carried everywhere, from the bedroom to the living room to the kitchen. He holds him like he's something precious and Bruce lets himself revel in it. There's finally someone who can bear the weight of everything that he is.

It does not need to be said that the way Clark can effortlessly hold him up extends to the bedroom. Bruce can ride that dick for hours without worrying that he might hurt Clark, quivering thighs working on milking every ounce of pleasure from them. And when he felt his burning legs giving way, after having Clark come so many times in him that every thrust has cum bubbling out around the thickness, large hands will wrap around his waist, almost covering the entirety of it, as Clark begins pounding into him. Bruce is jostled and bounced, made to meet every snap of his hips, scratchy, almost soundless moans interspersed with the slap of skin on skin. Clark can go for a few more rounds like that. When Bruce is finally laid back on the bed, his gaping, fucked out pussy leaks, pearly white cum dribbling between puffy lips.

Clark can lift him up against the wall as he fucks Bruce, holding him in place as he takes his fill. Bruce can't even get mad when they're moving towards the bed and Clark keeps getting distracted, stopping in place as he bounces Bruce on his cock. Because even then, he's getting dicked down so good and Bruce is desperately clawing and scratching at his back, his moans swallowed by the hungry mouth against his. They usually end up on the floor, with Bruce bent in half as Clark drills into him, taking him again and again until he passes out, coming so hard that his minds white out. He comes to already in bed, clean and warm in Clark's arms, and the thought that Clark could easily do anything to him when he's unconscious has him grinding back on Clark, grinning when the other stirs with a soft curse and one hand automatically reaching between his thighs.

Clark doesn't even have to hold him up. Bruce has never been with someone who technically doesn't need to breathe and it's wonderful. Mindblowing. He can ride Clark's face for hours, his pussy throbbing with overstimulation but still clenching tight around the tongue licking into him. Clark practically makes out with Bruce's cunt, spit and slick trailing down his chin as he laps and mouths at his puffy lips, tongue diving back into the heat to coax more wetness into the greedy mouth.

And when Bruce orgasms again, body slumping forward in exhaustion, Clark doesn't stop. He doesn't even try to lift him up, in fact he hooks his arms around Bruce's thighs and pulls him down, making him rest his weight entirely on Clark's face. Clark knows this must be what heaven feels like, surrounded by the scent of Bruce, a taste that is uniquely the bat's flooding his mouth. He can stay here for days, feeling Bruce tighten hard before going slack, squirting against his face. Clark is drenched by the time he's satisfied, hours later. Bruce's limp body still twitching with aftershocks, his tight pussy now fluttering weakly around Clark, so slack that Clark can easily flip him onto the bed and sheath himself in one smooth thrust.

Clark is just casually loving him and using him like Bruce is this tiny little thing, and Bruce is obsessed with that.

[asunalinphea]

✨a masterpiece right here folks✨

[nigaki]

Bruce gets outed as an omega and asked Clark to Mate him to protect the Wayne Fortune and his recently adopted pup from several very evil Alphas. He trusts Clark not to use his position as Pack Alpha to take advantage of him.

Clark starts out perfect but slowly manipulates Bruce into becoming the perfect House Omega.

First few months, Bruce feel like nothing changed. Sure, Clark needs to be present during some business meetings or sign papers for him, but Bruce, unofficially, still runs the company.

He couldn't have chosen a better person to help him than his best friend.

But then Clark starts to influence his decisions on how to run WE. Bruce lets it slide, he assumes Clark just wants to help him. He even says so, telling Bruce he should rest more and enjoy parenting Dick, he got this.

Bruce doesn't oppose, he really should spend more time with his new pup while leaving his company in Clark's competent hands.

But then something unexpected happens.

Despite taking suppressants, Bruce goes into heat. Clark spends it with him, and Bruce takes another pill after to not get pregnant.

It doesn't work. Bruce ends up pregnant, and he needs to step down from the company full time.

Clark cooes at him that maybe that's for the better. He always wanted a big family after all.

Unknowingly to Bruce, he throws away the placebo pills he replaced Bruce's suppressants with.

Bruce won't even try taking them anymore. Clark intends to keep him barefoot and pregnant for a long time.

[fanfic-corner]

Superbat Fic Recs

I'm back with some more fic recs that I've been meaning to post for forever! Here's some of my favourite Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne fics 🫡

Cowled Affections by anonyomoose (1.2k)

Clark’s attempts to keep his relationship with Bruce under wraps lead to a series of well-intentioned but very misguided matchmaking efforts from the Justice League. Batman is very unhappy about it.

I'll be your morning bright good night shadow machine by BetweenWaves (3k)

Clark could suddenly feel the heat of the fever radiating from beyond the door and he mentally kicked himself from not gathering the obvious sooner.

Bruce was sick.

Bruce Fucking with the JLA by littlegh0st (5.4k)

Bruce finds endless amusement in using his public Brucie Wayne persona to mess with JLA.

Or, Bruce and Clark's developing relationship as seen through snapshots of Bruce being a little shit.

A Match Into Water by Arwriter (5.8k)

He could hold out for a few minutes. Just a few more minutes. The team would track them down and Flash would be there in seconds to pull Batman out of the water and get Superman out of his chains. 

Any minute now.

integral by TheResurrectionist (7.8k)

The Justice League is cursed to stay awake, or fall into a coma. For the Batfamily, extreme sleep deprivation is really just another Tuesday.

Banana Muffin by Mawiiish (8.8k)

Bruce is poisoned at yet another gala and he calls for the only person he can trust enough to get him to safety, secret identities be damned. So why is he being taken away by some stranger and where is Superman?

Oblivious by mosslingg (10k)

Bruce knows Clark is Superman. Clark has no idea Bruce is Batman. A bet happens and shenanigans ensue.

Watch(tower) Out! by Arkangelo (10k)

Bruce Wayne, the Justice League’s primary funder, pays a customary visit to the Watchtower. It goes about as well as expected.

Everything Can Stay The Same (Or We Could Change It All) by A1batross (11k)

Oh my god, Jason slowly realizes, it’s Dick Grayson.

“Oh my god,” the man with the gun whispers, “It’s the Red Hood.”

AKA a very serious (no it isn't) about finding home. It involves a chance meeting, a cat, an explosion or two, and family.

there ain't no star that shines by amosanguis (11k)

“I'm not the same person I was back in high school,” Clark says, “and I doubt they all are, either. What would be the point?”

“Oh, Clark,” Bruce is suddenly holding Clark's face with both of his hands, “the point is that I'm going to land us in a helicopter somewhere for all your classmates to see.”

Clark sighs and closes his eyes.

“Say 'yes', Clark,” Bruce orders.

Clark doesn't open his eyes, just says, “Yes, Clark.”

How to Date the Batman by solomonara (11k)

Someone spots the Batman kissing Mild Mannered Reporter Clark Kent. Hijinks ensue.

Safe And Sound by watchingthestars13 (12k)

Five times Bruce's kids called him dad and once he said it himself.

What it Means to be Family by kazeohiku (14k)

When Jason somehow runs into Bruce Wayne at his local Walmart (and literally runs into Clark Kent) he gets way, way more than he bargained for.

play me 'til your fingers bleed by rhythm_and_sound (16k)

Bruce Wayne is hit with a truth spell. Clark Kent learns more about this untouchable billionaire than he ever imagined.

Half in Love by timeturners (21k)

Clark rejects Bruce Wayne because he’s in love with Batman. Batman rejects Superman because he’s in love with Clark Kent.

So when Superman happens to run into Bruce Wayne, they both have feelings that they need to get over. It’s a reasonable enough solution to their problems, right?

What could go wrong?

A Sense of Identity by DaaroMoltor (21k)

It was a Thursday afternoon at the end of March, and Bruce Wayne met Clark Kent in the way enterprising billionaires tended to meet investigative reporters: Through an interview. Kent had posture like cooked spaghetti and wore his plaid like the strangest camouflage in history.

Bruce was less than impressed.

You're gonna know my name by Dino_Cattivo (22k)

Bruce just wanted to get the interview over with and relax, but sadly the universe had other plans, and he found himself stranded together with Clark Kent and has to wait to be rescued to keep his secret identity. Which would have been a lot easier if Kent hadn't investigated things Bruce would rather have kept hidden.

[megalithical]

clark: look, i know you think my judgement's clouded because i like bruce a little bit-

diana, holding clark’s notepad: you doodled your wedding invitation.

clark: no, that's our joint tombstone.

diana: my mistake.

[occasionalauthoring]

Damian looks up at the mountain before him, and clenches his fists. He grabs onto the harsh wall, clenching his fingers as tight as he can to hold on, and pulls himself off the ground.

He must get to Father.

He must.

His legs dangle helplessly above the floor, and he swallows down the fear that rises up in his throat, dragging up his second hand.

He tries, desperately, but he can't find purchase, not with the other items he is carrying with him, and he stares at them, vision blurring with tears.

Mother gave him these. They still smell like her perfume, like jasmine, and... And he misses her. Like he misses Father.

He must get to him.

He releases his cargo, and his chest hitches as they fall by him, tumbling down to the floor.

He can find another hold, now, and pulls himself up higher.

There's a foothold, and he pushes off it, bare toes aching as he uses all his might, quickly moving up higher.

Then the mountain shifts, and his grip trembles as it moves beneath him.

He cannot help but cry, a wail tearing from him, and all of a sudden, the darkness is flooded with light, and hands are wrapping around him, pulling him up to the top of the mountain and into Father's arms.

"Oh, Damian, my baby. What's wrong?"

He hiccups a cry into Bruce's chest, shaking his head. "I— I had a n-nightmare, and I couldn't—" He breaks off to cry again, and Father holds him close to his chest, hushing him, bouncing him gently. "I couldn't get to you."

"It's okay. It's okay, my love, we'll put in some steps so you can climb up on the bed. Or I'll sleep in your room."

"You promise?"

"I promise." Father peppers his face with kisses, and smiles, cupping his cheeks. "There is nothing I wouldn't do for you."

"Really?"

"Of course." Father's chuckle makes his chest feel warm, and his eyes feel hot, and he smiles, feeling his chin wobble as he points towards where he came from. "Will— will you get them then?"

"Who... Aw, chum. Did you drop your teddy?" Father shifts his grip on him, and leans down, lifting his toy, and his blanket onto the bed. "Here, son. They're here now, it's alright."

He grabs onto Teddy with both hands, holding it close, breathing in Mother's perfume as Father eases them back against the pillows.

The light cuts out, and Damian whimpers, but Father kisses his head, holding him close.

"I won't let anything happen to you, my love. You're safe."

Damian nods, and decides to go to sleep. He has Father now, all is safe.

[occasionalauthoring]

Dick turns at the feeling of eyes on him, and smiles at Bruce in the doorway. "Hey, B." He closes his laptop, standing. "You alright?"

Bruce smiles back. "You were meant to be in bed two hours ago."

"Whoops," he lies. "Sorry."

Bruce shakes his head, and waves towards the bed. "Shoo, child."

Dick giggles, padding across the carpet, and clambers up onto his mattress. He grabs for Zitka and doesn't bother to do anything else, as Bruce works his way around him, tucking him in on every side.

A palm settles on Dick's forehead, brushing his fringe back, and warm lips settle there. "Goodnight, Dick." He moves lower, kissing Zitka's head too. "Goodnight, Zitka."

Another laugh is pulled from him, as hard as he tries to suppress it, because Bruce is so lame and not at all funny, but he fails and feels a smile pull at his lips.

"Goodnight, Bruce."

When the man above him lingers, just quietly watching him, he feels the smile fall away. "Bruce?"

"Dickie." Bruce swallows. "You know I love you, right? More than anything?"

He curls his fingers into Zitka, nodding.

"Yeah. I love you too, B."

Bruce winds a finger through one of his curls, wrapping it around his finger, and smiles at him with so much softness Dick doesn't know what to do with it.

"Goodnight, chum."

He watches Bruce release him, making his way slowly to the door, and frowns. Didn't they just do this?

"Goodnight, B."

Bruce smiles at him from the door, and turns off the light.

"Hey, Bruce, wait—"

The door halts halfway closed, and Bruce's silhouette returns. "Chum? You alright, Dick?"

He clears his throat. "Um. Can you leave the light on?"

"Sure. Which one?"

"The hallway one? And leave the door cracked?"

"Like this?" Bruce checks, closing it slightly more.

Dick glances around at how light his room is, and deems it acceptable. "Yeah. Thanks."

"Of couse. Come get me if you need me, kiddo."

"I will."

Bruce nods, and Dick listens to his footsteps fade away down the hall after he disappears from sight.

"I love you!" he yells, straining his ears to pick up a response.

Nothing.

"B?"

Still nothing.

"Zitka?" Dick checks, clutching her tight. "Do you think B is okay?"

She doesn't say anything, but he knows she agrees. Something is up.

"Come on."

He slides out from under the covers, which is made significantly more difficult from how tightly Bruce tucked him in, and doesn't even bother with his slippers, clutching Zitka's arm tightly as he makes his way to the door.

Fingers trembling, he reaches out to the door handle and grasps it weakly, and—

"ARGH!"

"FUCK!"

Bruce stares at him, Dick stares at him, and, slowly, Bruce raises a finger to point. "You didn't hear me say that."

Dick nods, feeling his heart pound in his throat. "Sure."

"You alright? Why are you out of bed?"

Dick chews his clip, and digs his big toe into the floor. Bruce's eyes on him is heavy, and he looks at Zitka rather than the man in front of him.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Oh, thank God," Bruce whispers, and Dick is seized into the air, quickly marched off down the hall. "Yeah, kiddo, of course."

Dick buries himself close, and sighs in relief. "Yay."

[superman-creampieing-batman]

Superbat job reversal au. Clark Kent, billionaire founder of the daily planet. Bruce Wayne, an investigative reporter from the Gotham gazette.

I Love this idea. So. SO.MUCH. I remember seeing an art of this and going crazy about it.

Clark Kent is known to be the biggest troll of a billionaire, the man could look anyone in the eye and roast them in such a way that you won't understand it until an hour or two later. He's doing the most out of pocket things and rarely ever shows up to events, instead he's photographed at the most random and fucking stupid places all the time. But despite his shenanigans, metropolis loves their billionaire a lot, because he's very down to Earth and kind. He might be weird and a touch insane and pathetic at romantic endeavours but he's their weird billionaire.

And then you have Bruce Wayne, a world renowned journalist from Gotham gazette, who eats billionaires and corruption for breakfast. He's so ruthless that he might as well have a documentary on his takedowns. Once he's after someone, he doesn't back down until he's taken them down to dust. He's basically hated by every unethical corporation and politician. He's the epitome of ruthless journalistic integrity.

When the two of them meet, it shakes up the worlds of billionaires and journalists alike, more so when they come out as a couple because people could not have conjured up such a pairing even in their weirdest dreams.

Even Bruce could've never imagined himself being in a relationship with a billionaire ever, but Clark Kent was different. He never cowered away from Bruce's cold merciless personality because he didn't have anything to hide from him, he never tried to buy the man with luxuries or gifts or propositioned Bruce with anything.

He was genuinely interested in Bruce and showed the man as such, even though his actions resembled more of a giant puppy begging for Bruce's attention with his pathetic yearning and courting rituals, they were sincere. And even Bruce Wayne couldn't ignore him for long and before he knew it he found himself on a date with the billionaire on a beach and then another one and another one and another and just like that he was engaged to the giant velcro puppy before he could even blink.

[superman-creampieing-batman]

SuperBat but it’s Clark bringing Bruce to meet his son’s for the first time. Of course, Bruce has heard word of Clark’s children through his own kids, but this would be the first time they officially meet.

Perhaps Bruce isn’t aware he’s even meeting them. Clark takes him to the farm where he’s had coffee with the Kent’s many times before, but today there’s a new member—two new members.

Bruce isn’t quite sure why these two kids seem to be staring at him, but they’re around the ages of Bruce’s own kids. Naturally, based on the descriptions his own kids have given them, Bruce comes to the conclusion that they are Kon and Jon.

Kon is staring because this gorgeous, muscular baddie is sitting with his father in his civilian identity. Not the cool Superman, just regular, can’t dress reporter Clark. Is Clark paying this man to be here? No offense to his Dad, the other man just seems to be… really out of his league. It’s times like these Kon wishes he were just a little bit older, because if his reporter dad can have a chance with the beauty, then Kon could totally swoop this man off his feet!

Jon is staring awe struck, eyes sparkling. He’s never seen a man this pretty before. He even has the glittery eye stuff Grandma wears sometimes! He wonders if they dance together on like Grandma and Grandpa do…. Jon wonders if the pretty man will dance with him too! Well, he doesn’t know how to dance, but he can learn! Damian is good at dancing, probably, he’s good at everything!

Clark can notice the small crushes his sons are developing to his wife good friend. He can’t help but smile to himself, being attracted to pretty things must run in the family. He doesn’t dwell on it too much, they’re likely just little childhood crushes that go away when you grow up… likely.

Either way, Clark isn’t threatened by their flushed cheeks. He has worked awfully hard to capture the bat’s attention in the first place, and he won’t let that attention reserved for him fall into the hands of another. Hopefully, his sons will understand and grow out of this phase soon, or know their place and keep it to themselves.

It’d be a shame if he had to do something about it.

Ughh this is so great that I read it at least once every day lmao.

No matter how different they are from Clark, in the end they're his genes only. So it is a given that they'd have hots for Bruce.

Especially Kon,because he did flirt with Lois too when meeting her for the first time, he doesn't give a fuck about the age gap at all, he's ready to shoot his shot to see if he has a chance with this beauty of not. He doesn't try to hide his attraction at all and makes sure to sit a bit too close to the man and strike up a bit unusual conversations to understand him and his personality better.

Jon, on the other hand, is mesmerized by the pretty man. He's so well spoken and elegant and all Jon wants to do is stare at him all day and get in the good graces of the pretty man. Then maybe the pretty man would smile at him too like he did with dad.

Clark can sense their infatuation for his best friend wife from a mile away and he's mostly amused at their terrible attempts to keep it hidden. He knows that Bruce is too gorgeous for his own good and most of the time he doesn't even realise that the people around him have hots for him.

Clark can see them both perk up every time Bruce addresses them or smiles at them like puppies and he knows Bruce sees them as kids only and is not at all sensing their obvious crush on him.

Well, for now he'll let it slide and give them time to get it out of their system while keeping an eye on them lest they do something that drives Bruce away from him.

And if their infatuation persists then they can find a way to share after Clark wifes his bat and tastes him first anyways.

[nigaki]

You know how in school or in the work place some people would write their name on everything that was theirs to prevent theft?

Imagine Bruce having a private interview with reporter Clark Kent. Clark notices how each of Bruce’s things from his monitor to his pen have his name on it somewhere.

Cue hours of fucking later, Clark is dazed, usually his Kryptonian lineage makes it so he’s the one left with more energy and coherent thoughts. He only recognizes it’s time for him to leave when Bruce gives him a sly little kiss and a ‘Thank you for this chat, Mr. Kent.’

Once Clark returns home and readies himself for a shower, he notices marker on his flaccid (but still impressive) dick. Once Clark realizes that Bruce Wayne had labeled his dick with his name Clark instantly get’s hard. Fuck, the name is much easier to read when he’s fully hard, what a tease that Bruce Wayne is.

Clark proceeds to spend his shower masturbating to the cheeky little billionaire. Permanent marker too, Mr. Wayne? Perhaps Clark should label Bruce’s cunt with a nice chastity device and his name engraved in it. Seems like a fitting punishment claim for body parts we’re claiming as ours.

(Bruce has a custom made chastity cage made for Clark as well. He had to add the faintest bit of kryptonite, not enough to hurt or seriously harm, but enough to make it he can’t unlock the device on his own. He also had to had to have it made extra big, apparently they don’t make kryptonian cock sized chastities. They should change that!)

(The keys have each others names engraved on them)

Okay, the idea of Bruce writing his name on Clark's cock to claim it as his is so hot! Especially when Clark only notices after he's back home, because sex with Wayne was so amazing he didn't even notice him reaching for the marker.

And it only gets freakier despite them knowing each other for a few hours 😂

[asunalinphea]

👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

now this is a masterpiece 10/10🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[gotham-blight]

When Bruce drops a "I'm dating Clark", he hears Dick scream finally while laughing (the co-parenting just turned full time dad), Steph and Cass are animatedly talking about making a celebratory dinner (Alfred just nods in confirmation, he's so proud), Tim and Damian start a discussion of who on bc they had a bet going on but Bruce announcement wasn't really what they bet(Jason that was just eating takes the money. He happy his dad found his one and with the money he's getting out of his younger siblings). Duke just smiles and congratulate him before joining StephCass on their dinner plan (HE'S SO CUTE).

And Bruce? He's feeling absolutely happy. His babies he loves so much accepting his relationship with the man he loves too much. Clark was right, Bruce is really loved. He ends up crying a little over this, but his kids are there to hug him.

Clark smiles to himself after listening to all that. He should prepare some gifts for their kids after work.

i hate hate HATE when the fic treats the character like crap, the whole "shovel talk" thing is so irk to me bc is always so inhuman and sad. So I made this, I hope you have a great day :)

While I do find it amusing when the batkids take turns trying to do the "shovel talk" to... the strongest man in the world, there's something so simple and beautiful about them just being HAPPY for their dad.

This is so adorable. Bruce would be an absolute wreck and would ugly cry into Clark's shoulder for hours over how loved he feels. And Clark would just hold him and remind him once again that he is so, so incredibly loved by everyone around him.

[flyinthebatcave]

Bruce hadn’t seen Kal around. A part of him was happy that the younger man had listened, but the rest of him missed having him around.

Not that they talked much, but he weirdly missed being able to feel his eyes on him from afar. Hearing the slight change in the air when he trailed him.

He knew he could just say his name out loud and Kal would be in front of him in seconds. But then that’d defeat the whole purpose of what he said before. They couldn’t be together. He’d made that point very clear last time.

Bruce scoffed as he had another thought, what if Kal hasn’t even been thinking about me this much? What if the past two months he hadn’t been stalking him, he’d moved on? The thought was mind numbing.

“Kal, I-“ he couldn’t finish his wording before his hair was pushed back and the very man was in front of him. “That was the worst two months of my life.” He whined, taking quick steps, and only stopping when Bruce held a hand up.

“Why are you here?” Like a confused puppy, Kal slanted his head. “You called me.” Bruce sighed, dropping his hand. “I didn’t call you. I was thinking out loud.” As if he’d said his favorite word, Kal’s eyes began to shine. “You’ve been thinking of me?” Bruce knew he’d said the wrong thing, but he could at least admit that he enjoyed how excited Kal still was to see him.

He knew he shouldn’t—that he should let him be and go about his ways. But there was just something about him that kept pulling him in.