Howdy!! Long time since i've posted, but have been studying in school for Music Ed. i actually just recently switched to Composition and Spring semester has officially started. Music school is not for the feint of heart. i was more busy this past fall than i've ever been in my life, between school, work, concerts, holidays, tour, and FUCKING PIANO
take a look at my binder, she's the only one i got
new pen name dropped in case you didn't see. i had to change it because i wanted to keep 'istayniche' as my DJ tag and have writing just be its own thing. Blue Moon because i can only really write on summer and winter breaks and so that is when you will see me posting most often.
it's going to be a busy few years as i navigate this degree (and then the next and the next), but writing will always find its way to me, my friends!
ALSO, i want to thank every single person who ever left a kind word, like, kudos, or fan art for Gotham is Burning!! Just look at the stats on this thing, it blows my mind every day!!
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i truly did not expect it to ever get this big like shout out to fanfictok!!!
speaking of which...
NEW STORIES ARE COMING TO YOU IN 2026
Sometime soon i will be finished editing the follow up to Gotham is Burning. i started it pretty much immediately after finishing GIB and am making the final touches on it now. Hope you packed your sunscreen cause we're HONEYMOONING ON A RED SUN BABY!!
this follow up has a bit of everything:
โ smut
โ hurt/comfort
โ jealousy
โ drunken buffoonery
โ recreational drug use
โ black market conspiracy
i hope you have as much fun reading it as i did writing it. i should be done with it by the end of this month. it'll be posted all at once so you won't have to wait!!
Other stories are also in the works!
This summer, i will be focusing on and posting my game of thrones fic!! it's a massive project that i started in lockdown but has grown into a multi-pairing epic with lots of world building, high magic, and original characters. it works from an alternate ending to the show, focused on: Jon/OFC, Sansa/OMC, Arya/OFC, and Brienne/OFC. this fic like my baby fr i can't believe how long it's been since i started and how close i am to finishing and sharing with you.
if you're into GOT, stay posted for that one!
As for Superbat, it will likely be a while until i post in the fandom again, just because it takes a really long time for me to produce stories in general, and i am interested in writing in many different fandoms. That's not to say i'll be gone forever, but just know that after the GIB follow up, it will be a while before i get to more Superbat. Hope you understand!
๐ thanks for your kindness and happy new year!!!!!! ๐
in Gotham is burning is Bruceโs eyes supposed to be green or blue???
I think I switch freely between both because I genuinely cannot tell what color R. Pattinson's eyes are?? Sometimes they're blue, sometimes green, sometimes grey like jesus christ ๐ฎโ๐จ stg it's a different color in every pic of see of him ๐ฉ
hi hi! so i really hope i'm not being a bother but i just wanted to let you know that i recently stumbled across your writing and i'm in love!!! such amazing stuff! ik you're not taking requests or anything, but i'd love to ask some questions about your creative process if i could! you have such a handle on so many different aspects of fic writing that i just can't help but to admire. great stuff!
Not a bother at all! Thank you for the kind message ๐ any questions about my process I'm happy to answer!! I have a system now for the most part that is consistent enough for me to feel like I have a handle on things (lol if you ignore the several fics I have going at various stages of completion that have been sitting in the vault for years)
Some of you were asking about my creative process so I decided to make this post and explain my system to you all and maybe it can help you with your own writing. Of course, this is all subjective, and just what I found works for me through 10+ years of trial and error. Hope this is useful for you all!
Phase 1: Conceptual
Brainstormingย
This is the early stage where the story will just come to me as an idea. I try to write down or save a note in my phone immediately as the idea comes so I don't forget. I usually have a doc where I just brainstorm, writing out the entire concept, plot, characters, anything I can think of related to the story idea.
Music
The story is playing out in my head like a movie when I'm brainstorming. Once I have even just a vague idea for a story, I start combing through my music library and finding songs that fit the vibes of a character or the story itself and make a playlist. This is key for the whole writing process because it really brings the images to life and helps build the "movie" that is playing out in my head.
The Ending
This phase may have lots of details in some areas of the story and very little detail in other parts. This is okay! The goal is not to have everything meticulously plotted (yet) but to encourage idea generation and creative flow. That being said, it's good to start thinking about the story's ending if you haven't yet, because it sets up nicely for phase 2.
Phase 2: Outliningย
The dreaded outlining phase ๐ฉ I know lots of people who say this can drain the fun from the process, but for me, I need a detailed outline and structure before I can even begin drafting. I start with a three act structure, but very VERY loosely at first.ย
Beginning, Middle, End
I start with just organizing my brainstorming doc into "Beginning" / "Middle" / "End" sections. Don't overthink this, some details might be moved around later (for example, maybe I have a lot of exposition at the beginning. I might decide later on one of those details should be hidden, then revealed dramatically).ย
Then, starting at the end of the story, I take each of the points in my Beg/Mid/End sections and make them into individual scenes, usually bulleted. This is short and sweet, w/o too many details. I've found starting at the end and working backwards helps to clean up plot holes and allows you to create foreshadowing opportunities much easier. It also allows me to see what needs to be set up and established in previous acts so that important details don't just seem like they're coming from nowhere.
Review
I do a review of the whole story at this point and pay attention to the pacing. Are there too many scenes in the beginning? Not enough in the middle? As a general rule, I want to have 25% of my scenes in the Beginning, 50% in the middle, 25% in the end. I define the start and end of a scene according to its location. I try to stay in one location for each scene. During this review part, if I have multiple POVs in the story (I usually do), I'm deciding who is the POV character as I'm plotting out the scenes. The POV character should be the most interesting perspective according to the scene imo.ย
Phase 3: Drafting
Rough Draft
Now that I have my collection of scenes from start to finish, I can finally start actually writing! This part actually goes quickest for me as the goal here is to go scene by scene and write it out from top to bottom. Do your best to minimize distractions in this phase. The playlist comes in handy for me while I'm drafting because again, it brings out the movie scene in my mind and I'm just writing what I see. An important note in this phase is DONT EDIT!!! This is pure write mode. Don't even go back to read what you write too much. You want to encourage that creative flow state by any and all means.
Also, don't be bothered if you go off the rails from what you originally outlined for the scene as you write. That's the point of this phase. Be messy. Make mistakes. There will be time to clean it up later.
I also find it helpful to write my scenes out of order sometimes. I like to start with the most exciting/emotionally impactful scenes first, then add the threading scenes that connect these moments together.
Phase 4: Editing
Hack and Slash
Once the rough draft is completed for the ENTIRE STORY, now is the time for editing. This first round of editing, I'm focused on big cuts, pacing, and any spelling/grammatical errors I see (just cause they irritate me lol). I tend to over explain and write far too much in the rough draft, so my goal is to cut down the length of each scene by HALF. This helps to keep on the important information in the scene. "Hacking" is me cutting out entire sentences/paragraphs or even whole scenes that are unnecessary. The "slashing" is me reduce sentences down as much as possible (i.e. turning a 10-word sentence into a 5-word sentence).ย
Big Changes?
This step is optional, but after the first round of editing, I may find a big plot hole, or have a good idea that needs setting up. I'll write the scene outlines (usually just a sentence or two), then rough draft the scenes, then hack-and-slash the scenes as I incorporate them into the story.
Review/Edit Round 2
Once I have hacked and slashed the whole rough draft, I review what I have, editing as I read. This second editing round is me looking for any details I may have missed the first time, and also checking to be sure things "sound right" when read aloud. I use a basic text to speech Read Aloud app in my browser for this.
After I finish Round 2 editing the first couple of chapters, I start posting the story, doing my Round 2 edits for each chapter as I go. This is what I mean by 'the story is already done by the time I post it' bc it's already been drafted, reviewed, and edited once, and I'm in the process of editing each chapter a second time as they are getting posted. I post once the final editing phase has started because I start getting antsy if I make it to this point in a story.
Most of my stories in the vault are in the first round of editing, others are still in the conceptual stage.
That's pretty much my process! I hope this explanation makes sense, but please ask questions below if there's parts that need more detail.
hi hi! so i really hope i'm not being a bother but i just wanted to let you know that i recently stumbled across your writing and i'm in love!!! such amazing stuff! ik you're not taking requests or anything, but i'd love to ask some questions about your creative process if i could! you have such a handle on so many different aspects of fic writing that i just can't help but to admire. great stuff!
Not a bother at all! Thank you for the kind message ๐ any questions about my process I'm happy to answer!! I have a system now for the most part that is consistent enough for me to feel like I have a handle on things (lol if you ignore the several fics I have going at various stages of completion that have been sitting in the vault for years)
Hey y'all! I wanted to address some comments about AI. This statement is mostly copy and pasted from comments on Gotham is Burning I left addressing this topic but I wanted to make something definitive. I am happy to address these things, but I will not tolerate rudeness and presumptuousness, and if you're acting like that in the comments or in my messages, it will get deleted.
I do not use AI for any part of my writing. I understand where people concerned, but I don't really have a way to refute this other than to address it and deny it.ย
That being said, there is no truly reliable way to detect AI writing. Current detection tools are biased and not accurate. They flag anything that is "lazy" as AI or anything that is "too good" as AI. These tools are a crock imo, I think they are AI companies preying on teachers/professors to use their programs. They over promise on how much the AI can actually 'detect', and because it's not actually 'thinking' it can't really tell if a piece of writing was written by a human or not. I know that a commenter mentioned the detection programs don't flag as 50% or higher for human work, but that is just simply not true! It most certainly does flag human work as AI generated or assisted.
I'm sorry if any of you had those alarm bells going off and were disappointed. I've had my own moments even with published books like 'is this AI?' even when it could not have possibly AI. That's because AI is trained on human writing. Humans sound like AI, AI sounds like humans.
I have been writing since high school, which is 10+ years for me. I have a lot of passion for fanfiction and writing, and I know my writing isn't perfect. I know there's certainly common wording and turns of phrase that could be better.ย
This story in particular was 6-8 months in the making from concept to completion, starting as a Batcat fic then swapped to SuperBat after I saw Superman. Some scenes were literally just name and pronoun swapped. I added more scenes towards the end bc the main antagonist changed from Penguin to Lex.
I am also an extensive plotter, plotting and outlining alone took like a month or two, then I had to scramble things around for a few weeks as I was rewriting/editing after Superman came out.
But I didn't start posting this story (or any of my stories) until it was already finished and edited once over. Everything gets edited a second time as the chapters are posted.ย
So that's extensive plotting/outlining, then the rough draft is just pure write mode (the quickest part of the process), then I edit the whole thing once. Then I edit AGAIN, chapter by chapter, posting as I go. Even with all that, I'm sure there's still mistakes, typos, weak wording/phrasing that could all still be edited but your girl just doesn't have time for all that.
But as I said, I have been writing stories for 10+ years now, I just never had any confidence to post until recently. I want things to be polished and high quality, I get obsessed, and want my writing to be as close to perfect as possible. I know there's def still mistakes, improvements that could be made etc.ย
I think anyone is completely correct to call it out if they think it's AI. As a writer, it just sucks cause I just don't have much to 'prove' otherwise short of documenting each and every step of my writing process, which would get very tedious.
I know my writing probably has a lot of 'fan-fic-isms' (idk how else to put it lol) and a lot of AI-isms are also fan-fic-isms (like the overuse of the em dash, which I am definitely guilty of). But age and experience has definitely seasoned my writing (I am 27).
Beyond straight up writing, I also have DM'd and written an entire homebrew world and storyline for a DnD campaign that has gone on for a year and a half now. That whole process was like a rocket boost to my writing skills and passion for world building and plotting.
All that being said, I understand the need to call out AI usage. But AI doesn't have ownership over certain styles of prose or phrasing. I wrote every line here. You can either take me at my word or find something else to read.
Note: Also, there are some edits I want to make (I forgot about G4ry :( forgive me) so expect to see those adjustments soon. Also, sorry if I haven't responded to your comments yet, I am in such a backlog and I just don't have the time in the day right now. Know that I am reading them all and appreciate the love and support!!ย
Ahem... Let me tell you the most awkward thing. I cam across Gotham is burning on Tumblr in July and ignored it bc I haven't watch THE BATMAN and SUPERMAN MOVIE yet. But I came across it a week ago. Cause I was like. Being a degenerate and searching for pay gorn. And uhmmm... Incame across a completed Gotham is burning and I'm just winging it here. I love it so far.
Though there's one dissatisfaction I have, I'm a bit sad you named G4ry, Four instead of G4ry like he wanted.
Yes I know ๐ I wrote the story before the digital release came out and I had another chance to rewatch!! I meant to edit it but school has started and it's a busy week. Trust it will be corrected!!
stumbled upon GIB here on twitter and have been patiently waiting for completion before reading it and lemme tell you IT WAS SOOOO WORTH IT 100/10 i want to kiss your brain
๐๐๐ it's on twitter?! lol I deleted my account. I am genuinely shocked at how much people have shared it and enjoyed. Thank you
An award for everyone, including me, who read Gotham Is Burning as its chapters were releasing and made it to the end!
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"But," Bruce continued, fingers resuming their path through Clark's hair, "things are changing with Batman joining the League."
Clark's head shot up. "Wait, really? As an official member?"
"Yes."
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Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Identity Reveal, Top Clark Kent, Bottom Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Knows Clark Kent is Superman, Clark Kent Doesn't Know Bruce Wayne is Batman, Clark Kent Hates Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Hates Himself, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, Clark Kent is a Ray of Sunshine, Touch-Starved, Making Out, Dry Humping, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Idiots in Love, Gay Sex, Bisexual Bruce Wayne, Gay Clark Kent, Internalized Homophobia, Gay Panic, Everyone Is Gay, Coming Out, Clark Kent is actually good at his job in this, Batman Played by Robert Pattinson and Superman Played By David Corenswet, Batman Played by Robert Pattinson, Stalking, Surveillance, Slight Voyeurism, Service Top, Power Bottom, Bruce Wayne Has Mental Health Issues, Clark Kent Has a Large Penis, Clark Kent Has a Crush on Bruce Wayne, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Angst, Spoilers for Movie: Superman (2025), Racism, Homophobia, Misogyny, Antisemitism, Nazis, Neo-Nazis, Hate Speech
Clark's head shot up. "Wait, really? As an official member?"
The Bentley glided through Gotham's rain-slicked streets, its engine purring beneath the water against its glass. Bruce adjusted his cufflinks, the platinum catching the intermittent streetlight. The Michelin-starred dinner still lingered on his tongue: truffle, aged wine, the sweetness of Clark's laugh when Bruce had deadpanned about the pretentious maรฎtre d'.
"You didn't have to terrify him," Clark said, loosening his tie. The motion exposed his throat, and Bruce tracked the movement so closely it made his mouth dry.
"He was condescending."
"He was doing his job."
"Poorly."
Clark's hand found Bruce's thigh, fingers pressing through the expensive fabric. "You're impossible."
"You love it."
The truth of it hung between them, heavy as Gotham fog. One year together, and Clark still looked at him like he was something precious instead of broken. Bruce turned his hand palm-up on the leather seat. Clark laced their fingers together without hesitation.
Alfred had the night off. The manor stood empty, waiting.
They barely made it through the door before Bruce had Clark pressed against the mahogany panels, mouths crashing together with none of the elegance they'd performed at dinner. Clark tasted like chocolate soufflรฉ and that Clark-specific-sunshine-made-flesh taste.
"Bedroom," Clark managed between kisses.
"Too far."
Bruce's hands worked at Clark's belt, fingers steady despite the heat coursing through his veins. Clark groaned, hips bucking forward, but Bruce dropped to his knees before he could protest. The marble floor bit cold through his dress pants. He didn't care.
Clark's cock was freed, already hard and leaking. Bruce took him deep without preamble, throat opening to accommodate the impressive length. Above him, Clark hissed.
"Bruceโ"
Fingers tangled in his hair. Bruce hummed around him, tongue working the sensitive underside while his hand cupped Clark's balls, and rolled them. Clark's thighs trembled. His grip tightened.
Bruce pulled off with an obscene pop, looking up through his lashes. "Pull it."
"What?"
"My hair. Pull it."
Clark's pupils dilated further. His fingers tightened experimentally, and Bruce moaned, diving back onto his cock with renewed fervor. This time Clark didn't hold back, fucking into Bruce's willing throat while his fist controlled the pace.
Sounds released through the foyer: wet, feverish, primal. Bruce's own cock strained against his tailored pants, but he ignored it, focused entirely on taking Clark apart with his mouth. When Clark's breathing stuttered, balls drawing tight, Bruce pulled back again.
Clark hauled him to his feet, crushing their mouths together. He could taste himself on Bruce's tongue, and it drew a sound from him that belonged more to his Kryptonian heritage than his Kansas upbringing. They stumbled toward the stairs, leaving a trail of expensive clothing in their wake.
By the time they reached a bedroom, Bruce was down to his briefs, Clark completely naked. The moonlight streaming through the windows painted Clark's skin silver, highlighting the sleek form. No scars. No imperfections. A god among mortals.
Bruce pushed him onto the bed, straddling his hips. "I want it rough tonight."
Clark's hands settled on his waist, thumbs stroking the prominent hip bones. "Bruce, you want it rough every nightโ"
"I'm not fragile anymore." Bruce ground down, feeling Clark's cock slide against his ass through the thin fabric. "Haven't been for months. Stop treating me like I'll break."
"I don't want to hurt you."
Bruce leaned down, teeth grazing Clark's ear. "I want you to hurt me. Want to feel it tomorrow. Want bruises shaped like your fingers."
Clark's control snapped like a cut wire. He flipped them with inhuman speed, pinning Bruce's wrists above his head with one hand while the other tore his briefs away like tissue paper. Bruce's cock slapped against his stomach, already leaking steadily.
"You like me like this? All hard and serious?"
"I like all versions of you."
Clark's free hand wrapped around Bruce's throat, not squeezing yet, just resting there. A promise. Bruce's cock jumped at the contact.
"Color?"
"Green. So fucking green."
Clark tightened his grip slightly, just enough to feel the pressure. Bruce's eyes rolled back, hips bucking up desperately. Clark used his position to grind down, their cocks sliding together in a friction that bordered on too much.
"Look at you," Clark murmured, voice full of wonder and heat.
Bruce would have responded, but Clark chose that moment to release his wrists and flip him onto his stomach.
When Clark finally pressed inside after excruciatingly long preparations involving his fingers and tongue, both men groaned. No matter how many times they did this, the initial penetration was always overwhelming. Clark's size, Bruce's tightness, the perfect friction between them.
Clark obliged, setting a punishing pace from the start. His hands gripped Bruce's hips hard enough to bruise, exactly as requested. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by Bruce's grunts and Clark's increasingly ragged breathing.
"Harder," Bruce demanded.
Clark's hand came down on his ass with a sharp crack. Bruce cried out, cock leaking steadily onto the sheets below. Another slap, then another, until Bruce's ass was hot and red under Clark's palm.
"Greedy," Clark accused, but there was fondness beneath the heat.
He changed angles, hitting Bruce's prostate with devastating accuracy. Bruce's arms gave out, face pressing into the mattress as Clark continued his relentless assault. Every thrust pushed him higher, closer to the edge but not quite there.
"Please," Bruce gasped. "Needโ"
Clark knew. He always knew. He pulled Bruce up against his chest, one arm banding across his torso while the other wrapped around his throat. Bruce's cock jutted out, dripping onto Egyptian cotton.
"Like this?" Clark whispered against his ear, tightening his grip just enough.
Bruce couldn't speak, could barely breathe. He nodded frantically, one hand reaching back to tangle in Clark's hair while the other covered the hand at his throat, encouraging.
Clark fucked up into him, each thrust pushing deeper. "So good for me," he murmured. "Taking it so well. My perfect Bruce."
The praise combined with the pressure on his throat sent Bruce over the edge. He came untouched, cock pulsing as he painted his chest and stomach with thick ropes of cum. His ass clenched around Clark, drawing a broken moan from the Kryptonian.
Clark followed moments later, flooding Bruce with warmth as he buried himself deep. They stayed frozen for a moment, Clark's hand loosening on Bruce's throat as they both struggled to breathe.
Carefully, Clark lowered them to the bed, still buried inside Bruce. They lay there, sweat cooling on their skin, hearts gradually slowing from their frantic pace.
"Shower?" Clark suggested eventually.
Bruce made a noncommittal noise, too blissed out to form words. Clark chuckled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before carefully pulling out. Bruce hissed at the loss, feeling empty and used in the best way.
Clark carried him to the bathroom despite his half-hearted protests, setting him under the hot spray. They washed each other with gentle care.
Back in bed, clean and sated, Clark curled against Bruce's side, head resting on his chest. Bruce's fingers carded through his still-damp curls, the repetitive motion soothing.
"I've been thinking," Clark said quietly.
Bruce hummed, encouraging him to continue.
"About the future. About... kids."
Bruce's hand stilled. "Clarkโ"
"I know it's soon. I'm not saying now. But someday, maybe? Adoption, obviously. I just... I want to get married. I want a family. With you. One day."
The words hung heavy in the darkness. Bruce could feel Clark's tension, the way he held himself carefully still.
"I can't," Bruce said finally.
"Not right nowโ"
"Maybe not ever. Batman takes everything I have. A child deserves more than the scraps of attention I could provide between sleep and patrols."
Clark deflated against him, disappointment radiating from every line of his body.
"But," Bruce continued, fingers resuming their path through Clark's hair, "things are changing with Batman joining the League."
"Yes."
The joy that spread across Clark's face was bright enough to light the room. "Bruce, that'sโ"
"It means more support. More resources. Maybe, in time, when Gotham doesn't need Batman every night..." Bruce trailed off, unable to make promises he wasn't sure he could keep.
But it was enough. Clark surged up, capturing his mouth in a kiss that tasted like hope and tomorrow and every good thing Bruce thought he'd never deserve.
His lips formed a smile as he returned Clark's kiss.
author's note: Aweee WE DID IT Y'ALL ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅฒ๐ฅฒ๐ฅฒ WE REACHED THE END (for now ๐). Honeymoon follow up coming soonish don't know when. I will be writing more Superbat, but I have other stories I've been dying to post like the near 200k behemoth of a Game of Thrones fanfic.
As for Superbat, I know I def wanna do:
- a direct sequel to this with a Robin (Tim? Idk) and Kon-El. I'd like to get more familiar with the canon there
- College AU with a somewhat legally blonde plot set at Harvard in the early 2000s. No powers. Maybe Thomas and Martha are still alive (no Batman). Bruce and Clark competing law students? Rivalry? Maybe fake relationship trope?
- vampire AU, with powers. True Blood style where vampires are "out of the coffin" trying to integrate but still face societal discrimination. Bruce feeds on shitty synthetic blood until he gets a taste of Kryptonian ๐
You all have change me for the better, SERIOUSLY. I cannot thank you enough for the love and support. You have brought joy and happiness to my life with your incredibly thoughtful comments. Thank you for that.
"I can't..." Clark whispered, trapped between longing and terror.
"You can," Bruce countered, a rough caress. "I want you to." He pressed their foreheads together, breath hot against Clark's lips.
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Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Identity Reveal, Top Clark Kent, Bottom Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Knows Clark Kent is Superman, Clark Kent Doesn't Know Bruce Wayne is Batman, Clark Kent Hates Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Hates Himself, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, Clark Kent is a Ray of Sunshine, Touch-Starved, Making Out, Dry Humping, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Idiots in Love, Gay Sex, Bisexual Bruce Wayne, Gay Clark Kent, Internalized Homophobia, Gay Panic, Everyone Is Gay, Coming Out, Clark Kent is actually good at his job in this, Batman Played by Robert Pattinson and Superman Played By David Corenswet, Batman Played by Robert Pattinson, Stalking, Surveillance, Slight Voyeurism, Service Top, Power Bottom, Bruce Wayne Has Mental Health Issues, Clark Kent Has a Large Penis, Clark Kent Has a Crush on Bruce Wayne, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Angst, Spoilers for Movie: Superman (2025), Racism, Homophobia, Misogyny, Antisemitism, Nazis, Neo-Nazis, Hate Speech
author's note: hey y'all ๐๐พ these are finally done lol sorry for taking so long but this like the filthiest scene I've ever written. I cut these last two scenes cause I thought they were too similar and/or too much a tone shift I just had too much plot going on lol enjoy the smut
The whole mission had been a setup.
Clark should have seen it coming. The anonymous tip about Luthor's newest weapon cache. The too-easy infiltration. The conveniently unguarded laboratory deep beneath an abandoned LuthorCorp facility on the edge of Metropolis.
Now he and Bruce stood trapped in what appeared to be a hermetically sealed chamber, thick lead-lined walls blocking his x-ray vision, the door mechanism fused beyond repair even for his strength. A fine pink mist hung in the air, remnants of whatever had blasted them upon entry.
"Some kind of airborne compound," Batman said through his respirator. "The dispersal system was rigged to the door."
Clark nodded, scanning the room for the twentieth time. The faintest hint of the chemical still lingering in his nostrils despite his attempt to filter his breathing.
"Anything?" Bruce asked, running diagnostic scans on his gauntlet computer.
"Nothing's changed. I still can't break through without risking the structural integrity of the whole building." Clark's frustration mounted. "I should have checked more thoroughly before we entered."
"We both missed it," Bruce said. "The question is what was in that mist and what it's designed to do."
Clark felt it first. Slow burn beneath his skin, like sunshine trapped in his veins. His heart rate accelerated, each beat a thunderous drum against his ribs. Sweat beaded along his hairline despite the room's cool temperature.
"I'm feeling... strange," he admitted, loosening his collar. "Elevated pulse. Body temperature rising."
Bruce looked up sharply. "Kryptonite?"
"No. Different." Clark inhaled deeply, trying to center himself. "Not painful. Almost... pleasant."
Bruce's posture shifted, almost imperceptibly. "I'm experiencing similar symptoms." His voice had dropped half an octave. "Increased heart rate. Pupil dilation. Heightened sensory awareness."
Their eyes met across the room. Clark suddenly found himself hyperaware of every detail of Bruce's form: the exact breadth of his shoulders beneath the armor, the slight stubble visible beneath his cowl, the scent of him cutting through everything else in the sealed chamber.
Bruce's breath caught in his throat. "Luthor's been developing chemical compounds based on alien pheromones. Stolen tech."
Clark took a step forward. "Some kind of aphrodisiac?"
"Some variation, yes." Bruce's gloved hand tightened into a fist. "A pollen. Designed to incapacitate through... distraction."
Another wave hit Clark, stronger this time, a molten tide of desire that made him groan. His uniform felt constrictive, every brush of fabric against his skin unbearable.
"We need to... resist," he managed, even as his body moved toward Bruce like a compass finding north. "Fight it."
"I'm trying." Bruce strained, analytical tone slipping. "The compound appears specifically designed to overcome psychological resistance."
They stood now mere feet apart, neither sure who had closed the distance. Clark could hear Bruce's heartbeat: rapid, strong, calling to him. The scent of his skin beneath Kevlar and carbon fiber was intoxicating.
"Bruce, I don't think I canโ" Clark broke off, horrified at the bare need in his voice.
"I know." Bruce's eyes were fever-bright beneath the cowl. "It's affecting my cognitive functions. My ability to... maintain control is compromised."
"I should never have brought you here," Clark said, self-loathing cutting through the haze of desire. "I'm putting you at risk."
Bruce laughed, a sound so rarely heard it momentarily shocked Clark out of his spiral. "At risk?" He gestured between them. "We both know I'm not at any risk."
Clark backed away, pressing himself against the far wall. "We need to stop this. Now. Before Iโ"
"Before you give in?" Bruce took a step closer. "What if I want you to give in?"
"That's the chemical talking," Clark insisted, though his body screamed otherwise.
"I don't think so." Bruce removed his cowl to reveal flushed skin and eyes blown dark with desire. "I think it justโฆremoves our restraint."
Clark's resistance crumbled as Bruce closed the remaining distance between them. The first touch of Bruce's gloved hand against his face sent waves of pleasure through his system, so acute it bordered on pain.
"I can't..." Clark whispered, trapped between longing and terror.
"You can," Bruce countered, a rough caress. "I want you to." He pressed their foreheads together, breath hot against Clark's lips.
Something inside Clark snapped. With a growl that sounded foreign to his own ears, he seized Bruce by the shoulders and reversed their positions, pinning him against the wall with enough force to crack the concrete. Bruce's gasp, pain or pleasure, Clark couldn't tell, only fueled the fire building inside him.
"You don't know what you're asking for," Clark warned.
Bruce met his gaze without a flinch. "Yes, I do." He deliberately pressed against Clark's grip.
Clark's mouth descended on Bruce's with thundering force. Bruce tasted of adrenaline and copper, his fingers digging into Clark's hair.
Some distant part of Clark's mind screamed caution, but it was drowned by the roar of blood in his ears and the intoxicating sound of Bruce's ragged breathing. He tore at the Batsuit with methodical ferocity, peeling away layers of armor to reveal sweat-slicked skin beneath.
"Tell me to stop," Clark demanded between savage kisses. "Tell me and I'll stop."
Bruce's laugh was dark, knowing. "We're well past pretending, Clark." His hand found the bulge straining against the blue suit, squeezing. "This is exactly what I want."
The admission unleashed something within Clark. He ripped the remainder of Bruce's armor away, then his own suit, until they stood naked amidst the ruins of their uniforms.
He slammed Bruce back against the wall, lifting him effortlessly. Bruce's legs wrapped around his waist, powerful thighs gripping like a vise as Clark devoured his mouth. They rutted against each other with desperate friction, beyond finesse, beyond thought.
"More," Bruce demanded against his lips, voice hoarse. "Stop holding back."
"I'll hurt you," Clark warned, even as his hips thrust mercilessly.
"Good." Bruce's eyes glittered with challenge. "I want you to."
Urges, dark and possessive in Clark's blood, clawed their way to the surface. He spun them around, and Bruce's back hit the hard floor with enough force to knock the breath from him. Before Bruce could recover, Clark was on him, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand while the other gripped his jaw.
"Is this what you want?" Clark asked, forcing Bruce to meet his eyes.
Bruce's pupils were blown wide, his breathing ragged. "Yes."
Clark bent to his neck, teeth scraping over the thundering pulse point before biting down hard enough to break skin. Bruce arched beneath him with a strangled cry, his cock jerking against Clark's abdomen.
He worked his way down Bruce's body, leaving a trail of bite marks and love bruises across the scarred terrain. Bruce writhed beneath him, cursing and pleading in equal measure, his hands now free but making no attempt to push Clark away.
When Clark reached Bruce's cock, achingly hard against his stomach, he bypassed it entirely. Instead, he flipped Bruce onto his stomach with inhuman speed, dragging his hips up until he was displayed on his knees, face pressed to the cold floor.
"Clarkโ" Bruce's voice cracked as Clark spread his ass cheeks with strong hands.
"You want me to stop?" Clark asked, his breath hot against Bruce's exposed hole.
Bruce's answer was a broken moan as Clark's tongue traced a wet stripe from his balls to his entrance. The coppery tang of Bruce's sweat and adrenaline burst across Clark's tongue, drawing a low rumble from his chest that vibrated through both their bodies. He devoured Bruce with single-minded focus, tongue circling the tight ring of muscle before pressing inside.
Bruce's entire body shuddered, a stream of profanity mixed with Clark's name falling from his lips. The sound of the proud, controlled Batman reduced to incoherent pleading fueled Clark's frenzy. He worked Bruce open with his tongue, and eventually his thick fingers, relentless, feeling the muscle gradually yield to his invasion.
When Bruce was trembling on the edge, cock weeping onto the floor beneath him, Clark pulled back. He manhandled Bruce onto his back again, wanting to see his face. Bruce's eyes were glazed, lips parted and puffy where he'd bitten them.
"I want to fuck you," Clark stated, the words crude and almost foreign in his mouth but a necessary, a final chance for Bruce to back out.
Bruce reached up, hand curling around the back of Clark's neck, pulling him down until their foreheads touched. "Then do it," he challenged.
Clark lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Bruce's entrance. He pushed forward slowly, watching Bruce's face contort with the burn of the stretch. There was no lubrication beyond spit. Part of Clark wanted to stop, to find something to ease the way, but the pollen in his blood demanded completion.
Bruce hissed through clenched teeth, body rigid with the intrusion. Clark froze, sanity breaking through the haze.
"Bruceโ"
"Don't you dare stop," Bruce snarled, fingers digging into Clark's shoulders hard enough to leave marks on anyone else.
The command broke the last of Clark's restraint. He slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Bruce's back arched off the floor, a grunt torn from his throat. Clark didn't wait for him to adjust, pulling back and driving in again with punishing force.
The rhythm he established was merciless. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the chamber, punctuated by Bruce's ragged breathing and Clark's animalistic grunts. Clark's hand found Bruce's throat, squeezing just enough to feel the frantic pulse beneath his palm.
"This is what you wanted?" Clark demanded, sounding barely recognizable. "To be fucked like this? Used like this?"
Bruce's eyes flew open, meeting Clark's with startling clarity despite the haze of chemical-induced lust. "Yes," he gasped as Clark's grip tightened slightly. "Pleaseโฆ"
Clark bent down, covering Bruce's mouth with his own, swallowing his moans as he changed the angle of his thrusts to target the spot that made Bruce shudder. His free hand slipped between them, wrapping around Bruce's neglected cock with just enough pressure.
"Mine," Clark whispered against Bruce's lips, the word pulled from somewhere primal and possessive. "Say it."
"Yours," Bruce agreed without hesitation, the single word laced with a softness Clark had never heard from him before. "Always have been."
The admission pushed Clark further into frenzy. He pulled out suddenly, flipping Bruce over once more and re-entering him with swift force. His palm came down hard on Bruce's ass, the sharp crack of the slap almost as satisfying as Bruce's startled cry of pleasure.
"Again," Bruce demanded, voice muffled against the floor.
Clark obliged, leaving red handprints across the pale flesh of Bruce's ass as he continued his relentless pace. He could feel his climax building, a supernova threatening to explode from his core. His thrusts became erratic, more force than finesse, Bruce's body taking everything he had to give.
"I'm going to come inside you," Clark warned.
Bruce's response was to push back against him harder, meeting each thrust with desperate need. "Do it. Want to feel it."
Clark's orgasm, when it finally came, tore a roar from his throat as he buried himself as deep as he could go. He pumped Bruce full, more than a human would produce, the evidence of his pleasure leaking around his cock and down Bruce's thighs.
When the initial wave subsided, Clark pulled out and watched his release drip from Bruce's abused hole. The sight, Bruce Wayne spread open and leaking his seed, sent another pulse of arousal through him. He pressed the head of his still-hard cock against the loosened entrance, pushing some of the escaped fluid back inside.
Bruce shuddered at the sensation, his cock still hard and leaking beneath him. Clark reached around, gripping him with slick fingers. It took only a few strokes before Bruce was coming with a hoarse shout, body clenching around Clark's intrusion as he spent himself on the floor.
They collapsed together, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs and labored breathing. The chemical haze began to recede, leaving clarity in its wake. Clark expected shame to follow, but instead found only visceral satisfaction and the warmth of Bruce's body against his.
