minerva

23, she/her. i like superbat, goge and batfam.

[curliess]

I hate that I allow things to affect me this badly, after that one comment, I no longer feel like posting the things I write anywhere anymore 😭

[zan-miya]

bruce finding out that jason is still a crybaby 🥹 jason act tough but if you push him a bit more in a personal arguments he'd start spilling fat tears down his cheeks and now you have an armful of sad boy in your arms. bruce forgot this fact every single time they fight.

happy father's day to bruce who needs to navigate through the many many emotions of his kids 😭 this is what you get for adopting a gaggle of children

[milk-bat]

NEXT MOVIE PLS 🙏🙏

[occasionalauthoring]

possessive son dick grayson, possessive son dick grayson, possessive son dick grayson, possessive son dick grayson, possessive son dick grayson, possessive son dick grayson, possessive son dick grayson, possessive son dick grayson, possessive son dick grayson, possessive son dick grayson.

can we have some wholesome or angsty, up to you possessive son dick grayson

It has been a long week.

I love my family, I love my family, I love my—

"I'm the obvious choice."

He hates his family.

Dick pinches the bridge of his nose, blowing out a slowwwwwww breath. He can do this. He's sat through this debate dozens of times. He's partipated in good humour! He can do it again. He can entertain their ridiculous notions again.

Yeah.

He can do this.

"Fool, Timothy. I am Father's best partner."

He's going to kill his family.

Jason leans back in his chair. "I wouldn't know about that, kiddo. Before I died Bruce and I were one hell of a team."

Tim scoffs, Damian laughs, and Dick bullies down the rising anger in his chest. It's a harmless debate. There is no need to go nuclear.

"We best. I know him." I know him better.

"Come onnn, Cass," Duke drawls. "You want to get involved in this dick measuring contest?"

She smirks. "Mine's bigger."

Steph snorts, tipping to the side as she's wracked with laughter, and objections explode from Dick's brothers, scandalised voices layering over each other.

"AN-Y-WAY," Duke forces, bringing the room back down. "What if I threw my hat into the ring? I mean, B's practically obsessed with me. Imagine what it'd be like if I was a Robin?"

"Excuse you. Batgirls are great partners too." Barbara crosses her arms. "Not to mention, Batman is nothing without Oracle."

The shouting starts back up again, Steph joining in with an awfully amused, half-assed attempt at mediation, and Dick decides it's best if he left.

He doesn't quite make it to the door.

"Come on, Dick, what say you?" He doesn't get the objection to object, as the pressure layers and layers with half a dozen voices, until what he didn't want to happen finally happens, and he snaps.

"You think any of you are Bruce's best partner?" He laughs. "Compared to me? I redirected the entire course of Bruce's life. I redefined who he was at his core. I introduced the idea of partnership to a man determined to bleed out alone in an alley he didn't thirteen years before. Without me, Batman would be nothing more than a rumour of two blessed yars with less crime, before that perculiar murder case of the man in such a strange suit, and Gotham became even worse as it is wont to do.

"I was eight and fighting alongside Batman against gods, monsters, Rogues, on the same level as the Justice League. I was the first sidekick, the mould for every one since was taken from me, the human that paved the way for metas, mutants, and aliens under Bruce's wing.

"You think you can claim to be Bruce's best partner? No. You think you can claim to be his best Robin?" He chuckles again. "Robin is mine. Robin did not come from the Wayne house, it came from the Grayson's tent. You can wear the suit, you can redefine what being Robin means for you, you can bear the name, but you will never be me. You will never be the child that swore an oath to protect this city in the bowels of the city, and took to the streets by Bruce's side.

"He taught me everything he knows. You will never learn all of that, because it is inhumane, it pushes you to the very limits of what the human spirit can endure, and he will not let you. But I know all of it, we match down to our core, we are one when we descend upon Gotham. Bruce does not lead the Justice League, yet he had designated me as its future leader, and that has been cemented by its leaders because they know who I am. They know I am Robin, I am Nightwing, I am the product of Bruce's best efforts, I carry his legacy as I forge my own, and I will lead the greatest culmination of heroes our world has ever seen because of who he has moulded me into. I am Bruce's best partner."

The room is silent when he finally stops, and he casts a look across the room, taking in their shocked faces, and spins of his heel, stalking out of the room.

For dramatic emphasis, the universe perfectly times the door falling closed, the heavy oak slam punctuating his exit.

"Dick."

He startles, finding Bruce sat on a chaise just outside the door. "You were listening to the debate."

Bruce's lips tilt up. "I make a habit of it. They're very revealing." His analytical eyes pin Dick in place. "Some more than others."

Dick refuses to apologise, and bares teeth in a tight smile. "Did I say anything wrong?" He steps forward, and Bruce stands to meet him, face giving nothing away. "I came first. I came out best. I am your greatest pride, you have said so yourself. I love my siblings, Bruce, and you can take in as many as you want, it does not matter, it won't change that I had you first. It was me and you for ten years. You are my dad. You are mine."

Bruce's brows pull in, and Dick stubbornly doesn't lean into the grazing touch cupping his jaw. Deep, blue eyes bore into his own, and he lays his conviction bare.

Bruce leans in, and presses his lips to Dick's temple. "You have had a very long week in Blüdhaven. You would keep this all locked up very tightly if you weren't on your last straw." Dick grumbles, wordless, and an arm slides over his shoulder. "We'll hog the cinema room, alright? Give your siblings time to cool off."

Bruce starts walking, and Dick turns into him, picked up instantly because Bruce knows him just as well as Dick knows him. "It's alright, sweetheart."

Dick buries his face in his shoulder, and feels the adrenaline of his shouting crash as he's finally safe, held close and bobbing softly with Bruce's every step.

"Dad? I've had a really long week."

[l00106]

clark’s right where he wants to be

[infinitysgrace]

i think the thing about batman's no kill rule is that its essentially bruce saying "guilty people don't deserve to be murdered on the street either, actually." and he's not wrong.

[imsorrybruce]

"buT JOKER-" no, Joker too, actually.

[curliess]

Being a superbat enthusiast no matter their dynamic really is the greatest thing of all and also my absolute doom, because I keep thinking about mama Bruce but I also can't stop thinking about matriarch Clark bro 😭

Just think about it, Clark's so gentle and I could see him mothering all of Bruce's pups, like training with Dick, paying attention to Jason's calorie intake (malnutrition and whatnot), and Tim would never be able to be nonchalant, he couldn't escape mama Clark's senses not even if he tried it (he does)

Also, Kon and Jon being superbat babies would be so so cute and Clark would get f-ing plump every time and Bruce wouldn't be able to keep his hands off him, cause of course Superman would be the cutest while pregnant

[outboardd]

all i’m saying is i think that clark should be the one to crossdress/wear makeup in a mission for a change!!

i do love the fics where clark discovers something abt himself seeing bruce in eyeliner or a skirt but…the alternative.

clark—who sees no shame in it, but has never tried it before—gets asked to accompany bruce on a mission undercover, and since bruce already has a disguise established, clark has to be the one to slip on a dress and put kohl around his eyes.

he goes to lois for help, because something about the idea of asking bruce makes him stall, a tight heat rising in his chest. lois helps him find a dress that exposes his strong arms and pushes his chest up and in, creating the illusion of breasts. it hugs his waist just so, curving over the top of his ass before flowing outward for a looser fit at his legs.

clark is surprised by how much he likes it. the way the fabric molds to his body, the way it makes his chest look even before lois adds contour between his pecs, the way it flutters at his ankles as he walks—it's all so new, and the feeling it gives him is indescribable.

some part of him itches to know what bruce might think, seeing clark dressed like this.

he has to leave lois' place before they try out makeup, too hot in the face and overwhelmed to commit to something more.

when he gets home, he stands in front of his mirror and smooths his hands down his body, watching with wide, fascinated eyes, as the dress shifts and bunches beneath his palm. he can't stop himself from pretending it's bruce's hands on him, bruce cupping the curve of his pecs, bruce sliding a hand down clark's thigh and then back up, dragging the dresses hem with him to expose the smooth, delicate skin of clark's leg. bruce holding him, surrounding him. bruce gripping him, hard and possessive, the dress skirt gathered in one hand as his other slips between clark's legs and— and—

clark barely manages not to ruin the dress. he wipes down the mirror with shame colouring his face, but he can't quite make himself take the dress off as he cimbs into bed.

the makeup trial with lois has pretty much the same result. clark removes the dress before sleeping, this time, taking care to hang it well and avoid wrinkles. he's grown attached.

and then it's time to show bruce. there's no avoiding it, now—they have to get used to each other in different personas the day before so they aren't surprised in the middle of the operation. it's sound logic. clark can't argue with it, but he also can't get his face to cool once the dress hangs off his frame. the makeup doesn't hide as much as he'd like it to, and soon bruce is calling for him, asking if he needs help, god, and clark just needs to get this over with—

---

bruce thought nothing of it, asking clark to play a part for him. it was a routine operation, one he'd done with clark many times before, the only thing truly different was the preparation, and clark had assured bruce he had it handled. bruce had no reason to argue, and had focused instead on gathering information about their suspects and building contingency plans should things go awry.

he hadn't thought to plan for this.

"this", of course, being clark kent in a frankly stunning dress, his eyes rimmed with dark liner, lips painted a shiny cherry red, cheeks dark with a flush that was actively spreading down to his full chest as he avoided bruce's eye.

bruce stands there, and freezes. clark is beautiful—a fact bruce has always known and tried to ignore, but now he can't. there's no way he can look at clark with his pouted lips and bright eyes and dimples and not acknowledge the beauty in front of him for what it is.

bruce is screwed. he knows this with absolute certainty, even before his mind starts conjuring up images of clark's lipstick smudged onto his cheek, his eyeliner running. ideas of the way clark would look in bruce's bed, his skirt shoved up to pool at his waist as bruce— as he—

bruce doesn't see any telltale seam from an undergarment. is clark even wearing any?

before bruce can deduce further, clark asks, shyly, if he looks okay. bruce says yes, and the husk of his tone is all kinds of damning, but the blush on clark's cheeks must be clouding his brain, because he doesn't comment on it.

bruce manages, somehow, to reel in his consuming desire with a white-knuckled grip, going over the details of the operation with clark's fucking cleavage over his shoulder. christ.

if the mission weren't time sensitive, bruce would have tried to bury his face in it the moment clark leaned in. as it stands, bruce is stuck in a hell of his own making, and cannot justify abandoning his months-long investigation for his own selfish desire.

he breathes. he lets clark go. he ignores the shape in his pants when he comes back from patrol that night thinking of skirts and eyeliner and lipstick and clark.

---

(they finish the mission successfully, except for a small tear on one of clark's dress sleeves that has it hanging off his shoulder. clark seems genuinely distraught, pulling the sleeve up over and over again with a pout as it slips while they walk back to their stashed car.

the glimpse of clark's bare collarbone has bruce going crosseyed. he can't take it anymore. he has clark against the hood of the car before he can think better of it, and the noise that comes from clark's cherry red mouth is enough encouragement to continue, hands sliding up clark's legs.)

[curliess]

imagine young alpha Clark who's never been intimate with anyone out of fear of losing control of his powers in the middle of it

...

Clark's been Superman for a while. It's something that spoke to him like nothing else ever did. He found strength in taking care of others, he always had.

But being Superman has downsides. He's always cancelling on his friends, for starters. Always lying to his employers. Never could join any sports team growing up, besides feeling, well, alien for most of his life.

Still, all of those things, are not something that keeps bothering him. He knew what he would have to sacrifice to make sure everyone in his life stayed safe, while still being able to help others.

One thing, however, bothered him very much. He still shamefully struggles with control whenever he's... getting there.

It's not like he never wanted it, quite the opposite, he never seemed to have a good enough excuse for Lana back when they were only teenagers, and he was never good at deflecting, so the newness of it all readily faded with time and Clark had nothing to show for it in the end.

Once he started being Superman, a new problem appeared. He couldn't exactly risk his secret identity over some one night stand, and, to be honest, he didn't really feel like partaking on hook ups, he didn't feel comfortable doing that with someone he didn't know. Call him old fashioned, but it is what it is.

That changed when he met Bruce Wayne.

...

Bruce Wayne was older, ten years his senior, and though Clark had never thought of older omegas like that before, how could he not when Bruce looked like the perfect picture of beauty wearing a tuxedo fit to accentuate his curves?

He spent their entire interview feeling hot under his collar, because Mister Wayne was a flirt. He kept touching Clark's forearm whenever he made a funny quip, and he would laugh breezily while doing it, flute of champagne hanging elegantly on his manicured hand.

Honestly, it was not Clark's fault if he spent the rest of the gala under Bruce Wayne, tied up in a bed that cost probably more than his monthly salary.

Turns out, he didn't need to worry much about losing control.

[curliess]

i get so fucking sad with all the edits on tiktok with that song soldier boy because it automatically reminds me of jason

it's the most jason song ever and i keep thinking he's so loved and fans sent letters to DC grieving him when he died and maybe i should be put down

[tide-locked]

i feel like people forget that sometimes characters in fic are written like that because it's a reflection of real life.

people have sex without setting boundaries. people have unprotected sex without talking about their sexual histories or producing recent sti tests. people play with kink without discussing it ahead of time or establishing a safeword. they have anal without 'enough' prep or lube—they may even prefer it like that.

and none of this is really a fantasy. it's all pretty normal. you can feel that it's inappropriately normalised, and you'd probably be right! but it is normalised: one study found that 58% of female undergraduate students on the campus studied had been choked during sex. 20% of those students said that they'd never been asked if it was ok; another 30% said they'd only sometimes been asked if they consented. fully half! (non-paywalled journal article on choking during sex here, including these numbers.) despite a rise in stis of all sorts, condom use is declining. (pdf link to the full text of this study about declining condom use in the us; aidsmap article about an australian study with similar results.)

even when people do talk about things—sex or anything else—they communicate imperfectly. 'yeah, but don't go too far' is consenting and setting a boundary, and also relying that the person you're talking to has the same metric for 'too far' that you do. for some people, 'the trash needs to go out' is a neutral, factual observation; for others, it's a request that the person they're speaking to take out the trash.

even when people understand each other perfectly, people react unpredictably to things sometimes! we behave irrationally! people laugh uncontrollably at funerals, or get angry at the straw that broke their back rather than the enormous load they were already carrying. they get scared and lash out at people trying to help them. when hurt, most people do not instinctively reach for therapy-approved grounding exercises and 'i feel' statements.

pretty much any bad choice that characters could conceivably make is a choice that people make in real life, on purpose, all the time. people do things that can have catastrophic, life-changing effects because it felt like a good idea at the time, or they're leaning into the vibe, or they just didn't think about it all that much, or an infinite number of other reasons.

fiction isn't intended as a guide on the best, safest, and most responsible ways to live your life, and fanfic isn't any different. it's not a narrative flaw to let characters do things that are messy or harmful or downright stupid—it's a reflection of what people are actually like, and not something that authors should feel they have to apologise for.

[tide-locked]

i am obsessed, in the most derogatory way possible, with the people in the notes who are reading this post and then saying, well, those stats you're pointing at are why you have to make it clear in fiction that they've had a conversation about Consent And Safety. if you don't tell people to use condoms, if you don't tell people that it's not ok to choke someone without prior consent, if you don't tell people that they have to do these things Correctly, you're part of the problem.

so i will say it again: fiction is a reflection of life, but it is not real life. fiction does not have to set a good example. fiction does not have to be safe, sane, or consensual.

fiction isn't intended as a guide on the best, safest, and most responsible way to live your life. if you read it looking for that, you are the problem.

[noodles-and-tea]

I feel like someone got the short straw here

[curliess]

don't mind me, of course i'm absolutely obsessed with omega bruce, but i think the fandom is sleeping on the amount of possibilities clark's alien biology can give us and i'm not talking about alien cock

imagine they live in a non-omegaverse world where bruce is our usual grumpy caped crusader and clark and him are just beginning to collaborate when suddenly clark's body starts doing the weirdest things

like idk maybe wanting to rub his nose on bruce's neck every time he's near him, because he smells like fancy cologne and a little bit sweaty after patrolling, which is totally normal, of course!

or like, maybe he can't stop feeling a bit hot on the cheeks when bruce only answers him with grunts and snappy orders spilled between clenched teeth, or when bruce gifts children he has rescued candy out of his utility belt.

point is, out of the sudden, his body can't help but react very intensely when it comes to bruce.

and one day, when they're busy, you know, fighting crime, clark can't really focus because his eyes are stinging, his head is swaying and his stomach is just cramping really bad. somehow he's leaking.

and that's how very human bruce wayne ends up with a very kryptonian omega on his hands.

[curliess]

I think it's just so unfair how little fics we have of clark treating conner like his kid, which is ironic because ao3 is full of jason & bruce centered fics, and can't they see the dynamic would be almost the same???? give those boys a happy childhood right now, i'm tired 😭

[emmedoesntdomath]

one thing people never understand is that i can and will ship characters with multiple other characters. like, we’re not discriminating here. not in this household, my good sir. equal opportunity. if they want to make out, they can make out. don’t stand in the way of that. love is beautiful. thank you for coming to this ted talk.

[curliess]

awake in my bed staring at my ceiling thinking how unfair it is how little fics we have about tony being an italian, cozy, single dad

i mean???? cracking jokes with harley while calling him amore, or helping peter with his homework while calling him bambino and buying morgan a pony while calling her his angioletto

tony stark is just made to be an italian dad. this is it.