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I need more Superbat shipper mutuals bc my lizard brain is in
immense need to talk about it with someone. Anyone.
Any minor PLEASE DNI. I've unknowingly done it once and
was blamed by people bc apparently it is wrong for me to not ask
for age before-hand. I was just trying to be polite and not prying
people's privacy but apparently it backfired badly T0T.
Look, May was kind of torturous for me for reasons unknown, so I don't have any fresh ideas to share lol. Therefore, shameless self promotion time, because this story is done and written, with maybe extra chapters....eventually lol. I'll attach a link....later lol
So the batkids, for reasons unknown, are terrified of bugs. Like it's completely irrational, none of them can control it, and they have a pact to never make fun of each other for this.
If people need comfort, they get comfort. If they need silence, they get silence. If they need support, or for someone to run and get Bruce to save them, then they get support, and someone will run to get Bruce to save them.
So it was fun and games, of sorts, until the hideous bug attacked while Alfred and Bruce weren't there.
It was already kind of Bruce's job to save his children? Except instead of coming home straight after-work, he's on a grocery run because Alfred said so, and Alfred himself is out in the gardens so he can't hear the batkids screaming. And all of their phones are compromised because someone tried to kill the spider with a game controller, but instead it killed all the phones (pushed them away from reaching distance).
They scatter, onto the back of couches, onto light fixtures, on top of the bookshelf, or the grand piano, squeeze in-between the frame photos on top of the fireplace, take over some poor vase's stand, anywhere far enough from the bugs.
The spider planted itself between them and the door, escape is not possible. Other options are explored, then Duke almost died because there was a dead spider right next to him that he found out late. Then Dick almost died because there was a giant cockroach with wings right next to him.
And Dad still wasn't here! Dad was late! No, he was dead! The spiders got to him!
The screaming grows in volume, and hysteria begins setting in during the panic, when Bruce bursts through the door surrounded by light like a halo.
Under the insistence rambling and various whining and pleading for help, Bruce managed to get the bugs eliminated, or out.
The batkids immediately attach themselves to Bruce without hesitation and don't let go for the next 3 days.
Bruce is exasperated, because he can't even take a step without two kids attached to his legs. But what was he going to do? Tell them to let go while they are still recovering from trauma? Absolutely not.
Extra ideas to be turned into chapters eventually:
1. Bruce thought he got rid of the fear for bats a long time ago. Well, new flash! He did not! And there one got in the kitchen and trapped him in the pantry. It was Bruce's turn to be overtaken by irrational fear and scream for help from his kids.
2. After Bruce's run in with the bat, he understood his kids a lot better, and connected his old college friends for help. Old college friend was a Miaojiang Saintess, she proceeds to laugh at him for a full 15 minutes before telling him she's got it, don't worry. A small jar of incense pill was sent with a postcard of written instructions. Bruce burns one, and let the scent spread in the manor. He's followed by his babies until they felt something in the air and attached themselves onto Bruce immediately. Then they proceeds to scream in horror as every insect and pest in the Wayne Manor runs to find the nearest exit.
After that horror, they call Bruce to bring the pills every time they so much see a bug in their living spaces, no matter where that is.
3. It's an alien invasion, Justice League calls the Titans in. Dick is all charismatic leader until he sees the aliens. They are all giant bugs with neon colors. He proceeds to kick ass aggressively while screaming. Then cries to Bruce afterwards.
4. Magic mishap. Batkids' fear of bugs is transferred to the Justice League.
just thinking about the funniest shit that will happens if the number 4 aka the magic mishap happens.
What if they don't immediately found out after the spell hit, but instead finding out the hard way?
Hal, John, Guy and Kyle were all gripped with intense fear and anxiety the moment they stepped into the Lantern's hall for meeting (?), bugs alarm blaring siren in their head. Guy absolutely refused to walk down the specific part of the hall where Bzzd memorial was displayed despite them having fought together before. John had this anxious feeling and uncanny valley vibes with K'ryssma while Kyle acted like deer in a headlike when he coincidentally bumps to Forager, frozen and wide-eyed. Hal himself just straight up making a U-turn as soon a he caught a glimpse of Xax, stopping himself before he can scream to other Green Lantern member.
Barry fainted mid-run in his living room because of a stray roach, but not before he screamed and sent half of his furnitures upside-down.
Diana sent a scorpion flying in Themyscira with his lasso in reflex mid-sparring, completely ignoring the attack from her sparring partner.
Oliver's hide out was ruined because 1) he was hiding behind the dumpster, and 2) dumpster wasn't a good option if you're scared of bugs.
J'onn's form glitched for a split second after he saw a beetle flew past him in the park and he prayed to whoever God so that please, let no one sees that blip and please, get that beetle AWAY from him. He stood there for a solid ten minute, frozen until the offending bug crawled away.
Dinah and Shayera just out there hollering and hooting in the Justice League break room because a roach found its way in and took off flying when a staff member who tried to help started chasing it.
Michael didn't realize anything was off until he had to do a test on his new drone's camera and accidentally zoomed in on some unassuming aphids flocking a random plant. He fell backwards from his chairs with goosebumps all over and a shout can be heard echoing throughout his lab when his T-ball crash-landed somewhere around the area. He collected the drone later on, but not before he wore a full-on hazmat suit.
Clark was visiting his parents when it happened. He told Ma that he'd help tidying up the barn and the shed in the backyard; BIG mistake. He almost ran face-first to a huge spiderwebs with absolute unit of a spider mid-superspeed and he just screamed. Ma and Pa heard him violently screeching in fear like a school girl before he promptly broke the shed's roof as he jumped high up to the sky.
Bruce got the moment when he had to dig up the ground in a cemetery to collect some samples. It was then when a centipede decided to crawl around his glove and Batman has never yeet something that fast before. Safe to say some Gotham citizens heard an anguished shout that night.
I have wanted to make a master post on the topic of forbidden love for Superbat based on these 2 comics. I hope it makes sense with my thoughts on it! Walk with me 🚶♂️
We start off with the comic Superman/Batman Vol. 4, where Bruce, as usual, risks his life and ventures off to Apokolips alone, to rescue a brain washed Superman. Eventually, he meets a mysterious woman, Bekka, who is a god from New Genesis, whom he feels an inexplicable, carnal lust and attraction to. The problem with this however, is that Bekka is married.
This comic is very interesting and tragic to me, as it explores Bruce's thoughts on the idea of forbidden love. Bruce admits to himself, that all the women in his life were just temporary distractions, they all were there for a moment, and gone the next.
But somehow, Bekka is different. He feels that his strong feelings towards Bekka are perverse in her presence due to her marital status, and because she is a god, so he shouldn't be feeling like this. You know who else has been refered to as being a benevolent god by Bruce, and is married? You guessed it! Clark. So Bruce tries his best to resist.
As Bruce continues to fight his attraction towards Bekka throughout the comic, I couldn't help but make several comparisons to other comics of their interactions, that also resembled interactions between Clark and Bruce:
Bruce gets brought back from the brink of death by Bekka inside of her father's space lab.
Clark brings Bruce back from the brink of death by placing him inside the healing chamber within the Fortress of Solitude originally built by his father's Kryptonian technology, Jor-El.
When Bekka is at the brink of death and Bruce rescues her, he brings her back to their ship, where he dips her into a medicinal steam bath. Where have we seen this before 🤔
Oh right! Clark flies a dying Bruce in his arms to revive him in the Lazarus pit, and dips him in.
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Bekka tells Bruce, that the reason for their strong attraction, is because they are perfect complements of each other. Hmm..I could have sworn that I have read this sentiment before...oh wait!
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In the above panel, we are shown, that they can only be together if their love is hidden from the outside world. Bruce and Bekka are both turned invisible by Bekkas phaser, in order to survive the assault of the parademons who are hunting them down.
If we want to speak in a meta sense, Bruce and Clark are both men, and they would be shunned by comic fans, society, etc. since their relationship would be seen as taboo. It can't be allowed to exist or they'd be attacked for it. Their love is forbidden, so it has to remain hidden in fandom spaces.
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Finally, In the end when they have to part ways, Bruce looks on longingly and heartbroken as Orion comes to pick up his wife, and takes Bekka home.
As Clark tries to tell Bruce how incredibly grateful he is for saving his life, Bruce walks away from Clark, and tells him to go home to his wife.
This comic to me personally, reads as Bekka serving as the metaphor for why Clark is forbidden fruit for Bruce. He cannot have him no matter how much he lusts for him, despite this incredibly strong pull that he feels, that he has ever felt in his life towards another person.
To me, the way Bruce describes his feelings for Bekka, can be read as an exact parallel for Clark. If you just replace Bekka with Clark, it makes perfect sense.
Clark and Bruce are the sun and the moon of the DC universe, yin and yang, perfect complements of each other. Mr. Myxlplyx himself has said, that Bruce and Clark are both the linch-pin to everything in the universe. (I ran out of space to add the comic panel, so I shall quote his words) quote: "No matter what time or universe, some version of you two exists! And when that balance is upset or uprooted --and you can call it a cataclysm or an apocalypse or a crisis --it upsets my life in the 5th dimension." The attraction they feel for each other is inevitable. They can't resist it, just like how Bruce can't resist Bekka's allure.
The fact that both Clark and Bekka are married, they are both gods compared to Bruce, they are perfect complements of each other as stated by her, etc. are sentiments that have been expressed in other comics pertaining to Clark and Bruce's relationship.
Even the pacing of this comic was very suggestive, in the way that everytime Bruce would talk about his feelings for Bekka, in the literal next page, we see Clark. Pretty much hinting that Bruce's thoughts actually, always revolved around him.
There are other panels that I wish I could add, but Tumblr space is limited 😔 Hopefully with this post, I was able to illustrate the gyst of my point 😊 Now onto the next comic!
just started playing batman: arkham asylum for the first time and bruce is literally pulling out solid metal grates that are bolted into stone and bending the grates. and i just think superbat where clark is the one with the strength kink would go triple platinum.
sure, clark could do all that with his pinky finger if he wanted to, but after seeing bruce do it, he doesn't want to.
on one of their first missions together, they're sneaking in to one of luthor's compounds, and batman brings them to a vent. it's solid metal, secured well just like the rest of luthor's building. clark leans forward to peek over batman's shoulder at it.
"i can get that, if you—"
batman cuts him off by digging his fingers behind the grate and pulling. the metal bends under his strength, creaking as it's pulled from the wall, half-inch thick bolts and all. batman glances back at clark, the barest of smirks on his lips. clark's jaw snaps shut so fast he bites his tongue.
and the more he watches, the more he goes insane. batman carries clark over his shoulder once when he's injured, and all clark can think about for a while is the flex of batman's arm around his waist. clark rushes to hold up a collapsing ceiling and protect civilians, but batman is already there, braced against a pillar, and now clark can hardly focus. batman rescues a dozen civilians from a sinkhole, sometimes pulling them out two at a time—clark wishes he could feel batman's iron grip around his wrists, or have his large thighs pressing down on him.
he comes to the cave once when bruce is working out, all slick and flushed and powerful. clark barely stops himself from drooling.
it's the raw physicality of it. the way his muscles tense and bulge with exertion, the little grunt bruce releases after doing something that requires a decent amount of strength, the sharp exhale when he lets go of the weight. it all drives clark wild.
batman catches him watching. clark thinks he's done for, an apology behind his teeth—but bruce only smirks at him, and deliberately shoulders more weight.
THE WAY CLARK THIS ABSOLUTE F R E A K WOULD ABSOLUTELY DO THAT.
Superbat making out and Clark is giving Bruce the sloppy toppy with a twist with his Kryptonian super-throat then when Bruce cum, his powerful, thicc thighs immediately lock around Clark's neck with a strength that would've snap a human's neck like a twig and the Kryptonian knows that it's only him that can make Bruce's restraint break like that and not dying and that is what precisely turns him tf on like a moth to a flame.
Five Times Bruce Kissed Clark, and One Time Clark Kissed Bruce
Superbat
wc: 3.5k+
Summary: 5+1 with Clark and Bruce as we see their relationship progress.
Fluff, wee bit of angst, these two are so in love its disgusting
Clark stepped into the watchtower with a sigh. Normally he didn’t mind monitor duty, but today it seemed like everyone needed Superman’s help. He barely had a chance to sit down all day and instead of going home and crashing on the couch with some takeout, he needed to sit in a room with Barry for six hours. Normally Clark enjoyed the company, but he just didn’t know if he had the energy to keep up with the fast paced talking.
Heavy boots thudded down the hall and Bruce turned the corner. The man’s eyes flicked to him and he nodded. “Kal.”
“Hello, B.” Clark gave him a tired smile.
Bruce paused. “Is everything alright?”
Clark shrugged, feeling heavier than normal. “Long day, but nothing I can’t handle.”
Bruce studied him, expression undecipherable even for Clark. Finally he took Clark’s hand and started leading him down the hall. Once, there would have been a time where Clark would have questioned Bruce’s motivation. Now he would gladly follow his partner to the ends of the earth, or even beyond.
Bruce pulled open a door and pushed Clark inside, following him in and shutting it behind him.
Clark blinked as he came face to face with a mop. “A cleaning closet?”
“It’s closer than our rooms.” Bruce grunted, turning Clark to face him. Then, without warning, yanked Clark down into a passionate kiss. He froze for a fraction of a second before melting into him.
Bruce’s hands traced patterns on his neck before moving into his hair, carding through his curls and making him groan. Rao, he knew just how to touch him.
Just as Clark was getting really into the kiss, Bruce pulled back. When Clark tried to chase him, Bruce put a gauntleted hand over his mouth. “Wait, Clark. How are you feeling?”
“Better.” Clark said through the hand. Bruce seemed to like that answer, because he stood on his toes and pressed a kiss to Clark's forehead.
“Good. Come back to the manor after monitor duty, Alfred’s making chicken parmesan.” He slipped out from between Clark’s arms and out the closet door.
“Wait, B–” Clark stumbled after him. “What was that about?”
But the Bat was already gone. Clark stood in the hall for a moment, reaching up to touch his lips. The idea of monitor duty seemed a lot less exhausting now.
The glittering champagne and false laughter of galas was a prime setting for reporters to dig up the latest scandal. At least, that was what Cat told Clark when she had shoved the recorder into his hands and gave him a train ticket. To Clark it felt like junior prom all over again, except he was dating the object of his affections, but he couldn’t let the woman currently leaning on Bruce's arm know that he was taken.
Clark shifted uncomfortably. He had already gotten the quotes Cat had needed, but he promised her he would stay the whole time. A mistake, he was now realizing. There were still over two hours left and he was about ready to risk Bruce’s wrath and put on his suit to help patrol the city.
“What are you doing all alone over here?”
Clark started and turned, coming face to face with one of the other reporters. He stood a few inches shorter, with blond hair and an easy smile. Clark returned it, sheepishly fidgeting with his press badge. “I’m not usually on this beat. I owed my colleague a favor, and well…”
“These things are a lot.” He agreed, sticking out his hand. “I’m James Farday, with the Gotham Gazette.”
“Clark Kent, Daily Planet.” He shook the offered hand.
“You’re the Superman writer.” James said, grinning. “I’ve heard about you.”
“All good things, I hope.” Clark laughed. “I wasn’t aware the Gazette cared so much about Superman.”
James shrugged. “It’s just me. I’m studying your efforts in the hopes of capturing a quote from Batman.”
Clark couldn’t help but snort at that. The vigilante would rather let Hal Jordan take over the Batman mantle then talk to the press, but James didn’t need to know that.
“Hey, don’t think too little of me. I’ve spent too many nights chasing after him.”
“Sorry.” Clark cleared his throat. “You might have better luck coming to Metropolis. Superman is a lot nicer to the press.”
“I’ll have to try the next time I’m across the bay.” James leaned a little closer, a slight smirk on his face. “Would you like to meet up for drinks while I’m over there, get to know each other a little better?” His eyes dragged up Clark's body.
“Oh.” Clark realized a little too late where this was going. “Sorry, I–”
He felt a sudden warmth at his side. “Excuse me Faraway, would you mind if I stole Kent for a moment?” He put his hand on the small of Clark’s back, just barely on the edge of decent.
James seemed shocked for a moment, then shook it off. “Of course. I’ll catch you next time, Clark.”
“Good.” Bruce leaned up and kissed Clark square on the lips “I believe my boyfriend and I have some catching up to do.”
Bruce grabbed Clark by his tie and practically dragged him out of the ballroom.
“Jealous much?” He teased when Bruce released him. His boyfriend just glared at him.
Softening his gaze, Clark ran his hands soothingly up and down Bruce’s arms. “I thought you wanted to keep our relationship a secret.”
“I don’t care.” Bruce cradled Clark's head in his hands, pressing their foreheads together. “I thought I did but watching him talk to you like he had any right and realizing you have to deal with that every day with me… I don’t know how you do it. I wanted to tear his head off.”
“It’s not easy.” Clark admitted. “But you’re worth it.”
Bruce shook his head. “I want everyone to know you’re mine. I want to kiss you in front of everyone and shout from the rooftops how much I love you.”
Clark’s breath hitched.
“I don’t care about the press or whatever they’ll say about me, but I love you.” Bruce closed his eyes. “I’m not going to hide from it any more.”
“You said you love me.” Clark said faintly. He felt like his chest was going to explode.
Bruce’s eyes snapped open. “I’m sorry. Was it too soon?”
If it was any other circumstance Clark could have laughed at the anxious expression on Bruce’s face. “No, Bruce. I love you too.” He pressed their foreheads together. Bruce’s expression softened and he caressed Clark’s cheek. Of course, Clark couldn’t resist a little jab.
“I can’t believe you said it first, Diana will have a field day–
Rolling his eyes, Bruce kissed him to shut him up. It wasn’t the first time this had happened or the last, and Clark let himself enjoy the kiss. Not before turning them around and pressing Bruce against the wall, however.
The early morning light of the manor was some of the most energizing light Clark had felt in his life. Sure, it wasn’t direct sunlight– the Gotham skies were more often layered with dense clouds than not– but nonetheless the light here was some of his favorite.
Like he had heard Clark’s internal musings, the light walked into the kitchen.
Yawning and stretching Bruce entered the room, scanning the place before walking directly to Clark and burying his face in his chest. “You weren’t there when I woke up.” He mumbled, pressing into Clark like he could carve out a permanent place there.
“‘m sorry B.” Clark set aside his coffee and wrapped his arms around Bruce. “I had to catch some sunlight this morning.”
“Hnn.”
“We can go back to bed if you want.” Clark pressed a kiss to Bruce’s temple. Clark had taken the day off and they had no plans until later that evening. Bruce hummed a little at this, settling further into Clark’s arms.
“You wouldn’t feel this tired if you hadn’t been working on the batmobile until four.” Clark reminded him, tracing gentle patterns in Bruce’s back.
“Hng.” Bruce tucks his hands under Clark’s shirt. “Always wanna sleep next to you.”
Well, if that wasn’t enough to melt Clark’s heart. Sleepy Bruce was also sappy Bruce, and with those blue eyes looking up at him from under long lashes, Clark was helpless to resist.
“Bruce, we need– oh ew!”
Clark tore his eyes from Bruce and saw the boys standing in the kitchen doorway, with varying degrees of disgust on their faces. A faint flush settled on Clark’s cheeks but Bruce made no move to pull away, so Clark didn’t.
“Seriously guys, in front of my cereal?” Dick asked, sounding dejected. “I know I’ve been rooting for you since my Robin years, but ew.”
Bruce shifted just enough to see the boys with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Boys, I love Clark, and this is my house. I’ll do whatever I want.” Then, as if to prove his point, he pulled Clark down to kiss him.
There was a chorus of “eeeww” and “Tt.” and a long sigh. The kiss wasn’t anything heated, just a press of lips long enough to gross the boys out. That didn’t mean Clark didn’t enjoy it, if anything he pulled Bruce even closer.
Bruce ended the kiss with a pop, no less sleepy but a lot more satisfied. “Jason, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like. Tim, I trust you can get yourself and Damian to school. I’m going to be busy.”
As Clark let himself be pulled away, he heard a shriek (probably from Dick) and didn’t bother to hide his smile. “Do they know we’re just going to sleep?”
Bruce chuckled, tugging Clark down for another quick kiss. “Does it matter?”
As they slipped under the sheets and Bruce curled around Clark, he found that no, it didn’t matter.
Clark let out a heavy sigh, stepping into the Watchtower with a kind of finality. The mission had been brutal. Three months in deep space negotiating tedious politics with aliens that had very specific social rules. Unfortunately it wasn’t something that the Lanterns could take care of themselves, something about both parties respecting only the power of Krypton, maybe? He was too tired to remember.
All he wanted was to go to the manor and take a nice, long shower, then climb under the covers with–
The doors to the airlock opened with a hiss and before Clark even had a chance to look up he was engulfed in black kevlar and a heartbeat that instantly made his shoulders relax.
“Superman.”
With that single, beautiful word he sagged against Bruce, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “Hey B.”
They didn’t speak, just staying there like that while the Lanterns disembarked around them. Any other day Clark would be embarrassed to be in the way and would urge Bruce to at least move near the wall…
But today he was too tired to care.
A gauntleted hand threaded through the hair at the nape of Clark’s neck, drawing a pleased hum from the kryptonian. “I missed you.” He admitted, burying his face further into the armored shoulder.
Bruce let out a half choked noise, and Clark pulled away just enough to see his eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“The communicator broke.”
To anyone else, the gruff voice of Batman was as steady as ever. To Clark, however, he heard the slight tremble, saw the way Bruce’s lips were tight at the corners.
“Oh, Bruce.” Clark brought a hand to stroke his cheek. The Bat leaned into it, just slightly. “I’m sorry.”
Bruce just shook his head, pulling Clark in tighter. They stayed like that until one of the lanterns was brave enough to tell them that the airlock needed to be cleared so the ship could disembark.
Clark pulled away, but still kept ahold of Bruce’s hand as he thanked the lantern (a terrified looking kid who had probably lost a draw). Together they went down to the zeta tubes and back down to the manor, where Clark got his shower. Bruce insisted on washing Clark, and he let him. It was nice to give up control, just for a little while.
By the time they were going to bed Clark felt boneless, pulling on some old sweatpants and one of Bruce’s hoodies. Beside him, Bruce pulled back the covers and crawled into the bed. Clark sank into the mattress, feeling the last dregs of tension leave his body.
Well, almost.
He reached out and pulled Bruce close, looping an arm around his waist and burying his face in his hair. “Hmm.”
He felt Bruce’s smile before he tilted back and Clark had to hold back a whine in response. The eyes of his lover were soft and sleepy and Clark could have gotten lost in them.
Warm breath ghosted over his lips as Bruce closed the gap between them. The kiss was soft and slow and so full of love Clark felt tears– though if they were his or Bruce’s it was impossible to say.
“Welcome home.” Bruce murmured, kissing Clark again.
“You’re a traitor.” Bruce glared at Clark, who just grinned right back.
“I grabbed it first, Bruce.” Clark mockingly shook his head. “I didn’t even use superspeed, you must be getting slow in your old age.” He leaned forward to take a bite of the cookie.
With a growl Bruce launched himself at Clark, rocking him back on the couch.
“Bruce woah– hey!” He held the cookie tantalizingly out of reach, using his other arm to pin Bruce to his chest. “You’re not getting it that easy!”
The man glared at him, reaching for Clark’s sides.
“What are you– hey! That’s ch–cheat– Bruce!”
For all of Clark's kryptonian invulnerabilities and strengths, there was still one embarrassing trait he shared with humanity.
He was ticklish.
Extremely so.
Instinctively Clark brought his arms down to shield himself from the onslaught of tickles, and in doing so brought the cookie within reach. Just as Bruce was about to snatch it, Clark brought it to his lips and shoved the cookie in his mouth.
“Mmh!” Came the muffled sounds of victory. Half the cookie was still sticking out of his mouth. Bruce glared at his boyfriend and leaned close, still practically wrapped around him.
With one hand he carefully tilted Clark’s chin up and closed the last few inches, taking the rest of the cookie in his mouth. His lips juuuust brushed against Clark’s as he bit the cookie in half.
He stayed right where he was, chewed, swallowed, and sighed. “Delicous.” He leaned closer, licking a crumb from the corner of Clark’s lips.
Clark flushed even deeper.
The sun had sunk a little less than an hour ago, but you would never be able to tell from the Batcave. The Batman himself sat at the Batcomputer, but he wasn’t working. He hadn’t been for a while.
Instead, he held a small box. He turned it over and over in his hands, staring at it intensely. He doesn’t need to open it to know what’s inside but he did anyway.
Resting on a simple cushion was a ring.
More specifically, a ring made of kryptonian steel and inlaid with sapphires. The band twisted around itself, forming shapes and loops and if you looked carefully, something that looked suspiciously like the bat symbol.
He had spent months researching and forging, traveling halfway across the planet to train underneath a jeweler in Italy. The ring had been finished a week ago and he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
He snapped the box shut and resumed fidgeting with it.
Bruce was nervous.
There was no doubt about it, and he hated it. This far into his career, nervousness wasn’t something he encountered often. Not on this level. Sure, he worried about his kids every time they left the manor, but this was different. If this went wrong, his whole life would crumble around his ears. There wouldn’t be a place far away enough to escape the living hell–
“Bruce?”
The man stopped in his pacing. Clark stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking drop dead gorgeous. Of course, he always looked like that but there was something about seeing him dressed in a loose flannel and jeans without his glasses that made him melt.
“Hey, hey.” Clark strode forward and wrapped his arms around Bruce. All the nervous flutters slipped away as he settled into the embrace.
Clark pressed a kiss to Bruce’s temple. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”
A hum left his lips and Bruce gave Clark a squeeze before letting go. “After patrol.” Bruce paused. “Come with me?”
“Of course.” Clark sped off.
It was a rare thing for Bruce to invite Superman out with him, but tonight was different. Tonight, he would propose.
The night was quiet. A handful of break ins, an attempted robbery, but nothing that couldn’t get wrapped up without too much trouble. As the night wore on, Bruce led them through the city with a very specific destination in mind.
It was there he stopped.
Clark landed just a few paces from him, a soft smile gracing his lips. “This brings back memories.”
Bruce couldn’t help the faint smile. Of course Clark would recognize it. The rooftop was nothing special, not any taller than the surrounding buildings, not an important place in the city, and not even all that interesting looking.
“It’s where we met.”
A laugh. “More like clashed.”
Bruce couldn’t help but agree with that. He had all but growled at Clark to get out of his city, under severe threat. The Super had completely ignored him and followed Bruce for the rest of his patrol. It was not a good start to their relationship. Yet, here they stood.
“Y’know, after that night I kept thinking about you.” Clark admitted. “I came over because I heard rumors of a man fighting to keep this city alive. No one really knew what you were, and I thought maybe you were a meta or alien.”
“You wouldn’t be the first.” Bruce ran his finger over where the ring rested, in a secure pocket in his utility belt.
Clark laughed. “Yeah, I was surprised when I heard your heartbeat and realized you were just a man.” He took Bruce's hand. “A man giving every bit of himself to the city.”
The look Clark was giving him made Bruce want to fall into his arms and stay there forever. He slipped his hand into the pouch.
“Superman.” Bruce squeezed his hand. “Clark.” This one said barely above a whisper, but he knew Clark heard it. He always heard Bruce. “When I met you, twelve years ago on this rooftop–”
“You’re making me feel old B.”
Bruce glared, but Clark was immune to it by now. He just gestured for him to continue.
“I never thought that I would love you as much as I do. Then we formed the League, and became coworkers, friends. Dick immediately loved you, and I began to understand you.” His heart began to pound. He was really doing this. There was no going back.
“You made me question things about myself, about how I thought the world worked and the kind of person I wanted to be. When we grew closer, I found myself craving your company, which has never happened before. You scared me with how much I wanted to stand by your side.”
Clark squeezed his hand, practically glowing in the streetlight. He looked so beautiful, a beam of sunlight in the dingy city Bruce called home.
“Because of you, I became a better person, a better father. You even turned me into an utter sap, Clark. That’s why I brought you here, to the rooftop we first met.”
“Bruce,” Clark breathed, his eyes flickering over the cowl, doubtlessly seeing the blue eyes beneath. “Are you–”
Bruce dropped to one knee.
Clark gasped.
Carefully, Bruce reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring he had so carefully sculpted. “Clark Joseph Kent, will you marry me?”
There was silence. Bruce swore his heart stopped. He could only stare into Clark's eyes. Those eyes looked between Bruce and the ring and back again, and for once Bruce couldn’t read the emotion behind them. He could only stay on one knee, on a dingy rooftop in downtown Gotham.
“B.” Were those tears in Clark’s eyes? “Yes. Oh Rao, yes.”
Elation filled Bruce and suddenly those moments of silent panic were worth it. Before he could stand Clark dropped to his knees and pulled Bruce into a kiss.
It was fierce and so full of passion that Bruce started bending over backwards from the force of it, but he didn’t mind. He merely wrapped his arms around Clark’s neck and returned it just as intensely.
When Clark pulled away he stayed wrapped around Bruce, but gave him enough space to slide the ring onto his finger. It fit perfectly.
That was all it took for Clark to begin attacking Bruce with kisses, and before long they were floating a few inches above the rooftop. Not that Bruce was complaining in the slightest.
“Y’know.” Clark said between kisses. “I was planning to propose to you next week.”
“Hmm.” Bruce pulled him back down for a long kiss, enjoying the feel of Clark against him. “What’s stopping you?”
Clark grinned at that, then flew them back to the manor.
Superbat
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Something something Superbat where both are yearning and Bruce is driven to madness because he wants to kiss this stupid man so bad he's crazy with it but he doesn't want to forget his first kiss because of the 'super-amnesia' kiss. Bruce doesn't know that Superman can control it. And while Clark is just as desperate in his yearning, he hold back because every time a perfect kiss timing comes Bruce will evade him like a plague.
reference: Superman vs. Meshi #16 manga
#Extra: The last panel is cracking me up like why would you put your crush and whatever situationship you have with Batman side by side like that TT
Ive been left alone with my thoughts and now I'm thinking about a new superbat au (says the person in the middle of like three)
So, you know that game where you run around a school and kill other students? Yandere stimulator or something.
My sibling was playing it and like....
Teenage superbat but make Clark the yandere???
God, I remember when Yandere Simulator was the biggest thing on youtube. Feels like yesterday but it was ages ago!
But back to the superbat.
Clark is sent to a private school, meets Bruce and is instantly obsessed.
Poor Bruce has no intention to date other students, but the moment they ask him on a date(and a lot of them do because he is Bruce Wayne after all), they become a target.
And no one ever suspects Clark, because he's such a nice and kind kid.
They start to suspect Bruce, because of his tragic past and questionable interest in dark music.
Imagining young teenager Bruce, all fingers pointing at him, his introverted and self-sacrificing ass can't really explain why is it happening (he also thinks if only he accepts their advances, they wouldn't be dead). Everyone is avoiding him, whispering nasty rumors and gilded accusation, yet at the same time can't really do anything to Bruce because the lack of evidence and you know, he's a Wayne.
That name become some sort of a curse to Bruce, and he's afraid to tell Alfred because Alfred is the only one left from the 'happy family' he used to had, so he can't disappoint him.
Not anymore.
Not when he has steeled himself to change for the better, to pick up what's left of his family legacy.
So he's happy, that at least there's someone left who still stay by his side when no one does, the Kansas guy who got here through Wayne Foundation's scholarship.
Clark Kent.
Always nice, well-kept despite the fact that his shabby uniform has taken many abuse from multiple bullying tricks other kids have pulled, has this everlasting smile on his face whenever Bruce is in his vicinity. He's from a farmer family in rural Kansas, and seems like he has never understand the sarcastic comment mocking his family is not in fact a compliment, making anyone who tries that trick left huffing.
(Whitney, one of the 'top girls', cornered Clark during recess. She talked with this sickening, saccharine tone, subtly insulting Clark, "Say, Kansas, you used to live in a farm, right? How's your house? Do you have your own room or do you still sleep in your mama's bed?"
"Who the fuck sleep in their parent's bed until 13?" Her other girl laughed, "Or do you sleep in the barn?"
"Eww! Wouldn't it smell like cow? Cow shit? Have you ever smell like cow shit, Kent?"
"Do you know that you smell like cow shit?"
Clark Kent, the naive guy that he is, just confusedly smiled to the bombarded vicious questions and instead answered that 'no, the house is big enough that they have two guest room on top of his and his parent's room', and 'yes, he does sometimes have a sleepover in the barn' and another 'no, the barn he sleep on doesn't smell like cow shit because the farm is big enough that they have two separate barn and no barn smell like cow shit because they're regularly cleaned'.
The girls were pissed and left after some nonsensical, shallow insult hurled at Kent who just smile sheepishly and then went about his way.
Whitney later confessed to Bruce at lunch in the gym and practically begged with crocodile tears when he politely refused, going on and on and on about how they're gonna look so perfect together; the 'top girl' and 'top guy' of the school become a couple. Bruce managed to runaway 15 minutes before lunch ends because Kent came to the gym with P.E. teacher, talking about some scholarship he can get for college.
Bruce never seen Whitney again after that; her body was found stiff under her bed in the dorm the days later, neck broken and eyes gouged out.)
As more and more people avoids him, Bruce finds himself quietly grateful that at the very least someone wants to sit with him at lunch.
Ironic, really.
Because despite the cheerful and friendly approach of his, deep down Bruce feel like it's faked.
Maybe Kent did it because he doesn't wanna risk losing his scholarship, maintaining their relationship solely to preserve his future. Maybe he did it because if he's with Wayne, he won't get bullied—afterall, no one has touched Bruce this far despite the on going rumors and investigation.
Well. What's important is he's not truly alone, and Alfred won't have to fret over and getting concerned all over again.
But nonetheless, cold, rotten corpses keep appearing across the campus vicinity, and all ties pointing to Bruce.
Lovely Mary-Anne who kept showing Bruce new sketches she made of him. The twin Axel and Alex, crowding and showering him with small gift of trinkets. The middle-aged Mr. Augustus of whom Bruce uncomfortable with because he was touchy in all the creepy way. Sweet old cleaning lady who reminds him of his late mother. And the most recent one, the young and ambitious detective from the police who secretly snuck into the school, only to be found the next morning sprawled on top of the boy's dorm roof, blood drained and tongue cut.
All of them was so nice to Bruce, and they're all dead.
Just like his parents.
He can no longer cover his anxiety and paranoia from Alfred's ever-perceptive eyes and thus, the butler decides it's time to withdraw Bruce from the, quoted, "bloody cursed school," moving him somewhere much safer.
Bruce doesn't even get to bid his friends—not that he has many left, most of them cut ties quickly after the first body was found—farewell because Alfred storms to his dorm room, immediately assist him to pack his bag. He does hugs Kent, though; the poor boy bawling his eyes, all red-cheeked and glasses fogging with tears constantly streaming from his too-blue eyes.
And so Bruce left him his handkerchief to wipe away his tears, and pray for Kent's safety amidst this murder madness.
What Bruce doesn't know is, it was the sweet, unassuming Kansas boy that did it.
Clark tried, oh he tried so hard to be close to the Wayne's last heir, to be seen by the Prince of Gotham. He thought maybe if he acts pitiful enough, Wayne will feel sorry for him, maybe coming to save him like a knight on a white horse—the rich and powerful relish in those kind of feelings, and who is Wayne if not the most influential family in this city?
Wayne didn't come to save him.
He didn't do anything except a long stare when he thought Clark doesn't notice, those stormy eyes kept locking its gaze to him—and Clark savored the attentions of it.
So he kept waiting and smiling and pretending, even though all he wanted to do was to put his fists through these entitled little shit's heads. And his patience snapped when one of those people shyly walk up to his Bruce as if they bear no sins, and ask him out.
Oh?
No.
That won't do.
That—
Clark saw red.
His very first victim was his two years senior in a quarterback jacket whose name he forgot, neck snapped as if it was a twig in Clark's hand just. Like. That. After the fog of rage that clouded his mind cleared, he decided to left the body under the bleachers. Not even two days later the body was found, and somehow Bruce Wayne is in the suspect list.
And he wasn't caught—not even a soul think he was worth suspicion for.
Clark felt horrified. But not until he realized how easy it is to approach Bruce without all those pests surrounding him. And the more lonely Bruce got, the more he would open up, willingly telling a story of his family, the most he's seen Bruce ever talked to someone.
He was beyond happy, and he intended to enjoy it for as long as he could.
So off Clark went, getting rid of any obstacle blocking his way, pushing Bruce further into isolation as the murders drove people away from his Bruce. But then Bruce's butler comes to take him away and he cries, a hollow dread clawing in his chest.
He can't let Bruce go.
Not like this, not when he had done so much to get this close.
As the warmth of Bruce's hug left his body, Clark stares blankly at Bruce's back, silently promising that he will finds him.
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clark kent gets switched with another clark from a universe where he and bruce are dating. he's been hiding his feelings for bruce for years, and seeing everything he's ever wanted so close yet so far away makes him ache.
———
clark wakes on a couch in the manor, supremely confused, considering bruce has been on a space mission for the past month, so he has no reason to stay over.
he follows the sound of the front door opening, surprised to see bruce closing it behind him with his coat over his arm. he's in his civvies. when would he have had time to change out of his batsuit from the watchtower?
"you're home early," clark says, unable to keep the delighted warmth from his voice. any length of time without bruce is less than pleasant, but the mission bruce was sent on had been especially stressful because of its distance from earth. even the first sign of trouble would be too late to respond to from so far away. "is everything okay?"
bruce smiles at him, his eyes crinkling. it steals the breath from clark's lungs. "thought i'd surprise you," he says, moving closer. he puts a hand on clark's hip, drawing him near, and before clark can even understand what's happening, bruce pulls him into a kiss.
it's over before clark can truly reciprocate. his lips tingle as bruce pulls back to look at him.
"want to go out for dinner?" bruce asks, his hand still warm against clark's side.
it's then that clark realizes he's not where he's supposed to be. the floor beneath him is the wrong type of wood. the artwork on the walls is different from what he remembers. and bruce wouldn't— he would never— not with clark.
he must be in an alternate dimension. with his fair share of good and bad dimension-travel, clark decides to be cautious, to feel this bruce out, see if he's trustworthy.
clark agrees to dinner. they go to a quiet, modest place in downtown gotham. bruce has them seated in a secluded corner with his back to the wall—a typical habit clark has seen on the rare few times they've had meals together in actual restaurants.
they talk. clark tries to fit in and figure out if bruce is batman, if he can trust him with the knowledge of the unfortunate travel. he aims to glean as much as he can from bruce, subtly probing for information that a bruce who dates clark kent might be more willing to share. it almost feels like an interview, like the first time he spoke to bruce wayne and felt like he was being led in circles. nothing deep, everything surface-level.
after a while, clark realizes that's exactly what it is. he catches a familiar glint in bruce's eyes, almost smug. a barely-there smirk.
clark's shoulders drop as he sighs in defeat. "how long have you known," he asks with a groan.
bruce smiles at him, teasing. with a shrug, he replies, "oh, only since i kissed you."
clark puts his elbows on the table and his face in his hands as a flush rises to his hairline. "i didn't know if i could—" he starts, muffled.
"trust me?" bruce finishes, still smiling. clark wishes he weren't so beautiful. it'd be much less distracting. "i must be rubbing off on you."
"i wish you were rubbing off on me," clark mutters under his breath. thankfully, bruce doesn't seem to hear him.
"we aren't together where you're from," bruce says, sobering quickly. his eyes search clark's face, and clark has always found it hard to hide from bruce.
he pulls his hands from his face and shifts in his chair, avoiding bruce's gaze. eventually, he shakes his head.
"but you want to be," bruce continues. it isn't a question; bruce knows.
clark nods reluctantly anyway, face flaming.
bruce offers him a smile, almost sad, and says, "let's get you home."
———
they work tirelessly in the cave to find clark's universe. bruce keeps asking clark about specific things his bruce does, prying for something. clark isn't exactly sure what, but the answers are harmless: yes, his bruce's heart beats faster whenever clark catches him from a fall; yes, his bruce doesn't truly relax around the league but he does around clark; yes, his bruce has dozens of safety measures to protect clark specifically.
all reasonable, all explainable. clark eventually realizes what this bruce is trying to point out.
"he's not into me like that," clark says after bruce's third time asking a different, highly specific, pointed question. the words pain him to say out loud, but it's the truth. "trust me. it's been years. there's never been any indication—"
"are you seriously about to argue that i wouldn't be able to hide my feelings and emotions for as long as i felt i needed to?" bruce asks, deadpan.
clark deflates. "well, no, but—why would he need to? i don't know what i'm doing wrong. why won't he even consider me?" he asks, his voice thin.
bruce sighs, glancing over at the data pulled up on the batcomputer. they're close to finding a solution, but not quite. clark can tell that this bruce misses his clark sorely. he only wishes his bruce felt the same about him.
"have you given any indication that there's anything to consider?" bruce asks after a long moment.
"sure i have!" clark protests. "i bring him dinner—"
"you bring lois and jimmy dinner."
clark frowns. "sometimes, we patrol together and talk the whole night."
"your night is his day. he doesn't see it as staying awake to chat with you because he'll be up either way."
"but i—"
"clark," bruce says, turning in his chair. clark supresses the shiver in his spine at bruce's low tone. "have you looked him in the eye and asked him out. told him how you feel. said anything that would make him believe he had a chance."
"he's bruce," clark stresses. "he's always had a chance."
bruce inclines his head. "i'm sure he doesn't think so."
"how could you possibly know that?" clark asks, irritation blooming.
bruce looks him in the eye and says, levelly, "because i didn't either."
———
they come to an understanding after that. clark apologizes, promises to return the right clark to this universe, and bruce smiles and says i know you will.
they finally manage to build a sort of wormhole in the manor's backyard.
clark tells this bruce thank you.
bruce tells clark to hug his bruce and listen.
with those odd instructions, clark says goodbye after ensuring the right clark returns to this bruce.
———
when clark finally returns, he learns that an entire month has passed. his bruce had returned from space unharmed, his mission successful, and got right down to work, figuring out how to return the new superman to his dimension.
bruce stares at him in the cave. clark stares back as the portal closes behind him.
"i tried to come back sooner—" clark starts.
"don't be ridiculous," bruce cuts in. "with nobody on this end to keep the portal open, it would've been impossible." bruce sighs, a frown etched on his face. "i should have returned the moment i heard something happened."
"it worked out," clark says, smiling despite himself. "did that clark tell you he and the other bruce—"
"are dating?" bruce finished. "yes, he mentioned it. kept going on and on about wanting to propose." bruce sounds almost bored when he says it, but clark hears the way his voice catches on the last word.
"what?" clark exclaimed. "did you—what did you say?"
bruce peers at him carefully. eventually, he says softly, "i told him to ask alfred for my father's engagement ring. my father said he wanted me to have it from the moment i was born."
"bruce, that's," clark swallows the lump in his throat, "that's so thoughtful."
bruce grunts, shrugging.
clark can't help himself anymore. he surges forward and wraps bruce in a hug. "i missed you," he whispers, something inside him finally settling with bruce safe in his arms.
bruce slowly returns the hug, his breath catching when clark squeezes harder, heart pounding between them.
clark hears it. he gasps.
"spending time with him—with the other bruce," clark starts. "it made me realize that...well, i want you to know that i—"
bruce pulls back a fraction. "yes," he breathes. "yes, i know. the other clark told me."
clark smiles, his eyes wet, and pulls his bruce in for a long awaited kiss.
Someone just accused me of using AI for my tumblr post.
Well sorry to disappoint but I'm sorry it's my untreated ADHD. It's so hard to find someone who would seriously treat mental illness in my country (especially when I already clocked most of the visible symptoms; they usually think I'm just one of those people googling shit and thought I had it). It's still a taboo issue here. And because of that I'm still not sure if it's really just ADHD or if I'm autistic instead.
It does bother me because I'm shit at reading social cues, especially in jokes. If someone is joking they either has to be very direct or laughs after saying it. It happens a LOT.
I saw this old comic panel and it reminded me of a tumblr post that I saw in fleeting which basically said Batman kinda laughs like Joker bc he heard it so often and that's the only genuinely carefree laugh he heard outside of galas.
Bruce usually has this reserved, quiet laugh.
It's still genuine; it's just he's too shy to laugh out loud. Besides, no one around him—after his parents died, that is—ever find themselves in a situation so funny to be needing to guffaws in glee; Alfred in his usual butler-like polite chuckles, Selina and Talia with their elegant giggle, Leslie in her amused snort at his unexpected quips.
The rest of them? Just the cackling madness of Gotham's rogues, especially Joker. The Batman has been fighting the Joker for so long and so often that slowly, without him realizing, the Joker's laugh is Ingrained in his mind.
His life rolls on, and new people comes into his life; his children who fills the empty manor with life, the new friends he finds as the Justice League expands. And, unexpectedly, the way he finds Clark Kent in all his Superman glory snickering at his snide remarks refreshing.
Clark asks him how his children doing recently—he doesn't say anything about worrying Jason, especially since his new comeback as the new crime-lord of Gotham, fearing Bruce's further concern spiral—when he visits Bruce at his nightly patrol. It's lighthearted, and Bruce knows it's just Clark's way of asking him to share his feelings without directly telling him to (he knows Bruce will run away and get defensive if he actually does so).
"Red Robin told me the Hood got ambushed and hit by a bat." He grunts, hauling himself up to the rooftop. "Concussed, but still sneaking past Alfred."
There's a stretched silence as Bruce peered out through his enhanced lenses in his cowl before Clark hums and says, "By a bat? Or a bat?"
It's so sudden and out of the blue and such a terrible pun but so very Clark to say that Bruce just snort, trying to hold his laugh before he doubled over and just burst out laughing on the rooftop floor.
He distantly hears Clark's concerned voice asking if he's okay, whether he got exposed with some kind of laughing gas. But that just make Bruce laughs harder because that is so on point of Superman; even when he looks borderline crazy, the Boy Scout is asking how he's doing, if he's fine, how he's feeling and just being so considerate and—
Batman just laughs, the first one he has in a while, cackling until he's wheezing for air, all while perplexed Superman hovering around because he's not sure of what to do.
i want bruce to be hurt so badly that, even when his family realizes they fucked up and come back, there’s something genuinely broken about him. there’s a disconnect between him and his feelings; not him attempting repression but him actually having cut the bridge. that last fight, that last door slamming shut, that last “off” period between him and his family, it sent him into a spiral of depression until he landed firmly in apathy.
oh, he still cares. he still loves gotham, fights for her, bleeds for her, feels for her. but when it’s a question of anyone loving him? ha! that almost made him twitch his lips. he’s lost in his head with self hatred, unable to believe he could be loved.
he feels mechanic in his movements, but even roombas are loved. then again, they’re also useful. he just- well. he just rots in his own body.
he doesn’t understand their attempts at bonding; they don’t need to put all this effort into pretending. he knows already, that their affection and worry is fake. they don’t need to try talking to him, especially not when he’s so awful at it. they don’t need to wrap themselves around him when he knows he’s disgusting to touch.
they’re being weird, and bruce is patiently waiting them out until the other shoe drops. if they feel less guilty by pretending to like him, then that’s fine by him. they’ll give up soon enough, like they always do. at least he’s not choking on his own hope that maybe this time it will last. at least this time, he knows he’s just temporary.
at least this time, he’s too used to it for it to hurt.
Another alpha x alpha and alien biology thing is that I'd like to think that human "hostile" gestures would reciprocate as "friendly/hitting on" for Kryptonians. Like, holy cow, this is funny.
Like Bruce is trying to scare Superman off and is raging with his pheromones. And Clark is like, "omg, he likes me??? Is he interested in how would our scents match? Omg, he's so sweet and thoughtful! I can't believe it!!"
Batman is puffing out his chest and is trying to appear taller to show dominance? Well, isn't he such a sweetheart trying to look like the best mate candidate! Clark is literally gushing and twirling in the air on the Watchtower because this is so cute to him. He knows Batman is a very smart person, so he probably did research on Kryptonian mating, and Clark is very much warmed by the gesture.
Bruce is only grunting to him but talking to everyone else? Clark didn't know they were that serious that now they just talk through noises and body language! Maybe in their next rut they will mate? Oh, he should prepare himself!
And Bruce really doesn't understand this guy's problem. He just doesn't get the memo. Whoever says they're the biggest AxA enjoyer will have to fight me cuz theres just no way
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