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This just in! Bruce Wayne once again rescued by Metropolis hero, Superman!
(And why wasn’t Batman there to save him?)
Put Bruce in more skirts! please :(.
More to come I promise I haven’t been slacking
I have no idea if I’ve already posted this. Anyway- this is a redraw I did in March of a drawing I did back in 2022
On my bullshit
You know blush blindness? I have that but instead it’s when I draw tits
Creature feature
Lowkey inspired by Maroonio’s The Study Of Batology fic on ao3
I have this headcanon about Bruce that says he wears a cowl because his eyes are too expressive.
Like, Batman could be the scariest guy in the world and be as serious as a rock, but that’s all because his mouth and the lower muscles of his face are well-controlled and trained not to give anything away- but his eyes? You can see what he’s thinking from 3 kilometers away.
His children know him inside and out; they all knew he wasn’t good with words, that they wouldn’t get a verbal response from him, but every time they fell and/or hurt themselves, they saw that spark of concern in his eyes, that slight shift in the shape of his eyebrows, and how his pupils would shrink by a millimeter every time he heard an “Ouch” from one of his babys kids children; on the other hand, they could all feel themselves blushing whenever Bruce looked at them for more than 5 seconds straight because his gaze screamed “love” “pride” “happiness”.
Imagine the League!! Most (if not all) believed that every time Batman stood on a gargoyle to look out over Gotham, it was to look edgy (Thanks for that, Hal) or to keep a better watch over his city from above (technically that’s true- thanks, Arthur), but imagine Superman seeing Batman take off his hood for the first time as they both look out over Gotham, Clark could have sworn he’d never seen so much love and hope in a single glance.
And it wasn’t just those close to him who noticed these changes; people in Gotham and the surrounding areas could see the sincerity with which he spoke about charity and helping Gotham every time they looked into his eyes. So if anyone had ever dared to accuse Bruce Wayne of not being sincere about the money he donated, well, all of Gotham might have laughed at them, and they might have even lost their jobs because of it (for some reason, Bruce offered them a job and regretted having thought badly of the man- I mean, just look at him!)
Anyway, I just think Bruce loves deeply and doesn’t know how to express it, but at least his eyes speak for him.
Official 'Camera Test' Teaser THE BATMAN: PART II (2028) dir. Matt Reeves
A quick superbat sketch I doodled on my phone instead of writing my research paper 🥲
There's a lot of Bruce being a bit of a freak about Clark's alien biology content out there, but do you think Clark ever gets a little freaky with how soft and squishy and vulnerable Bruce really is under all that body armor?
Every chance he gets. I'm all for freak4freak superbat.
Clark has always been so conscious and cautious of his powers so as to not hurt anyone. Even when all he wants is to hug Bruce too tight to his chest because his lover gives him so much cuteness aggression but he cannot do so,at least not use as much force as he'd like.
When Clark finds out that Batman is just a squishy human under all that armour, he keeps freaking out about it randomly for the coming months until Bruce threatens to bury his ass in a kryptonite pile.
After they start to date, he's exceptionally gentle with his sweetheart, never ever wanting to hurt him in any way, but this doesn't really apply tandem to their sex life.
In bed, Clark likes to take Bruce apart piece by piece and explore his vulnerabilities under his special vision, trying to understand every bit of him. He likes leaving his marks on Bruce's body as a bold exclamation of his possession. He especially loves how freakishly stretchy and flexible Bruce is and he loves to milk it dry for all it's worth.
Because of how sensitive and responsive he is, it makes temperature play one of Clark's favourite kinks. He's always ready to use his powers for nefarious sexy reasons and he's a complete sex demon about it.
my latest superbat piece, i haven't drawn in a while. I hope you didn't forget about me ❤️
today i offer domestic morning after superbat
clark makes breakfast, its pancakes, eggs, bacon etc etc, a full spread the whole shebang
and for once, a clingy, groggy bat!!!!! he kind of just goes glorp onto clark's back and clark wants to scream but he knows if he reacts too much bruce will leave and so he shuts up mentally n settle for screaming internally merry christmas everyone
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hello again dino anon this is such a cute little treat!!
in my mind i’m thinkin it’s the morning after their First Time, and they’ve been dating a while but never took it further before. and clark, with manners practically tattooed on him by ma kent, wants this morning to be special, too—to show bruce that he’ll be good at caring for him in more ways than one.
he’s so focused on making the breakfast good that he doesn’t notice bruce shuffle in, all groggy and squinty-eyed. he almost startles when bruce settles on his back—almost. he can't afford to react too much for fear of jostling bruce. clark mutters a warm good morning, and gets an incoherent grumble in return as bruce buries his face between clark's shoulder blades and tugs them closer together.
bruce hardly ever initiates physical contact. clark knows for a fact that he likes it, but bruce has never been one to ask. he wonders if bruce's lack of hesitation is because of the early morning, because he's not quite awake yet. either way, clark certainly won't complain, not when it feels like he's been given a rare gift.
the cooking continues. clark's ears are definitely burning, and he can't quite keep the smile off his face, but he does nothing to make bruce move, content with the weight on his back.
when breakfast is finally ready, clark mourns bruce's closeness as he plates their food and sets the table. but then bruce frowns and starts grumbling again—face adorably scrunched, his bare chest heaving as he huffs a breath—before he sets everything on a serving cart and grabs clark's hand.
they end up on the back porch, pressed up against each other with plates in their laps, watching the sun rise over the treetops in the yard. when they're finished eating, bruce sets the dishware back on the cart and practically burrows into clark's side. it's not long before he's snoring softly against clark's chest.
and clark, who's felt the power of a yellow sun rush through him, has flown through fires and touched lava and experienced heat that would kill most beings, has never felt warmer in his life.
Draw Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne kissing and making out, just asking for a friend
/silly 🤤🤤
wasn't feeling too good today but this cheered me right up :))
you know that story about the cheetah that left her babies with a wildlife photographer while she went off and did stuff? That but it’s merman bruce finally trusting fisherman clark and putting merbabies on his boat one by one to Clark’s increasing anxiety and panicked questions (which bruce doesn’t even acknowledge) so he can go off and hunt for a little while
stole this from my twitter ! // superbat, fantasy au
bruce wayne, former prince of gotham, getting usurped and exiled by his subjects after his parents were murdered
years pass and he learns how to live off the land on the outskirts of a nearby city, only sneaking into town when he needs new horseshoes but quick to leave, always paranoid he'll be found out. there's a significant warrant out for him, and someone will get a hefty sum for him
dead or alive
so bruce lives in the forest, under a waterfall in a cave. its dark, damp, and defeaning, but its home. no one comes here.
except... one day, while he's washing his laundry by the banks, he glances up just in time to witness a man being stabbed and shoved over the crest of the waterfall, to plummet to his death
bruce runs for him, with no doubt that he wont make it in time, but trying anyway
the man lands, heavy, at the base of the waterfall and doesnt resurface. when bruce glances up, the perpetrators are gone and all thats left is the roar of the water and the heat of the sun simmering the back of his neck as he dives in after the man.
bruce finds the body and resurfaces somewhere down the river, the current too swift for him to swim against with such a large man acting as a dead weight.
but he is--blessedly--not dead. just unconscious. bleeding from a stomach wound that surely must be stinging, in definite need of first aid
but alive
bruce carries the man 'home'. he's dressed like a noble. brilliant white trimmed with gold, and a heavy ripped cape the color of rubies.
but right now he's just a man, one that needs help, so bruce helps.
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when kal-el, prince of the kingdom of krypton, wakes up he thinks he's being greeted by an angel. brilliantly black hair, stormy grey eyes, and gentle hands that lift him to help him drink water.
his heart throbs in time with the wound in his belly in an instant.
"careful," the angel hums. "i'll take care of you."
and kal believes him with all his heart
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kal learns that thomas, the angel, made a home here after his family sadly perished from the plague. he can't stand to be around people, kal also learns, but he's always gentle when he speaks with kal, so maybe he's just shy.
above all else, he's as beautiful and brilliant, and kal wants to bring his saviour with him home, to krypton. thomas refuses.
the first dozen times kal-el waxes poetic to him, about how his home is beautiful and safe. about how thomas would fit right in, how kal would give him all the treasures and protection he could ever want
thomas always always refuses, citing that he's happy here, alone and forgotten in a forest.
after a month of being with thomas, kal tries something else. its a full moon when he steps out of the cave, his wound mostly healed if not for the dark veins sprouting from it-- poison, thomas had told him. he'd gotten most out, but kal will need a more advanced healer to recover the rest of the way.
on the full moon night, kal drops to one knee as soon as bruce emerges from a meadow, a basket full of vegetables for dinner at his side.
"... hasty, arent you?"
"dedicated," kal responds, softly. "allow me to prove myself to you. you saved my life and i want to repay you."
"with marriage."
"a partnership. more, later, if you allow. but protection nonetheless."
"and what makes you think i need protecting?" thomas says, brushing past
"because youre the lost prince of gotham," kal says, stopping bruce in his tracks.
"your kingdom is in shambles without you."
"... they didnt want me. nor need me." bruce keeps walking, and kal follows. theres a resigned cut to his shoulders, and a tremble in his hands
kal-el reaches out and lays his palm against bruce's back.
"i want you," kal whispers. "anything you have to offer."
"you dont /know/ me." bruce's voice goes sharp, but he doesnt pull away from kal's touch.
"i know your heart. thats enough. just... think about it?"
"mm."
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ANYWAY this was supposed to be horny and they fuck in the cave and kal gets all lost in bruce's eyes before he realizes they look familiar and it turned out bruce was betrothed to him when they were both kids LOL but i got distracted with fantasy superbat tendernism....
something something kal is still an alien but its a well kept secret and the people who stabbed him are a secret society trying to plot the downfall of krypton
something something bruce detectives his way through the mystery and kicks ass + horseback cuddling, starlit sex, probably them flirting with eachother in a tavern and having semi-public, semi-drunk sex out back LOL
(bruce having a conniption being around so many people at once and its Too Loud and!! he hates it!!!! so kal, who accidentally got a lil too drunk off wine, just takes him and kisses him silly in a dark booth at the back of the inn until he calms down mmm mm m mmm)
ANYWAY im never writing this fully so if anyone wants to steal this idea go for it!!