idk i like really felt the need to write like, intense eldritch horror? and i don't have anyone irl to read it, so it's now DC fanfiction. people really liked this one specific chapter of a fic I wrote that had some kinda intense gore, and I really enjoyed writing it, so I wanted to do more idk. so i've started a new fic series. here's, idk, part of the first fic? idk here's what my rambling idea was: basically, someone from the court of owls (the talons are just creepy cryptid owl-creature things instead of human assassins) goes after clark kent and "The Batman" (another creepy eldritch horror being who used to be human but was idk infected? corrupted? after his parents' death and is now a giant bat-thing, along the same lines as like mothamn or smth idk) goes to save him and eats the talon/owl-thing after it tries to eat Ma Kent. i don't have a storyline beyond that, and I was just hoping for some ideas for this and for future fics in this series! comment and lmk your ideas
DC eldritch horror AU idk
TW for gore and horror and stuff. Superbat as teens, but instead of Bruce being Batman he's "The Bat-Man", part-time horrific creature of eldritch horror, YAYYY!! HOORAY FOR SCARY BRUCE! :D:D
The Kents lived in a tiny farm town, so obviously, there were a lot of ghost stories. Sure, Clark believed some of them. Most of them, even. He was a superhero; he’d seen enough to know that there were definitely things that went bump in the night. But he’d never actually been afraid of them. He could hear a heartbeat from across the world, could punch through solid steel. He had nothing to be afraid of.
At least, that’s what he thought.
It was a totally normal Thursday, he woke up, ate breakfast, blah blah blah, all the normal stuff. But he’d heard something, just before he could fall asleep. It sounded like an extra heartbeat (growing up in a tiny farm town with superpowers really just meant growing up bored. So bored, in fact, that he kept track of the exact number of heartbeats, human and animal, in Smallville). Scratch that, it sounded like three extra heartbeats. And one of them sounded really close.
Like, inside-the-walls close.
Clark sat up in bed, suddenly wide awake. He could hear faint, raspy breathing, a singular heartbeat, and, further away, twin hearts beating in perfect unison. There was someone, something, inside his house.
What in tarnation..?
The figure got farther away, and Clark’s mother screamed, sharp and shrill. Clark was at her side in less than a second.
“Ma! What-"
Standing in front of his mother was a giant owl. The owl shrieked, a grating, inhuman sound. Its beak, or, more accurately, its face opened to reveal rows of teeth, pointed forward in a V-shape. The skin at the sides of its jaw split, allowing the avian monstrosity to unhinge its jaw to what Clark estimated was around three feet (.9 meters).
Ewewewewewewewew. EW. Clark thought vehemently.
Before his mother could scream again, something dark and tendril-y pulled the bird-creature through the kitchen window.
Clark followed suit and instantly regretted it when the smell hit him. He gagged and looked down. The owl-thing was being eaten alive by some kind of bat…person..??? Clark was both wildly disgusted and mildly intrigued. The bat-man (or woman, or agender, or nonbinary, or any other option there is. Clark didn’t care if it was the scariest thing he’d ever seen in his life; he’d respect its pronouns, goshdarnit!) turned to him, entrails and tendons caught in its teeth.
‘EWWWWWWWW. EWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWWWWWWWW.’ Clark had to keep himself from flying to his room and never coming out again. He took a deep breath, and, ever the gentleman, greeted the creature. Or tried to, anyway.
“Um. Hello.”
To Clark’s surprise, the bat-person chittered back at him politely (or as politely as a not-quite-human-anymore bat-creature of eldritch horror could be).
“Okay, wow, didn’t expect that response. Uh, I’m Clark. Not really sure if you can understand me, but-“
Clark cut himself off when the being in front of him started to shift. Like, literally shift, like Clark could hear its bones changing their shape. A few seconds later and a very dapper, not-unattractive young person, probably around Clark’s age, was standing in front of him, wearing a suit of all things. It- They wiped a smear of blood from their mouth and cleared their throat. “I can understand you just fine, thank you.”
‘Ohmylanta what is happening right now.’ Clark fought back a blush. “Oh, uh, sorry, didn’t mean to assume.”
“It’s fine. I didn’t mean to probably traumatise your mother.”
“She’ll be okay. Probably.”
“Hm.”
There was a long pause of silence before the person spoke again.
“Well, I ought to get going. I’m sure my s- ahem, I’m sure my family is wondering where I am.”
“Wait! I, uh, I didn’t get your name.”
“Oh. It’s Bruce. Bruce Wayne.”
And just like that, Bruce Wayne was gone. Clark sat down in the damp grass outside and stared at the dead owl-thing. It was a while before Clark finally realised-
“Bruce WAYNE?? The King of GOTHAM???”
~end of chapter 1~
You can follow the series here:
https://archiveofourown.org/series/4740721
and the individual fic here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64347601
