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SEBASTIAN KYLE.

[🐱] ——- bruce always made sure to leave his mark, and it always was noticed by whomever had the pleasure and privilege to bed the jewel thief. sometimes it even made the other party feel a little uncomfortable, but at times there had been signs of a competition where the person would leave a mark over bruce’s — or beside it. which had enraged the billionaire on a few occasions and had gotten sebastian in plenty of sexual punishments that he thoroughly enjoyed. “mhmmmm, with a collar and dressed all nicely? that would the dream, wouldn’t it? have me really be your little wife. wifed up for you, to pleasure you and treat you good after a rough day at work.. or a night of roaming the rooftops.” another slap, another sneering smirk thrown up at the man. humming as the pace was continued, but quickened; eyes wide and fully blown with persistence notable in them. humming as she took the man’s brutal face fucking, humming and coughing around him as he promised his first load. eyes closing and ready to feel the man’s thick white semen cover the entirety of bruce’s princess’ face. “yes, daddy. give it to me, please.”

“don’t tell me unless you want me to do that, princess.. i’ll collar you up, put you in some pretty little dresses, and keep you in the house to take care of when i’m at work” he loved the idea of making sebastian his wife, maybe even locking his cock up to keep him away from other men and remind sebastian who the man in the relationship was - bruce. “you want that, don’t you? i’ll buy you all the pretty things you could possibly ever want and you’d have my cock every day” he growled as he stroked his cock, feeling the load ready to shot and when it did... it shot all over the thief's face, getting in her mouth as well. 

“fuck.” he growled, still horny once he finished his first load. “you think you could handle daddy for round two? i wanna breed your hot, little cunt”

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helenoxwayne

He foresaw this speech coming and honestly, he felt himself completely over it. “Please, spare me.” He reached up to remove the dark violet domino mask from over his eyes, casting his glance past his father. “You’ve got no problem beating those low lives to an inch of their life and dropping them off to Arkham where they end up being killed anyway. But then you want to reprimand me anytime I let drop a body. What is the difference, Dad? Those weren’t men that could be redeemed. So I didn’t hold back.” He explained moving past the other detective towards the infirmary of the Batcave. The scuffle had not gone without getting a few slashes from the bastards that had pulled a knives on him. One of them had managed to actually get a good slice into his outer left thigh. The wound was shallow, and just needed to be sterilized and wrapped; he counted his blessings on that much.

”Plus them being dead means they won’t have a chance to get their hands on those or any other kids ever again. You may be pissed at me but I see it as a win.” 

bruce could remember what it was like to be that young and angry at the world like heleno seemed to be in the moment. he had wanted to seek vengeance on he man who killed his parents and when he found the man, it didn’t resolve anything and bruce had so much turmoil from there on. “you know it’s not that easy, boy” he said in a stern voice. “i get rough with criminals because most of them could kill me or you if they got the chance.” bruce always hoped the best for them, a lot of people had mental issues and he had hoped arkham would be suitable to help them one day but that never happened. 

“i don’t want you to make that decision, heleno. i let you go alone tonight as a test and you failed. i’ll need to have you go with me from now on”

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LEWIS LANE.

This entire city always seemed so sleek and bright. It almost annoyed him at times at how it stayed looking so beautiful. It was like it never had a bad day. The facade it gave off was so annoying at times. Lewis knew the underbelly of the city. He knew what was really beneath the gleaming buildings. There were other cities he had been to on assignment or travel that seemed way more normal. It didn’t seem to pretend nothing was going on when the sun went down. That’s what drove him to tell those stories too expose the city for what it really was.Hell, he had stepped toe to toe with one of the worst at trying to cover it up, and that was Lex Luthor. He had stared the most morally bankrupt person in the eyes and walked out unscathed multiple times. He had to shake his head just at the thought.

“Don’t be. It always happens in this town. Once you get the good story and it’s about to uncover something, they disappear.” He looked down at the empty glasses before taking the new one in his hand. He raised it before quickly down the burning liquid and laughed. “Damn.” That was all he could say for a moment as he regained some kind of composure. “Mind if I ask what kind of business, Mr. Wayne?” Lewis shot back instinctively. Hearing the question posed to him, he leaned up a bit and smirked. “Keeping you company seems like a great idea.” With a wink to Bruce, he threw his hand up signalling for two more shots.

gotham knew what it was, the city always seemed to be gloomy and ready to rain with the dark, gray clouds that seemed to fill the skies. it was a dark city with a lot of evil beings that spawned from it and nobody tried to hide it behind some glamour the way metropolis did. their biggest evil wasn’t a mob boss or some clown, it was someone who ran in the same circles as bruce wayne. the notorious lex luthor. 

lewis was quick to go into reporter mode with his questions, even after taking a shot of vodka and clearly intoxicated in that moment. “i had to discuss the plans wayne enterprises has in metropolis” he said, bruce already had business in the shining city but it was thriving and he wanted to add to it. “wonderful” he said with a smile as the bar tender brought two more shots and bruce quickly downed the second shot. “do you wanna stay here or head somewhere a little more... cozy?”

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DAMIAN WAYNE.

Damian had done something stupid while on the island. He’d read the signs wrong, utterly and completely wrong by the way his father reacted. When they had been in their private villa, small whispers back and forth on plans for future training. Something in his gut told him to do it. Something was begging him to try. So in a flash he had reached out and kisses his father, desperate, heated, and needy. But there had been no response. Damian had ran after that. Stayed away from his father throughout the rest of the trip, and even had Jon fly him home so that he wouldn’t have to run into the older man. But now it was his turn for patrol of Gotham with Bruce. And he’d arrived a little early in hopes of getting some air before the night started. Hiding out in his room he prayed Alfred wouldn’t mention that he was here just yet. @notamadman

while on the island with his family, bruce had a conversation with damian about training and well... one thing lead to another and the boy ended up giving a heated kiss to bruce in the moment and the patriarch had been shocked to the point he couldn’t process what damian had done. when he didn’t say anything, damian fled and flew off the island. now bruce was home and he needed to talk to damian. tonight they were patrolling gotham so it was his chance. “damian?” he asked as he opened the boys bedroom door to find him there. “we ne need to talk”

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SEBASTIAN KYLE.

[🐱] ——- dark eyes never lost eye contact as bruce took hold of sebastian’s dark hair, combing through it as he bobbed his head up and down the man’s shaft. smugly staring down at the beautiful thick and curvy burglar that he knew, belonged to him to a certain extent. he would always remind sebastian that he was his’. with another one of the slaps to his face, a firm bite mark or even a nicely pushed in buttplug to keep in his semen. to make sure, the burglar was marked up from the inside and would feel like bruce was still inside of them. “i know i will be,” sebasitan smiled; eyes filled with a few tears that came with the effort of the blowjob. “but even princesses want to move on sometime in their lives,” he mumbled with a smile. he was thinking of throwing in someone in particular, with whom sebastian had a thing going on as well. but he didn’t want to make this a sour situation – he liked this, he liked the danger of them being caught and the danger of bruce’s dominance. so, maybe when things would pass by — he would mention it. “mhmmmmm, yes, daddy, i’m sorry, daddy.” she replied back and opened up as bruce took control; fucking his face with vigor and persistence as sebastian merely took it. making plenty of noise as that thick shaft was pushed down his throat. “ghhhh—”

—— the dark knight was not naive, he was well aware that his beloved had other lovers who fucked him well and had the cat crawling back to them. bruce had his fair share of lovers, such as beau, but at the end of the day sebastian and bruce would always be drawn back to each other like magnets pushing against one another. he had to remind sebastian who he belonged to if it was from a slap on the face, scratch and bite marks, love marks, or breeding his cunt and plugging him up.”mhmm i don’t think so, baby girl...” he scolded the other for mentioning such a thing. “does daddy need to keep you locked up? maybe keep you in my mansion as well?” bruce called the shots and he’d remind the other. another firm slap on sebastian’s cheek, there was a loud bop when he did it before his cock returned to the others mouth. picking up pace, bruce knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. “you ready for daddy’s first load, princess?” but before he could wait for an answer, he pulled his cock out and stroked it; ready to shoot his load on his girls face to mark her. 

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LEWIS LANE.

This bustling city was the first place Lewis had ever felt like was his home. He was so used to moving around, changing schools, and finding new acquaintances that he always felt it was impossible to find a place that felt that way. It was weird. When his father was gearing up for his next relocation, he knew he had to stay. He had to. This place was everything. It had the university with a top tier journalism program, The Daily Planet, and a caped hero flying around saving the day. Hell, the fact that they also had 24 hour chinese restaurants was also a major plus.

Even with such a perfect city, there were bad days that could make any man rethink why he was here. That was also how he ended up in this same bar at least two times a week. It stayed pretty dead, and no one from work could find it. It was his own piece of heaven in the shit storm that was this day. At first, he thought he’d be drinking alone telling his woes, yet again, to the bartender who’s name he never knew. Probably a bad thing, but oh well. As his eyes fell on the brooding, temptation that was Bruce Wayne, he just smiled big. “That would be me.” He tilted his head and let out a sigh. “No story tonight, sadly.” He watched as the bartender appeared with two shots and just chuckled. “I also lost my lead on a new story.” He admitted. “And Perry wanted the story ready for tomorrow’s paper, so I got told it was time to go home, Lane.” He looked over at the man. “But, better question, what brings you here?”

the city of metropolis felt so... foreign to bruce. sure there were some petty criminals and villains out there but the worst metropolis had was lex luthor who was a billionaire like bruce and used his wealth to try and take down superman though that never worked out for him. the city felt so quiet to bruce, he was used to the constant noise and chaos that filled gotham - it never ended and he had become accustomed to that. the bar was fairly dead as well, in gotham it’d have a mob boss in the corner with his goons planning their next heist. 

“i’m sorry to hear that” he said as the bartender handed them two shots, bruce picked his shot glass up to toast with lewis who he assumed would take the other. raising it, he took the shot and swallowed the vodka in one shot before putting the shot glass back down on the counter. “i’m in town to do some business with a few colleagues for wayne enterprises and i thought i’d stop by for a quick drink” he said as he leaned against the counter. “care to keep me company?”

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TALIA AL GHUL.

talia’s downpour of emotion wasn’t something that was highly characteristic of the assassin. emotion was a trait he had learned to cut off and bury ties with at a young age thanks to the influence of his father. even with this act of vulnerability, even directed at bruce, someone he’d shared many things with; talia was uncomfortable. it was much better to gloss over the whole thing. arguing with bruce wasn’t something he wanted to do. it just sort of happened as it always did.

“he was perfect before. you’ve changed him…some for the better. i can agree to that but he can’t pretend to be all wayne and forget about the parts of him that are me. he needs us both. at some point we have to recognize that. he’s not an asset that one of us can possess, which is incredibly hard for me.” he sighed, leaning toward bruce with his eyes glazed at all the horrors ra’s could have done had he succeeded. 

“ra’s is taken care of…for now at least. he always finds a way back but for now, he’s indisposed. so you can either trust that i’m going to protect my-our son. or continue trying to get between us.”

talia and bruce would never see eye to eye on things - bruce was a vigilante who used what the league taught him to fight crime and save gotham from itself and he was trying to teach damian to use his gifts for the same thing while talia was an assassin and used his gifts for other things. both wanted their son to succeed but that was different in both of their eyes. 

“i’m not trying to strip him of his al ghul blood, talia” bruce tried to reason with his ex wife. he had helped damian filter and hone his skills for something greater but he would always fight with bruce on things. “you don’t see it but i see so much of you in him. his smile, his eyes, the way he speaks to me.. the way he fights with me is identical to how we do.” despite everything, he never wanted his son to forget who his mother or strip him of that. talia made a point that he needed both of them. 

“alright, i believe you” he said, his eyes examined the others face. he always knew when talia lied to him and he seemed sincere and vulnerable at the moment. “i will talk to him and let you two speak.. but i don’t want you sneaking him away or trying to return him to the league.” he knew talia well, the other was cunning and even now he’d have to keep an eye on him. 

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HELENO WAYNE.

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Heleno had been busy that night par usual as a member of Gotham’s network of vigilantes. Though reported on the news tonight would be a story that played out differently from the typical apprehension of criminals in Gotham.

Just as Heleno slipped into the Batcave, he witnessed his father viewing one of the many monitors of his computer displaying the news of a children’s sex trafficking ring having ended in multiple fatalities. The children in question were safe but those who had been ushering them about like cattle were found dead. Only two members of the Batfamily were known to willingly wash their hands with blood. The Redhood and The Hunter. Normally those riddled with bullets were the victims of the former but these criminals were found dead with black arrows lodged in their hearts and throats.

 “Before you even get angry. I’m just going to say that they deserved it.” He spoke to his father, approaching the Dark Knight sat in his chair as if he were a monarch on his throne. “I saved the public their tax dollars to feed and cloth those bastards in prison.”

somehow bruce had spawned three unruly children - one was jason who resented him for what had happened to him and reminded bruce daily that he was a fuck up while the other two had been his children genetically. damian was unyielding and had al ghul blood running through his veins and a trained assassin though he had shown discipline in recent years and was doing better where heleno was wild and untamed. 

he had let the boy go out and stop the human trafficking of children when bruce found the headquarters where they were being kept. he had to let the boy go out on his own and learn to be a hero the right way but he had shown that he had a lot to learn. the reports showed the children were unarmed but the two criminals were found dead with arrows. sitting in the chair overlooking the screens, he turned around to his son when the boy came in. 

“what have i told you about killing?” he asked calmly, getting up from his seat and approaching the boy. “it’s not your call to make”

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LEWIS LANE.

It had been one of those days. One of those god awful ones that lead to drinking an entire bottle of tequila. That was the kind of day Lewis was having. First, his story on the waste dumping was taken and given to some new kid. Then, he lost his lead on a story involving a string of robberies around town, and he tried to get it back. He tried desperately, but his source disappeared without so much as a fuck off. A deep sigh escaped him as he perched himself up on the bar stool. God, he needed every drink he could order at that moment.

As the bartender approached, he spoke. “Shots of something strong, and keep them coming.” He ordered out with a cheeky smile. The man behind the counter nodded and slammed a glass on the bar and began filling. As quick as it was filled, he would down it. This was a repetitive process for a good few minutes. Lewis was done with today, and he wanted to forget every little thing. Around shot 5 or 6, he saw a man approaching and turned to stare at him. “Well, hello there.”” It took him a moment to realize who it was. It was Bruce Wayne in all of his dark and handsome glory. “Care for a drink?” He chirped out smiling barely tipsy. It paid to be an army brat when it came to shots, or any alcohol for that matter.

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metropolis had never been home to bruce wayne, he felt like a foreigner in the city that seemed to be bright out and cheery at all hours and every day of the year. maybe it was the gothamite in him, but metropolis felt like the polar opposite of gotham. two sides of the same coin. but bruce had some business to attend to for wayne enterprises, so he saw in the city for the day. after dealing with what he needed, bruce decided to stop by a popular bar for a quick drink before he returned to his hotel room for the evening.

stepping inside, it seemed pretty dead.. he assumed it wasn’t a busy night for the bar which was even better for bruce. he preferred as few people as possible. approaching the bar, he was greeted by a familiar face before the bartender came over. “lewis?” he asked, not expecting to see the other big time reporter at a bar like this. “what are you doing here?” he asked as he sat down besides the other and ordered two shots for them. “i assumed you’d be off writing a story”

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starter call for bruce !!

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BEAU GORDON.

beau loved being bruce’s lil girl, and he wasn’t sure many would understand but no one really had to. the young red head was content between the two of them, and he relaxed into the touch almost instantly. “i do think that would be cute, i would rock something purple and yellow, but that’s just my aesthetic, you know that..” he murmured, sliding in closer than, turning to look at the older man, his ass resting neatly against bruce’s bulge. “daddy, i’m getting really warm in here..” his voice almost a whimpery whisper, hips rocking now.

bruce loved beau being his lil girl, he fed into the kink in a way that nobody else could - not even sebastian or talia, both of which fed into his feminization kinks. beau was so young and delicate and was the perfect daughter bruce could spoil and splurge on. "mhmm, we could go shoopping when we get back home.. we'll go wherever you want" beau had his own credit card thanks to bruce, he let the red head buy whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. "you wanna get out of the tub, princess?" grinding his bulge against the others fat ass that was positioned on his crotch.

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KAI STARR.

No. Kai wasn’t oblivious to the passing glances that came his way—even those ones that came from Bruce Wayne himself; and sure Kai had felt conscious at times; how those eyes take on that kind of gleam when his big muscle breasts swell against his suit for a bounce, cleavage deepening within the hole of his suit too. But it wasn’t like Bruce was keen to feel him up ——— not until that moment where he got Kai at the very right moment. Caught. Pried. Clutched. Plucked. Where his tease brought on greater shame as the heat that Bruce goaded on only grew, only bloomed—cloyed. That while the panic of having a respected member of the league play him as such, the sensations—fuck—they were coming at him and his growing need. Kai felt his tight pucker clench at the teasing fingers as his grasp onto the man’s wrists came weak. Bruce—Bruce got him real good.

“—s-sir!” the gasp, the jerk, had the buxom hero tense up so suddenly that his beefy breasts jiggled at the jolt that sparked at his heat even further—so much that he bucked against the seeking fingers as his pucker twitched on and tingled even more. “——— p-please… feel so t-tight…” he sighed, pecs rolling on as he felt his form weaken even more. “—f-fuck me…”

the kryptonian knew how to please his partners, he was infamous for being a playboy and player for a reason. he had a number of conquests who had all gossiped about the way the dark knight had pleased them and that only made his reputation grow and the number of conquests grow over the years. finger running over the others nipple, he massaged it while his other fingers were probing and fucking the boys hole wide open for him.

"that's it, boy.. tell your sir exactly what you want" he said as he nipped at the blondes neck some more, leaving love marks along the others neck so everyone would know that the boy was wrecked when they return to the group. pulling his fingers out, he pulled them up to the blondes lips and forced them in his mouth. "clean daddy up, taste your hole" he said as his free hand moved from the others tit to undo his swim trunks and let his cock out.

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BEAU GORDON.

beau easily found himself in bruce’s lap, cuddling up with him and just finding the position not only comfortable but familiar. he always just fit. “i do look great in the shade of a palm tree, wearing next to nothing..” he said, grinning and tilting his head to expose more of his neck to the older man. “i would like that, though, you should definitely take your baby girl some place nice more often.”

his baby girl now in his lap, bruce wrapped his arms around the boys waist and nipped at his neck affectionately. he had a special place in his heart for the young red head and the boy could do anything and get away with it because bruce couldn’t tell beau no. “mhmm, take you somewhere nice so i can have all the alone time with you” bruce said as he grinded his bulge against the others ass. “maybe buy you some pretty little bikini to wear.” his hand running down the others torso. 

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SEBASTIAN KYLE.

[🐱] ——— now that was off the table, it was back to business. of course, the matter they discussed wouldn’t happen today. at least, sebastian didn’t think so due to the current mood bruce seemed to be in. desperate to show his dominance and the alleged claim he held over his baby girl. “mhmmm, yes, sir,” she hummed as she stared up at him. watching him through thick beautifully curved eyelashes. “there he is,” sebastian hummed as he undressed in front of her, or well, getting rid of the remainder of clothing he wore. letting that cock spring free from the tightness as to be stroked before pushed in between the crevice of those tan juicy tits that sebastian kyle was infamous for. “——-shit,” he hummed as hands pushed those tits more firm around that thick shaft. “mhmmm, yeah, yeah—- there you go, fuck those tits daddy– fuck them good.” sebastian encouraged as he wiggled them along, humming as those plump lips parted and able to catch the man’s cock if he would shove it up higher or when he’d spurt out cum or pre. “you should do that, mark me up as yours—- your lil’ kitten.”

once his cock was sprung free, bruce planted it between his baby girls tits he had known all too well. bruce liked to dress sebastian up in all sorts of things, including pretty bras and corsets that accented his tits and frame even more and gave a nice, little illusion. the dark knight thrusted his cock up and down, watching the tits jiggle and his cock head pushing against the others lips. “mhmm, gotta make sure all these boys know who you belong to” he growled. no matter how many boys fucked sebastian, the man would always come back to bruce and his bed. he continued to push against his tits, grabbing the others hair. “finger your cunt open for me, princess. get yourself nice and wet for daddy to breed you”

[notamadman]

KAI STARR.

With what little struggle he could muster—not even spurned on by actual want to break free—Kai felt that weight of familiarity; of how he has had his fair share of vile hands that had their seeking touch find home at the heavy slabs of his breasts. Stealing a touch. Copping a feel. But right then, to be within Bruce’s embrace, to coax out a gently sob of a moan from a tease of a pluck and a flick, felt all too different. Confusion. Panic. To be safe within one that Clark considered an ally and yet one that had easily took the chance to take him on and speak of such things—voice soft and low and melted like silk into his ear, touch gentle yet meaning as Kai felt himself being teased like he’s some special fruit—got him even more vulnerable as his own need took comfort in such familiar touch. Fuck. Bruce. What is he doing to him?

“ ——— ah, s-sir—” Kai gasped on—only to feel a soft croak spill out of his lips the moment he felt it try and stretch him. Heat surged. Body tensed. That while another moan the Kryptonian clenched around it much to his shame as he and his body continued to admit to the need that plagued him. A buck. “—o-oh…” he sighed, muscles flexing with his squirm against the strong form that pressed from behind him—one to which he bucked on as he felt his will give in a bit more with the tease that had him teetering onto such heated surrender.

kai had some of the best tits in all of the galaxy, they were so big and seemed to jiggle with every breath that the kryptonian took - barely able to fit into any piece of clothing he wore, looking like they were ready to pop out at any given second. so it came to no shock that a variety of men had tried to feel the other up and did so, like bruce did. he had been an admirer of the others body for years now but never acted on it until he saw kai in such a sexually needy position. “you’ve got some of the best tits i’ve ever seen, baby.. it’s no wonder even man wants to a cop a feel and fuck your brains out.”

digit still buried in the others hole, bruce continued to nip at his neck and leave little love marks as he added another finger to open the man up and get his hole nice and ready for a cock since bruce had no intention of leaving kai unfinished, he was going to split kai open in the cove and going to leave him a blubbering mess. “yes, boy?” he asked in the others ear, scissoring his hole open some. “you like daddy fingering you open? just wait till its my cock splitting you in half.. you want that, boy?”

[doitforthemoodboard]

Character Aesthetics: Batman

BRUCE WAYNE (AKA THE BATMAN)

“Because he’s the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So we’ll hunt him. Because he can take it. Because he’s not our hero. He’s a silent guardian. A watchful protector. A Dark Knight.”