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mitytheclown

"but they are not canon"

Do I look like I give a fuck

reubyanne

Jason loves to read and he can write an excellent level of essay.

what else does he love? annoying Bruce.

so, what did he do as a hobby?

writing fanfiction of Bruce Wayne or Batman with anyone he can think of.

Superbat? done, 10k words, slowburn, friends to lovers.

Batlantern? done, 11k words, smut, enemy to lovers.

Wonderbat? done, 15k words, dom!diana, omegaverse.

Brucebat? done, 9k words, identity revealed, childhood friends.

Twobats? done, 10k words, secret love, childhood friends to lovers.

Batjokes? done, 3k words, gore, Major character death (J).

The book was so good, when Jason converted one of the fic into a book (change name etc.) he won the best selling book ever in Gotham.

Tim, reading one of Jason's books: i know this storyline seems familiar!

Jason: ...

Jason: which one did you read?

Tim: ...

Tim, whsipering: the wonderbat ones.

$fractualized blog's avatar$

fractualized

[Batman (1940) #678]

Nobody told me Tim once stole Bruce's diary and ate Doritos while he quietly snarked at Bruce's obsession with Joker.

mightbebobbie

“my batsuit is bulletproof-“

“please let me have this, bats”

~~

a dan mora study but superbat flavored ☝️🤝🫶

mromitosen

I am a PASSIONATE commenter on fanfiction, but sometimes it slows down my reading because I don't want to read if I don't have the mental energy to leave the long comments I want to

Still, as an author, I know even a short note can mean the world.

So, I put together a little guide with different “levels” of comments, so it’s easier to leave something without overthinking!

Hopefully this helps someone else too!

howtokillavampire

but what if i read one of your fanfics and then went to your ao3 account and read all of your fanfics and left a comment on every single chapter of every single one and you got spam emails from all of my kudos and comments and it made you smile, what then? what if i brighten your day with my words like you did mine, what then???

ohwhatagloomyshow

“First and foremost I’m writing for myself,” I hiss through my teeth, resisting the urge to refresh my email for an Ao3 message for the 100th time.

emobanana22

Being not a teenager on this app feels exactly like this fr

butchmary

jaw fucking drop everybody look at this tiktok

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

SUPERBAT AU

The law is clear. Justice is not.

Sheriff Clark Kent lived by the badge — until the day he was framed for murder. Stripped of his honor, hunted by his own town, he is drawn into the world of Bruce Wayne — a wanted man who believes in justice on his own terms.

As Clark rides deeper into the shadows with him, he learns that truth can be twisted, power can be bought, and the most dangerous choice he’ll ever face may be the one that comes from his own heart.

#bruce wayne #clark kent #ao3fic #fanfics #superbat #gay #fanfic #western au #boys in love

mightbebobbie

Clark Kent gets exclusive interview with Gotham's favorite billionare playboy 💥

[full nsfw pic on my bluesky]

mightbebobbie

“my batsuit is bulletproof-“

“please let me have this, bats”

~~

a dan mora study but superbat flavored ☝️🤝🫶

socialmaya

lierdumoa

This is why I have no sympathy whatsoever for anti-intellectuals who complain when discussion posts use too much academic language. "You can't expect me to whip out a dictionary every time you post—" BITCH I LOOKED UP "AHEGAO" FOR YOU. OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF MY HEART.

SUPERBAT AU- SNEAK PEAK

DICK GRAYSON - Thief and Horseman. Three counts of robbery, two counts of jailbreak, wanted in Missouri and Kansas. WANTED - DEAD OR ALIVE.

The boy's grin was half-formed in the sketch, brimming with a kind of careless daring. Clark dragged a hand across his jaw, exhaling slow. Kids weren’t supposed to look like that. Not unless the world had failed them out the gate.

Hal leaned down and tapped the bottom of the sheet with one finger. "Here's the part that matters."

Clark followed his finger. His eyes caught the name printed small beneath the charges. His throat went tight.

"That can't be right."

"It's right," he said. "Confirmed in three counties."

Clark's grip tightened on the paper until it creased. He rose - controlled, careful. Not out of calm, but necessity. The chair scraped too loud across the floor. Clark didn't look at Hal, but he felt the glance. His grip had gone too tight again.

He crossed to the bounty board. Heavy steps. Deliberate.

At its center, sun-bleached and scorched, hung the old poster.

The sketch - wide-brimmed hat, cloaked shoulders, a smear of shadow where a face should be - was barely worth the lead. Half rumor, half outline. Nobody ever really saw him clearly, or lived long enough to swear they had.

But Clark knew it all the same. He had known it for years.

The black bat burned into the parchment glared back at him. He stared at it for a long moment, breath sharp through his nose.

"Bruce 'the bat' Wayne." Clark bit down on the name, jaw tight, like it was something he’d rather spit than speak. "I pinned that the week I took the badge. Haven't touched it since."