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Do you ever think David Corenswet and Robert Pattinson see Superbat edits and fan art and wonder why they’re being shipped with someone they’ve never even met?

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I’m obsessed with the idea of Bruce Wayne being best friends with the Gotham Sirens—Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and Catwoman. Just picture it: regular girls’ nights where they all lounge around to talk shit, and gossip about everyone. Bruce is right there on Harley’s couch, drink in hand, a face mask on, and his nails getting painted while he vents about his situationship with Clark and the never-ending chaos of wrangling the Batkids. It’s unhinged, it’s wholesome, it’s hilarious—and I need this fic immediately.

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finally had time to finish an animation… acolyte vs the sun

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I need more fan art of Bruce and Clark sparring—sweaty, breathless, and on the floor. One of them being pinned beneath the other, muscles tense, big thighs on full display. I want that raw, physical intensity.😫🥵

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okay nobody talk to me right now I'm thinking about clark kent

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I love Bruce and Zatanna’s friendship so much. I can totally picture them in their angsty teen years just the type of chaotic best friends who are constantly sending each other random videos of themselves doing the dumbest shit at like 2 am.

From Bruce

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*16 year old bruce standing in his bathroom holding wax strips* leans close to the camera and whispers : “going to wax my arm pits but I have to be quiet because i dont want Alfred to wake up.”

*bruce applying the wax strip to his arm and then hyping him self to rip it of* mouths: ahh I’m scared.

RIPPPPP!!!!

Bruce Silent: “ahhhhhhhhh” *bruce biting his knuckles to be quiet, his face turning red and tears at the corners of his eyes*

KNOCK KNOCK “master Bruce are you alright in there”

*bruce snatching the phone in a panic and video ending*

From zatanna

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*Zatanna applying wax strips to armpit deadpan. RIP! No reaction* end video

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Prompt:

Clark Kent gets hit by a magic spell on a mission and wakes up in the Watchtower as a woman. At first, it’s super weird—his strength is still there, but everything feels off in a way he can’t quite explain. The League tries to help him adjust, promising it’ll wear off in a week, but as the days go by, something shifts.

Being a woman makes Clark see himself differently. Not just in the mirror, but emotionally too—he feels things more sharply, sees how people treat him differently, and starts to connect with parts of himself he always ignored or buried. There’s this weird, quiet sense of rightness in his body that he’s never felt before.

By day five, he doesn’t know if he wants to go back. He’s not sure if he was ever really comfortable as a man or if he was just used to it. Now, with this body, he feels whole in a way that scares him. And it makes everything confusing—his identity, his powers, his relationships, who he is.

When Zatanna tells him the magic is almost ready to reverse, Clark doesn’t know what to say. What if he doesn’t want to go back? What if this is who he was meant to be all along?

He’s Superman. But… what if he’s not? What if she is?

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Bruce takes Clark to an adult toy store for the very first time and oh my god, it’s like watching a kid go into a candy store. Clark’s eyes go HUGE the second they walk in, like, “Why is everything shiny and shaped weird??” He’s immediately picking stuff up off the shelves like, “What’s this do?” and “Does this go inside someone?!” and Bruce - who’s clearly way too comfortable in this environment—is just casually answering like a walking encyclopedia of filth.

Bruce is like, “That one vibrates, that one stretches, that one sucks, and that one? You probably shouldn’t put that in your mouth, but people do anyway.” Meanwhile, Clark is blushing so hard he might actually combust, but he’s also weirdly into it??? Like this man’s holding up a sparkly plug like, “Huh. It’s kind of cute.”

Bruce starts suggesting things like he’s building a starter kit—“You’d probably like this one. Oh, and this—trust me.”

Suddenly there’s a whole basket of stuff. A basket. Of toys. Accessories. Batman and Superman-themed nonsense And a truly alarming amount of lube. Like rainbow flavors. Watermelon, cotton candy, maple syrup. WHY DO THEY NEED THIS MANY OPTIONS?

They leave the store looking very pleased with them selves and Clark keeps sneaking glances in the bag. Oh tell have to try everything as soon as they get home.

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Okay so I read this fic once where Clark was dealing with depression, and Jor-El suggested he start using Krypto as like, an emotional support dog because Krypto helps calm him down. And now I can’t stop imagining Clark taking Krypto everywhere with him like, as Superman on missions, just casually chilling with the Justice League, or even as Clark Kent going to the little café he likes in the mornings or walking Krypto in the park. It’s honestly the cutest thing ever.

And I keep picturing this scene in my head where Clark shows up at the Batcave for something and brings Krypto with him, and Damian immediately becomes obsessed. Like, he’s so serious about introducing Krypto to all his pets. So now you’ve got Krypto, Ace, and like, probably a turkey or whatever running around the Batcave while Bruce and Clark are trying to work. And then out of nowhere, Krypto just trots over to Clark and leans against his leg, and Clark smiles and scratches behind his ears without even looking. it’s such a soft little moment and I’m losing it. 🥺

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When Clark was a kid, I feel like his parents might’ve just said he was autistic or something and honestly, it would’ve made sense. I can totally picture him being that one kid at school assemblies wearing big noise-canceling headphones, quietly overwhelmed by all the sound and movement. He probably hated being touched because it made him feel overstimulated, and he’d get panic attacks pretty easily. But even with all that, he was still a cheerful, kind kid—he could hold a conversation, make friends, smile at strangers. Still, people would look at him and just think, yep, classic autism in that way where it’s obvious, but not in a bad way. Just… Clark being Clark.

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My goal in life is to have one of my tumblr post on one of those TikTok videos with the ai voice and the Minecraft in the background.

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When I read a super good fic summary and I’m like “OMG this is gonna be amazing,” but then I scroll down and see something like batkid/batkid or batkid/Batman and I’m just like NOPE. Instant ick. Why would you do that 😭💀

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“It’s a pretty great view, huh?”

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I LOVE IT 🥹

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I love the idea of the Justice League having social media accounts, just casually posting dance trends or jumping on whatever’s viral. I can totally picture the Trinity chilling in the Batmobile with Bat Burger, answering fan questions or doing some random Q&A livestream

Superman reading off his phone: “do you wear underwear under your suit or do you just free ball it?.. I actually wear my underwear on the outside of my suit, thought that was pretty obvious.”

Batman reading off his phone*deadpan*: “What cologne do you use because when you saved me the other day you smelt like BDSM on a Sunday morning and I loved it?.. I don’t use cologne.”

Wonderwoman reading off her phone: “What’s your secret for hair removal? You superwomen always have the smoothest skin! I need to know?.. an Amazonian waxing technique I’ll have to make a video about it soon.

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The amount of envy I feel for people who can create fanart is unreal. I have so many amazing ideas and just wish I could draw them myself 😭😭

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Bruce grinds his teeth in his sleep, and Clark, concerned, insists he see a dentist. Bruce ends up with a retainer he has to wear at night.

Clark: “You should wear that while you’re Batman too, you grind your teeth a lot on patrol.”

Bruce: “I’m not interrogating criminals with a spit-covered retainer. That’s not intimidating.”

Clark: smirking “I don’t know…I think it’s kind of hot.”

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I just feel like Clark would totally be into spiders and bugs. like, he’d genuinely love them. Not in a weird way, just in a soft “they’re misunderstood and unfairly judged and I relate to that” kind of way. You know, classic Clark: sees the beauty in everything.

And then I imagine one night in the Batcave. Bruce hasn’t moved from his computer in, like three days. He’s deep in detective mode, fully merged with the chair, and everyone’s tried everything to get him to take a break.

So Clark flies up to the roof of the cave, finds the biggest spider he can and just delicately places it right on Bruce’s keyboard.

Bruce glances down, sees it, and instantly goes full panic mode. there’s a very dignified yelp, maybe even a somersault, and he just books it out of the cave like it’s on fire. Meanwhile, Clark’s hovering there trying to look innocent, probably saying something like, “He just wanted a hug.