[arennx]

puppyboy clark kent SPREAD THE AGENDA Thank you. again service top clark not bottom clark❤️❤️❤️❤️

[shunamoina]

lmao was watching smth and i was like omg this would be so superbat and then the person moved slightly out of frame and there was a batman plushie 😭😭😭😭

[mergreze-art]

everytime I enter a fandom someone gets monstrified

[drawinginterest]

Drawing some more superbat cause they're super fun! I swearrrrrrr I need more Injustice Superbat fics cause the angst in those are just MMMMMMMMM SOOOO GOOOD UuU

[outboardd]

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

-🦖

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.

[oneofblogs]

用了CS5玩了動畫… 不過CS6的動畫真心不會用…需要大大教我TT

[nigaki]

I think merman Bruce x fisherman Clark is funny because eventually they have sex (how? That doesn’t matter). Ever since then Bruce hasn’t showed up and Clark thinks he just accidentally killed off some rare sea animal… just for Bruce to show up after 9 months with a baby dick

Bruce didn't know English when they first met, but he learned some broken phrases from Clark over the months they befriended each other.

So when Bruce appears with a baby, he drops it in shocked Clark's arms and says: "You, me, baby."

Clark faints.

[olenndo0]

superbat love square inspired by #that post by the supah cool @y3np3ws

[bbbbbbbbatman]

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

[nigaki]

Clark holding little Babian at arms length, asking him what is he supposed to do with him and all of his siblings. How does one take care of merbabies?!

[capricious-bastard13]

Just got an idea: What if Clark is a soldier who's been deployed to the front lines.

And he's attending this week-long party.

Bruce is an unsupervised socialite drinking martinis and daiquiris, and is the prettiest person in the room.

Clark gets sent to the front lines, and he has Bruce's photo in the back of his pack of cigarettes that he stares at longingly. Each time he gets a new ration of cigarettes, he puts the sticks into his emptying pack just so he doesn't get the chance of losing Bruce's photo if he ever moves the photo to a new pack.

Eventually though, something happens and Clark is declared as missing in action. Bruce is devastated, doesn't lose out on hope that Clark's still alive.

But as the years pass, Bruce is eventually sent a letter that Clark is now declared as being killed in action. No amount of people telling Bruce to just move on and let go will stop him.

He keeps up the hope that Clark is alive somewhere he can't reach with his money.

Bruce gets a statue of Clark's likeness erected in the garden. It is very specifically not a grave or a tomb. Just a reminder to him of what Clark looks like. He also wrote in his will, very specifically, that he will be buried next to the statue, once he dies.

Bruce spirals as more years pass, growing depressed to delusional, to just being so afflicted with the belief that Clark is still alive that Bruce is prescribed with anti-psychotic drugs in the hopes that he stay sane.

Bruce dies at the age of 87.

Years pass and Clark gets to live up to 100. He's been on the run, constantly hiding and trying to escape enemy lines. He was also a prisoner of war at some point of his life.

But he does finally manage to find his way back to Stateside. Once he's back, he finds out that he's outlived Bruce. That Bruce had been waiting for him all these years and that Clark was officially labelled as dead for over 50 years at this point.

Clark buries a self-made ring, one that he made while he was a prisoner, one that he used to think about being worn on Bruce's left ring finger, into Bruce's grave and apologises for being so late, and asks if Bruce could wait a bit more.

The funniest part about all of this is that Bruce and Clark didn't spend a lot of time with each other.

The party was 7 days long, sure, but in those 7 days, the time that Clark and Bruce spent together was around 12 hours total.

Most of their relationship after that party was spent in correspondence while Clark was out on the front lines, lmao.

Bruce still does have his kids. Some he gave birth to, some he didn't. And there's a photo of Clark sitting on a fireplace mantle. It's folding two-piece (?) picture frame, where one side is of Clark's old, greying new recruit photo, and the other side of Bruce that gets changed out every few years as Bruce gets older and older.

[starry-eyed-princesss]

Clark is 22, when he memorises every single minute detail of his heart.

Clark is 25, when he learns almost all of the medical practices necessary to save his life. It takes him 3 years to learn about it all but he never backs down.

Clark is 27, when he learns about ASL and BSL to understand him better than anyone else, it doesn't take him much time to master both of the languages and understand them clearly.

Clark is 30, when he memorises every single street and tunnel and hidden places in Gotham. The excessive lead makes it exceptionally difficult for him to complete the task but he never gives up. He spends his free time travelling the city on foot to make sure he has it all memorised, so that he can always find him in the case of an emergency.

Clark is 34, drowning in horror and grief as he holds his cold body in his arms unable to think rationally and does the only thing that his soul is screaming at him to do, he throws him in the pit, going against every rule and moral he stood for but he would rather have him angry at Clark them have him dead.

Clark is 37, when he saves his identity from getting revealed to the whole world, the whole ordeal almost killed him and even tho he doesn't like Clark meddling in his business, Clark would not sit still and watch him get ruined in front of the whole world.

Clark is 40, when he gets the complete and unrestricted access to his cave, and Clark understands that it's his way of telling him that he is ready to address and commit to the thing that has been growing between them for decades.

Clark is 43 and Bruce is 45, when they publicly announce their engagement and get married at a remote location. Sealing their fate together forever.

[fk-sm]

drew Clark in Kryptonian clothing for a commission!!

I really love this design

[blgblue]

inspired by leave no trace by @etexcrucior :)

[nepobebe]

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.

---

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

---

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."

---

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!!

[robs-your-robins]

Had this thought of Bruce hating the taste of alcohol so that's why he tries to host as many of his wild bashes at the Manor or on WE property so Alfred can serve him non-alcoholic shots and mocktails without it being caught. He had to once throw away a really nice n/a mojito because Ollie pointed out it had no booze and he had to drink a real one, it ruined his night completely. And it's not just civilian parties or get togethers, even at JL events, Bruce has to pretend to drink because he thinks they will make fun of him. Clark finds out and immediately comes up with the plan that if they're at the same parties, he will down the shot for Bruce when nobody is looking and put the glass back in his hand before anybody notices. However, somebody notices, Barry, and he of course blabs and the JL is putting the pieces together at the next event, Bruce going tee-total, Clark stood nearby and... watching Bruce intently? Obviously, there can only be one explanation.

8yo Dick Grayson, skipping along next to Bruce: I'm so happy, B

Bruce, thinking it's because he let Dick stay up late to go to the JL party: That's great, chum.

Dick: I'm going to be such a good big brother, B.

Alfred: *almost crashes the car*

[nepobebe]

pregnant bruce wayne whos still very early but he always always always has his palm pressed against his lower tummy and he's always murmuring all low so he can get used to talking to them

sometimes one of the kids will come searching for him cause they havent seen him all day and theyll stumble upon him in his mother's old drawing room, all curled up on her velvet couch cuddling the little baby blanket that bruce himself got brought home in...........

bruce sometimes wandering into the old nursery and staring at the handcrafted crib his father had commissioned and wondering if itd be disrespectful to their memory if he used it for his new little one, or if his parents would be happy its getting used again (or if theyd be proud of him for making it this far)

bruce constantly checking on the other kids from the shadows, sneaking around corners to make sure they dont need anything, sometimes appearing out of nowhere to hand damian a sweater or give tim a snack because he's worried about them (and doesnt want them to think he'll Stop payong attention to them just because theres a new baby on the way)

bruce having mental breakdowns every other week because he still goes out as batman putting his baby in danger and always fearing when he's gonna grt punished for it. when this happiness is gonna end

bruce requesting that alfred (and clark) handle all his meals and nutrients and vitamins because if he handles it himself he'll get obsessive and itll trigger his eating disorder ヽ(;´ω｀)ﾉ and he doesnt wanna harm lil baby ever

clark cuddling up behind him on hard nights and kissing his cheek and tucking a blanket around both of them, telling bruce how proud he is of him and hoe happy he is to get to share this with him even when its the most difficult. only the first trimester but even that little bit of encouragement gives bruce strength every single time. and hopr (something he rarely allows himself) that itll all work out !!

[ultraviolettefan]

Dick: "Okay, who's the hottest person you could think of right now?"

Clark, in tears: "Your mother."

Dick: "He's not here right now, you can be honest with me."

Clark: "Your mother is a ten."

Dick: "He's a 7 at best!"

Clark: "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"