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@superbat-love
Superman: Wanna stop by Bat Burger for supper?
Batman: âŠAlright.
Superman: Great! Man, Iâm so hungry I could eat a whole building!
Batman:
Superman: I know that look. Youâre coming up with a contingency plan, arenât you? Itâs just a figure of speech, Bruce! >:[
Superman: Batman, I know it was you!
Batman: What are you upset about now, Superman?
Superman: My packed lunch in the Watchtower fridge, itâs gone missing again! Thatâs the third time this week!
Batman: What makes you think Iâd want your lunch? I have my own.
Superman: Because mine included Alfredâs special white chocolate cookies with cranberries! Youâre just bitter he didnât pack any in yours.
Batman: âŠIrrelevant.
Superman: You know what? Iâm checking the CCTV footage.
Batman:
Superman: There are missing minutes in the footage!
Batman: Hm. Perhaps the food thief is also a hacker. Clearly a security threat. They must be found.
Cyborg: Hey, donât look at me. I didnât touch your food.
Batman: Curious. Iâll open an investigation. Leave this to me, Superman. [flourishes cape and walks away dramatically]
Cyborg: Uh⊠want some of mine, Superman? We can share.
Superman: Itâs okay, Cyborg. Iâve already eaten.
Superman: [texting Alfred] Mission accomplished! Bruce ate the lunch out of sheer gleeful vindictiveness.
Dick: Clark, if you manage to stay as still as a statue for 10 minutes, Iâll make sure Bruce is free to go out with you this weekend. I guarantee 100% that he wonât be able to wriggle his way out of the date. If you lose, youâll have to fly me anywhere I want for a day.
Clark: Oh, is this some kind of challenge you kids are doing these days? Thatâs easy, I can do that.
Steph: Hey, guys.
Dick: Hey Steph. Weâre doing the statue challenge.
Steph: Oh, that. Anyway, I need help with writing an essay. Whatâs the past participle of think?
Dick: Itâs thoken. Break, broken. Think, thoken.
Clark: [twitching]
Steph: Thanks! âItâs often thoken that the worst form of punishment was deathâ. Howâs that?
Dick: [looking at her laptop screen] Hmm, youâre missing another ânâ in âpunishmentâ.
Steph : Ah, no wonder it looks off. Itâs âpunnishmentâ right?
Clark: No, itâs not! Give me that! [snatches Stephâs laptop and aggressively presses the backspace key]
Dick: [high fives Steph] Ha! You snost, you lost!
Best family transportation
Fantasy AU. âI should what?â
âIncubate the egg. I sense that this fetus has grown attached to your presence. It needs to absorb the aura of its caretaker to develop. Without it, the fetus will not survive, Batman.â
And thatâs how Batman ended up being convinced into strapping a dragon egg around himself during patrols, hidden under his cape. It was not a responsibility Bruce had anticipated when the Justice League apprehended a group of alien poachers, but he couldnât bring himself to abandon the stolen dragon egg and leave it to perish. Thankfully, the alien authorities had assured him that dragon eggs were physically resilient.
Whenever Bruce needed to attend meetings at Wayne Enterprises or charity events, he entrusted the egg to Clark, who was happy to babysit it, despite his usual wariness around magical creatures. All seemed well, until Bruce received a frantic call.
âBruce, I-I think the egg is hatching!â
Alarmed, Bruce canceled his meeting and rushed home. There, he found Clark hunched over the egg. The egg was shaking violently, and Bruce noticed a hairline crack spreading across its shell.
âI think itâs going toâLook out!â Clark shouted suddenly, tackling Bruce to the ground.
Bruce felt a wave of heat skim his cheek. Glancing up, he spotted a scorch mark on the wallâa mark that looked suspiciously like laser heat beams.
The sound of the shell splintering drew both menâs attention back to the egg. Its top half shattered, and a small head emerged.
âThatâs⊠a human baby,â Clark said, wide-eyed. âI thought they said itâs a dragon?â
The infant sat up, huffing icy breaths. He shook off fragments of shell clinging to his thick black hair and grumpily regarded the two men with bright blue eyes.
Across him, Bruceâs disgruntled expression mirrored the babyâs. âDragon-shifter,â Bruce muttered.
Lois: Arenât you going to pick up your phone? Itâs been ringing for the last half hour.
Clark: No. Itâs probably just a prank caller.
Lois: Thatâs one persistent prank caller. Are you sure itâs not urgent?
Clark: Yes, Iâm sure. The caller is probably just some random jerk who thinks everyone elseâs opinions are wrong and that heâs the only one whoâs right because heâs obviously the smartest guy in the room! Why should I talk to someone like that?!
Lois: Oookay, thatâs suspiciously specificâŠ
Delivery Man: [struggling to push a trolley filled with the biggest bouquet of roses anyone has ever seen through the office door] Hello, I have a delivery for Clark Kent?
Cat Grant: Omg, who is this from? [reads the card attached to the bouquet] âTo my dearest Clark, CALL ME. Love, Bruce Wayne.â
Random Employee 1: [murmuring] Did she just say Bruce Wayne? The billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne?
Random Employee 2: Omg, Clark, are you going to call him?
Random Employee 3: Wow, thereâs a drone show outside! Wait, itâs spelling out something... C-L-A-R-
Random Employee 4: Clark, you totally should! Call him, Clark! Hey, Clark, are you listening to me? Clark!
Clark: [standing up and screaming at the top of his lungs] Alright, already!
Cat Grant walked up to Clarkâs desk, holding an article draft in hand.
"Clark, can you help to look over this article beforeâ" she trailed off, realizing the man sitting at the desk wasnât Clark. "Mr. Wayne?!"
Bruce glanced up at her stunned expression and smiled, taking the paper from her. âClarkâs out on assignment,â Bruce said. âIâll handle this.â
Cat blinked, baffled, not quite sure how to respond.
Before she could say anything, the door slid open, and Clark stepped in. His brow furrowed at the sight of Bruce behind his desk. "Mr Wayne? What are you doing here? DidâŠsomething happen?"
Bruce didnât look up from the paper he was editing. "Iâm here because someone seems to be avoiding me."
Cat glanced back and forth between the two of them, her gossip columnistâs instincts kicking in. A Cheshire-like grin spread across her face. "Sooo, were you waiting for Clark, Mr. Wayne?"
Bruce leaned back in the chair, sighing dramatically. "Well, I havenât seen Clark here in weeks! When we do meet weâre usually too busy with... other activities. And Iâm left exhausted after staying up all night so we never had the chance to just talk.â
Clark blushed at Bruceâs words. He opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by Perry White, who strolled in, eyes darting between the two.
âKent!â Perry barked, âWhy are you making our VIP your assistant?â
"Iâuh..." Clark stammered, glancing at Bruce.
Bruce finished the last of his edits before standing up and handing the article back to Cat, winking at her. "Itâs no trouble, Perry. Now, how about our lunch date?" he asked, slinging an arm around Clark.
The reporters stared after them as Bruce led a flustered Clark out of the office. As soon as the door slid closed, the office erupted into chaos.
Batman: Iâm taking you off the mission, Superboy.
Superboy: What? No! You canât do that-
Batman: Iâm the strategic leader of the Justice League, and if I say youâre out, youâre out. Itâs too dangerous. Go back to Metropolis.
Superboy: Iâm staying!
Batman: Do not make me repeat myself.
Superboy: You canât make me go home! Youâre not my dad!
Batman: [glares at him, then walks out of the room]
Superboy: Ugh, I knew heâs gonna get Superman involved.
Batman: [walks back into the room alone]
Superboy:
Batman: Iâve obtained clearance. Now go home, Superboy.
Superboy: Clearance? Did DadâŠ
Batman: [raises his hand, revealing a wedding band] I married Superman. I am your dad now. Go home.
Superboy: Nooooo!!!
Clark using Bruceâs flirty smirk on the man himself is insane
Bruce calmly ate his meal, barely glancing at the scuffling alphas. Gasps rippled through the crowd when the table beneath them collapsed with a loud crash.
With his meal gone, Bruce stood, grabbing both alphas by their necks and pulling them apart with surprising ease. Ranken swung at Bruce, his fist glancing off his cheek. Bruce slammed a well-placed punch into Rankenâs stomach, doubling him over.
The beta event organizer rushed over, visibly frazzled. "Is everything alright here?"
Bruce dusted off his shirt. "Everythingâs fine, Ranken just wasnât a fan of our table decor."
Ranken glared at him, clearly torn. Reporting Bruce would mean admitting that an omega had just bested him in a fight. He gritted his teeth. "Youâll regret this," he said to Bruce, stomping off.
The organizer pinched the bridge of her nose. "Mr. Wayne, this is becoming a pattern. At this point, you donât need a matchmakerâyou need a miracle. I suppose Iâll have to schedule you for the next mixer."
Horrified, Bruce grabbed Kalâs arm and pulled him forward. "Actually, Iâve found my match."
Kal blinked in surprise but caught on quickly. "Uh, yes. Iâm his match."
The organizer sighed, clearly unconvinced, but handed them both invitations for a private dinner. "Alright, Iâll be seeing you both at the next round. Until then⊠good luck."
Bruce and Kal left the dining hall together. Kal looked contrite. "Bruce, Iâm sorry I ruined your night."
Bruce glanced at him. "Well, at least I had half a decent meal."
A car pulled up to the curb. Bruce paused, plucking an errant flower off his shirt, and tucking it into Kalâs pocket with surprising gentleness. "See you next weekend,â he said before stepping into the car.
The car disappeared into the night, leaving Kal standing on the curb, his heart pounding.
The Omega Queen AU
Kal stared in disbelief at the salad Bruce was servedâan omega special. Without hesitation, Kal went to the alpha buffet table, piling a plate high with various cuts of meat. Returning to Bruceâs table, he set the plate in front of him.
"You need more protein," Kal said firmly.
Bruce raised an eyebrow but split the portions with Kal, watching him take a bite first before cautiously following suit.
Dinner was mostly quiet on Bruceâs end. Kal made several attempts to start conversations, but Bruceâs responses remained curt. That is, until the topic of family came up.
"My son, Tim, got into college," Bruce said, his tone softening. "Heâs the first omega to be accepted into the academic research program."
"Thatâs impressive," Kal said, intrigued. "Sounds like heâs forging his own path."
Bruce nodded, a hint of pride in his eyes. The conversation flowed more smoothly between them until a large bald alpha suddenly joined their table, uninvited.
The alpha gave Kal a dismissive once-over before focusing solely on Bruce. "Wayne. Fancy meeting you here," he said, his voice laced with disdain. "I heard Jason caused trouble again. Like father, like son."
âWarden Ranken,â Bruce greeted him coolly. "Jason shouldnât have been there in the first place."
Ranken snorted. "There are no prisons for omegas like him. Do you know how many riots he incited in gen pop? The only reason heâs out is because your oldest pulled some strings. How long do you think you can hide behind your alpha sonâs protection?"
Kal noticed Bruceâs hands tighten around his fork, his usual composure slipping.
"You should leave," Kal warned Ranken.
Ranken sneered. "You should stop wasting your time with a defective omega likeâ"
Before Ranken could finish, Kal lunged across the table, sinking his fangs into Rankenâs arm.
The Omega Queen AU
Omegaverse AU. The annual Gotham Matchmaking Event was in full swing. Bruce Wayne, towering over the alphas and omegas around him, moved through the room with an unapproachable aura. The whispers followed him, just like they always did.
"Wayneâs so assertive. Doesnât act like an omega at all," someone muttered.
"He should stop pretending to be above his station," another added with a laugh.
Bruce pretended not to hear them, his jaw tightening as he positioned himself near the door for an easy exit. If not for the fact that these matchmaking events were mandatory for all unmated omegas of age, he would have refused the invitation outright.
A new arrival caught his attention. The manâs tanned skin and wavy hair stood out, he didnât seem to be from Gotham. His name tag read "Kal."
Bruce watched the foreigner as he mingled with the other guests. Kalâs alpha status was obvious, but unlike most alphas, he radiated warmth and charm. People naturally gravitated toward him, drawn to his approachable demeanor. The double standards grated on Bruce more than he cared to admit.
Until Kalâs gaze found his.
The alpha froze, wide-eyed as he stared at Bruce. Bruce glared at the shorter man. It usually kept alphas at bay.
No such luck. Kal approached him anyway.
"Have you heard of Kryptonian queens?" Kal asked.
Bruce blinked, caught off guard by the question. "What?"
"In Kryptonian legends, queens were the biggest, strongest omegas in the colony. They either earned the title by winning dominance battles or left to establish new colonies on distant outposts," Kal said, his voice filled with awe. "Youâre like a legend brought to life."
Bruceâs guarded expression faltered. Despite the absurdity of the alphaâs words, there was something in his toneâgenuine respectâthat made him pause.
And Bruce found himself listening.
The Omega Queen AU
superbat coparenting <3
just two dads and their sons...
more superbat coparenting <3
Flash: I have a confession to make... I think Iâm in love with two people, and I feel so guilty about it.
Green Lantern: Donât feel guilty. You love who you love.
Flash: Wait, are you in love with more than one person too?
Green Lantern: Hell no! I value my life. Good luck, buddy. [pats his shoulder and walks away]
Flash: [sighs] No one understands me.
Superman: I can empathize with you, Flash. I, too, am secretly in love with two men!
Flash: Really? Wow, that actually makes me feel a lot better. Looks like Iâm not the only one struggling with a huge secret.
Batman: Iâm Bruce Wayne.
Superman: I am secretly in love with one man!
Pick one theme
Arranged marriage
Fake dating
Dating sim game
Dating variety show
The artificial sunlight of the simulated world was glaring, warm against Clarkâs skin as he struggled, yet again, to make sense of the nonsensical dating sim heâd been trapped in.
Every time he woke up, the same pastel-colored town greeted him, with the same NPCs repeating their pre-programmed lines. This world operated on rules he didnât fully understand, forcing him to navigate a harem of girls whose affections he was supposed to win. However, his attention was fixed on only one person.
Bruce Wayne.
Except, in this world, Bruce wasnât really Bruce. He was nothing more than an arrogant NPC love rival challenging Clark for the haremâs affections, only to meet an untimely demise in every so-called "happy ending." The worst part? Bruce didnât remember who he truly was. He was just a shell of himself, programmed to antagonize Clark.
This time, Bruce had cornered him in an empty classroom, playing his assigned role to perfection. "Youâre such a fool," he sneered. "You think you can win?"
Two dialogue options blinked into existence:
[Leave me alone.]
[Iâve already won.]
Clark didnât choose either. Instead, he leaned in and kissed him. It wasnât a calculated move; it was pure instinct, a desperate attempt to reach the real Bruce buried beneath the programming.
The air shimmered unnaturally, and a new text box flashed before them:
[ERROR: UNKNOWN PATH. CONTINUING MAY CAUSE SYSTEM INSTABILITY]
Bruce froze, his lips parted in stunned silence. Then he abruptly shoved Clark away, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief. "What the hell are you doing?" he snapped, though his voice wavered, uncertainty threading through the anger.
"If breaking the game is what it takes to save you," Clark said softly, his voice steady even as the ground beneath them trembled, "then so be it."
[??? Route â Unlocked]
Clark: Letâs go upstairs, daddy.
Bruce: Oh?
Clark: ;)
Bruce: Hn. [switches to batdad mode] We need to have a serious discussion about how you trashed the Watchtower. Again. The next time you decide to go off on your own, youâll be paying for the damages out of your own pocket. Report to the training room immediately, we need to work on your self-control. Oh, and youâre grounded for the rest of the weekend.
Clark: :(
