Batsupes

[sisaloofafump]

Kiss

[noblycuriousscheme]

Goose

@MafiaCornSalad1

[superbatbiggestfan]

@gotham-blight This art work reminds me of that one scene in Finder’s keepers!

>_<

[brucedefender4eva]

I saw this on Twitter, and I thought it was so cute, and I couldn’t stop myself from having Bruce on my mind, so here's something short. Don't expect much; it's rough lol

Basic premise: the alpha knows their omega is pregnant while the omega actually has no clue

——

Clark notices something’s different with his omega immediately. He watches as Bruce shifts uncomfortably on his feet after standing for too long, when before he wouldn’t give it a thought, or how he scrunches his nose at certain foods he used to deem safe, and even goes for food combinations that he never imagined Bruce would ever try. There was even a small change in his scent, which was just... odd.

When Bruce is distracted talking to Duke about a board game the kid recently became obsessed with, Clark takes a moment to figure out what’s wrong with his mate. He just hopes it’s not another injury. It doesn’t feel like Bruce is hiding an injury from him.

Not wanting to be called out by the children around them, Clark decides that using his X-ray vision wasn’t the move for now. He's been caught staring before... It's embarrassing for everyone. He strains his ears, closing his eyes to focus and shut out every other sound in the world to truly and wholly focus on the love of his life in front of him

And there it is.

A faint heartbeat thumping just slightly out of time with Bruce’s.

Clark barely contains himself from flying out of his seat and tackling Bruce into a very gentle hug before sobbing his eyes out and thanking him for being so wonderful and amazing and-

But he doesn’t do that.

No, in fact, he’s sure Bruce would praise him for being able to keep his composure so well.

Ignoring the raised eyebrows and odd looks Damian and Stephanie give him when a wide grin stretches across his face, he sits there and thinks.

There has to be a reason why his husband, who tells him everything unless it’s strictly confidential for a mission or pertains to Wayne Enterprises, decided not to inform him of this wonder and joy.

Despite the impression Bruce gives off and what most people assume of him, Bruce can be quite cute and sappy…

A surprise!

It’s the only explanation. Bruce is planning one of those adorable surprises he sees on social media all the time. One day, when he comes home from work, Bruce will hand him a small box, and inside will be his pregnancy test!

Or maybe a little onesie? Or tiny baby shoes? Or one of the pets running up to him wearing a shirt that says he'll be a Dad? Or maybe ultrasound pictures, if Bruce has gotten that far. Or he’ll drag Clark to the kitchen and show him a bun in the oven?

And then both of them can plan a cute surprise for the other kids. He can order shirts that say ‘best big brother/sister around!’ with little sunglasses, and everyone will be so happy, and they'll take a bunch of pictures and-

“Why does your face look stupid?” Jason’s voice snaps Clark out of the daydream he found himself flying through. “Seriously, why do you look like that? All dopey and shit.” Jason crosses his arms over his chest with an unimpressed look.

Clark lets out a small chuckle and shakes his head. “Ah, just… thinking about some things.”

Dick’s head pops out from behind his younger brother and gives Clark an appraising look. “You’re not thinking any weird thoughts about Bruce, are you?” Dick squints and leans forward. “Cause I’m not afraid to hit you. You know I’m not.”

“Boys, stop bullying Clark.” Bruce’s exasperation was clear as he walked over to the table and placed a hand on the back of Clark’s chair. “You guys are stinking up the house. I thought you two were past the territorial phase?”

“They’re simply imbeciles, Ummi.” Damian pops out of nowhere to push himself between Dick and Bruce before hugging the omega’s waist. “Do you see how I can easily control my scent? Unlike the stinky alphas you decided to adopt.”

“That’s not even a fair comparison since you’re still a pup.” Tim laughs, coming down the stairs, Cassandra right beside him. “What scent do you even have to stink up the manor?”

“I could if I wanted to!”

“Is this the hill you’re willing to die on?” Duke laughed, expertly ignoring the indignant expression on the pup’s face and stealing some of the Oreo’s Clark forgot he was eating.

“Very deep thought? Share with the class.” Cass says as she takes his other Oreo, twisting off the side with cream and handing it over to Steph, who already has her hand out.

“Hey, I was eating those.”

“Barely.” Steph snorts. “You snooze, you lose, old man.”

“Anyways,” Bruce says firmly, taking all attention away from Clark’s stolen snack back onto him. “I hope you all have your outfits picked for the charity ball next week. Attendance is mandatory. Clark, wear the suit I bought you, yes, the one that fits. You’ll be going as my husband, not an investigative journalist. No, there’s no way to get out of this; it’s for a good cause.”

That shut down and retorts or protests anyone in the room had to say.

“Thank you, loves.” Bruce pressed a kiss to Tim’s forehead before turning to go back to his study, presumably to work on something for his company.

Or maybe… to plan out how to surprise him with the baby?

——

An entire week passed with nothing happening.

Every day, when he woke up, when he came back from work, when he and Bruce cuddled after dinner, and before he went to sleep, he waited.

There were plenty of private and quiet moments where it would just be perfect for Bruce to come out and tell Clark he was pregnant, yet nothing happened.

Bruce didn't even stop his patrols, not that Clark ever really expected Bruce to do something like that... yet. Though Bruce did grumble in confusion about how the streets seemed abnormally quiet and calm, ending his patrol early for the fourth time after absolutely nothing was happening.

It was getting tiring, always having to practice his surprised face so he wouldn’t ruin Bruce’s fun when he eventually did say something.

“So… anything you wanna talk about?” Clark asked from bed, watching as the omega meticulously went through his entire nighttime skin routine, gently massaging the expensive moisturizers into his already flawless skin.

Bruce paused and gave Clark a questioning look through the mirror. “You’ve been asking that question a lot… something wrong? Is there something I need to be concerned about?”

“No! No, no, of course not.” Clark waved off the concern with an awkward laugh and squeezed his pillow to his chest. “I just wanted to know if there was anything new… or unexpected?”

Bruce stood up from in front of his vanity, slipping off the dark blue bunny-eared skincare headband Stephanie had bought him as a gag gift, and made his way over to bed.

Bruce narrowed his eyes as he looked down at Clark, who was suspiciously avoiding his gaze. “You’re hiding something from me.”

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” Clark muttered under his breath, giving Bruce a soft smile. “I’m not hiding anything.” Clark put his pillow back and opened his arms.

Bruce flopped down onto their bed, his head taking its rightful place on Clark's chest, the perfect spot to hear his heartbeat all night long. “I don’t like the way you said that…”

“Mhm, go to sleep. We've got a tiring night tomorrow.”

——

Bruce, or rather Brucie, effortlessly mingles in with the crowd of rich people who swarmed him, eager to talk and cajole him into investing in whatever stupid endeavors they believe will earn them the most money.

He plays the part perfectly.

Anyone would be fooled if not for the fact that Bruce doesn’t truly relax that stiff and plastic smile unless he’s around those who are deemed ‘unworthy’ of being at the party.

The kids in which the charity is for.

Bruce greets them with easy familiarity since he makes a point to visit almost every week, and the kids, in turn, scream Bruce’s name in joy and have no worry of being scolded for getting his suit dirty as they climb him like a jungle gym.

Clark is fondly reminded of itty bitty baby Dick.

"Wowie, did you have a growth spurt while I was gone?" Bruce gasps at a little girl giggling in front of him, the brightest smile on her freckled face. "And you picked such a pretty dress to wear!"

Clark could watch him interact with kids all day, every day if it were allowed. Bruce always looked so happy and relaxed. He could just imagine it now... Bruce interacting with their new kid... and all their other kids interacting with the new pup...

Three people scooted away from Clark as he let out a rumble and had the stupidest, goofiest smile on his face, staring off at nothing.

He only shook himself out of another wonderful fantasy when he realized his omega had just taken a flute of champagne from the platter of a passing waitress, giving them an iconic smile and swirling the glass before lifting it to his lips.

Which makes no sense because he knows Bruce would never willingly put another person in danger, especially a pup, by drinking alcohol, which he didn't even like. So why would he grab champagne and not some apple cider or a non alcoholic alternative?

At this very moment, it occurs to Clark that he didn’t even think to consider something.

Perhaps…

Perhaps his omega had no clue he was even pregnant in the first place. There was no surprise, because Bruce didn’t know.

Shit.

“Sweetheart,” Bruce blinks up at his husband in confusion as Clark takes away his flute of champagne. “Uh, I don’t think you should drink that.”

Bruce narrows his eyes, his body subtly tensing as his eyes shift around the opulent ballroom. "Oh? You're such a spoilsport." He teases, his voice light and airy, but the look in his eyes is sharp and ready for action at the drop of a hat. "Can you believe how protective my alpha is?" Bruce chuckles, causing the rich people around him to titter at the blatant PDA.

Clark subtly shakes his head, indicating there’s no poison or an intruder that needs to be dealt with.

He places the glass on a passing waiter's tray, doing his best to ignore the confused expression burning into the side of his face, and wraps an arm around his omega’s waist.

“It’s getting late in the night, and the pups are getting more rowdy.” Clark croons, glancing over to where Duke, Steph, and Jason are trying to incite a riot with the kids and overtake the dessert table. Then he glances over to Dick, who is trying to inconspicuously make his way onto the chandelier.

Tim has already disappeared under one of the tables; he can hear him talking to Kon and his boyfriend over some game chat. And Cass and Damian are standing in the corner together, glaring at anyone who dares to come close, clearly close to overstimulation, like Bruce, who is just better at hiding it.

"You know they hate it when you call them pups." Bruce chirps, easily falling in step with Clark as they make their way to the doors. "They're gonna throw a fit."

"Maybe they should stop acting like spoiled little pups then." Clark chuckles, letting a low whistle pass through his lips. Even though they also complain about being treated like dogs when Clark whistles for them, each of their heads immediately swivels, and they come trotting over.

"Eclair?" Duke chirped, pushing himself between Clark and Bruce and offering the sweet treat to the omega. "They're so fucking good. This is my sixth one."

"Concerning." Bruce hummed, pressing a kiss to Duke's temple.

"Glad to be leaving." Cass sighed, carrying a sleeping Damian in her arms. "Should've just gone on patrol."

"It's for charity, Princess. Gotta show Gotham and these kids that we care." Bruce reached back and took a moment to run his fingers through Damian's gelled hair that simply wouldn't hold for the entire night. "But... I'll keep that in mind for next time," Bruce said, getting a small smile from the young woman.

"Kelly started Judo classes last week, and I gave her tips." Stephanie grins, her smile vicious as she cackles. "Nobody's gonna be messing with her any time soon."

"Nothing too dangerous and life-threatening, I hope." Bruce grinned back, indulging her with a high-five plus a fist bump.

"I heard people talking about Clark acting weird and smiling at nothing." Dick ran up and jumped on Clark's back, putting the alpha in a headlock and beaming down at him. "Just like at home for the past week, huh, weirdo?"

"From the chandelier?" Clark raises an eyebrow.

"Where else?"

"Mom, if someone tells you that I took pictures of the mayor and his secretary making out on the balcony, don't believe them. I'm an innocent little boy, remember that." Tim grabs Bruce's hand before looking around the room in suspicion and darting behind Clark to hide.

Clark and Bruce simply looked at each other but didn't comment.

"Ma, can you text Alfred to have something ready for me? These burgers were subpar at best; I'm fuckin' starving." Jason decided to take up Bruce's other side, letting out a small whine and giving Bruce puppy-dog eyes with a small pout just to amp up his patheticness factor.

"Of course you're still starving, you fucking behemoth. Everyone, look at fatass over here, still not satisfied after stuffing four burgers down his gullet."

"What the fuck?!" Jason screeched.

"Hey... I'm still hungry too..." Clark pouted, getting blank stares from all of the bats.

"Oh, the bottomless pit is feeling bottomless, how shocking."

"Of course you are."

"Tell us something we don't know, Clark."

"Is the only thing on your mind food?"

"I'm honestly surprised you didn't clear out the buffet table."

"Top ten phrases I've heard from Clark; I'm hungry is way up there."

"Fatass: the original."

"Probably ate Ma and Pa Kent out of house and home."

"Saw him gnawing on a steel pillar a few days ago; he might actually eat our fucking home."

"Alien genes have him eating literally everything."

"Grocery bills have fucking quadrupled since he and Bruce got together."

"Careful, Jason, he might eat all your food the moment your back is turned. He'll probably use his super speed too."

Clark let out an offended noise. "Wait, why are we all piling on me? I thought we were having a good time." Clark whined and turned to his husband with a pout. "Do you see how mean the children are to me? I'm just a little peckish."

"Jason gets it from you, stupid alpha." Bruce sighed and shook his head, but Clark could easily tell that all of them were hiding grins from him and barely stopping themselves from bursting into laughter.

Clark took a moment to take in the warm atmosphere around their family. He almost forgot the news he had to deliver to his mate.

——

"So... what was the reason for stopping me from drinking?" Clark blinked, buttoning up the rest of his sleep shirt as he turned to Bruce, who was just staring at him with a blank expression. "And don't say it's because you know I don't like alcohol. We both know I can handle my liquor if need be."

Clark let out a wince and floated over to where his husband was standing with a suspicious expression. He landed softly and watched as Bruce's expression gave way to something more fragile and vulnerable, melting Clark's heart immediately.

"You've been acting weird all week... please talk to me before we have a huge misunderstanding."

Clark nodded and let out a short chuckle. "I-I know... I know... I just..." Clark took in a deep breath. "Honestly, I was under the impression that you knew the entire time and were trying to surprise me eventually-"

"Surprise you? Surprise you with what, Kal?"

"Surprise me with the joy that you're..." Clark let out a wet little laugh, already tearing up and successfully making Bruce panic even more somehow.

"What?! Clark spit it out already!"

“Darlin’… you’re pregnant.”

Bruce’s mouth dropped open in shock as he stared up at his husband with wide eyes, disbelief clearly painted on his face. The omega floundered, his mouth opening and closing as he grabbed Clark's arms to steady himself.

“I’m- huh?”

[superbatbiggestfan]

I need recommendation of feral/animalistic Clark in bed bc yk he’s not human. Basically Alpha Clark but it doesn’t need to ABO

I’m dying for some good smut

[gotham-blight]

https://x.com/i/status/2069453824788770874

This is the sweetest thing ever! Please write a cute drabble on this!!!! Bats must be so tired and overstimulated to fall asleep on supes like that, the trust in this is so cute (did you see that Batman has princess feet? He looks so adorable like a dainty little thing in Clark's arms)

The battle had worn them all out. After fourteen brutal, gruelling hours of trying to take down the invaders from another planet, nobody had an ounce of energy to spare. The fight had been relentless, after all. Buildings crumbled, and streets cracked open from intergalactic energy weapons.

So, exhaustion was quick to bring them down in the aftermath, save for the only person powered by the sun. 

Hal was slouched against some rubble on the ground nearby, Barry draped over his lap, using him as a pillow. Oliver and Dinah were in an embrace, weary arms wrapped around one another, their suits stained with metallic alien blood and ash. Even Diana, the tireless Amazonian, was tugging her boots off her feet and sinking down onto a half-destroyed bench next to J’onn, who was sitting with his head in his hands. 

Clark exhaled slowly as he glanced at all his friends before tightening his grip on Bruce from where they were seated amid the rubble. He hadn’t expected the bat to slink out of the shadows and slump against him in exhaustion, not really. He never would have expected a display of such weakness in public, unless it was accompanied by a life-threatening injury. 

And so, he wasted no time. With nothing but tenderness, he bundled his cape around his husband’s weary form and dragged him onto his lap, tucking him against his chest as Bruce’s heart and breathing evened out, until he was surely sound asleep. 

And like that, they stayed, entirely unbothered for a short while amid the destruction, each taking time to recover mentally and physically. But, as the Justice League, there was no way they could enjoy their peace and relaxation for long. As the smoke cleared from the invasion, people began flooding forth once again. At the forefront, naturally, was none other than reporters, hoping to catch a glimpse of the legends themselves during the comedown of a life-or-death battle for Earth’s sovereignty.

Clark glanced Diana’s way, hoping that, at the very least, she could field the interview this time. Of course, he would have done so happily if his hands weren’t full of the most precious cargo in the world. But she was slumped over on one hand, her own eyes shut as she, too, succumbed to sleep. 

With a slow exhale, Clark gently pushed himself to his feet, adjusting his grip to keep his precious cargo secure, making sure the cape was tucked around him. He turned around just in time for a microphone to be pushed against his face, a demanding reporter at the other end. 

“Superman, Vicki Vale from the Gotham Gazette, what can you tell us about the damage? What’s the death toll? Do you have an estimate?” She demanded, as another microphone pushed forward. One by one, more reporters seemed to appear from thin air, each one insistently holding a microphone or camera towards him.

A man’s nasally voice sounded out over the clamour. “Superman, here, Bludhaven Bulletin. Will the invaders be back? What about the technology? Are we looking at-” 

The woman cut him off, inching closer, eyes locked on Batman, curled up in his arms. “Superman! Is Batman okay? Any news on his condition?” She pushed the microphone closer. 

Clark let out his breath slowly. He glanced between them, taking a small step back. “Voices down, please. It’s been an incredibly long day, and he’s worn out.” He said, keeping his voice low. “Now, I’ll answer your questions one at a time, but if you wake up my husband, there will be no more interviews.”

Every reporter paused, eyes wide as they stared at the sight of the man of steel cradling Batman protectively to his chest, arms wrapped around him, the fearsome Dark Knight’s head resting on his shoulder, face buried in the crook of his neck. It seemed that then, it truly clicked in their minds. 

“Husband?” Vicki squawked, jaw falling open. She twisted immediately, eyes gleaming as she turned to the camera behind her. “You heard it here first, Gotham, it appears our dashing protector is married to Superman, of all people!” 

Clark’s own eyes widened as the camera turned to him, no doubt zooming in on the two of them. He fought the urge to hide Bruce from view in this vulnerable state, to protect him from the world's leering eyes. He swallowed thickly, giving the camera a tight-lipped smile as the reporters all began yelling in earnest, no longer focused on the invasion but rather on them.

Without a doubt, he would be in big trouble when this aired.

[superbatbiggestfan]

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

Childhood friends Superbat >_< Growing up together + going to high school in smallville

[nigaki]

I'm thinking about Justice League witnessing casual superbat every day.

Giving each other kisses on the cheeks in passing.

Holding hands during elevator rides.

Placing hands on each other's shoulders when one is sitting and the other is standing behind.

Casual pet name(baby Justice League members getting a heart attack the first time they hear Batman calling Superman "sweetheart" or Superman calling Batman "doll").

No personal space. An arm around the waist? Lap sitting? Yes.

Randomly mentioning domestic things. "Don't forget to buy milk." "It's your turn to go to parent-teacher conference." "The sheets need changing, can you do that after work?"

Bringing kids to the Watchtower, so everyone hears how Robins call Supes "dad" and Batman "mama".

Stealing from each other's plates and feeding it to each other in Watchtower cafeteria.

Drinking from each other’s cups even tho they hate how the other takes coffee.

Falling asleep and cuddling under Batman’s cape(it’s bigger) in the common room.

[superbatbiggestfan]

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

I need more “Dark” Clark kent.

Basically Kryptonias have omegaverse dynamics and Clark started tweaking out when Bruce almost died.

Summary:

Kal-El rose higher into the air. “I will not allow anyone to separate me from Bruce,” he said, his voice calm. “Or from our child.”

The wind moved around him, but he didn’t seem to feel it.

“I will always choose them”

[superman-creampieing-batman]

This is FUCKING absurd man. At this point they're just trolling with the fans to see how far they can take this queer baiting 😭

This is too domestic LORD. Bruce looks like he's visiting his in laws.

Martha and Jonathan have practically adopted him as their second son, and Clark is just happy that his wife is happy and safe with them.

[superbatbiggestfan]

Any recommendation for toxic Superbat fic?

I love possessive and obsessed Superbat🫪

I love them crazy and all

[superman-creampieing-batman]

HC that Bruce loves to stroke his hands on Clark's skin - and sniff it - repeatedly because Clark has full, thick body hair, from armpits & pubic hair to chest hair to arms & legs, whereas Bruce's body hair is limited to armpits & pubic hair only.

My love for bear Clark is immortal. In my brain Clark is probably 6'6, heavy with soft muscles and covered in coarse hair. He's like the epitome of a gentle giant. People part like red sea whenever he enters the room because it's fucking impossible to not notice him, even his Clark Kent posture doesn't help his largeness.

And Bruce is obsessed with him, like clinically, disgustingly obsessed with them man, he loves Clark's everything but Clark's perpetually warm hair covered better than any pillow in the world body is his favourite. The second he is in Clark's embrace he's falling into deep sleep.

He has never wanted anything more than spending his days doing absolutely nothing but lounging on top of Clark and rubbing on him like a cat marking his territory, he kneads and sniffs and bites Clark all the same because he's so delicious and Clark is an amazing sport about it all. He adores how tiny and miniscule Bruce looks against him and it makes him want to protect and pamper his little wife more.

On the same vein, I adore bunny Bruce too. He's just the cutest tiny little thing ever, skipping all over and kicking his feet in the air in excitement or jabbing his feet on Clark's stomach uselessly whenever he's pissed. Clark finds it so adorable.

[superbatbiggestfan]

Posted a new part to my Superbat series “Be part of My World and I’ll be Part of Yours”

It’s a college AU too!

but the main focus will be their relationship throughout the years

I might add more characters but I don’t want to over complicate the plot. I might just ask who ppl want to see but ofc they won’t be the main focus

I’m Hoping I don’t strain away from the plot bc I have no guide and I’m already making this bigger than intended 🫪 I write whatever comes to my head

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

[superbatbiggestfan]

Chapter two is out! (I wrote sm, kill me)

[superbatbiggestfan]

Posted a new part to my Superbat series “Be part of My World and I’ll be Part of Yours”

It’s a college AU too!

but the main focus will be their relationship throughout the years

I might add more characters but I don’t want to over complicate the plot. I might just ask who ppl want to see but ofc they won’t be the main focus

I’m Hoping I don’t strain away from the plot bc I have no guide and I’m already making this bigger than intended 🫪 I write whatever comes to my head

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

[kryptonbby]

i need someone to write the most codependent superbat fic imaginable.

bruce and clark are hooking up, but it’s so much more than just sex. they need it to remind each other they’re alive.

after a grueling mission, after they haven’t had a break for days, after a tragedy where they couldn’t save everyone, they need to feel the other’s hands, mouth, breath, and heartbeat against their skin.

the skin-to-skin contact is grounding for both of them. it keeps them stable when it feels like nothing is going right.

it starts emotionally. the only thing keeping them from breaking is sitting together in silence for hours. maybe bruce is working a case while clark lounges by an open window in the sun. it doesn’t matter what they’re doing; just being in each other’s company is enough to bring them back from the edge.

then, after a stretch of days where bruce hasn’t slept at all, clark forces him to rest and crawls into bed beside him. it becomes a constant. clark never initiates any touch beyond that, afraid of overwhelming bruce, but after it happens enough times, bruce gradually lets himself get closer and closer until clark has his arms wrapped around him, his face buried in bruce’s hair, tracing absent-minded shapes into his thigh.

when clark gets hit with aerosolized kryptonite infused with scarecrow’s fear toxin, he becomes hysterical. he’s mumbling bruce’s name over and over, and the league is confused as to why. but when bruce arrives and they watch clark’s entire body relax as he begs bruce to stay with him, they understand.

bruce brings him back to the manor and stays in bed with him for days while he recovers. as he realizes that clark gets calmer the more he’s touching him, he presses his lips to clark’s.

it’s not demanding. it’s not intended to lead anywhere.

but clark melts into it, and bruce can feel the last of the tension drain from his body.

they stay like that for a while, trading soft kisses and resting against each other until clark falls asleep.

and bruce realizes.

he realizes just how much clark means to him. how he’s never let anyone this close before. how he never wants to leave the safety of clark’s gentle arms. how he never wants to stop being the subject of the adoration in clark’s kind blue eyes.

after that night, an unspoken but accepted shift settles between them.

dick gets shot in the shoulder by a couple of penguin’s men, and after having no choice but to stitch the wound himself while dick bleeds and screams in pain, bruce finally gets him safely back to the manor.

with no immediate danger left to deal with, bruce locks himself in his room and feels himself on the verge of breaking down.

so what else is there to do but call clark?

clark, who immediately drops everything and comes running.

clark, who wraps bruce in his arms and holds him while he cries.

bruce has never been this vulnerable with anyone before, and he clings to clark like he’s the only thing anchoring him to reality.

and the most absurd part about it?

he is.

[nigaki]

Ive been left alone with my thoughts and now I'm thinking about a new superbat au (says the person in the middle of like three) So, you know that game where you run around a school and kill other students? Yandere stimulator or something. My sibling was playing it and like.... Teenage superbat but make Clark the yandere???

God, I remember when Yandere Simulator was the biggest thing on youtube. Feels like yesterday but it was ages ago!

But back to the superbat.

Clark is sent to a private school, meets Bruce and is instantly obsessed.

Poor Bruce has no intention to date other students, but the moment they ask him on a date(and a lot of them do because he is Bruce Wayne after all), they become a target.

And no one ever suspects Clark, because he's such a nice and kind kid.

They start to suspect Bruce, because of his tragic past and questionable interest in dark music.

[isweariamnotanalien]

Imagining young teenager Bruce, all fingers pointing at him, his introverted and self-sacrificing ass can't really explain why is it happening (he also thinks if only he accepts their advances, they wouldn't be dead). Everyone is avoiding him, whispering nasty rumors and gilded accusation, yet at the same time can't really do anything to Bruce because the lack of evidence and you know, he's a Wayne.

That name become some sort of a curse to Bruce, and he's afraid to tell Alfred because Alfred is the only one left from the 'happy family' he used to had, so he can't disappoint him.

Not anymore.

Not when he has steeled himself to change for the better, to pick up what's left of his family legacy.

So he's happy, that at least there's someone left who still stay by his side when no one does, the Kansas guy who got here through Wayne Foundation's scholarship.

Clark Kent.

Always nice, well-kept despite the fact that his shabby uniform has taken many abuse from multiple bullying tricks other kids have pulled, has this everlasting smile on his face whenever Bruce is in his vicinity. He's from a farmer family in rural Kansas, and seems like he has never understand the sarcastic comment mocking his family is not in fact a compliment, making anyone who tries that trick left huffing.

(Whitney, one of the 'top girls', cornered Clark during recess. She talked with this sickening, saccharine tone, subtly insulting Clark, "Say, Kansas, you used to live in a farm, right? How's your house? Do you have your own room or do you still sleep in your mama's bed?"

"Who the fuck sleep in their parent's bed until 13?" Her other girl laughed, "Or do you sleep in the barn?"

"Eww! Wouldn't it smell like cow? Cow shit? Have you ever smell like cow shit, Kent?"

"Do you know that you smell like cow shit?"

Clark Kent, the naive guy that he is, just confusedly smiled to the bombarded vicious questions and instead answered that 'no, the house is big enough that they have two guest room on top of his and his parent's room', and 'yes, he does sometimes have a sleepover in the barn' and another 'no, the barn he sleep on doesn't smell like cow shit because the farm is big enough that they have two separate barn and no barn smell like cow shit because they're regularly cleaned'.

The girls were pissed and left after some nonsensical, shallow insult hurled at Kent who just smile sheepishly and then went about his way.

Whitney later confessed to Bruce at lunch in the gym and practically begged with crocodile tears when he politely refused, going on and on and on about how they're gonna look so perfect together; the 'top girl' and 'top guy' of the school become a couple. Bruce managed to runaway 15 minutes before lunch ends because Kent came to the gym with P.E. teacher, talking about some scholarship he can get for college.

Bruce never seen Whitney again after that; her body was found stiff under her bed in the dorm the days later, neck broken and eyes gouged out.)

As more and more people avoids him, Bruce finds himself quietly grateful that at the very least someone wants to sit with him at lunch.

Ironic, really.

Because despite the cheerful and friendly approach of his, deep down Bruce feel like it's faked.

Maybe Kent did it because he doesn't wanna risk losing his scholarship, maintaining their relationship solely to preserve his future. Maybe he did it because if he's with Wayne, he won't get bullied—afterall, no one has touched Bruce this far despite the on going rumors and investigation.

Well. What's important is he's not truly alone, and Alfred won't have to fret over and getting concerned all over again.

But nonetheless, cold, rotten corpses keep appearing across the campus vicinity, and all ties pointing to Bruce.

Lovely Mary-Anne who kept showing Bruce new sketches she made of him. The twin Axel and Alex, crowding and showering him with small gift of trinkets. The middle-aged Mr. Augustus of whom Bruce uncomfortable with because he was touchy in all the creepy way. Sweet old cleaning lady who reminds him of his late mother. And the most recent one, the young and ambitious detective from the police who secretly snuck into the school, only to be found the next morning sprawled on top of the boy's dorm roof, blood drained and tongue cut.

All of them was so nice to Bruce, and they're all dead.

Just like his parents.

He can no longer cover his anxiety and paranoia from Alfred's ever-perceptive eyes and thus, the butler decides it's time to withdraw Bruce from the, quoted, "bloody cursed school," moving him somewhere much safer.

Bruce doesn't even get to bid his friends—not that he has many left, most of them cut ties quickly after the first body was found—farewell because Alfred storms to his dorm room, immediately assist him to pack his bag. He does hugs Kent, though; the poor boy bawling his eyes, all red-cheeked and glasses fogging with tears constantly streaming from his too-blue eyes.

And so Bruce left him his handkerchief to wipe away his tears, and pray for Kent's safety amidst this murder madness.

What Bruce doesn't know is, it was the sweet, unassuming Kansas boy that did it.

Clark tried, oh he tried so hard to be close to the Wayne's last heir, to be seen by the Prince of Gotham. He thought maybe if he acts pitiful enough, Wayne will feel sorry for him, maybe coming to save him like a knight on a white horse—the rich and powerful relish in those kind of feelings, and who is Wayne if not the most influential family in this city?

Wayne didn't come to save him.

He didn't do anything except a long stare when he thought Clark doesn't notice, those stormy eyes kept locking its gaze to him—and Clark savored the attentions of it.

So he kept waiting and smiling and pretending, even though all he wanted to do was to put his fists through these entitled little shit's heads. And his patience snapped when one of those people shyly walk up to his Bruce as if they bear no sins, and ask him out.

Oh?

No.

That won't do.

That—

Clark saw red.

His very first victim was his two years senior in a quarterback jacket whose name he forgot, neck snapped as if it was a twig in Clark's hand just. Like. That. After the fog of rage that clouded his mind cleared, he decided to left the body under the bleachers. Not even two days later the body was found, and somehow Bruce Wayne is in the suspect list.

And he wasn't caught—not even a soul think he was worth suspicion for.

Clark felt horrified. But not until he realized how easy it is to approach Bruce without all those pests surrounding him. And the more lonely Bruce got, the more he would open up, willingly telling a story of his family, the most he's seen Bruce ever talked to someone.

He was beyond happy, and he intended to enjoy it for as long as he could.

So off Clark went, getting rid of any obstacle blocking his way, pushing Bruce further into isolation as the murders drove people away from his Bruce. But then Bruce's butler comes to take him away and he cries, a hollow dread clawing in his chest.

He can't let Bruce go.

Not like this, not when he had done so much to get this close.

As the warmth of Bruce's hug left his body, Clark stares blankly at Bruce's back, silently promising that he will finds him.

Be it ten or twenty years, Clark will finds him.

[ciricearts]

my bi queen for pride month<3

[badalloc]

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Saw this, looks fun!

Link to the quiz is here

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Soft tagging @blockcat-safari, @jackdraw-spwrite, @cityofangeisislying, @audioeidolon, @venusplantt, @bardicc-inspo and @voidindite in case they would like to play along :)

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Cannot even say anything in my defence

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[superman-creampieing-batman]

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