A Demon shows up at Wayne manor. Alfred opens the door. Said Demon is scratching it's chin. Alfred raises an eyebrow and lets it in. What else is he suppose to do? Be killed by a albeit conused looking Demon?
Demon walks in to the living room. Locks eyes with Bruce. Bruce whispers "Ah fuck."
"You owe me your first born."
"ha, do I? That's not right is it?"
Bruce is sweating. Dick is sweating. The Demon too, is sweating. (there are far to many people and entities in the same room, it is extreamly hot)
"Please do not tell me that you, Master Bruce, made a deal with a Demon, and negligated to tell me?" Alfred is expressionless. Bruse is scared shitless. (less of the Demon more of Alfred's wrath.)
Demon looks at Dick. Dick looks at Bruce. Bruce looks at the floor, oh wow what an interesting rug, is it new-
Dick sighs. Moves towards the door, only Tim cuts in with, "Dick was never legally adopted by Bruce, was he?"
All eyes shoot to Tim. Tim shrinks back. (mostly cause Jason is looking at Tim like he's ready to do a Titan Tower rerun)
Bruce looks at Jason.
"Bruce, I swear, if I have to die a second time cause of your fuckass actions, I swear to God-"
"You died? Already? That kicks you out the running." the Demon looks so, so, tired. Surely it can't get worse? "and maybe stop mentioning the big G."
"Who? God?"
The demon glares. Jason is unruffled. He turns to Cass with a grin-
"Bruce kidnapped me. I'm not his kid." Cass is completely unapologetic as she turns to Tim. Tim, who is very much regretting opening his mouth. Should've just let Dick take the fall dammit.
"yeah well, I'm emancipated. So."
Steph is silently laughing on the couch. She stop when the demon narrows his eyes at her. "woah hold on, I'm not Bruce's kid! I'm not even adopted!"
The Demon is pinching the bridge of his nose. "Jesus Christ."
"okay so now who's mentioning the big G!"
"Jason shut up, good God please" Dick hisses
"you just said it too-"
"okay! Who's next? You?" The Demon yells. He gestures aggressively at Duke. Duke who was honestly asleep like two seconds ago. Gosh who are these people?
"Er I'm a foster kid bro. Sorry man" Duke shrugs.
The Demon is done. It whips around to Damian.
"Okay. Are you emancipated?"
"No."
"Are u a foster child?"
"No."
"Do you live in this house and have a clearly familial relationship with Bruce Wayne, despite denying that you are not his child?"
"Wow that feels highly aimed." Steph whispers.
"No." Damian replies, very much amused.
"Have you died?" The Demon pushes through.
The silence is loud.
"Well... No? Depends on who you ask tbh."
"I'm- ykw I'm not gonna question it. Are u the biological or adoptive child of Bruce Wayne?"
"Not really."
The room explodes in noise.
"Fym no!?"
"I swear to God"
"I'm calling Talia"
"Fucks sake"
Alfred fires his shotgun. Silence returns. He nods at Damian.
Damian clears his throat, "yeah I'm more of a successful science experiment. I wasn't really born. My mother created me with her and fathers DNA. so yk. I don't think that stands in the contract."
The Demons jaw has dropped. Bruce's jaw has also dropped.
"Is anyone in this room, Bruce Wayne's legal first born!?"
Silence. Duke coughs. Jason Snickers. Bruce steps forward, "listen, I'm so sorry, I promise I'll let you know-"
"Yk what?" The demon throws his hands up, "I give up, keep your damn kids Bruce!"
Saw someone say they didn’t like Dick Grayson because of his “toxic positivity” and all I have to say to that is, have they ever read a Nightwing comic? Like absolutely no hate to anyone who only reads fanfic, I have no beef with y’all BUT WHY WOULD YOU ARGUE WITH ME ABT CHARACTERIZATION WHEN YOU HAVEN’T READ A COMIC 😭
Pregnant bruce who has grown bigger and softer in the past few months. He has the weirdest food cravings and most sensitive nose now. He gets hot flushes and more than not, Clark the superhuman furnace is relegated to the floor. But overall, he can always be found gently caressing his bump, talking to their baby in a low voice.
That is until he hits the horny phase of the pregnancy. And literally nothing can get him off of Clark's cock.
He'll beg to be fucked, sobbing desperately when Clark does it in the softest way as to not hurt the baby. Clark will spend hours fucking him, deep and slow, and even longer eating him out until Bruce finally passes out. Only to wake up and start begging again, mouthing at the super's cock over his sweatpants. By that point Bruce has stopped wearing clothes, they'll just restrict him from jumping on that dick at any given time.
When Clark has to go off and do Superman stuff, he knows Bruce understands but also Bruce will spend the rest of the day being this needy bratty slut.
So the moment his ears perk up, hearing someone call Superman, he's already tapping into superspeed and zipping around the room. Bruce can only tell that Superman left because of the whoosh of air left behind and the undoubtedly Clark-shaped dildo that is suddenly thrusted in his pussy. He falls into a chair with a gasp, legs spasming with the rush of heat through his core, pussy immediately dripping with wetness. He'll stay occupied until Clark gets back, making himself come over and over again. He'll wait Superman flies in and just sheathes himself into the prepped and loose cunt.
His distaste for touch only lasted 2 months into his pregnancy before he was hit by the massive need to be fused with his strong big lovely perfect husband.
He'd genuinely have breakdowns if Clark was not near him for long periods of time. The whole 7 months he was stuck to his husband like a pretty leech. Clark's big hands lifting his bump for him to alleviate pressure most of the times, Clark massaging his whole body until he was just a puddle of loose limbs on their bed, Clark hand feeding him the meager amount of foods that he managed to stomach without throwing up, Clark talking to his bump, and holding him in his top large arms and lap when another of Bruce's tantrums kicked in.
All in all Bruce would blame his stupidly increased libido on his husband, because who told him to be so perfect and hot and sexy and thoughtful all the damn time. Everything in Bruce wanted to gnaw on his husband and cannibalise him to show his love but because he cannot do that, his body chose the next best option, that is getting fucked by his husband until he reaches enlightenment or becomes one with him.
Morning, noon and night, all Bruce wanted to and did was fuck himself silly on Clark's cock, achieving new heights of pleasure everyday. Who knew Clark could give him so many orgasms with his stupid superpowers and then eat him out for an hour without breathing or fold him in a way to fuck his swollen cervix without harming the baby or that his tits could grow to a size where Clark can fuck them without having to hold them together.
They had so much sex during Bruce's pregnancy that the birth lasted only two hours because Bruce was as stretched out and loose as he needed to be for the baby to slip right out.
Hnn as my first ask to you! Would you be up for a little ficlet where Bruce/Batman get hurts or is unconscious and Superman goes batshit insane
Heya!
I know we're hoping for a ficlet but... I have a problem you see. At least I managed to shave it down by a few words😭
It's a long, gruelling battle. The kind that just leaves the panting shells of Justice League members, desperate to get this over with.
Ironically, the aliens came with the same old story. Same old battle. But there's something in their physiology, something that keeps them regenerating any detached limbs. Cut one down, two more come in its place. They don't even have to take them down for the cryptid creatures to multiply, more swarming from the underside of their spaceship.
If he doesn't know better, Superman would believe he's going insane because every time he blinks, there's more of them. It's tedious, trying to capture them, snapping on the cuffs that the Lanterns provide, the only thing that seems to be able to subdue the unnaturally long limbs and knobbly bodies.
“Batman, watch out!”
Flash's yell has Superman snapping his head around, just in time to watch Batman grapple off of the side of a building. A building that has its top floors blown to smithereens within seconds.
Something dark that has been brewing inside Kal flares just a bit brighter, a bit angrier. He notices every time a strike lands too close to Batman. The only thing stopping him from stepping between that stubborn man and every single alien is Batman's anger after. It's the same fight every time, how Batman insists that he can take care of himself and Superman needs to “focus on the mission”.
But still he notices how the aliens seem to be targeting the Dark Knight, somehow figuring out that he is the League's strategist. He's the central command, the one barking instructions at them.
“Batman!” he yells.
Batman looks over at him and gives a curt nod. That has to be enough. Kal grits his teeth and his fist slams into the next cryptid just a little harder.
It's a blur of punches and dodges in the next long minutes, Superman trying his hardest to grab onto those things and cuff them because they need to safely transport the aliens to the Lanterns.
But he sees from the corners of his eyes how they get closer and closer to Batman. And every single attempt to strike him down has Kal moving faster, hands clenching tighter, vision growing hotter and hotter.
Batman swings at one, catching it by the jaw, but as it crumples to the ground, another barrels towards the vigilante. When Batman grapples away, another alien is swinging itself onto his line, trying to gnaw through it in a frenzy. When Batman manages to kick it off and swivels expertly on a narrow ledge, another one is rushing in a beeline for him. He goes lower and they're there, and he goes higher but there's more. It's like they're swarming from all directions.
Batman finally rappels from his perch, grappling towards a roof as he shouts instructions into their comms, asking Wonder Woman to position herself behind the spaceship and Aquaman to hurry with civilian evacuation because he's needed by the river. It seems that he's forming a plan.
Just then, two aliens leap towards the Dark Knight in a mess of twisted limbs, wide jaws revealing rows of jagged yellowish teeth. Batman braces himself as he slips a pair of cuffs from his belt, clearly aiming to grab one once they're close enough and sidestepping the other for Green Lantern who's just two stories below. He moves swiftly, easily delivering the first part of his plan —
“Wait, Spooky—”
That's when another figure seemingly materializes where Batman is moving towards and it's too late to stop the momentum of his body, even as he tries to correct it. It doesn't work as Batman slams into it, immediately wrapped up in sharp claws.
Time slows down for Superman from where he's standing three blocks away. Everything happens in slow motion, the creature screeching in delight as it grabs onto Batman, swinging the man towards another approaching alien, who slams a knee into the vigilante's back.
Batman does not make any audible sound but Kal can hear him clearly through the blood rushing to his head. A small, muffled grunt. Just as he crumples to the ground.
In a blink, Superman is clutching at the cryptids, each fist wrapped tightly around a neck. Nothing crosses his mind except the sight of Batman as he starts to squeeze. “Don't fucking hurt him,” something dark claws up from his chest. “How dare you.”
The moment he hits the ground, some switch flips off in the Kryptonian. The whole city goes silent, the air around him stills, everyone fading into the background as his glowing eyes zero in on the Bat. And the two aliens now towering above his form.
"Batman!"
“Superman.” That voice calls him but he's relishing in the panicked screeches trilling from the rapidly constricted throats. They sound scared. Good. “Superman.”
The Kryptonian holds on until the trashing bodies stop, tossing them over the building like they're nothing more than disposable pests, head swiveling when he hears more of those guttural cries around them. Those things. That kept trying to hurt what's his.
“Kal.” His head snaps back to the slowly sitting form of Batman. “Kal, stop. Look at me.” Batman sounds confused and concerned, and an undercurrent of something else. Fear, maybe?
But all he can focus on is the bruises blooming across the sharp jaw, the careful way Batman is avoiding putting pressure on his side and how his back is hunched in pain.
“Stay here,” Kal orders. He turns to the raging battle when he hears Batman shuffling to his feet. That spurs him into action, snapping a pair of cuffs on the other and the nearby pipes, lasering the lock. “Stay,” Superman growls before he's gone in a rush of wind.
“Kal— Kal!”
The Kryptonian speeds through the air, tearing through the tangle of alien limbs with ease. He swings his fist into a solid form, sending it crashing into a building, before spinning and ramming shoulder first into another figure, the force of it snapping the alien’s neck unnaturally to the side. Its body plummets from the sky and Superman dives after, both disappearing in a loud boom of ash and concrete.
The other League members around the area just stare in shock. They were supposed to subdue and capture. Not whatever this is.
The air clears, revealing the unmoving body under the Kryptonian. Superman is frenzied in his movements, gaze snapping up to follow sounds only he could hear. Before anyone could stop him, he bursts upwards, heading straight for the aliens flying towards them.
Nothing will be spared, not when he can still hear Batman's small grunt of pain. Superman tenses his body as he flies at the biggest mass of aliens. His eyes burn with heat, lasers cutting through each creature unlucky enough to cross his path. It's more, way more than he'd normally use, and he catches flashes of the sickening sight of limbs being seared off and the increasingly pitched screams of pain. That only angers them and they become more frantic, now converging towards him. Wonderful.
“Superman! We need to regroup!”
Their rapid regeneration only means he get to hurt them over and over and over again. Just like how they hurt Batman.
His fist collides with a jaw and another abdomen, as claws rake down his back with multiple of them scrambling on him. Kal spins, the force throwing some off, his hands mercilessly tearing at gangly arms, flesh and bone practically disintegrating at the strength of the Kryptonian. Dark purple blood rains on the ground and he's aware of multiple of his team members yelling.
He couldn't bring himself to feel anything except this all encompassing rage. Rage as he rips them apart, sounds of pain and broken bodies insignificant in making him care.
“Superman!”
Kal swings at the stragglers, dispersing them, leaving one last alien behind. He can see it hesitate, something fearful in the way it moves forward before faltering. Superman grins darkly, the sunlight flashing ominously against the smear of blood against his cheek as he speeds through the air, snatching the creature up by its neck and flying them higher and higher.
There's only one alien in Superman's grip and surely he will subdue it. Every JL member watching thinks the same thing but somehow they know that it's not happening.
Still someone has to try something.
“The cuffs, Superman!” Green Lantern shouts, tossing a pair of the black, reinforced cuffs towards him. But they just sail past as Kal dives straight for the ship, slamming the spitting alien against the hull, feeling a sick satisfaction when its head crashes resoundingly against the metal. He wouldn't need cuffs for what he's about to do.
The thing is clawing at invulnerable arms, chittering with rage. His built in translator translates the clicks, more threats against earth, against humanity, against the JL. But when the alien spits out something about a bat and how they should've taken him out first, Clark finds his fingers pressing harder on its trachea. “Don't say his name,” he grits out, punching that thing in the face. More cryptids swarm from the open door but Kal holds steady. Nothing can move the Man of Steel, can detach him from their friend, not even punches and hits to his body.
“Superman!”
He chokes that thing until it stops moving, crushed windpipe underneath his hand. But he knows that it will regenerate in a few seconds. And he needs to clean up this mess before he can fly to where Batman is.
Just like a starfish, you need to get to the central disc. Batman identified it earlier and the thought of that fearless, brilliant, beautiful man feeds that primal animal inside him.
A quick scan and then he thrusts his hand just below the alien's chest cavity, curling around a mass right in its core. Superman rips it out, ears ringing with a guttural scream from where the hundreds of aliens around him stop in their tracks — before all of them turn in a panicked dash. They're clicking wildly, calling to the rest of the troop, all of them within the larger radius rushing back into the safety of their vessel. Kal tosses the central disc aside, waiting until most of them have run back into the ship.
He swipes at a trickle of blood and whatever else goo at his jaw, smirking as he shuffles in place—and flies straight into the open door.
From below, the JL members have bundled together next to Batman, where Green Lantern is trying to undo the cuffs, its lock melted earlier. All of them are in varying states of concern, panic and something they never felt before around the Kryptonian, fear. They've fought monsters and evil lords and aliens and they've never seen Superman, the symbol of hope, moving so mercilessly. Like there is only one single mission and that's to make every single one of them pay.
The spaceship rocks and tilts as screams echo from inside, garbled by the metal frame. Somehow that makes the situation more ghastly, that and the random bits of alien that every so often falls out of the ship.
Superman finally emerges and flies straight underneath the ship, hands clutching at the hull and eyes glowing a deathly red. In a burst of speed and strength, the Kryptonian hauls the ship and begins rocketing through the air.
That primal thing prowls his chest, finally feeling a prick of satisfaction, as Kal accelerates, picking up speed until he feels the change in atmosphere that would've killed anyone else. He can feel the frame creak as whatever's still alive try to steer it away unsuccessfully.
His surroundings grow colder and thinner until there's nothing but darkness, and he drags the spaceship along until the dark is illuminated by a shine so bright it hurts his eyes. Here he feels his strength amplify, but so does his anger. Superman tightens his hold and spins, gaining traction as the galaxy seems to circle faster and faster around them, before he throws. The spaceship rushes through the air, nothing, not even the otherworldly engine, could stop its trajectory.
Kal doesn't wait to see the moment it crashes, already turning and speeding back to earth. Back to where Batman is.
He catches sight of the JL seconds before he lands by them, uncaring of how horrified they look.
“Kal,” Batman says at the figure approaching him. He's worried and Batman swears that's the only thing he's feeling. Absolutely.
Superman stares at him for a beat before the chain still connecting him to the pipe bursts in a flash of red. Batman instinctively curls his arm back, drawing a sharp gasp of shock when he's immediately enveloped in a blanket of warmth.
They're airborne before he could say anything and his eyes widen, realizing that they're likely heading towards the Fortress of Solitude. The tension in Superman's jaw is still there and his grip is almost painful.
The moment they touch down, Batman rips himself away. “What the hell was that?” he snaps at the other. Bright blue eyes that's still tinged red at the edges stare at him.
“You'll be staying here. You're not gonna step a foot out of the fortress.” Kal's decided. This is where Batman will be the safest. He can protect him and he'll never want for anything else.
“Like hell I am,” Batman bites out, glaring at him. “What happened, Superman? You don't just go rogue.”
But it's like Superman doesn't hear the last part, stepping into his space, matching his glare. “You are staying here,” he enunciates each word.
Batman frowns. Something is wrong. Usually he'd be the one that can get through to Kal. He needs to figure this out. Batman tries to move around the other when a hand slams into his chest, shoving him back against the wall.
“Wha— Superman,” Bruce grunts, trying to push his hand off, but he's no match for the Kryptonian. “Let me go. Now.”
Kal just presses closer, barely an inch between them. “You're not going anywhere. You're safer here, B.”
Batman scoffs. “I'm not staying here, Kal. And you need to calm down.” He tries again, gasping when the pressure increases, pinning him easily between the wall and Superman's warm body.
“It's safer here and I can protect you,” Kal stresses, trying to get the Bat to understand.
“Like what you did just now?” Batman spits. It's the wrong thing to say because Kal's face darkens.
“Yes,” he snaps. “Like what I did. Because no one gets to touch you.” One longe second then he smirks at the vigilante. “Don't pretend you don't like it.”
Batman chokes back a surprised whine, a tiny whisper of breath still escaping, when Kal pushes his thigh between his legs, drawing attention to the hard bulge in his pants.
“I can smell how much you liked it, B,” Kal drawls, nosing past the jaw, feeling the smaller body start to tremble against his. Those thick thighs clench around him, inadvertently rutting Batman's dick against him, dragging a shaky inhale from the other.
“This doesn't mean anything,” Bruce says, flushing when large hands cup his ass, encouraging him to roll his hips. He needs to stop this. He has to.
Still, Batman finds himself shallowly grinding against the Kryptonian’s firm thigh, his dick, which has been hard since Superman choked that two aliens, dripping eagerly. “K-kal.”
Kal hums, fingers gripping hard, leaving indents even underneath the batsuit, relishing in the tiny moan he gets. “You're staying here where I can protect you.”
He lifts, until all of Batman's weight rests on his hands and thigh, giving the tiniest bit more pressure on his hard on. “Where nobody can touch you. I'll burn their hands off if they even try.”
“I have a home, Kal— Fuck, Clark!” Bruce finally cries out when Kal ducks down and bites hard on his jaw, leaving a rapidly darkening bruise behind.
“I don't think you understand, B. You don't get a say.” He lifts them off the wall, making his way through the fortress.
When Bruce stops his movements, Superman growls, grip tightening as he forces the other to keep grinding his cock uselessly against him, the layers between them leaving nothing but unsatisfactory friction, making Bruce whine pitifully. “See? Only I can take care of you. Only I can please you,” Kal says with absolute certainty as they reach his bedroom, tossing the other on the bed.
Bruce tries to scramble away when strong hands grab his ankles and drags him back down the bed. He barely manages to get a word out before Kal reaches out, grinding a palm across his bulge, the super pressing hard enough that sparks of pleasure dance across his vision. “Kal.” He doesn't know if he's asking for him to stop or for more.
“I'm the only one who can make your needy little clit satisfied,” Kal grins darkly as the body jolts underneath him, Batman's hands twisting in the bedsheets as his back arch almost obscenely, a litany of moans spilling from those lips.
Hours later, or probably the next day, he doesn't even know after the night he had, Bruce figures that it must be the adrenaline talking. Clark should calm down by now, he thinks, as he slips away from the bed.
He gets as far as the door before a body slams into him, pinning him to the floor as a raging Kryptonian buries himself in Bruce's used hole, immediately pounding into him as he tells Bruce that he's not going anywhere. Hours later, Bruce is back on the bed, legs spread wide to show off his puffy hole, cum leaking steadily out of him with every weak twitch of his rim. His body is an artwork of new bruises and teeth marks, fingerprints now etched into the pale, scarred skin of his hips.
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
I was thinking about the scene in Superman where Krypto drags an injured Supes to the fortress by his cape and it got me thinking.
What if Superman fought a very strong villain.. maybe a magic user and gets blasted out of the sky near the woods north of Gotham.
Krypto knows the drill and grabs him by the cape, wanting to head for the fortress, but his attention is caught by another dog who tilts his head and pads his front paws, signalling him to follow him. Krypo gives chase, following the dog through the forest, dragging Supes along.
A bit further away Bruce is calling for Ace. He hadn't planned on leaving the newly renovated mansion but Ace had been insufferable in needing his walk. He turns when he hears noise and, through some bushes comes Ace… Followed by a scruffy white dog in a red cape dragging an unconscious and wounded Superman by the cape.
Or the Battinson x Corrensupes meet cute that nobody asked for 😅
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If you like it watch it, if no, just ignore it please:)
A new law getting passed that all unclaimed omegas have a curfew and have to wear small implants to ensure they are inside at the correct times and Dick, an unclaimed omega, at first is successfully able to hack his implant so he can still be Nightwing, but is eventually caught as Dick Grayson with a hacked implant and is arrested and Bruce ensures Dick doesn’t get a serious punishment but can't stop them from forcing Dick to wear a collar that stops his new implant from being tampered with. Dick is stuck unable to be Nightwing and has to have another hero fill in for him and he hated it.
So he does what feels like the next logical thing and calls up Slade who he figures will be willing to claim him and then leave him alone unless he wants a pup. And yeah, it will cause problems down the line but at least Dick won't have to have an implant keeping him imprisoned in his flat every night. And Slade agrees, claims Dick and marches him down to whatever office processes such things to show them his claiming bite and get Dick’s implant removed. And Dick rewards him with another night together and expects Slade to have left by dawn. But Slade is in the kitchen making him breakfast when he wakes up and asks if Dick wants a big claiming ceremony now the legal stuff is out of the way and Dick realises he and Slade were expecting the new relationship to play out incredibly differently.
I need Clark to earnestly compliment Lois' (or Bruce's) bones because he's seen them with his x-ray vision and not realize how weird of a compliment that is.
please..... please tell me your favorite fluffy or feels good superbat or just bruce moments... please.... i've just read the most recent absolute batman and he's going through it like he's stuck in a malfunctioning blender
Oh no! Hang on, you need superbat fluff? I got you! Hang in there anon 😩🥹 These are just a few from my collection! Let me know if you need some more! Just know, that as much as DC loves to make Bruce suffer and wallow in misery, they also give him plenty of fluffy moments to compensate for it too 💙🖤🥰
Thank you for your question anon 👋🏻😊
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