#batman bruce wayne

[dididc]

[rollcody]

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

As Bruce grows older into his 50's or 60's the paparazzi and people crowding him becomes less and he thinks that people have finally decided that Bruce is too old to be attractive or mainstream and he's actually super fine with it and makes jokes( more like sarcastic remarks) about it. But in reality they've grown more freaky cause instead of looking wrinkly and a sappy old man the level of cunt he serves grows everyday,he doesn't look like a snack he looks like a buffet, 13 year olds are using his pics as the cover pages of their mafia wattpad stories, he looks majestic, absolute dilf, we don't talk about the amount of tags he's birthed just by ageing on ao3, and hes still an absolute UNIT, the reason he's not heard about it yet cause the batkids are blocking the shit OUT with all of their will and strength cause it doesn't matter if all of them are full grown adults they're still all like-THATSMYDADGETAWAYFROMHIMHEDOESN'THAVETIMEFORYOUHESBUSYBEINGOURDAD

[the-fyre-flie]

Bruce Wayne has a massive bounty on his head at all times, multi millions of dollars constantly hanging above him when he goes out in public. Thus, he has his own personal guard when going to galas or charity events. Is it a conflict of interest that his personal guard is made up of his children and coworkers? Probably. Does he care? No.

Socialite 1: Is that... Nightwing? In a suit?

Socialite 2: It is! Who is that next to him? Red Robin?

Dick and Tim, with blazers and sunglasses over their normal costumes, trailing after Bruce the whole night, trying not to giggle at the absurdity of watching Bruce 'Batman' Wayne nearly spill the entire punch bowl on himself:

At first, the public is concerned that a billionaire can "buy out" vigilantes, but it doesn't take long for someone to just... ask Nightwing to guard them for a night, and he agrees, not asking for payment. This eventually becomes little kids asking for Robin to 'guard them on their way to school' and folks begging Batman to 'guard their dog for the week' (Since when did The Mission become pet sitting???) (Obviously, he agrees, tho the little yippy pomeranian gets taken to Wayne Manor for the week instead, and Ace gets a temporary new friend)

A hotline gets set up so that anyone who feels unsafe can call a number and have one of the Bat Family members walk them home. It gets used a lot by drunk college students, women, and kids who stayed up past curfew.

Scared little kid, barely able to reach the payphone, using their last quarters: Um... I n-need.. Robin.. p-please.. I'm really scared... its really d-dark... my house is far away...

Damian, who is already in the area, beelining towards where the call came from:

[bookspined-batman]

Bruce didn’t have a favorite color until he was 28 and adopted Dick.

9 year old Grayson, as Boy Wonder, gripping Batman’s hand and skipping alongside him: Why is the Batmobile black? Is black your favorite color?

Bruce, thinking: It’s for stealth during the night.

Dick: So it has nothing to do with what colors you like?

Bruce, confused: I mean, I guess I like it in black just fine.

Dick: Is black your favorite color? My favorite colors are Red and green and yellow! Because those are the Robin colors! I also like blue, and purple, and pink…

Bruce, thinking about this question for the first time in his life: Hm. I think I’d say blue, too, chum. Now get into the car, please. Buckle up.

Dick, ecstatic: Blue! You should have a blue batsuit!

Years later, when Dick made his first suit as Nightwing, Bruce broke out the blue and grey batsuit that he hadn’t worn in years.

[loadingbones]

Bruce Bruce Bruce Bruce

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Kiss Land!

Superbat x fem!Reader

summary: A night with your two boyfriends.

warning: MDNI 18+, smut, threesome, oral (m!receiving), teasing, overstimulation, polyamory relationship, not proofread, might have a few mistakes lol I wrote this with a high fever LMAO, also my first time writing a threesome so go easy on me.

Bruce is sitting on your couch, you are on your knees in front of him while Clark is standing behind you. The heat radiating from both of them is starting to feel like physical weight. And suddenly, it feels like your living room is way too small to fit both of your boyfriends inside. 

“Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to do something about this problem I have?” Bruce asks you, pointing down to where his hard cock which is almost touching his lower stomach. 

“How about you solve his little problem while I make you feel good, mhm sweetheart?” Clark offers with a big smile on his face. You physically feel the heat rise inside your body, and the need to be between them grows almost instantly. 

You slowly lower your head while keeping eye contact with Bruce. His legs part a little wider for you, and his breath hitches at the sight in front of you. 

Wrapping one firm hand around the base of his cock while your other hand is stroking him gently. His one hand immediately tangles inside your hair, and he pushes your head lower gently. You swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip while you keep looking at him with your hungry graze. Slowly, you start taking him inch by inch. A low and ragged groan escapes his throat as soon as he feels his whole length inside your mouth. With a steady rhythm, you start sucking him while stroking him at the same time. 

“Look at her, isn’t she just beautiful?” you hear Clark say behind you. 

“So fucking beautiful.” Bruce groans and rests his head against the back of the couch while your mouth is still working on his cock. 

Clark, who is now on his knees, has his hands resting on each side of your hip, his fingers digging into your skin, and you feel his cock slowly entering your wet pussy from behind. A low groan escapes from him as he feels your warm walls stretch around him. 

“Don’t stop baby, keep sucking.” Bruce utters under his breath as soon as he notices you stopping.

And you try your best to focus on Bruce, but fuck, Clark is hitting all the right angles behind you which makes it harder for you to stay focused. 

“Focus on Bruce, sweetheart. Not on me.” 

Both of your holes are feeling full, your pussy stretching tight, and you clench around his cock. At the same time, you feel Bruce’s tip softly gently touch the back of your throat. The wet and heavy sounds of suction echo blend together with the sounds of the collision of skin and hips. The feeling of having four pairs of hands everywhere on your body at once makes you feel so intense.

“Look at us. Taking us so well.” Bruce vocalizes. 

At that moment, the heat of the room is at its peak when all you can hear is the grunts and moans of both men. The low, and oh so sexy groans escaping from them is enough to make your legs feel a little uneasy. 

“mhmmm fuck.” you mumble. Clark is hitting all the right angles from behind you which makes you roll your eyes back so hard that for a moment it feels like your eyes are facing the parietal region of your skull.

You stop your head movements for a moment and just let yourself feel the way Clark is sending deep thrusts inside your pussy. 

“Oh? A little sensitive there, aren’t you?” Clark says with a grin on his face, and his fingertips start tracing up and down your spine. The contact alone makes you ache your back inward, skin flushed, and brain switched off. His hands immediately travel down to your thighs, keeping them open for him to keep sending deep thrusts inside, and preventing them from closing. 

Bruce, on the other hand, starts feeling annoyed at how good Clark makes you feel to the point your mouth isn’t working around his cock anymore. All he can feel right now is how your drool is pooling at the base of his cock and around his balls. 

“Need my help, love?” you hear him whisper right next to your ear. “Let me guide you through this, what do you say?”  

You only nod once before Bruce's hand that is tangled in your hair starts moving your head up and down his cock again. The feeling makes him open his mouth, and only a hitched breath escapes from him. 

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” Bruce whispers, his voice hoarse.

Bruce lets his head fall back, and he closes his eyes. The pleasure makes him feel euphoric, and god, he swears he can feel the exact moment where oxytocin and dopamine are released in his bloodstream.

There is no wonder why they call oxytocin the love hormone, because right now all he feels is relaxation, trust, and the reduction of stress. And most importantly, he feels loved in ways that almost feels like a sin. Because not only is he loved and wanted by one person… but he’s loved and wanted by two. 

“So good,” a soft whine leaves from Clark. “I love you both.” 

“I love you both even more.” Bruce replies with his eyes closed. 

And you wish you could reply, but it’s literally impossible for you. After all, you still have Bruce’s big cock inside your mouth. So instead, all they can hear is a wet moan from you with closely following a whimper. 

Eventually, you feel a familiar knot form in your lower stomach which automatically makes you clench around Clark. 

“Hmph– you’re so tight.” a sob follows right after from Clark. 

“Isn’t it too early to cum, sweetheart?” Bruce questions.

“I don’t think so, baby. Look at her, I think she hmph- deserves to cum.” Clark argues with a grunt following right after. 

Bruce, Clark, and you are breathing heavily in the low dimmed room which smells like sex. 

“Alright, then make a mess all over Clark, mh?” 

A shockwave of pleasure washes over you while Clark was midthrust. You cum almost hard enough to push his cock out of you.

Only a few seconds later, you feel the warm release of Bruce taking over your tastingbuds, and you swallow every single drop of him, not daring it to go to waste.

Clark sends in a few thrusts inside your swollen pussy until he finally cums inside you. You remove your lips from Bruce’s cock, and let your head rest on his thigh. 

“Fuck.” Bruce sighs at what just happened. It sure is not the first time you three slept together. After all, you’re in a polyamory relationship. But god, everytime feels like one step closer to heaven. 

“So… is anyone hungry?” Clark asks as he slowly removes himself from your pussy. 

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