All your talks about Bruce having massive mommy tits and ass, has me thinking about how canon Batman would handle that. Like everyone in the jl seems to think that batman is made out of pure shadow, they've never seen a body under that all encompassing black cloak of his(how you ask? The answer lies between the Tibetan monks) and hence the collective agreement that Batman is made out of shadows.
But one day, due to some colossal fuck up, they finally see the body that belongs to batman, and when I say people started dropping dead, I mean it. Because the fuck you mean, batman has the most motherset mother pair of tits and ass on him? What the fuck do you mean by that?? That his ass fucking jiggles when he walks and his tits are practically ready to burst. The league would drop dead, while batman doesn't want to deal with this shit at all?
Clark on the other hand has written in stone that all of that glory belongs to him only and not even Batman can stop him from claiming that. (Love the thought of Clark very aggressively courting a stoic Bruce, my man doesn't give a fuck about Bruce not being in love with him, he's gonna make that man his, wether the man in question wants it or not)
This, exactly. And you know how Batman's cloak (because it's basically a cloak and not a cape) trails all the way to the floor, and it just further cements that nearly everyone in the JL think that Batman is some sort of cryptid who prefers not using his powers as opposed to just a regular human.
They've been a team for a few years now, and everyone likes to think that (Barry & Hal) that they're all friends and buddies. They all even exchanged identities except for Superman and Batman, and that's fine.
They (Barry & Hal) don't really see why Superman seems so attached to Batman, but hey, they figured it's a "where there's shadow, there's light" sort of deal going on between them considering the fact that Batman seemingly floats along the floor rather than walk, not a hint or a peek of a leg underneath all that black void wrapped around him.
Even when they fight, they sort of just seemingly gloss over the fact that they just saw a flash of Batman's legs but considering how, at this point, they're so used to seeing Batman without legs that it doesn't even fully register--a trick of the mind, the light and vision bending and simply creating ghosts of something that isn't actually there, or whatever.
But then, there's a giant... Whatever wreaking havoc, in the process, Batman's cloak is in tatters, there's holes and a large portion of the edge is ripped. In the adrenaline fueled chaos of it all, no one really batted an eye when whatever it is they're fighting slashed through Batman's cape and exposed a significant portion of his legs, no one even fully stopped for a minute when Batman was being choked out, his cape fully pulled back because Diana and Superman were both on their villain of the week to release Batman.
As the fight dies down, settling, the city in ruins around them, Batman is on one knee on the ground, gathering evidence, it seems, and it's only then that Hal stops in his tracks, whatever construct he was asked to make flickering out of existence from his sudden lack of concentration. He only really jolts out of it just in time to lift debris and put it away where it wouldn't be a hindrance before going back to look behind him.
Batman is still on one knee, his cape-cloak thing is riddled with holes, thankfully it isn't smoking though, but it's practically half the length that it should be.
Barry comes speeding in after scoping all the ruined buildings for any stragglers or trapped civilians and comes a stop next to Hal. "Dude, what're you just standing there for?"
And Hal wordless lifts his arm, points directly at where Batman is now slowly rising to a stand. Barry's mouth is slack as Batman seems to finally unlatch his ruined cape, folding it neatly and tucking it away to a compartment strapped around his fucking thigh.
Hal's eyes widen, "Holy shit, he's got thigh garters." And technically, he knows they aren't really garters considering that it seems to be made out of leather with a decently sized pouched attached to it but his brain isn't really working, much less his brain to mouth filter.
J'onn comes in quietly, silently, materializing seemingly out of nowhere. Now, J'onn isn't necessarily attracted to humans in a romantic sense but Batman? Batman, he can admit, is aesthetically pleasing and J'onn hasn't met any humans who are as well... Figured as Batman is. And besides, J'onn barely gets to see what his friend looks like, he will take the time to analyze and see if the only human in their team sustained any damages.
Shayera comes in swooping in, cocking a hip as she lets out a low whistle. "Well, well, well."
Batman seems oblivious to the growing crowd several meters away from him as he uses his scanners to assess a glass-shattered, crack-filled building.
Diana doesn't say it and knows how to gracefully get around it, but there's no doubt that someone will say something about the Justice League helping with the costs and it's best to analyze and calculate costs now than later. Besides, he also has to update and improve the sensors in the Watch tower to better detect threats in the future.
In the distance and in the quiet of a draining fight, he can hear the rumble of vehicles coming, and it won't be long until a curious citizen will come popping in out of nowhere, phone in hand, filming.
Turning around, finally, he gets greeted by most of his teammates watching him. Shayera's got a shameless grin on her face, J'onn gives him an acknowledging nod. Barry's hand is half raised in an aborted wave and Hal is just standing there.
"If you've got time to stare, then you've got time to check the other buildings for any injured civilians."
Barry straightens up, "I already checked the affected areas, I didn't see or hear anyone."
Batman doesn't reply, hum or grunt. Instead, he lifts a hand up and turns his comms on, "Superman, Wonder Woman, status report."
"I found a dog trapped, so far, no people." Superman huffs into the line, the sound of something crumbling causing his line to crackle with a bit of static background noise.
"I've just dropped off a few people who didn't get out in time, minor injuries, no fatalities."
Batman looks at Barry, and the younger man sheepishly rubs at his nape. "I missed some people, I guess."
He'll have to make sure that everyone is briefed on the protocols for after-battle situations once they get back.
Just then, media vans start pulling up, weaving through the rubble and staying, thankfully, right in the middle of the road where any falling buildings couldn't bury them.
"Green Lantern! Flash!" A reporter immediately calls out, mic right below their chin, as the reporter jogs their way up to the mentioned heroes, their gaze flits over the affected areas and snags at Batman. "Wow." They speak eloquently into the mic, a cameraman swivelling to catch what the reporter caught.
The cameraman himself pulls back from the view finder to stare with his own two eyes at Batman.
"I know," Hal chuckles, openly ogling Batman now, "Trust me, I know."
"Know what, GL?" Superman asks as he comes flying down, red cape billowing behind him. He lands right in front of Batman, just so that his entire wide, broad bulk is covering the other hero from the camera.
Hal shrugs and turns his attention to the reporter still staring in Batman's attention.
What they don't notice however is the way Superman seems to draw close, especially whenever they get caught by the media. Superman would just sort of, suddenly shuffle himself all the way over to Batman's side, their shoulders brushing as Diana speaks into a mic.
Superman's cape is unlatched, draped carefully over Batman's shoulders. Their conversation is hushed, spoken in low tones and barely moving mouths. J'onn is respectful to attentively not listen.
"I don't need your cape." Batman grumbles out, displeasure in his tone despite the fact his arms crossed over his chest, hands subtly holding on to the cape from both sides.
"I know, I wanted to give it to you, anyway."
"Hnng."
As more and more people come to gather, authorities are now laying out barriers and caution tape, a group of civilians standing on the other side, their phones out filming and zooming in.
Superman remains close, tilting his body just so where he knows that his width is covering Batman behind him.
Back at the Watch tower, Batman is quick to shed the red cape he's been given as each member find their seats, folding it neatly and laying it on the table.
Something about the bright fluorescent lights of the Tower, barely any shadow cast on the floor or the walls highlights Batman's silhouette fully. The way his shoulders curve down to his chest, the obvious cleavage they carry, tapering down sinfully inward to a trim and thin waist before flaring out again to wide, full hips, a pair of even fuller thighs.
The thigh straps he's got wrapped around each thigh is high, sitting just near the crease of Batman's crotch and upper thigh, each strap is also held down tight, and when looking closer, one can see the way a bit of fat bulges out of the leather straps.
The black trunks that Batman wears also creates a sort of illusion. Turned just right and it looks like he's wearing a skirt, or even shorts. There's also the fact that they're all greeted with the reality that Batman is wearing heeled boots that gracefully elongate his already long legs.
Shapely, strong calves held in black leather heels that glisten beneath the light fixtures.
The bat shaped crest on Batman's chest is curved outward, even if his suit doesn't bend or crease, it's obvious that his chest is--well endowed.
Diana thinks that it could even rival some of the women in Themyscira, and Diana has seen and felt her fair share of chests.
If anything, she can't help but wonder. Surely such thick, plush and muscular thighs have held... More weight before. Alas, she wouldn't ask, such a personal question would only draw Batman away from her, and she'd like to think that she's gained a brother of sorts in him.
Superman swoops in, not long after the others have settled and Batman has taken to standing at the front of the table where a projection is being set up.
"Sorry I'm late."
"You're just in time."
The briefing is surprisingly... Brief. Batman ends it by saying that he'll their mission reports by the end of the week.
Batman is turning the projection off when he notices that the others haven't left yet when they usually should have. He swipes his gaze at the members still gathered around the table, and places a hand at his hip, cocked; instinctual in the way he would usually posture when questioning if Dick or Jason had gotten into any trouble around the manor. (Usually, Jason wouldn't. But he still can't get rid of that doubt considering how much Richard could get up to without supervision back when he was younger.)
"Is there something you need."
"Nope," Hal sighs out, leaning back into his seat and propping his feet up on the table. Batman meets his gaze head on. Hal can't tell if Batman's frowning in disapproval or glaring in anger even with the lenses of his cowl being pulled back to show his eyes, but there's still that prickle of guilt at the back of his neck that he'd get when he got scolded by his teachers when he was a kid.
Visibly rolling his eyes, he stomps his feet back down. Gesturing with his head, silently asking There, are you happy? At Batman.
"I don't," Shayera croons, "Say, why don't you shed the cape more often? Certainly could use a bit more of a show once in a while."
Superman clears his throat, Batman doesn't even react.
"I see no use to taking my cape off unless absolutely necessary. The last thing I need is lose the element of surprise."
"Well, we definitely got that." Hal snickers, leaning forward and cradling his chin on his palm, elbow on the table. "I'd say lose the cape every time you come up here. It helps with team morale that you've got good looking legs."
Batman gives off the impression that he's raised a brow, hip still cocked, he crosses his arms against his chest this time. And like this, it pushes his chest together, the bat logo on his suit bends, creasing just a tad where a cleavage would definitely have formed and squeezed together.
Hal's jaw drops, the exposed portions of Barry's face is red with his eyes flitting all over the place, Shayera's grin has turned practically predatory--
A crack forms on the table. "Meeting adjourned." Superman rumbles out, his voice shaking the air with its bass, eyes flashing, just for a nanosecond, in red. His chair is pushed back as he abruptly stands, snatching his folded cape and once again covering Batman with his bulk.
"Here, put this on."
"I don't need your cape, Kal."
"I know but I'd appreciate it. It's strong, it'll keep you safe like your own usually does. You can take it off once you get back to the cave."
Wordlessly, Batman accepts the offered fabric, and warmth bursts like fireworks in Superman's chest. He remains standing there, hiding Batman with his body until the cape is situated over Batman's shoulders.
It doesn't fully close around his body like his own does, but the excess fabric is enough to fall close where the bat logo is still visible.
When Superman steps back, nearly everyone at the table groans in disappointment. "C'mon, man!" Hal hollers in offense.