#superbat ao3

[feralsolitaryboy]

🗣️ here ye here ye 🗣️

i call to all superbat fans- please drop some top tier superbat fics in the comments ( i am starving in the desert over here )

📜 *unfurls scroll* 📜 ones i have already read consist of the following

( 🌟 = favs / my recs to you )

• Gotham is Burning. by istayniche 🌟

• rainy days by mikaminato 🌟

• Whoever Falls First by liodain 🌟

• Certain Obscure Things by liodain 🌟

• A Few Pages from This Closed Book by liodain 🌟

• Boy, You're an Alien. by fzanchikk 🌟

• Your Touch So Foreign. by fzanchikk 🌟

• 50 Shades of Wayne by susiecarter 🌟

• Every Inch of You by acatcam

• Stoic by Viti

• miscellanea by pomeloquat

• To the Sun that never rose again by ssseashell

• Truth Be Told by NephriteKnight

• How Best friends Lust After Each Other by Wallywalls1

• let's give 'em something to talk about by butchyaoi

• Fake Empires by copperbadge

• In the Face of Justice by esthete

• Interview with a Batman by Mithen

• Be A Hero! Donate Blood Today by Mild and Hammered (pillage_and_lute)

• I Slant Devoutly (Birdbrain) by bloodvvitch

• scramble by IHadHimOnTheRopes (CarterReid), rory_gone_mattie (rosetinteddays)

• hands to tremble all over • mission parameters <- ( both by shipyrds )

• Kneel and Worship • A Shoulder to Cry On • Hiding in Plain Sight <- ( all by frozenpotions )

• Ride the Cowboy • Sweet like Tea <- ( both by LovestruckTomato )

• Saudade • Bootleg • The Downsides to a Secret Identity • The Grave and the Constant • Sometimes, Always, Never • grasp his heart ( once and for all ) • Gone Fishing • Genetic Sample Acquired • Between Dreams • Here Be Dragons • Practice Makes Perfect • An Open Eye • Fatigue is the Best Pillow <- ( all by liodain )

[sleepyteatimebear]

actually doing your hobbies is so much fun. much more fun than thinking about your hobbies. btw.

[batgirl-1994]

Need a good superbat cry? I got you

So Bruce gets gravely injured an JL mission, It is bad, it is really really bad, basicly he can see his insides through the gaping wound in his abdomen, sensing his inevitable demise he requists Clark -who refuses to leave his side- to take him to the cave, he doesn't want to die in space, he wants to take his last breath amongst his family members, one last reprieve he gets to experience in life.

Clark takes him to the cave through the Zeta tubes. Alfred, Leslie and the whole batclan are there, all anxious eyes and rattling hearts.

Clark puts him in his medical cot in the cave and stands by his side holding his left hand, giving appropriate space to the team to work on him.

Bruce, who was dying, gives him a symapthatic look.

"Go... Clark... You... You... don't... have... to see this..." Bruce manages through breathlessness.

Bruce belives in the innocence of Clark's heart, his clean slate. Clark had the fortune to never see a loved one take their last breath, even if he was the last of his planet, he was spared the agony of witnessing its destruction.

This will destroy him.

"No... Never... I'm staying right here... I'm right here"

"Clark... Please... " Bruce barely whispers.

"Remember when I was shot with a kryptonite bullet 2 months ago, I thought I was dying, you said that you would never leave my side, I was terrified out of my mind and made you promise that you would stay till my last breath, Bruce... I'm just doing what you would do for me if the roles were reversed" Clark murmurs, caressing Bruce's palm with his hand.

For 2 hours straight, they try everything, stitshing, cautarizing the wound, tying the severed arteries, they give him blood, saline, and drugs to boost his circulation, but Bruce's heart eventually stops and they can't bring him back.

Clark never moved or budged an inch, holding Bruce's hand, through the bleeding, the cpr, and even through the shocks.

After they pronounce Bruce's death, the batfamily leaves Clark alone with Bruce and climb upstairs to process their grief.

Clark stays by his side, almost catatonic, no screaming, no tears, nothing, kneeling on the ground, a limb pale hand held firmly yet affectionately in both his hands and with his forehead against it, worshipping at a dead God's alter.

Alfred enters the cave demanding Clark to leave.

"Clark, this isn't him? It is just a shell of the real Bruce!"

"I can't, I'll stay till it is shrivled down to a coccon, till it no longer smells like him, till I can't recognise him"

"Clark. Son, please he would't want you to do this?"

"Alfred, you don't understand, I promised him to stay... I promised him... I prom..." Clark's voice finally cracks.

[thisunworthiesthand]

chapter 7 is up!! lots of fluff with some angst in the middle, my ideal sandwich lmao. 

some of clark’s alien weirdness was inspired by “I Slant Devoutly (Birdbrain)” by bloodvvitch and “tacere” by mediant, both on ao3. if you haven’t read them, I definitely recommend!!

[dopamineknight]

Fic Update!!!

From the series live footage of bruce wayne emotionally imploding (the original idea here!), we now have the 5th part up!

Rating: E Multichapter would you still love me if I were a bat?

Excerpt:

Bruce breathes heavily, staring at the reflection in the mirror with the taste of bile in his tongue. In his eyes, there is— Anticipation, hatred, dread, want, fear. The notion that this will happen, meeting Clark that is, talking to him, telling him about Batman… everything will probably not end well. Because Bruce may be a man with a lot in his pockets, but his hands are always empty, closed in fists, bruised, bleeding.

It always ends this way.

And sure, maybe he could… try to have the best of both worlds. Keep being Batman, and tentatively exploring what, who Bruce is with Clark, but that would mean lying. And to lie to that man, who's the brightest star in a dark sky, who's so smart, and strong, and unyielding at the hands of fate — fighting against men as rich and empty as Bruce himself — that would be worse than not having him.

Because that, for sure, would hurt him more than whatever Bruce is about to do will.

But, like Pandora's box, in his reflection a tiny thing lingers, small and flickering in the wet shine of his eyes: hope.

Cr: dividers by @strangergraphics

[iwasnotaslasher]

Chapter eleventh for ya'll! ❤️

[corpseoforchid]

just went down a superbat rabbit hole. which should i write?

actor au

arranged marriage

prince bruce/ portrait painter clark

hitman clark x bruce

Voting ended onNov 24, 2025

[starberrysap]

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

"No matter how much he tries to distance himself they always end up the same way: together. On the battlefield jumping in front of bullets or in the darkness between sheets, grasping at each other’s warm bodies."

or

Clark and Bruce fuck. Bruce is confused when suddenly there's feelings involved (but it might not be as bad as he thought it would be?) (actually it is that bad, but it might just be worth it).