ok so i’m new to the superbat community here on tumblr (not new to tumblr nor superbat though been here over a decade, im just only now barely finding out how big the superbat community is & how tight you guys are with each other on here) and i want to participate. i’m a writer. how to be a part of your world.
When you are so proud and excited for the Superbat one shot snippet you just wrote but it's not Superbat week yet and you have no beta to share it with...
Every two months, Superman disappears to his fortress. Until one day, he shows up at the Watchtower and he's in rut. Luckily for him, Bruce is more than willing to help, and they make an agreement to share a bed every time Clark goes into rut.
This Clark and Bruce are a little depraved for each other, but neither of them knows.
I come to you after eight (8) months of not posting anything on ao3 with what might be the most explicit fic I've ever written. For @superbatweek2024 day 3: Alien biology.
(Drew this awhile back when there was an outage from my network provider. Couldn't do anything without wifi and mobile data, and so drew this instead - my first ever digital art.)
Author: Lopithecus
Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne
Rating: General
Word Count: 421
Alternate: AO3
Summary: Bruce and Clark argue about Bruce getting hurt. Bruce doesn't understand the big deal about it until Clark tells him why.
Warnings: N/A
Author's Note: This is for day 3 of SuperBat Week 2020! Enjoy!! @superbatweek
Prompt: Day 3 - Arguing
He and Clark have their fair share of arguments. They probably argue more than they should in a relationship but somehow they always manage to make it work. Bruce knows Clark loves him and he hopes Clark knows that he loves him back. However, sometimes there are arguments that even Bruce wonders if they’ll come back stronger from it. If they’ll recover enough to go back to the way things were.
“No, because you’re just being your usual arrogant self!” Clark yells, starting to walk away.
Bruce follows, his anger rising. “Me? What about you, Mister I can do it all?”
Clark scoffs, reaching the top of the stairs that will lead him from the cave to the main building. “No! You’re the one who jumped in front of that blast!”
“It was Kryptonite, Clark, what did you expect me to do?” he shoots back, still following.
Clark exits the cave. “I could have handled it.”
“Bullshit!” Bruce yells, pointing an accusatory finger at Clark. “How in the hell would you have done that, huh? It was kryptonite, for God’s sake!”
“I don’t know, I just would have.” Clark turns to him abruptly. “And then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”
“Is this what this is about? Me getting hurt?”
“It’s about you getting hurt in my defense!” Suddenly, all the fight seems to evaporate from Clark’s body. His shoulders slump and his face becomes crestfallen, frown setting in place. “Because of me.”
Bruce feels all the anger leave him, instead replaced with sympathy and love. “It was my choice to jump in front of that blast, Clark.”
“Yeah, but look at you.” Clark vaguely gestures towards him. Bruce knows Clark is referencing his broken ribs and concussion. “You got hurt pretty badly.”
Bruce sighs and walks up to Clark, grabbing ahold of his hands and squeezing them. “It’s all part of the job, you know this.”
Clark nods. “Yeah, I know but that doesn’t mean I don’t hate it.”
Bruce smiles at him reassuringly. “I know.” He shrugs. “And you know, if it had been you who got hit by that beam,” he places a hand on Clark’s chest. “I would be feeling the same way you are right now.”
A small smile graces Clark’s face, making Bruce feel a little better. He nods. “I know you would be.” He pulls Bruce closer and wraps his arms around him, squeezing firmly but carefully. “I love you.”
Bruce buries his face into Clark’s shoulder, breathing him in deep. “I love you too.”