Lol, I'm not even a proper superbat fan (of any kind, really – as I've never been obsessed), but I can't stop thinking that Got7's ‘Tidal Wave’ is the perfect song for these couples. Mainly because of the line ‘You are my kryptonite’ , but the longing in this song also fits the vibe that I get from all the different couples.
I actually really like clarkdick/superwing it’s just unpopular 💔💔💔💔 it’s so peak trust me
Imagine them having to pretend to be normal during JL meetings…. Worrying what Bruce thinks…. (The size difference…..) the uncle/nephew of it all. The hero worship….. the fact that they’re connected because dick’s hero identity is from CLARK’s culture….. ugh. Sickening.
Because that's how I wanna draw him. He's lean muscle 💪🏽
Here, he's like, 19 and in college (this is him meeting Clark Kent at a club [superwing shippers wru?]). I drew him tiny because he's not currently a vigilante and hasnt been training gym that hard so his shoulders aren't broad anymore.
In this one, I drew Damian at 20 and Dick at, like, 40. Obviously he's filled out much more.
All in all, nonny, it just depends how I'm feeling and how big I wanna draw him, really. 💪🏽
I've been having a really really hard time writing lately, and at the same time I always feel better when I actually get myself to write at least a little bit, so!! Behold, a couple of paragraphs from a longstanding clarkdick wip I worked on for the first time in almost six months <3
The context for this one: Bruce went out for dinner, leaving Dick home alone, and asked Clark to come over and babysit. Dick doesn't need a babysitter, and as annoyed as he is that Bruce is doing this nonsense, he's more than happy to have it be Clark that Bruce asked to babysit; Bruce has no idea that they've been secretly dating for months now.
CW: underage [Dick is 16]; xenocock [Clark has a knot]
“He’s left,” Clark said just as they turned down the hallway that held the door to Dick’s bedroom, tilting his head ever so slightly in the direction of the front entryway.
Before the words fully left his mouth, Dick crashed into him, pressing him into the wall with one hand on Clark’s hip while the other reached up to pull him down enough that Dick could kiss him. Even with Clark chuckling and leaning down to meet him, Dick still had to rise up onto his toes for that kiss. A flood of warmth shot through him the moment their lips connected, and Dick couldn’t help the hum of pleasure that escaped him as he moved his hands to squeeze Clark’s shoulders.
When they broke for breath, Dick hoisted himself up to wrap his legs around Clark’s waist, Clark catching him with a practiced ease before spinning them around so that Dick’s back was to the wall as Clark leaned in to kiss him again. For a blessed moment, all of Dick’s senses centered in on the heat radiating from Clark’s mouth. He was always so warm, so enticing, so comfortable, that it was hard for Dick to be anything other than joyous whenever he got to kiss Clark one more time. Then he had to readjust his legs, because Clark’s bag was digging into his inner thigh and not at all conducive to what he had planned next.
Clark chuckled, pulling back just enough to let his bag slide from his shoulder to the floor, moving so that Dick’s hips were more level with his. Dick nipped at Clark’s bottom lip and rolled his hips, bringing his rapidly hardening cock into contact with Clark’s and relishing in the soft exhale he got in response. So he did it again, rutting against Clark as he pressed his tongue further into Clark’s mouth and tangled his fingers in his hair.
After an especially hard thrust, Clark dug his fingers into Dick’s hips to hold him still.
Dick broke the kiss to grin up at him. “I missed you.”
Clark shook his head, but his smile betrayed him as he replied, “I missed you too, sweetheart.” He paused, his eyes roaming over Dick and making Dick squirm with self-consciousness in his arms. “Did you take care of the cameras?”
“Yeah,” Dick said, tamping down his urge to duck his head, “I looped this hallway after lunch, and I’ll unloop it before patrol. We won’t get caught.”
“Good boy.” Clark leaned in to kiss along Dick’s jaw, and Dick’s eyes fluttered closed as he raised his chin so that Clark could kiss down his throat.
He couldn’t hold back his moan, nor could he stop his hips from bucking up into Clark; Clark hummed against the soft flesh of Dick’s throat and bared his teeth, giving a light bite to the bare skin just above Dick’s collar before turning to bite harder into Dick’s shoulder over the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Dick’s fingers tightened involuntarily in Clark’s hair, making him look up with a raised eyebrow. Dick felt his face go even hotter; before he could look away, Clark captured his mouth once more. Dick found he almost didn’t mind that a little whine escaped him, not when Clark was the one to draw it out.
“What do you want to do tonight, darling?” Clark asked softly, his breath ghosting against Dick’s lips and sending a shiver down his spine.
“I want to do everything,” Dick breathed back, coming in for a quick kiss before continuing, “I know we can’t risk it inside the Manor, but what if we went out into the grounds, or down to the lake house, or something? I know where all the cameras’ blind spots are. We can be careful.”
Clark kissed him again before replying, this time softer and yet still taking every ounce of Dick’s breath from his lungs. “How would you like to go flying?”
It took Dick a second or two to catch his meaning, and the moment he did, he wriggled out of Clark’s arms to sprint to his bedroom. He stripped off his jeans and boxers to pull on the booty shorts he’d tossed by the hamper after training, then strode across the floor to his desk to grab his backup utility belt. After a quick check of the relevant compartments, he clipped it on overtop his T-shirt.
“What’s all this?” Clark asked as he watched from the doorway, his arms crossed in that casual way that subtly showed off his shoulders.
“We’ll need lube, and it’s easier to get in and out of shorts than jeans.” Dick glanced back and pointedly cocked his hip, delighting in how red Clark’s face went, though his eyes continued to rove along the lines of Dick’s body without any semblance of shame. “Also, Babs helped me pick these out. Do you like them?”
He spun on the ball of one foot, arching his back so that the shorts rode up ever so slightly. They hardly covered his ass before; with how Clark was now staring, they were definitely worth the cost. Dick made a mental note to thank Babs later. That was twice now her fashion advice had helped him out.
“They look great,” Clark managed.
Though his voice sounded strangled, Dick could clearly see Clark’s hard knot pulse under his jeans as his cock twitched to attention in what little space it had. Dick’s own cock gave a solid throb in response, raising the hemline of his shorts such that Dick had to tug them down to avoid exposing himself. Not that Clark would mind; Dick knew just how much Clark enjoyed helping him undress, but he also knew that if they didn’t get outside the walls of the Manor ASAP, their moaning and panting would be caught on the cameras in the room next door, which could only result in Bruce discovering their relationship.
That absolutely could not happen, not until Dick was of age.
