An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Superman - All Media Types
Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Lois Lane, Mercy Graves & Lex Luthor, Lex Luthor & being big mad
Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Lex Luthor, Mercy Graves, Ace the Bat-Hound (DCU), Random Metropolis OCs for flavor, Lois Lane
Additional Tags: POV Outsider, outsider pov, Crack Treated Seriously, Lex Luthor Being an Asshole, Identity Porn, Secret Identity, Kryptonian Language (DCU), Kryptonian Culture & Customs (DCU), Fluff and Humor, Press and Tabloids, Lois Lane Knows Clark Kent is Superman, Established Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, no beta we die like jason todd, which is to say, this probably shouldn’t have happened but it did
Series: Part 23 of DC outsider POV
Summary:
Bruce Wayne has a Kryptonian name. Lex Luthor doesn’t. Clark panics on live TV.
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a nsfw age gap superbat request i'm working on! clark is 10ish years younger than bruce, immediately smitten, and bruce doesn't trust him at all (privately flustered by superman's forwardness and incessant need to compliment him all the time).
i've actually already posted a little blurb here, but a few other things i've written so far:
identity reveal happens when bruce drags an unconcious clark to the cave for emergency medical attention. he's stripped off his cowl to avoid distractions, and clark gasps awake with bruce actively digging in his wound, and they stare at each other, wide-eyed, until clark gets this dopey smile, head lolling to one side, and says, "you really are beautiful." bruce rolls his eyes, purposefully twisting his fingers a little too harshly as he grasps onto the bullet in superman's gut and starts pulling it out. "shut up and lie down."
bruce doesn't truly entertain the idea until he gets hurt, and kal stops all his flirting and suggestive comments with the pleading and the hearts in his eyes—just helps him, ever so gently, patch himself up, eyes wide and worried the entire time. when bruce wakes the next morning—dressed in pyjamas he doesn't remember putting on, lying in his bed that he definitely didn't climb into last night—and kal is there, watching him quietly, bruce finally considers the fact that maybe, just maybe, kal isn't like the others.
"did you know I could hear you? every thing i did, everything i said—every time we touched, i heard your heart beat faster," clark says, his hand cupping bruce's pec and squeezing, right over his heart. "i heard your blood rush to your face, or your cock," he continues, dragging his hand downward to strip bruce's length at a brutal pace. "i could smell it on you. i knew. every time we met, i knew you wanted me."
anyway it ultimately ends with bruce admitting he wants clark back and getting dicked down lol.
batman the alien
i plan to expand on my little idea from this post and write a full fic!
some notes i've jotted down:
kal thinks bruce will think less of him for his natural birth, but bruce only says that that's how almost everyone on earth is born. kal is relieved, but also finds himself fantasizing about a life where he wasn't ostracized for something that was never in his control
batman tells kal about robin, and kal asks about a spouse, quietly pleased when batman explains that robin is adopted and he has no partner, and also privately, naively upset when batman expresses his wishes to return to him. of course he'd want to. he's a good man, and he must be a good father. kal just wishes batman didn't have to leave to see his family
kal is surprised to find out that batman doesn't have pointy ears above his head—shocked to see it's just part of the cowl
dick stows away on the rescue ship, and hal only realizes when it's too late to turn back. bruce is not happy with hal, but he is glad to see dick (as robin). and kal is absolutely delighted to meet batman's son, eager to leave a good impression
also thinking abt an epilogue (maybe??) in which kal comes to earth, confessing to bruce that he never stopped thinking about him, never stopped wanting to see him and feel him and be with him
Happy birthday @unbreakabledawn!! Here's a little ficlet for you on this special day ;) <333
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Making breakfast on Saturdays was Bruce’s job – a job he liked and took pride in, and he would only ever skip if Saturdays were no more or he was dead. He’s kept up with this tradition during sleepless days of case work, weeks spent on the watchtower, and even throughout space missions. There was something about the routine that brought him comfort, a small piece of stability in an otherwise chaotic life, and maybe he also just loved that it meant he got to spend the morning with his husband, who also never skipped this part of their weekly routine.
As it was, his current predicament was no excuse for skipping this week, no matter however many new difficulties it’d bring to completing the task.
His arms and legs had started to ache after pushing together his makeshift staircase. His muscles were burning by the time he began measuring out each ingredient in their usual amounts. He tried to use physics to his advantage, employing gravity and leverage as often as possible, but it didn’t change the fact that he was shaking and panting on the top of his stairs, holding the heavy wooden spoon with both hands as he struggled to stir the thickening pancake batter.
He planted his feet on the glass of the down-turned jar below him and used all his body weight to push the spoon forward again, eyes closed, grunting with the effort, when he heard – no, felt a change that had his already overtired body jump into action. The force of his push had slid the spoon a little ways, but it had made the jar slide a lot further. He jumped to cling onto the handle of the spoon just as the jar toppled over, taking a fair amount of Bruce’s staircase with it, which damn, he worked so hard on building that.
The troubles didn’t end there, however. He had tried to push hard enough with his jump to get the spoon to slowly pole vault him over the mixing bowl and onto the empty counter on the opposite side, but he hadn’t accounted for the fatigue in his arms.
His shout when he lost his grip and plummeted downward was lost to the loud clatter of small jars and boxes toppling over. His little body plunged into the half-mixed pancake batter, the thick goo trying to suck him under as he fought to keep his head above it. He planted his feet in what felt like a pile of unmixed flour in the bottom of the bowl and was finally able to use his batter-coated hands to try and wipe the film of egg white from his head and face.
“Bruce, is that you?” Clark’s voice boomed from the doorway.
Briefly, Bruce debated diving beneath the batter again to hide so that he could save himself from the humiliation of Clark finding him like this, but he glanced up at the tall, smooth sides of the bowl and was reminded of the soreness already plaguing his limbs. He grunted, knowing Clark would hear him no matter how quiet the sound was.
“B, what in the- are you okay?” Clark’s huge, worried face peered at him from above the bowl.
Bruce’s resultant scowl had Clark poorly trying to hide a laugh.
“Are you going to get me out of here or just stand there laughing at me?”
“Sorry, sorry, it’s just- I just didn’t expect to find you in a bowl of pancake batter.” Clark chuckled, reaching down to carefully scoop Bruce from the mess.
“I didn’t expect to be in one,” Bruce grumbled, and Clark laughed harder.
Bruce listened to sweet sound of Clark’s laughter, bouncing lightly in his hand as his body shook with it. It made the feeling of the sticky batter turning into an uncomfortable paste against his skin more bearable. He still felt disappointed at not having been able to make breakfast, though.
“Sorry that we won’t be having breakfast this morning.” Bruce frowned down at Clark’s palm where the batter had begun to drip and pool once he had stopped laughing.
“Hey, that’s alright. It won’t kill us to miss Saturday breakfast for one week.” Clark tried to comfort him.
“I know, I still wanted to make it for you, though.”
Clark considered him for a moment, taking note of the trembles of him overexerted arms, and slumped posture beneath the weight of the thick batter.
“Why don’t we get you cleaned up, okay? And after we’ll come back and make breakfast together.”
Bruce looked up at him, his gentle eyes and warm smile, feeling himself relax under his gaze.
“Okay.”
Clark’s smile only brightened at Bruce’s acceptance of his proposal and he quickly made his way to bathroom, setting him on the edge of the sink while he tested the water temperature. He was scooped up again and practically melted under the warm water, the careful hands that slowly washed the batter away, fingers working over each limb to soothe away some of the soreness.
His tiny, ruined clothes were peeled off, and small dollops of soap were rubbed over his bare skin until the smell of flour and egg were no more. The rag Bruce had been using as a towel was soft and warm against his freshly cleaned body, and he snuggled into it as Clark dried him.
The most frustrating part about being this size was how quickly he got tired, and he couldn’t help the wave of exhaustion that washed over him now.
“What do you think about having a late breakfast, hmm?” Clark’s voice cut through Bruce’s haze like a warm knife through butter.
“I think I’d be okay with that,” Bruce smiled into the plush rag-towel, nestling deeper into Clark’s cupped palm.
“Good, me too,” Clark smiled, bringing Bruce up to his face to plant a soft kiss on his head before taking them back to their bedroom.
Here are my random fairy!Bruce AU thoughts somewhat ordered out:
Bruce is a fairy prince who takes the throne at a very young age after the death of his parents with only his single, most trusted advisor to continue to raise and guide the young ruler. Due to his age and inexperience, a faction of fairies throws a coup, maintaining the idea that they are just taking him out of power until he is older and that this is for the benefit of all. While the movement is more radical and not 100% supported by the populace, they still succeed in overthrowing Bruce.(perhaps it’s more that he steps down to avoid conflict, planning to take over again himself through cooperation until the moment is right)
The new ruler, however, had never planned to keep Bruce around to take back the throne. He either plans to break the boy, making him a puppet, or stage a little… accident to remove him from the situation entirely. After months of torture in captivity, Bruce escapes and flees through the woods in search of somewhere to hide. While fleeing, he gets caught in a trap, injuring himself severely.
Bruce thinks he is done for, that this is the exact kind of moment the new king was looking for in order to get him out of the way, and he just handed it over to him on a silver platter, but then, before the other fairies find him, Clark does, a writer living alone on the edge of the woods. He saves Bruce, completely smitten with both the curiosity of such a little creature and one who’s also so… pretty. His feisty personality is also more endearing than off putting in the end.
Maybe he helps heal Bruce from all his injuries and then together they find a way to return him to the throne and save the fairy kingdom, but along the way, during all the time they spend together, they fall in love. Then when Bruce is re-crowned king Clark gets real sad thinking this is it, but then Bruce shows up and confesses that he loves Clark and wants to work something out if Clark is amicable to that idea. Who knows, who knows, fairy AU!!
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