#like lois keeps clark away from kryptonite what even

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #6 The Reporter

Imagine dis…

We all know that the majority of the fics and prompts we read are all about Danny finding out and being rescued by the members of the Batfam but what about the Kents?

Most of the time we forgot that Clark Kent also known as Superman is a journalist that garnered attention and acknowledgment from Lois Lane herself. Superman is always seen as a pacifist due to his boy scout demeanor as well his bleeding heart.

But we all forget that he kept defeating Lex Luthor who has an IQ of 225 an IQ that surpasses Batman, who also knows his weakness on kryptonite yet Superman kept defeating him.

Walking along the busy street of Metropolis, there he saw a thin black-haired blue-eyed teen who to is thin for his liking. Looking closely, he could see the scars that the teen is failing to hide with his log sleeves that are too odd out in this mid-summer season. If this were Gotham, he would have been snatched up by Bruce due to his hobby of picking traumatized blue-eyed teens out in the streets. Even though this is Metropolis, in no way in his conscience can he even leave that lanky teen.

Approaching him is easier than talking to him and offering him free food and shelter for the time being. The teen, looked at him as if looking for any deceit or any lies, nodded, and went along with a complete stranger.

Should he be worried that this teen willingly went along with a complete stranger (he may be Superman but what if he was just a stranger with ill intentions) yes, will he worry about that for a later time, for now, he needs to make sure that the teen is able to take care of himself.

It is obvious that he is running away from a bad home seeing the scars, a packed bag, and the exhausted look on his face shows that he is on the run for some time.

As well as the fact that his instincts are screaming at him to protect this boy.

Entering a humble home of an apartment what greeted them is something you see in a commercial about families. The smell of dinner wafting through the air and the noise of two children talking and roughhousing in the living room.

Both his wife and sons raised an imaginary eyebrow and a question that they seem to convey through their eyes about the tag-along that could be Wayne bait. Shaking his head and send them a gesture through his eyes about answering later.

After the dinner they told their guest to take a bath and that he is welcome to take the spare room available.

Once Clark hears the slow and continuous breathing of their guest, Jon began blabbering in a hushed voice about their new guest while both Lois and Conner are at the side waiting for any information.

…

Danny's running away from both the GIW and his parents was not what he thought where would end. He thought that his parents would understand but in the end, they screamed about how Phantom is possessing their precious son.

Stumbling upon Metropolis is not also part of the plan as there is little to no ectoplasm, he was lucky enough that his sister and friends thought about packing edible ectoplasm to go in his emergency bag in case everything went wrong.

Now he is currently staying at a random guy’s house for the night seeing that he can’t bother this man, who has a family to feed, any longer. For now, resting for tomorrow’s challenge.

….

Now that it has been months since Clark had picked up Danny off the sidewalk but let him say that it was the best decision that he ever made. No wonder Bruce kept picking strays and just keeping them. Look at those baby blues, he swears he could pass off as his due to his looks alone.

But after some time both he and his family began to question some tendencies around Danny.

One, the boys liked to wrestle one another seeing that both have krypton blood within them then they can use force within holding back one another. Danny was just dragged along with them seeing that both boys are busy looking around where they were rolling around to wrestle and were surprised about the added pair of hands wrestling with them.

Two, he was cold, colder than an average human. They panicked for a second when they didn’t hear a heartbeat at the laughing Danny in front of them.

Three, the supers can see a very suspicious bottle that can he kept insisting is needed for his medical reasons.

Fourth, one night as Danny was helping Lois make dinner when he abruptly announced that the boys are at the front door, as Lois was about to ask when there is a knock on the door, and came in the rest of the boys.

They had concluded that Danny might have escaped from an illegal meta lab, and now seeking shelter.

But those conclusions will be trashed after Danny’s official year-and-a-half stay with the family

….

During mid-summer, the entire Kent family went and visited the farm of Ma and Pa Kent as they cannot wait any longer in meeting their new grandson.

They were all enjoying the warm summer air as well the pie that Ma had just made as it was still steaming when a literal bike crashed into Kent’s farm. Driving the said bike is a paled skin, dirty blonde green-eyed teen who is carrying another green-haired female teen who is covered in what could they assume be blood. Danny who saw the teens in question after the dust settles quickly went to help the two of them as the male one is about to burst into tears of relief the moment he laid eyes on Danny.

Danny kept his hands on the wound of the other one injured teen while the other one keep babbling in a panicked way about why his companion was in such a state.

After stabilizing the injured teen Danny began his tale of being illegal just existing.

All of the Kent’s has their blood boiling, the fact that their own government is allowing such genocide from another dimension when they are clearly sentiment as well the fact humans were the ones who tore and destroyed their homes first. If so what would all of their hard work in implementing the meta-protection law when in fact another entire civilization that had just been living peacefully is now being hunted down for existing, they have been swept under the rug.

Danny also revealed that he is in fact a hybrid while both Johnny 13 and Kitty are full ghosts or citizens of the Ghost Zone also known as Infinite realms.

As Superman, he has the urge to destroy every facility of that branch of the government as he felt anger for Danny and John his teammate also known as a Martian manhunter. He saw some sort of companion Manship between the Kryptonian and Martian as Kal-El is at the last of his kind while the Martians are critically endangered and John has experimented on area 51 before he became one of them.

Going to the government directly is a bad move as he has seen from his co-worker Clark Kent that some of his co-workers that went directly to the higher-ups are fired as they let their emotions let them control their actions and words that lead to them losing their jobs.

Not only that his teammates might think he is compromised and the fact that it might even worsen their reputation.

Both Lois Lan and Clark Kent decided that taking action as well as an acknowledgment of the Anti-Ecto laws would be the doing of both of the reporters, as they both are the best investigative reporters. Making sure their works are at the front of the newspaper as well as replacing those dubious claims about ghosts with new ones that have actual facts. Both reporters kept fanning the flame as meta-human rights activists began to loudly protest at the fact that they are somewhat like them and are being hunted just because they are different and live in a different dimension. Each newspaper claims and writes that both Lois Lane and Clark Kent kept backing it with facts as well as witnesses from the town that was deemed as a tourist trap.

Dragging Lex’s name through the mud is an extra bonus seeing that he was the one who signed those bills when he came to power briefly.

It got to the point that GIW almost made a move on the Kent family, but with JL members that kept patrolling the area around the apartment of the Kent’s they backed off.

After months of protests, rescue, arresting, protecting, and retrieval missions as well as changing the law. Clark will never forget the moment that the Anti-ecto Act was destroyed and was replaced with protecting Danny’s kind. With the smile and relief in his eyes that contains the unshed tears for his ghostly friends and himself, he reminded himself that this was the reason he became a hero in the first place.

…

After a week of the whole fiasco, Constantine kept mumbling and fidgeting around the space station as he kept muttering the words of them being doomed or being served revenge.

Batman was distraught as the world's greatest detective he tends to make a habit of knowing every piece of information available so when Superman began his campaign in writing the Anti-ecto acts he can't help but wonder where did he get that information from, seeing each claim that both Lois Lan and Clark Kent made they had hard facts that back it up. He didn’t know whether he should be impressed or distraught seeing that Clark managed to hide this information from him or the fact he was taken by surprise by what Clark Kent had done or took action instead of Superman.

But now he is more focused on their resident magician, he frowned at the behavior of Constantine ever since he learned about what had happened a few months ago as he was away on a mission for the JLD.

Batman asked what made Constantine so nervous, Constantine just let the dam of information flow as he can’t help it, as they are nearing their respective doom.

Now Batman is now worried at the possibility of an angry king who is more powerful than Darkseid, making a rune alongside Constantine with all of the core JL members present to appeal to the king for a chance in diplomacy as well forgiveness seeing that humanity is wrong here.

As Constantine began chanting many things happened all at once.

First, the runes glowed in the toxic green as the Lazarus pits.

Second, a ghostly teen child with white hair that defied gravity as well as toxic green eyes that seemed to glow and seems to look into his soul is the one who appeared.

Third, the moment this ghostly teen laid eyes on Superman he greeted Superman as an old friend and chatted about tonight’s dinner.

…

 PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.

#dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #dc #dp #superman #op danny #danny fenton

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

It might be your wound, but they’re my sutures

for @frownyalfred

Superman wasn’t invincible, not really. There was Kryptonite, of course, his unbathed heel in a world awash with yellow light. Fragments of his homeworld were a temporal wormhole in a way, a path back in time to the reality where he died with the rest of his people. That was the exception to his invincibility that most people—too many people—knew about, though few could exploit it.

Beyond that, Clark Kent was still mortal, he was pretty sure. He aged. He needed to eat and drink and sleep and all the other things humans needed to do, if at a pace and scope out of sync with the rest of the world. Lois would accuse him of splitting hairs, because he was functionally invincible. No one knew how long it might take him to die of hunger or thirst or exhaustion. He had never tried to test those limits to their fullest, just knew that he didn’t need in the same way a fragile Earthling might, dead by starvation in three weeks, by dehydration in four days.

But he was not invincible. More than hunger or thirst or pain, he knew horror. He knew grief. He knew loneliness and fear and despair. He might not die from exhaustion, but he knew the stupor that came from the blight of an overloaded brain.

He could feel it now, the way his hands felt leaden on his knees, lodestones pulling toward the Earth’s core. The way he could look at his fingers and see them, know they were his, but feel completely detached from them. Clark frowned, or thought he frowned, felt the emotion of a frown even if it didn’t wrinkle his face, and tried to concentrate on his index finger, on making it twitch even a little.

He might not be dead, but he wasn’t functioning. Vincible.

His name was a popped cartoon bubble, its edges sketched with a dashed line, the interior empty of sound and meaning. He didn’t realize it was his name at all until the shadow filled his vision, black crowding out the light.

Clark jerked back and felt rather than heard the crunching dent his skull made in the wall behind him.

—oa, whoa, easy—

The words were like his name, more outlines than sounds, but slowly the volume edged up beneath the din. Clark blinked, then squinted; to anyone watching, suddenly, startlingly more like the nearsighted, bumbling reporter he pretended to be than should be possible when clad in red and blue. But squinting helped him focus on the mouth in front of him, and the emblem behind it.

“Dick.” Clark straightened and brushed off the back of his head mechanically, wall already forgotten.

Because it was Dick—or rather, Nightwing—standing over him. Dark hair heavy with sweat clung to Dick’s forehead and temples, and there was what looked like a burn mark on his neck above the line of his costume, but otherwise he seemed unhurt.

“You’re okay?” Clark still asked, because he must. Even as he did so, he gathered what he could of his shattered focus and looked beneath skin and suit for anything troubling.

His own voice sounded far away, but at least he could hear it. He must have done a decent enough job modulating his tone, because Dick didn’t wince, just continued to stare at him with naked concern.

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#batfic #my fic #clark kent #dick grayson #bruce wayne #trauma blood and guns tw #World's Finest #SuperBros

[pocketramblr]

IF the ask fame is still opened, what about an AU where Clark learns about the Contingency plans after a villain gets their hands on some of them and Jon almost dies because of some kryptonite gas, please?

I feel like your asks have increased in angst and now they've peaked....

1- So, Jon is doing very, very poorly, treated at the Watchtower where Lois is worrying. But Clark was making her even more worried, so she sent him out. Clark goes to Bruce, who as soon as he could, saying briefly that he knows where the villains got their idea and he'll take care of it while Clark takes care of his son.

Clark pops into the cave and expects Bruce to tell him the villains were inspired by one of the many Gotham villains that use gas attacks.

He was not expecting to know that Bruce was completely revamping the Bat-Computers security with Oracle while she also traced the villains because the plans had come from inside the cave.

2- the next thing Clark knows, he may have slightly grabbed Bruce, shoved him against the wall, and demanded to know why, exactly why, his son is currently in a satellite hospital above earth, barely alive.

Bruce has, though Clark isn't thinking about that right now, been in his shoes. He's been terrified to lose his son. He's lost a son. He broke, then, and it was only Clark holding him back that kept him together afterwards for his family to help.

Bruce can't do that for Clark right now. If Clark stops hearing Jon's heartbeat, he's very certain that either his will stop soon after, or the world will lose Superman, or both.

3- Barbara alerts Alfred that he needs to get to the cave now and help Bruce, and more importantly, keep Damian and the other boys away from the cave. She's about to call in Diana or Dick for backup, when her connection to the cave cuts out.

Clark has, in the cave, blasted apart the Bat-Computer with a glare. He demands to know where any other copies of these plans are stored.

Bruce says the copies also contain a cure, which he really would like to get back to. Clark, who's still like, grabbing him, looks at him and Bruce says where the other copies are- a backup drive locked in the cave, and in his own mind.

Clark drops him and tells him that in that case, the plans for the cure better be in his mind too, then goes to destroy the backup before leaving the cave.

4- Alfred gets to the cave after, unsuccessful at keeping Damian out. Both rush down to ask what happened, Damian immediately clocking on the damage and demanding to know if a Kryptonian attacked, why Father didn't use the Contingency. Bruce, roughly, doesn't turn from his work and says the Contingency was already used. By villains. Who attacked Jon.

This is in the top five times Damian has felt so shaken in his life.

Bruce suggests Damian go stay with Dick for the night. Damian doesn't say anything as Alfred packs enough for a week.

Bruce gets to work on the cure. He zeta's it up to the Watchtower. Jon takes a few weeks, but he fully recovers.

5- Bruce and Clark do not speak to each other for 8 months, and that's mostly because of Jon snapping because he wants to know the full story behind what the hell actually happened to him.

#i hope you didn't want it to go full injustice but man it was close there for a second #i can't even imagine what the full ramifications would be rippling out from that #take way more than five hc for sure #gentrychild #pocket talks to people #ask game

[obunt]

Lois was always getting things online and putting whoever's name it was for on the parcel even if Clark didn't know it was arriving.

So when he was home alone and a parcel arrived with his name on it he didn't hesitate to see what Lois had got him this time.

He opened the strangely heavy parcel and as soon as the thick tape was removed from the lining he saw the lead sheets inside, the flow was obviously visible and Clark fell down, he dropped the parcel and pulled his side table down making a large crash.

Clark was weak and started to crawl away when there was movement at the down, thank God Lois was home. A look of horror filled his face as the delivery man stood in the door way instead.

Looks like these little rock are all that's needed to weaken you Clark.

He moves in and places a rag over his face and Clark is soon out cold.

He wakes up some time later, he's still weak but not feel ill from the stones. They must be close but not much of it.

His eyes open and he tries to talk but only a muffle moan comes out. He looks down to see himself gagged, strapped to some device and in some softly glowing boxers he's never scene before. He the realises why he's weak.

Someone has put leather boxers on him that have a coating of kryptonite on them. Weakening him to a normal man but not enough to keep him on the floor begging for help

Oh glad to see your awake Clark, I was worried that your gift would not weaken you enough for those bonds but I looks like there doing the job.

Clark glares and shouts into his gag, not sure what your trying to say there Clark.

What's that ?? You want me to feel you, play with you, explore you ??

Oh Clark, I didn't think you would be so forward but it will be my pleasure to play with such a specimen.

#meninbondage #tapegag #tapegaggedmen #malebondage #maleslave #capturedguys #capturedguy #menincollars #henrycavill

[jonxkent]

« matthew daddario, 24, he/him, dc » ∙∙ loading case file for JONATHAN SAMUEL KENT. known aliases, if any: JON WHITE, SUPERBOY (but not yet). current location: NEW YORK, NEW YORK.  current occupation: PHOTOGRAPHER/JOURNALIST INTERN. he has known to be COMPASSIONATE and INSECURE, so proceed with caution. their current alliance: CIVILIAN/VILLAIN. 

quick facts.

FULL NAME: jonathan samuel kent

NICKNAMES/ALIASES: jon, jon white, superboy (one day)

SPECIES: half-human half-kryptonian

AGE: twenty-four

BIRTHDAY: september 30th

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cismale & he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

FAMILY: clark kent (father), lois lane (mother)

RELATIONSHIPS STATUS: single

FACECLAIM: matthew daddario

HAIR: black touseled hair. average 24 year old haircut, curly and messy on top with short sides and back.

EYES: hazel

TRAITS: compassionate, outgoing, sweet, naive, stubborn, insecure

OCCUPATION: photographer / journalist intern

bio.

jon is the firstborn son of clark kent and lois lane

he grew up in smallville, but never truly felt like it was home to him

his whole life he's always felt like everyone else is running on a different wavelength to him - as though he's tuned in to a different frequency and nobody ever seems to really understand him fully

when he was 13, everything changed when he was caught up in a fight between a gang of older students at school. he'd always been tall, and they mistook him as much older than he was, jumping on him. the adrenaline caused his kryptonian dna to activate fully, and he accidentally paralysed one of the gang members, completely knocking out the rest of them.

after the accident, his parents finally told him the truth about his father and where he'd come from, his father gifting him a necklace with a crushed green stone inside called kryptonite. as long as he wore the necklace, his powers would be subdued and he'd be able to live a normal life.

unfortunately everything was far from normal - he was basically ignored at school, the story of what had happened followed him everywhere he went. smallville wasn't exactly the biggest place.

to further his isolation, he began to realise he was bisexual - and though his parents were nothing but loving and supportive, the attitudes in the town weren't exactly the most welcoming.

it wasn't until the battle of new york that jon really snapped into action. he begged his father to help, he begged that he could go and help himself, but clark refused saying that it 'isn't our fight'.

jon tore off his necklace with full intention to fly to new york and help in the battle, but he was overwhelmed by his abilities. he had never learned to control his enhanced senses, to cope with the intense noise of hearing even the slightest breath of a bumblebee's wings 4 miles away. lois tied the necklace back around his neck and he lost consciousness.

when he woke up a few days later, he was furious. he put 2 and 2 together and realised that the kryptonite necklace had been nothing but a way to keep him under control - and so he packed his bags and headed for new york.

and that is where we find him today.

he's managed to get an internship as a journalist, without name-dropping his mother, and is doing photography on the side to help pay the rent. he goes by the name 'jon white' in the hopes that his parents won't find him, having cut all ties and contact with them as of right now. he still wears his kryptonite, it's become a kind of crutch for him now - he fears his own powers if he removes it.

Feel free to message me for plots on here or discord! I'm so excited to bring my version of Jon to life <3

#394.intro #bio #tw: injury #tw: bullying

[lily-lois]

Another ‘What if Jon existed on John Henry’s earth?’ ficlet

Still taking place in 1x08, but it’s the scene where Lois talks John Henry out of killing Superman. Instead, it’s Jon who talks him out of it.

Tags: @@jonkentdeservesbetter 

“Stop!”

Jon and Lois ran into the room, past the armed guards pointing guns at John Henry. The mother-son duo hardly heard Sam Lane saying “Hold your fire!” as his daughter and grandson ran in between them and the man who was about to kill Superman.

“You wanted to see us? Here we are,” Lois said, trying her best to keep her voice steady. Jon could only look at his dad, who was mere inches away from death. Superman’s eyes were closed while he struggled to breath properly.

“You should go, Lois. And take Jon with you,” John Henry said, only taking his eyes off Superman to glance at Jon. He fought hard to ignore the twinge in his chest at the sight of the teenager.

“We’re not leaving,” Jon spoke. Before he could beg for his dad’s life, John Henry lifted his kryptonite spear.

“Suit yourself.” Before he dealt the finishing blow, Lois yelled.

“John, we know about Natalie!”

The change in John Henry was subtle yet obvious at the same time. His grip faltered and his face softened in grief.

Jon took a step forward and slightly raised his hands. “We know what happened on your world. To your family. To your wife and kids. I’m so sorry.”

“Then you know why I have to do this, kid.” John Henry said, looking at Superman. He knew that if he took another look at the boy who looks exactly like his dead son, he would falter even more.

“I see the anger in your eyes and it’s something I can relate to- the torture that comes with wondering if you failed, if there was something you could’ve done to save them,” Lois pleaded.

Jon took another step forward. He was almost close enough to grab the spear. “Whatever happened on your earth wasn’t your fault. And it wasn’t Superman’s fault, either.”

“You don’t know what’s coming,” John Henry said. If there was a chance he could save a Lois Lane and a Jonathan Lane, he was going to take it.

“Look, I’ve seen the videos from your world, and I promise you that our Superman is nothing like yours. He would never turn evil and he would never hurt anyone. He would never kill anyone,” Jon said. He hoped he was getting through to John Henry. His father’s life depended on it. Jon looked down at his barely conscious dad- could he hear what he was saying?

“Do you know that for sure?” John Henry questioned.

“Yeah I do,” Jon nodded. “Superman is a hero. He would never do the things that happened on your earth.”

“And if you kill him, an innocent man, what does that make you?” Lois asked. Her voice was calmer than her heart, which was beating practically a million beats per minute. She felt some pride overcoming her fear- Jon was doing whatever he could to save his father’s life. He was using compassion.

John Henry looked at Lois then at Jon. He took a deep breath and relented, throwing the spear to the floor. DOD agents quickly swarmed him while he looked at Jon kneeling down next to Superman, whispering to him. John Henry felt a pang, knowing he would never hear his son ask him “are you okay?” or anything again. This earth’s Jonathan was just as compassionate and brave as his. At least he had Lois, who stood above him and Superman.

                                                   ~~~~~~~~

After Sam walked out the medical room where Superman was sitting, Jon rushed into the room, barely missing his grandfather. Thankfully, the room was empty except for the superhero. Jon ran up to his dad and threw his arms around him.

“Woah,” Clark exclaimed, smiling.

Jon pulled away. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

Clark shook his head. He wasn’t going to tell his already worried son that he knocked the breath out of him. “No, you didn’t.”

Jon relaxed. “Are you okay?”

“I am, thanks to you and your mother. But especially you.” 

Jon shrugged. “It was nothing, really, all I did was talk to him.”

Clark put a hand on Jon’s shoulder. “It was far more than nothing. I’m proud of you. Not just for saving my life, but for showing compassion and courage.”

“Does it really count as courage when I knew that John Henry wouldn’t  hurt me?” Jon asked, before his eyes widened. “Wait, you heard what I said?”

“I did,” Clark admitted. “You do know that I would never turn on humanity, right?”

Jon nodded. “Of course I know that!”

Clark continued. “I don’t know what videos you saw in John Henry’s RV, but I can’t imagine how horrifying it must’ve been to see...”

“Me and mom getting murdered? Yeah, it was...” Jon sighed. “I understand why John Henry is so scared of you turning. But I know you would never hurt us or anyone.”

Clark pulled Jon into another hug. He swore that nothing would happen to his family. “I love you.”

“I love you too, dad.”

#superman and lois #superman & lois #jonathan kent #Lois Lane #john henry irons #clark kent #superman #jon kent deserves better

[greenteafiend]

Another random superbat fic snippet

If it wasn’t a life or death situation, he could almost appreciate the irony—Clark Kent has been taken hostage by Lex Luthor to lure Superman into a trap. 

It’s not even a creative trap. 

They’ve forced Clark into a vest rigged with explosives, and lined the room with a special rock Luthor calls 'kryptonite'. There’s a tape recorder blaring Luthor’s demands, which contain no surprises: Surrender, Superman. Come here and give yourself up or else the reporter gets it. If you alert the police, the reporter gets it.

But given that Superman is the reporter in question, it’s looking more and more like he’ll be getting it. ‘It’ being blown up. 

With how those glowing green rocks are making him feel, an explosion might just kill him. He’s drained, the most powerless he’s ever felt. He doesn’t have the strength to stand, much less break out of the ropes tying him to the chair.  

The world around him has become difficult to parse—physical pain isn’t something he’s had to bear very often in his life, and he’s finding himself embarrassingly unequal to it. 

It takes every ounce of self-control he has to keep himself silent, to trap pained whimpers behind his teeth. His entire body feels the way people have described migraines to him—a throbbing, pulsing, all-consuming agony. He keeps blinking dazedly down at his lap, at his wrists tied to the armrests, surprised that his body still looks like one, because surely this feeling means his bones have melted? Surely his organs and muscles and sinew have evaporated into dust? 

He feels something warm and slippery sliding down his face, dripping onto his collar, and it makes him feel sick to his stomach with wrongness—he’s never bled before.  

Clark is vaguely aware of Luthor saying some things, but he doesn’t quite have it in him to understand. Not with the way Luthor’s voice loops in the background from the cassette player. Suddenly a hand fists in his hair, yanking his head back sharply. He can’t help the pitiful sound he lets out. 

Someone slaps him across the face, that hand in his hair holding him steady, making him take it. His glasses clatter to the floor. His cheek stings so sharply it brings tears to his eyes.

“Are you listening to me,” Luthor asks, almost tenderly.

“Yes,” Clark manages to choke out.  

“Unfortunately, it seems like Superman either hates you personally, or is wise about our trap.” 

The hand in his hair lets go, and Clark’s head immediately flops down, weak as a newborn baby. He doesn’t have the strength to lift it. He is gripped tightly by the chin next, and then his face tipped up roughly so Luthor can stare him in the eye.

Luthor sighs. His knuckles brush Clark’s cheek—one of the spots where he’d been pistol-whipped—wiping away moisture dispassionately. Clark doesn’t know if it’s blood or tears. There are both are on his face. 

“You’re truly pathetic, Kent. I can’t fault you; you’ve played the part of terrified, innocent, victim beautifully. What a picture you paint...” There’s an underlying tone of admiration in Luthor’s voice that gives Clark unpleasant chills. 

Luthor sighs again.

“I can’t believe he didn’t come for you. Although, I suppose you’re no Lois Lane.”

“Keep her name out of your mouth,” Clark snaps, fear for Lois giving him a tiny burst of energy that dissipates as quickly as it flares.

That earns him another slap—the force of it wrenches his face sideways.

“Now, now. You wouldn’t want your last words to be impolite, would you?” 

Luthor presses a button on the bomb strapped to his chest, and it starts beeping. 

“Enjoy your last ten minutes.” With those parting words, Luthor leaves the room.

Three minutes later, the recording of Luthor’s voice ceases, blessing Clark’s ears with silence. If this is going to be the last seven minutes of his life, he’s happy he gets to spend it without Luthor’s threats in his ears.

Clark doesn’t hear footsteps. One second he is alone, and then next, black boots simply appear in front of him at the edge of his vision. 

Another hand touches him, tips him up by the chin. This one is gloved and gentle. Careful, like he’s breakable.

When Clark sees who the hand belongs to, he almost can’t believe his eyes. He’s fairly certain he’s still in Metropolis, so how could it be—

“Batman?”

“Don’t panic,” says Batman. “I’m getting you out of here.”

#i guess it's 'let's hurt clank kent' hours for me atm #superbat #clark x bruce #clark whump #they don't know each other's private identities at this point #but they have met professionally so to speak #my writting #superbat fanfic

[frostysfrenzy]

I rewatched Roulette the other day, and it left me with a lot of thoughts about Chloe and Oliver and the whole journey from friends to mere acquaintance to friends to lovers that really hit me.

We know that she's pretty quick to help him. Season 6 she has her first go as watchtower. Of course she had to find out about it all herself. But he immediately let her in on it. Maybe a little reluctantly, but Oliver doesn't do too much without some level of trust or hope. And they obviously having a solid friendship, since she's the one that called him back in Siren. And she trusted him enough to not take him to the hospital in toxic. She knew, whatever it was. There was a reason. That was all her.

Now, of course, things faltered mid season, she told others that he couldn't be trusted. But that's a whole other can of worms. He killed a guy. Easy to mistrust. But I'm not going there. Everything doomsday and post just really screwed them over. Screwed everyone over. But Chloe was not so surprisingly, a mess. They both were. In different ways

Flash to Roulette. Chloe was the one to drag him from his personal depths of hell. Chloe was the one that knew what to do for him, and she trusted it would work. She wanted him to see himself, to come back. She took the time to put a whole squad together, one who was likely a little iffy on their own trust of anyone to help him. And as soon as Ollie's home safe, he knows she's the only one that knows everything about him, and the only one that would do it (sorry Clark) crediting her with saving his life. She trusted he'd come back, just needed that not so little shove (didn't think a tricycle would make a strong enough point). "I trust you Oliver, just not that much." Point is, she gave him some trust, the benefit of the doubt.

(Plenty more below, the more lovers and trust part)

That obviously wasn't the start of them together, because he was still going after Lois the following ep. But it's clear in Conspiracy that they've had something going, but again, just having fun. Not fully based on trust, but there's somewhat of a mutual understanding of each others ways (they understand their allegiances to Clark and the team). Let's face it, anyone else would've though Chloe was insane stockpiling the kryptonite, and he did, but before long he was moving it for her to keep it safe from Tess, who he certainly trusted less. Then of course, escape. The secret relationship not so secret, and not so unserious after that. We all know Ollie, when he falls, it's not easy to drag him away from it (re, Lois)

Season 10 forced them into a new level of trust. She runs off, largely unexplained, and he knows that she doesn't want to be found, fights all the demons telling him to go after her, trusts that somehow. Does everything in his power so that she'll feel safe to come back.

Then she comes back. In a virtual world. He trusts the virtual avatar of her, after watching her materialize from a wall while he stands in a straitjacket. He's the first one to even consider trusting her, even before Clark, or Lois, who have known her for years longer. He didn't take that leap just because he could, or was told to. He even said (I trust you) "with my life"

No matter how often they had their issues, how often they were forced apart, how much they felt they couldn't trust each other or even didn't want to, there was still some level there. Until it got to the point where the trust became so strong, that's all they could do, was trust each other with their heart and their life.

#smallville #chlollie #chloe sullivan #oliver queen #i don't even know if this is logical at all but i was inspired #I've been sitting on it since yesterday morning and finally got to writing it #just another novel by me

[theloisxlane]

@kryptonsxlastxson​

CLOSED

“Hey, babe, can you bring me another-”

Lois glanced up from her laptop to find a steaming cup of coffee already being handed to her, in her favorite mug. Grinning, she tilted her head up towards her husband and released a loving sigh. It no longer surprised her, after being married this long, that Clark seemed to anticipate her needs before she’d even considered them. Much like he could sense a change in her mood without even she her expression shift, merely from a change in her breathing. It was nothing but a blessing and a privilege to be loved so entirely. “Thank you,” she responded warmly, gladley taking the mug from his grip and puckering her lips for a quick kiss before returning her attention back to her work.On one side of the screen, she had three email windows stacked on top of one another; on the other half, she had a word document open in which she had been taking copious notes. The standard collection of red squiggly marks beneath misspelled words present. “How are the boys? Still sleeping peacefully I hope.”

Though she was still actively on maternity leave -- and frankly, you couldn’t keep her away from her babies for more than five minutes without her suffering from withdrawal -- she'd been utilizing nap times to catch up on emails. Much to her and Clark’s weariness, synchronizing Jon and Jordan's naps was a constant battle. Thus, even if Lois hadn't been so absorbed in new parenthood, she would have had little time to miss work. Numerous sleepless evenings slumped over her desk when she first started at the Planet had not prepared her for being roused twenty times a night by the tiny wails of restless newborns. 

But oh was she beyond content. 

With the joys of parenthood keeping them both plenty distracted, Lois hadn't touched her Antonio Martinez story in months. But, she certainly had not forgotten that what was intended to be an exposé on art forgeries had ended with her and Clark being cornered in an alley by a crook armed with a piece of fake Kryptonite. Talk about a plot twist. "I'm really starting to gather some pretty interesting information on our perp, though nothing about where he got that fake rock so far." Little did the scoundrel realize, but his attempt essentially ensured that Lois would exhaust all available resources to investigate him. She did not take kindly to anyone threatening her husband life, farce or otherwise. “Called the state prison again as well, he still isn’t talking” 

#( &. — INTERACTIONS ) #( &. — CLOIS 009 ) #( &. — K ARC ) #tw : mention of criminal activity #tw : mention of prison

[badacts]

the water is rising/i’m too tired to swim

There was nowhere else on Earth like Smallville. Or, for that matter, off of it.

Of course, little but the high holidays and complete disaster seemed to bring him back here these days. Sometimes he had to wonder whether regular adults felt the same as him, living so far from the places they’d grown up in. That aching wonder at being able to come home, with the overlapping whisper of a sense that that home couldn’t last forever.

Disaster made Clark Kent more introspective than Christmas, it turned out.

Bruce, who had stripped down to the suit baselayer with a pair of Clark’s sweatpants pulled over top, was leaning against the railing of the porch. He appeared to be watching the sunrise, though Clark suspected that was a front for him staring into the middle distance lost in thought. Clark would swear part of the reason the man kept the lenses in his cowl down during League meetings was to disguise the difference between his absent thinking expression and the force of his focus.

“How’s he doing?” Clark asked, voice kept low. Ma and Pa would be up soon anyway, but after the late night they’d caused it was the least he could do.

“Lantern is fine,” Bruce replied. His only tell was a tightening of his knuckles on the railing, there and then gone.

“And you?”

This earned him a look. “Any word from Diana?”

“She’ll be here by tonight with news. But we have our orders.”

“Orders.” Bruce’s expression was one of immense distaste. “We have a round table for a reason.”

“That’s what I’m usually telling you,” Clark replied, just as he normally would, and then winced. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” 

Now Bruce’s face had gone still, an indication either that he was angry or that he genuinely had no idea what Clark meant. Clark, used to treading that particular line on the side of caution - at least in this one respect - felt his eyes becoming inexorably attracted to his feet. Being back home turned him into an ashamed eight-year-old too easily.

“I should have been prepared,” he said. 

Because he should have been. He should have known. Of all the temptations and causes, there were few other things Hal Jordan would like to throw his life away for with that particular degree of abandon. This had been Clark’s problem, and he should have been able to solve it without ever involving either of these two men, with their particular idiosyncrasies.

Just - kids were a hotspot for both of them, even kids from far-flung planets being trafficked across a variety of civilisations that just so happened to include the human ones. Bruce had long accepted that it was more reasonable to live for children, not die for them, but Hal hadn’t got that memo yet.

“You can’t possibly imagine that I’m angry with you.”

“I,” Clark began, and then stopped. To be honest, he hadn’t really imagined that Bruce wasn’t.

Bruce turned to look at him more fully, coolly assessing. The huff afterwards was indecipherable. 

“Bruce-”

The man had turned back to the horizon. He said, “Clark, have I ever struck you as the type to make excuses for Green Lantern?”

Clark stepped up and leaned against the railing next to him. “There was never any danger of anyone accusing you of favouritism, certainly. Well, not towards Hal.”

The huff this time was definitely shaded with amusement. “Lantern can take responsibility for his own mistakes, Kal. He doesn’t need you falling on your sword for him.” 

It wasn’t a mistake, Clark didn’t say, because he didn’t need to. But Bruce’s anger would translate as it liked to - Clark had known him for long enough to know that.

“Well, what’s a mission without the post-mission pervasive guilt,” Clark replied, an attempt at humour. Because it was Bruce, it didn’t fall flat. That was one thing about the man no one who didn’t know him would guess - humourless he may seem, but he was capable of poking fun at himself. Or maybe it was just because he knew Clark well. 

It was Hal’s bloody victorious smile that had done it, he thought. Or maybe it was Batman’s sudden anger, alien from beneath the cowl which usually presented only the cold judgement of old god. That fierce protective anger usually reserved for Robins, in a situation where there were no Robins to be found. Or that Clark hadn’t known that Green Lantern might be a focus of it, hadn’t known there was anything there to know.

It wasn’t that it didn’t make sense. It’s that he hadn’t considered it, not once. 

“You boys need to get to bed,” Ma said from the door. She was folded warmly into her dressing gown, the one Lois had got her for Christmas a few years back. “Don’t think I don’t know you’ve been up all night.” Her cool hand settled on Clark’s back, like it had from the time he got tall enough she didn’t have to hunch to do it.

“I’m always up all night,” Bruce replied, with a lilt of amusement at himself.

“Well, maybe in those cities that never sleep, that works. Out here, if you don’t sleep with the sun, you won’t get through a day on the farm,” Ma replied. Her other hand pressed to Bruce’s back, there and gone. “You look exhausted.”

“Well, if I need to help milk cows later,” Bruce conceded. It was entirely possible that he had no idea Ma and Pa didn’t keep dairy cows on the property, and hadn’t since their last gentle old house cow had gotten too old to calve. For a man with a seemingly encyclopedic knowledge on many topics, his practical knowledge of farming was limited to desultorily prodding at the inner workings of Pa’s old truck.

“Off you go,” Ma ushered, shooing them into the house like a woman her size shouldn’t have been able to. “I’ll wake you if the world is ending.”

“Not if I hear it first,” Clark said.

*

Bruce retreated to the guest room, feet soundless on the rugs along the hall floor. Martha was right enough, that he needed sleep. As irritating as it was to need it now in particular, he could concede that there was little place safer than Superman’s family home while Superman was in it.

Hal was curled on his side in the guest bed, though he twitched and roused at the sound of the door opening. “Mmff. Hey, baby.”

“Lantern, it’s me,” Bruce replied brusquely.

“Nothing wrong with my eyes,” Hal said. He moved under the duvet, and then hissed out his breath. “Unlike my ribs, fuck.”

“Give me a pillow.”

One incredulous brown eye focussed on him from amidst said pillows. He seemed to have placed them strategically, though Bruce wasn’t sure when.  “Over my suppurating corpse.”

Of course. Bruce picked up his cape from the pile of his gear in the corner and spread it on the floor beside the bed. There was at least a thick rug, some kind of synthetic shag.  

“The fuck are you doing?”

“Sleeping,” Bruce replied. “You ought to do the same. You’ll be coherent enough for a strategic meeting later.”

“That’s a funny way to describe you and Clark arguing in the kitchen while Diana watches and laughs internally,” Hal said, “But it does explain a lot about your personal approach to injury recovery.”

“It’s just a concussion.”

“If you could tell yourself from six hours ago that, I’d appreciate it.”

Bruce wore that like the censure it was meant as. He knelt down on the rug, though it made his spine complain and his hip crack audibly. Another shade of embarrassment. At least this one was in front of the team member most likely to understand human fallibility. 

Hal heaved a gusty sigh. “Just get in.” 

“What?”

The single eye managed to convey challenge as well as the rest of the man tended to. A hand pushed the blankets back.

“It’s a double,” Bruce said. The Kents clearly didn’t have many guests visiting who measured over 5’8”.

“We can snuggle,” Hal replied.

“With those ribs?” Bruce asked, but conceded. The floor had never looked tempting, but it failed to even begin to measure up against a bed with Hal Jordan in it. 

“Unbelievable,” Hal muttered as Bruce slipped in beside him. The mattress was body-warm where he’d sprawled across it, and a touch too soft. It rolled them into the centre together, something Hal seemed eager to take advantage of. Wary of bruises, Bruce allowed himself to be nudged onto his back with Hal’s good side belly-down on him, head cupped into his shoulder.

Once settled, Hal let out a momentous sigh. “Nice.”

“I live to serve.”

“Well, that’s not true, but okay,” Hal said into his shirt. “You scared the fuck out of Clark.”

That’s not at all how Bruce remembered the situation, but it seemed cruel to contradict someone with a head injury. Also, Hal’s good arm seemed to be trying to wriggle between Bruce’s back and the mattress, and it was distracting.

“He thought you were going to produce kryptonite from some orifice and rip his stomach out his nose,” Hal continued. “You told him it wasn’t his fault, right?”

“Of course,” Bruce replied. “I told him it was yours.”

Hal huffed a laugh. “Actually, it’s yours, if anything.”

Bruce looked down at him. After a moment, Hal’s head rolled so their eyes met. There was amusement on his sleepy face. “You really shouldn’t’a started going out to fight gods and aliens in leather and kevlar. Or you shouldn’t have slept with me. One of those two things.”

“Guess which one I think it is.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’ve got regrets. Well, so do the rest of us, you’re not special. And, might I just add-”

“I’m not sure I could stop you.”

- you still ended up in bed with me right now.”

Bruce sighed through his nose, looking to the ceiling. “There’s only one spare bed.”

“You could have shared with Clark. It wouldn’t be the first time, right?” The tone was distinctly lascivious. Hal shouldn’t have had the blood content for that quite yet, but it proved his healing capacity if nothing else. Bruce felt an expression of distaste cross over his face, but doubted Hal could see it from his position.

“This is purely for practical reasons,” he said, like there was anything in his life he’d done out of practicality. And like he didn’t have an arm around Hal’s shoulders, curling him close. 

“Sure, pull the other one,” Hal said, “It’s got an alternate reality where we somehow managed to only ever fuck once on it.”

“The regret gets stronger every time you open your mouth.”

“As if.” To prove his point, Hal gave him a lazy grope. “Did you share those regrets with your-”

“Shh,” Bruce interrupted. He removed Hal’s hand, though not with any particular degree of firmness. 

The truth of the matter was that Bruce was not in the habit of lying to himself - he was firmly of the belief that that particular habit, more than any other, got one killed. And perhaps the best he could expect was dying in a manner of his own choosing, but if he got to pick, being surprised by something he’d willfully ignored was not the way he would go.

He’d known since that night that it was never something that he’d do just the once. Case in point: Hal Jordan wouldn’t let it happen that easily. 

He’d also known that it was a problem. A personal problem. One that didn’t start or end in the bedroom. That had also proven true.

In the quiet, Hal had settled. His breath was warm on the skin over Bruce’s heart.

“You feel so good,” he mumbled. “How do you always feel so good?”

Bruce had been wondering the same thing. He just held back tighter.

#batlantern #halbruce #hal jordan #bruce wayne #clark kent #dc #how many times did i CHANGE TENSE y'all #my fic #batman #green lantern #title from drown by martin garrix

[takadasaiko]

The Ache (a Superman & Lois oneshot)

FFN II AO3

Summary: Clark can still feel the ache that lingers even after shards of Kryptonite are removed. Set at the end of 1.06. Clois.

The Ache

After all these years it still amazed him that the fractured pieces of his own home planet could cripple him like they did. It hurt. It always hurt. The moment that the Kryptonite touched his skin it felt like he was on fire. From the point of contact spreading through his veins, it brought him to his knees every time. And if it broke skin the ache lasted long after the Kryptonite had been removed. Even after everything else had been returned to normal.

It was second nature to push it back. To be strong. First to handle the situation with the military personnel who had been deployed to handle Tag Harris, then to have a much needed conversation with his father-in-law about the fact that he'd approved his people firing Kryptonite rounds at a teenage boy, and then Jonathan's broken wrist, courtesy of his brother. Not to mention Lois nearly getting killed that day while he'd been in Metropolis with the boys. Couldn't forget that one. The adrenaline from the day was just starting to wear off as he stepped out of the shower and he had to catch himself as the ache that had lingered for hours now caught up to him like he was being shot all over again and he stumbled, barely catching himself against the bathroom wall. He looked down, half expecting visible signs that Kryptonite bullets had pierced his shoulder, and even though there weren't any, he could feel it deep in the muscle.

"Clark, you okay?"

He pulled in a deep, steadying breath at the sound of his wife's voice and realized he still had one hand against the bathroom wall to keep himself upright. The intake of oxygen only managed to focus the pain and he exhaled sharply, squeezing his eyes shut as he leaned heavily, right hand going to his bare shoulder and his fingertips ghosting over solid skin carefully. No, it didn't feel like there were any shards left behind. This was just a general ache. The aftermath of getting hit with Kryptonite.

"Clark?" Lois called as she eased the door open, peeking in.

"Hey. Sorry."

Her brows drew together instantly and she moved forward, her long fingers reaching out to cover his and inch them away from his shoulder that looked like it had never taken a hit. She knew, though. She always knew. "What happened?"

Clark tried for a reassuring smile and caught her fingers, bringing them up to his lips to press a kiss to them. "Somewhat-friendly fire."

Lois dragged in a sharp breath and he saw her jaw clench in frustration. "Only one kind that doesn't bounce off without a problem," she murmured, taking a closer look at the unmarred skin. "I'm trying to give the benefit of the doubt…. What do you mean by somewhat-friendly?"

"Military."

"With Kryptonite ammunition?"

He made a small sound of acknowledgement as he took a tentative step forward to where his clothes were laid out on the toilet, shedding the towel unceremoniously on the floor for his boxers and t-shirt. He stepped into the boxers and carefully pulled the t-shirt over his head, grimacing against the strained muscles in his shoulder.

"And who were they planning on using live, Kryptonite rounds on?" Lois asked, her voice tight. She knew Tag Harris had been in Metropolis and she knew that Clark had had to step away when he'd taken Sarah Cushing with him, but he'd missed the part about the Kryptonite. Thankfully she wasn't focusing in on that accidental omission. It wasn't like it hadn't been a busy night.

"The kid," Clark breathed as he bent slowly for the towel and tossed it towards the waiting hamper before shuffling out the door towards their room.

"My dad authorized Kryptonite rounds for a kid," Lois seethed. "Just when I think I've heard how far he'll go."

"Believe me, I let him know exactly how I felt about it," Clark assured her as he flopped out on their bed, burying his face in his pillow. Well, he was never moving from this position again. That much was obvious.

The bed dipped to his left as Lois climbed on after him, straddling him rather than climbing over. He felt her hands press gently on either arm as she leaned in, a kiss gentle between his shoulder blades before moving to what would have been an exit wound if he'd been human. The touch of her lips sent a warm sensation flooding through him and he breathed out a content sigh that he wouldn't have thought he could manage after a day like the one he'd had.

"We knew he was stockpiling Kryptonite," she murmured, rolling so that she was laid out on her side next to him.

He turned to face her. "I never thought your dad would authorize use against a kid."

"What was the alternative? Authorize use against you? Tell me a scenario where that makes sense."

"I don't know," he sighed and wrapped an arm around her middle, pulling her close against him. Her touch helped ease the ache. He felt her fingers tease the edge of his t-shirt, slipping under it so that her nails barely touched the skin at the small of his back along his spine. A shiver ran through him and he inched just a little closer. Yep, that was definitely what she was going for. It's like they'd been married for over fifteen years.

"I'll talk to him."

"No," he sighed. "This has to be between him and me."

"If he's hoarding weapons that can hurt you, then it's just as much my fight as yours."

Clark finally let his eyes slide open to find a pair of hazel ones fixed on him. "I love you for that," he breathed.

"Just that?"

He cracked a grin and inched up to kiss her forehead. "And so much more," he promised, "but this is General Lane and Superman."

"I think those lines between family and hero'ing blurred a long time ago, babe. He certainly doesn't see them."

"Maybe not, but I have a responsibility."

"So does he. Hey." She waited until he met her gaze again. "Don't let him hide behind his bullshit. He will if you give him half the chance."

"I know."

"See, you say that, but it's only because you're a softy and you'll let him do it anyway."

That pulled the smallest of smiles from him. "I've been finding ways to handle your dad long before you and I even got together. He wasn't exactly my biggest fan when we met."

"He wasn't your biggest fan when he found out we were dating either, but he respects you now. Does he know they shot you?"

"It would have been in the reports. I was focused on Tag."

"Fair, but he doesn't know Tag. Next time try a more direct approach. When you're in red and blue he doesn't see you as his son-in-law, he sees you as an asset. Make him see that his orders put an asset in danger and maybe next time he'll think twice about it next time."

"You know they weren't aiming for me, right?"

"Maybe not, but both Dad and I know that you'll always get between an oncoming bullet and an innocent person." She propped herself up on her elbow so that she was leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. "I'm sorry he hurt you."

"I'm alright."

"I'm glad."

He reached up, his touch gentle against her face as he guided her down to meet him in a kiss. She shifted her weight to lean in and he felt the remaining ache start to ease from his body. It had been a terrible day, there was no denying that and there were lessons to be learned all around, but they could be learned. They would be. Jordan would gain control over his strength, Jon would forgive his brother, and Clark knew that with Lois' guidance he could find the best way to get through to her father when it came to the newly talented Tag Harris. It was a journey, and they were on it together for better and worse. And if they remained on it together, he had to believe it would always be better in the end.

----

Notes: I wanted to write last night so I opened up my two open one shots that I have in progress and guess what? I wrote a third.

Hope everyone is having a great week!

#Superman & Lois #Superman & Lois fanfiction #Superman & Lois fanfic #Clark Kent #Lois Lane #Clois

[lunap95]

Chapters: 4/7 Fandom: Super Sons (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne Characters: Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Maya Ducard, Collin Wilkes, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Kara Zor-El Additional Tags: Roommates, Domestic Fluff, adopting a pet, High School, Jealousy, Running Away, Partners in Crime, Fake/Pretend Relationship, getting caught, Heartbeats, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Masquerade, Family Vacation, Marriage Proposal, JonDami Week 2021 Summary:

Hey hey hey! And here is day 4 of @jondami-week​ with all the prompts used yeah! I also threw a Wayne Gala over there because who doesn’t love a good old Wayne Gala.

Chapter 4: Secret/fake relationship | Getting caught | coming out

As always you can also read it under the cut

“Can you please repeat?” asked Jon too confused to understand the words that just escaped Damian’s lips.

“I need you to be my date in the next Wayne Gala.”

And Raos had Jon been waiting to hear those words because lately it had been harder to keep his hands for himself when Damian was close to him so the prospect of expending a whole evening holding his hand, parading around with him, letting everyone know that Damian Wayne was happily dating Jonathan Kent.

The issue was they were not dating. Heck, Damian did not even know he was in love with him.

“I-well-why?” he finally asked.

“I have decided it is time to come out to the public, if only for them to stop pairing with every young woman who approached me.”

Jon knew he should not feel this excited; it was probably due to that paper that claimed Maps and Damian were in a romantic relationship. But this was his golden chance, a day to deceive himself and savour what would be like to truly date Robin without the fear of destroying their friendship. Kathy was going to kill him for being so stupid.

And so here he was, in the red carpet of the Wayne Gala, the youngest hair of the company holding his hand while a swarm of paparazzi took pictures of them and shouted questions that were swiftly ignored. It was not his first time in a gala, Bruce had invited the Kent family several times, but this time was different. Because he came with Damian. As his boyfriend.

Maybe Jon died and this is his heaven.

Once inside, several important families of the Gotham socialite approached them to either meet Jon with a friendly smile to assure being in the Wayne’s grace or to ignore him completely while throwing comments like “you should meet my daughter/niece/single female family member”. If this was what galas were for the Wayne kids, Jon was starting to see why Damian had asked him to pretend.

But thankfully, the support of Bruce Wayne meant the last ones were the least and as soon as they spoke Damian shut them up with a few remarks, pushing Jon away from them. It was actually quite cute seeing how angry his friend got every time someone dismissed him.

“I’m not cute,” Damian growled. They were resting a bit in one of the balconies, completely alone with only the stars watching them.

“D, I’m sorry to be the one to break this news to you,” he shoved the last of the canapes in his mouth. “But you are super cute.”

“Since when? I’m a former assassin, a seasoned vigilante, I could probably kill everyone in this room without breaking a sweat!”

“Yes, but you are also tiny,” he dodged the napkin Damian threw at him.

“Then what about you? You are way cuter than me.”

“I am not… wait, you think I’m cute?”

Damian’s face turned the same red as his Robin uniform while he avoided his eyes. The silence imposed between them, Jon too scared to even move and Damian trying to disappear and mumbling something close to “why did you think I invited you”. After a few minutes, Jon took a step forward, then another, then another, until he was right in front of his friend, who seemed super interested in his shoes.

“Damian,” he whispered his name. “I’m going to kiss you right now, so if you don’t want me to, just say it.”

He waited for almost two heartbeats but seeing as his friend was quite happy with not saying anything, he let his hand caress his neck and pushed him just enough so their lips met. It was tentative at first, both tasting how the other felt against them. But like everything that had to do with Superboy and Robin, it soon turned into a competition and Jon found himself biting the bottom lip so he could shove his tongue inside his mouth at the same time Damian let his hand travel through his locks. Not wanting to be less, Jon let his hand down his spine until he could squeeze his ass, wishing he could just strip the boy of all those clothes. Damian seemed to think the same because he was playing with the buttons of his shirt when the window to the balcony suddenly opened.

“Hey, Little D, B wants you to… Woah!” Dick Grayson stood there, a wicked smile on his face at catching his younger brother. “Sorry, didn’t know you were so busy.”

“Grayson!” Damian hissed. “Do you not know how to knock?”

“Do I know how to knock on the window of a balcony? In the middle of a very public gala?”

“I- that’s not- Nevermind!”

“Sorry Dick,” Jon apologised. “We got a little bit caught in the moment.”

“That’s okay, kid. We have all done it,” he shrugged. “Just wait until the others hear about that.”

“Grayson don’t you dare!” Dick only laughed and started running.

“This is nice,” Jon said holding his hand.

“Oh, it is now,” he threw him a wicked smile. “But wait until Jason knows you were trying to defile me. I heard he has kryptonite bullets.”

“You know what? I heard Hawai is lovely at this time of the year.”

#jondami week #jondami week 2021 #jondami #damijon #damian wayne #jon kent #jonathan samuel kent #super sons #batman media #superman media #fanfic

[effervescent7]

Lana, Lex, Clark, and Lionel debate

This is a Lana Clark Lex and Lionel debate

X 6 years ago

"Clark means more to me than you ever will" No Lana the only person who means more to you than anyone is yourself.

LO 6 years ago

STFU REJECT

X 6 years ago

@LO STFU Lana fanboy.

Supernova 2 days ago

That's why Lana did all of that volunteer work for blood drives. Or helped Adam when he pretended to be homeless. Wanted to use Lex's money for halfway houses and immigrant slavery. You know this Lana-hate which THANK GOODNESS is almost over is just out of spite.

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X 1 day ago

@Supernova She was the show's worst character. Treated like a perfect saintly Mary Sue who could do no wrong even though she can and had done plenty of wrong. She was a hypocrite who supposedly hated being lied to and having secrets kept from her only to lie and keep secrets herself. Her entire relationship with Clark was her trying to force him to tell her about his powers then having a tantrum when he wouldn't. She got jealous when men she fancied kissed other women even if she was with other men at the time. Even when she was with Whitney she gave Clark and Chloe a jealous look when she saw them kissing. Because Lana apparently believed that men had to pine for her until she was ready for them. Characters who were complete strangers to her would call her amazing out of nowhere even though she wasn't which was just the original producers projecting their obsession with the actress and character. Her and Clark's relationship was lust not love. They only liked each other for their looks and because they wanted to have sex. Anything Lana did wrong was ignored or portrayed as right. Like kidnapping the reformed Lionel and having him held hostage by a crazy woman for forcing her to marry Lex, when she was with Lex she threatened to have the college fund of the daughter of a LuthorCorp employee cut off unless said employee gave her the box from Brainiac's ship, she pretended to set up a clinic to help Kryptonite powered people but instead just used it to spy on Lex, nearly killed Lois while trying to kill Lex. People hate Lana because she's the worst character in the show, never had a clear set in stone character, was played by an actress hired for her looks not her acting ability, in other versions of Superman Lana Lang is just Clark's high school girlfriend. Therefore Lana should have left the show for good when she went to France at the end of Season 3. Instead they kept her around until Season 8. She was one of the most evil characters in the show yet was treated as if she was pure and innocent. At least Smallville's other villains were shown to be what they were.

A 8 hours ago (edited)

Only lust not love? When there were together they often go on normal dates, which they talk about of you listen to the dialogue. Apparently they always either go out to dinner, horse-riding, or dancing. They don't even sleep together for years of being friends. Anyway Clark is the major gaslighter in the show, gaslighting means making someone believe something isn't true even when they know it is. That is all Clark does to Lana and Lex throughout the first 3 seasons every-time someone threatens them about Clark. Lex tries to talk to him after being told by multiple people that Clark has a dangerous secret (like Lana) and just asks Clark outright. "Friendships built on secrets are destined to fail" and Clark says "good thing we don't have that problem". This is actually gaslighting. Making someone believe that something didn't happen, which can actually drive people out of their minds. "There's nothing more to me than what you see" to Lana who actually saw him use his powers "You'd still be the same Clark Kent." Which is what she says every-time she asks about the secret which is really in 3x02, gunpoint 3x03 after being kidnapped over the secret, and 5x10 because he suddenly stopped when they were going to sleep together. Then of course Clark blames her for moving away to college. And wait she actually think she asks about his health, because at this point she went to Lex and told him to stay away from Clark because he's "just like the rest of us". As for secrets in season 4 Lana admits everything which she had already told her current boyfriend and Lex about. She tells Clark after they become friends again. Why tell someone something if you aren't even talking to them? Then we see in 5x10 that Lana brings up aliens and tries to talk about the spaceship with Clark, before it's revealed that she accepted Lex's offer. Because Lex truly thinks aliens are going to invade and take over the world. Once Lex is revealed, you really expect her just to lie back and know that he's doing a ton of messed up stuff and not go after him? Lex is evil, but let him be? Going after an evil person doesn't make someone evil. And oh Lionel- didn't he kill his parents and a ton of innocent people over the years. Didn't he abuse his family? Who cares! But you seem to forget that Lana did save Lois' in Gone and Arrival. As for Lois, Chloe does confront her about that. But no Lana is not evil, she goes through therapy and reformation before returning because of some mental issues from being with Lex. And is your comment is less an accurate view of the show and more a rant.

X 7 hours ago @Ambrosia 777 She was right to go after Lex but didn't care how many innocents she hurt to get to him. And Lionel had redeemed himself after switching bodies with Clark cured him of a liver disease that was killing him and spent the rest of his life protecting Clark until Lex killed him. As bad as Clark's lying and secret keeping was he was doing it to protect people and make it so they didn't get put in danger or killed by his life as a hero.

A 6 hours ago

But she didn't plan to hurt Grant or Lois. Grant only didn't want to expose Lex because he worked for him. Anyway Lana had mental issues, she needed to work through. A fake pregnancy and finding out all of those things she defended Lex from were actually real broke her. But then and I read that blog post, she really did torture. herself because she didn't want to be that kind of person. Anyway the Black Box was supposed to protect the world from an alien invasion, until Lex wanted to start using it to make weapons. Then she disagreed, because she didn't want innocent people to die. Because she's not a Lex copy.

A 6 hours ago

Oh no I'm not a Clark hater at all. But I really hated how he pretended like Lex and Lana were imagining things and all of those people that kept telling them about him were lying. I know Clark is a good guy, but that took a toll on his friendships with them. They tried to prove they would care about him no matter what he was or why all of those things were happening. If a ton of people tried to kill me, then said yow know Clark has a secret. I'd want to know. And it's not like they argued with him about it, they asked directly. Straight to the source. Far better than just ending the relationship because Clark had a secret identity. Until Lex flat out started stalking him and that whole thing in Mortal which I will not excuse.

L 2 days ago (edited)

​ @A  All that truth scarred him off. Adults blindly hating a teenage girl and insulting the actress don't need attention anyway. To think that Lionel spent his entire life killing people and being a wife beater, to earn sudden forgiveness and still treat Lex like crap. While Lex turns into this kind of misguided monster. And Lana spends 1 year doing questionable things to protect the world from aliens or Lex and she's evil! Don't get me started on that teenage crap this grown man commented at first.

L 3 hours ago

And where does this “whining” all the time come from?! She asks twice in season 3 after Clark runs away and doesn't ask again until season 5. Compare that to Chloe seasons 1-3. I think Lana-haters know they just exaggerate and hate the character because they're insecure or immature. Especially when it's a grown man saying these hateful things.

X 3 hours ago

@L  Horrible things Lex and Lionel did were acknowledged as horrible. Horrible things Lana did were either ignored completely or treated as if they were right. Not liking a badly written and acted character isn't insecurity or immaturity. And there are plenty of women who hate the character of Lana as well. You liking her doesn't mean everyone has to.

A 9 minutes ago

You don't have to. Some of the things you said about Kristin and Lana in other comments read that way. And I truly think Lex and Lionel were evil because they had no reason to do those things. But Lana truly believed Lex when he said the Black Box could stop and invasion. And was mentally shook when he was revealed to be a bad guy who does all of these things she thought he wouldn't do, so she went after him. I'm just saying she's not evil or monstrous and ignoring the plot or reasons to hate Lana is unreasonable. And Isis was used to help meteor-freaks after she changed and stopped going after Lex.

L 4 minutes ago (edited)

@A that explained it way better than I did. If someone believes they are stopping a huge evil are they evil? Especially when compared to people who do worse things for their own amusement.

#lana lang #lex luthor #clark kent #lionel luthor #lana luthor #smallville #smallville quotes #lexana #clana #clex

[cheryls-blossomed]

do you think arrowverse ships have a lot of drama?

I mean, it depends on the ship, I guess?

But in general, superhero television has sort of veered away from quote-unquote internal drama in romantic relationships, at least the kind that makes a couple very ~will they/won't they~, by nature. Part of it is that I feel like TPTB on superhero shows are less concerned with romance. Like fanboys want to whine about romance, but none of the current CW DCTV shows, for example, had the amount of romantic shake-ups and romantic drama that Smallville did back in the day, especially in its first six seasons or so.

Like ships on Arrow had far more internal relationship drama, and a lot of it indicative of TPTB on that show having zero idea how to write relationships.

I feel like Flash bucked the initial "trend", if you can call it that, because we're like... talking third show down the line, here, lol, but it was very clear it was Westallen from the start, and Barry and Iris weren't operating from a place of initial distance, so to speak. Like in Smallville, Clark and Lana weren't in the same social circles, Clark had a crush on Lana, but he kind of keeps his distance because "high school social hierarchy" (which like never made much sense because most characters were either in love with Lana or Clark or both of them) and also her kryptonite necklace. When Lois came in, the show used Clark and Lana’s ongoing will they/won’t they to also drag out Clois. Regarding Arrow, Laurel and Oliver are exes, and Laurel has a lot of rightful anger towards Oliver for the way he treated her and the fact that he cheated on her with her sister. But Flash, Barry and Iris don't have any so-called walls of inaccessibility. There's the fact that Barry keeps being the Flash a secret and the fact that he's been in love with her his whole life, but hasn't told her, but that doesn't really alter the fact that they're both absolutely committed to like constantly seeing each other and providing love and support to one another. Barry admits to Iris that he's in love with her, and she's still wiping ketchup off his lips, because she's in love with him also, but also because it doesn't change her comfort level with him after she processes what he's confessed.

Anyways, I'm being a bit tangential, but my point is that romantic drama in Flash was very minimal in comparison to the preceding shows that I had mentioned, and because Barry and Iris had such a powerful bond right from the beginning, from a story-telling standpoint, it made sense to just build on that, showcasing the story of their steadfast love. And given that Barry draws his strength and heroism from his love of Iris, portraying their love story as the gold standard is pure excellence. Like Westallen have had minimal internal relationship drama, the vast majority of it being in season 1, when they weren't officially together. When they have disagreements, they always come back to discuss them healthily and apologize and reaffirm their love for each other. Because that's what health couples in love do. So, the way Flash has kept stakes high, so to speak, is to like put them through the trauma of being dimensionally separated or having to find their way back to each other, when they are physically separated from one another. Which is meant to obviously strengthen their love story and demonstrate the lengths that they would go to get back to each other. After awhile though, it gets exhausting... like just let them be happy and stop putting them through the trauma of being physically separated constantly.

But I think the problem with Flash, quite frankly, is TPTB lacks interest in romance, hence why the vast majority of the secondary ships are as... poorly written as they are. Part of me is confused, because Flash has the most steadfast, iconic love story in Westallen, and yet theirs is the only love story that TPTB could write well. And the show is inherently romantic, because of how good Westallen’s love story is and how their love story anchors the show. But also TPTB have simultaneously shortchanged Westallen in terms of scenes that emphasize their romance, especially in the last few seasons. The vow renewal honestly felt like it was a scene from a different season, not season 7, because the last time we had that level of romance, where Westallen are together and happy and celebrating their love, was like... I cannot even remember.

Supergirl had a different approach, where after completely backtracking on James/Kara, who had a nice build-up in season 1, decided to pair Kara with Mon-El, but then backed out of that relationship. There was run-of-the-mill romantic drama for both ships, especially Kara and Mon-El, and simultaneously, time spent on these ships didn't demonstrate commitment in the writers' room. Subsequently, the choice was to just have Kara be single, and honestly, I chalk this up to the SG writers having zero interest in romance, certainly for Kara. Even with Brainy/Nia, while they have some sweet moments, I don't feel the investment in the writers' room to write for them. However, I do think the SG writers really care about Dansen; this season, especially, I feel that they have shown genuine investment in Kelly and Alex's love story, and I think that's why Dansen is essentially the central ship of SG. I think part of it is that Azie and Chyler really spun gold together, and the SG writers wanted to write more for Dansen, which is why we've gotten such a beautiful, consistent love story in Kelly and Alex.

Black Lightning... well, the BL writers did great with Jefferson and Lynn in season 1, in terms of building back their love story, and the electric kiss is still one of my favorite scenes, but then completely dropped the ball on that relationship. The writing for Jefferson and Lynn started focusing on their disagreements, many of which are demonstrative of two people who no longer loved each other. Only to turn around at the last minute and have Jefferson and Lynn get remarried, even though this was not earned, because the writers refused to continue building their love story and instead seemed to showcase the relationship falling apart. I adore Thundergrace, but the BL writers never gave Anissa and Grace their due. They didn't even properly focus on Anissa and Grace during their own wedding reception, and Thundergrace milestones were often rushed. When Anissa and Grace had a disagreement, the writers would not address it, and the next episode, it would be as if nothing had happened. I would argue that the love story that the BL writers showed the most investment in was Khalil and Jen in season 2, but a big reason for that was to be a catalyst for Jen coming into her powers in season 2B. Plus, while they had chemistry, I didn't ship it, because at the time, it wasn't a healthy relationship for Jen. But yeah, I would say the BL writers had a distinct disinterest in writing romance.

So yeah, I mean, I guess the bottom line is that it depends on the show and the ship, but I would say the trend lately is less romantic drama, but also less focus on romance, in general, on superhero television shows.

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[zambie-trashart]

5 Times Damian Says Happy to Hear it and the 1 Time He Means It

warnings: attempted r-a-p-e (in number three so just skip three of you don’t want to read it), some steamy content, swearing, angst

soundtrack aka what I listened to while I wrote this: Turning out II by AJR (I’m trying it our for you @loveswifi and it’s going pretty good so far) and All the Small Things by Blink 182

1

Jon jumped narrowly avoiding a blast and saw Robin jump down beside him Robin had been gone for half the fight.

“Where have you been?” Jon asked staring at Damian who adjusted the tunic of his uniform.

“Doing something,” Damian said grabbing Jon’s hand and running toward a window and bombs started going off. Damian spun Jon into his arms quickly and they jumped, Damian shot his grappler and then landed two rooftops over.

“What was that?” Jon asked breathing heavily.

“Which part?” Damian asked confused.

“The disappearing, the bombs, the jumping off of a FIFTY STORY BUILDING all without telling me!” Jon yelled still taking sharp breathes.

“Tt, I knew you would act like this. I would have told you otherwise corncob,” Damian asked rolling his eyes in annoyance and flicking the other’s nose.

“Why didn’t you just light the whole building on fire and stab me with kryptonite next time?” Jon asked crossing his arms pouting.

“I didn’t know it meant the much to you to be kept in the loop,” Damian said looking at Jon who was fuming.

“I hate you,” Jon said walking over to the edge off the roof.

“Happy to hear it,” Damian retorted walking over to Jon grabbing his waist again before swan diving off of another roof. Jon was screaming at the top of his lungs to put him down. “Are you sure?” Damian asked and Jon screamed even louder when Damian made his hand slip a little and Jon wrapping his arms around Damian’s neck trying to hold on.

They landed at the Kent’s apartment and Jon walked in shuddering and carefully closing his window.

“You may hate me now, but soon you’ll learn to love me beloved.”

2

Jon was sitting in his bedroom minding his own business when Damian popped up out of nowhere. Jon yelped and fell off the bed and got up to yell at his friend who just pulled him into his chest and put a hand over his mouth.

“You’re dad is still home and I don’t feel like answering any questions right now,” Damian said and Jon nodded.

“You ok up there Jonno?” Clark yelled up to his son.

“Yeah dad just great, have fun on your date with mom!” Jon yelled back. Damian sat on Jon’s bed looking around his room.

“Jon?” Damian asked the panting boy who was pacing around his room running fingers through his dark hair.

“What?” Jon asked twitching slightly.

“Sit,” Damian said. Jon looked at the ground walking over to the bed and sitting on the other edge from Damian. “Am I too much?” Damian asked. His brother Jason told him he was too aggressive and too much for other people to handle which Jason had no right calling him out on the first one.

“You’re fine the way you are, you grew up a little different so it just takes some time to adapt,” Jon said looking away from his friend. Damian was starting to grow like a weed and Jon wasn’t keeping up anymore. Damian’s eyes started to show a glimmer of hope in the once cold green, he had tanned skin that just completed his look with his slight smirk that he always wore.

“Something wrong Kent?” Damian asked looking at his friend who was staring at him.

“No, not at all, back to Kent though? I was hoping calling me Jon was going to become a thing,” Jon teased and Damian tutted and offered Jon a hand standing up.

“We’re going for a ride,” Damian said and Jon just laughed. They walked out to Damian’s two seater speeding down back roads. Jon put on some music and there were opening notes to a song that Damian didn’t recognize. The song seemed sad and he took the time to really listen to the lyrics. Damian didn’t really expect something so complex from the younger boy. “Wow, you are about as edgy as a butter knife,” Damian asked and Jon gasped.

“How dare you bash my AJR.” Jon lifted the phone so Damian couldn’t reach to change the song.

They pulled back into Jon’s driveway about an hour later.

“Get back inside before mommy and daddy get back from their date,” Damian said to Jon who unbuckled and opened the door.

“I hate you,” Jon said swatting Damian’s arm on the way out.

“Happy to hear it,” Damian said and Jon walked back to his house, flew up to his window, and waved before stepping inside. “Sleep tight beloved.”

3

Jon was chained to a wall kryptonite dangling in front of his face.

“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” a big man asked from the shadows stepping forward.

“That’s Superboy sir,” a thug said before laughing slightly obnoxious and dumb.

“I know!” the man yelled aggravated. “Where’s your little ninja boyfriend?” he asked after looking around.

“Robin? We’re not dating,” Superboy said laughing a little at the thought of him and Damian going on dates like normal people.

“So you’re single? The man asked all of a sudden a lot closer lifting his face up with his thumb and forefinger gripping his chin almost painfully.

“Yeah, and I’m thirteen,” Superboy said pulling himself up with the chains and kicking the man in the chest with his unrestrained legs.

“Boss!” two of the thugs ran over to help the man back up.

“You’re going to regret that precious,” the boss said getting up.

“Oh yeah? Are we already moving on to the nicknames stage? Can I call you old man?” Superboy asked getting a little cocky.

“Just shut up, you’re a lot prettier when you don’t talk,” boss said stepping back into Superboy’s personal space nodding to the two thugs to grab his legs.

“Hey, get off of me!” Superboy yelled thrashing around. “Robin!” Superboy hoped that his friend was there and was going to help him.

“Aw, look at him begging for help,” the boss said grabbing Superboy’s neck pushing him into the wall. “Now where were we?” the boss asked face getting closer and Superboy couldn’t see because of tears gushing out. That didn’t mean that he couldn’t feel or smell. Boss’ breathe was like alcohol and his calloused hand around his neck was moving up thumb grazing his jawline.

“I believe that I was just about to kill you,” a voice said from behind the boss and he was ripped away with thugs screaming in pain. Robin stepped into Superboy’s line of sight.

“Get. Me. Down.” Superboy growled and Robin took a second to look at the setup that they had used. “I hate you,” Superboy said and Robin cut the chains and pocketed the kryptonite putting it in a lead case.

“Happy to hear it,” Robin said and he was happy to hear that Jon was safe and not being hurt by that old man. Robin offered him his hand and they made their way to the next rooftop and sat down.

“I-I thought he was going to...” Superboy trailed off not even wanting to finish the sentence cause it made it feel more real.

“I wouldn’t have let that happen,” Robin said seriously.

“Thank you for showing up,” Superboy said putting his head on Robin’s shoulder.

“Always.” Robin rested his head on top of Superboy’s wrapping an arm around the younger’s waist trying to make him feel safe. Superboy started crying again. “It will be ok, I’ve got you,” Robin said rubbing his back until Superboy fell asleep and their fathers came to collect them.

4

Lois looked at the front page of the paper. “Horrific Child Rapist Stopped by New Super Couple Robin and Superboy!” she ran to the editing room pissed off but determined for answers.

“This story about Robin and Superboy, how do you know that they’re dating?” Lois asked freaking out slightly.

“Look at page seven,” the editor said going back to work. She flipped through the pages and then saw three pictures one was a security camera shot of her son chained up and a man way too close to him, the next was another security shot of Robin beating everyone to the ground and the last was a picture taken by their very own Jimmy Olsen of Jon’s head on Damian’s shoulder and the other’s head on Jon’s head and a comforting hand on his back.

“Oh hell no,” Lois said dialing Clark’s number.

“What’s up honey?” Clark asked through the phone watching his son train with Robin.

“Jon isn’t allowed to hang out with Damian anymore,” Lois said slamming the paper on her desk.

“Oh, is this about the newspaper this morning and all the blogs and websites? Bruce saw it this morning and he thought it was hilarious,” Clark said remembering Bruce smiling at it before walking away this morning when Clark came to drop Jon off for training.

“Which part, the forty year old trying to rape our son or our son dating someone with as much emotional availability as a rag,” Lois said going off on her husband and Jimmy looked over at her confused.

“The kids dating honey, that would be great they used to hate each other and this shows how much they’ve grown. If it helps sweetie, Damian put all of the men that were involved in full body casts,” Clark said and Lois sighed.

“Yeah, that helps a little,” Lois said before hanging up. Clark looked back at Jon who was laughing at something Damian was trying to show him.

“Ok Kent, arm back and throw it with as much force as possible,” Damian said and Jon brought his arm back like Damian said. “No like this.” Damian walked over behind Jon adjusting the younger’s hips and arm standing behind him to make sure that he didn’t move back. “Throw it.” Damian’s hot breathe on Jon’s neck made it a little hard to focus. The knife hit a little off center and Damian brought him another one and Jon sighed and shook his head.

“No more,” Jon said walking away slowly.

“You’re not going to get better if you don’t practice!” Damian yelled after him.

“I hate you!” Jon yelled back.

“Happy to hear it! Now get back here!” Damian yelled running after the super. Jon looked at the table and saw the newspaper and the front cover was a picture of him and Damian from the night on the roof.

“Oh hell no,” Jon said picking up the paper and Damian walked over behind him looking at the paper.

“It was just a mission taken out of context,” Damian said smirking slightly.

“Yeah, this will all die down right?” Jon asked looking over his shoulder at the older boy.

“Yeah, absolutely.”

5

Robin dropped down holding an unconscious man and Superboy floated down next to him holding three into a crowd of reporters.

“Robin! Superboy! We have questions!” reporters yelled in their direction shoving cameras into their faces.

“Robin,” Superboy said looking over at his friend nervous and Robin just rolled his eyes under the mask and pulled Superboy over to him and grappled up the building to the roof.

“Tell me you got that!” a reporter said to her cameraman. News crews were on the scene as well.

“This just in, Robin makes it a point that his and Superboy’s relationship is private and doesn’t want it public by taking Superboy away when he got nervous in front of news crews more information to come.”

Anchors were trying to stress the fact that the two boys were dating and it was all over every news station. Superboy was watching the news on his phone on the roof while Robin changed into Damian. “Robin seems very protective of his boyfriend who seems to get startled by media quite easily, this could be a match made in Heaven.” Damian grabbed the phone and threw it off the roof.

“What the fuck Damian?” Jon asked looking at his hands where his phone just was.

“I’ll buy you a new one and stop spending time with Todd it’s not a good look for you,” Damian said before turning around. Jon changed his pants and pulled on a collared shirt and sweater.

“I hate you,” Jon said putting his glasses on.

“Happy to hear it,” Damian said walking over to the edge of the roof. “Let’s go.” Damian jumped off the roof and Jon jumped down after Damian catching him under his arms seven feet before the ground.

“What’s the plan?” Jon asked looking around at the reporters who were still in front of the building.

“Playing strangers,” Damian said and walked forward making Jon wait about a minute before walking as well keeping his eyes anywhere except for Damian. They walked by and a reporter ran up to Jon.

“Do you know where Robin and Superboy are right now?” she asked starting to fangirl.

“Probably doing something super romantic!” one suggested swooning.

 “Yeah, Robin’s probably giving him flowers and proposing right now,” another gushed trying to look up to see the roof of the building.

“Yeah, sure. I really have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jon said backing away slowly but the first reporter grabbed his wrist.

“Aren’t you Lois Lane and Clark Kent’s kid?” she asked eyeing him up and down.

“Yup, have a nice day ma’am,” Jon said before taking off at full human speed down the road. “I’m going to kill Damian.”

+1

Jon wasn’t expecting a call from a tired Dick Grayson at 6 in the morning but that didn’t mean that he didn’t get one.

“I need you to get here as soon as possible, Damian got really hurt, he woke up once and said your name before passing out again, I think he would want you here,” Dick said and Jon’s heart was pumping loudly in his ears for him to focus on what Dick was saying. He hung up and rushed downstairs.

“I need to go to Gotham, Damian’s hurt and Dick called asking me to be there for him, I really need to be there for him please,” Jon said begging and Clark nodded in understanding.

Once Jon got to the Batcave, he stood there watching the three brothers stare at their unconscious brother. Dick was the first to notice he was there and walked over leading him to the med bay.

“What did he even do?” Jon asked looking at the bed ridden Damian Wayne.

“He disobeyed Bruce and went on a solo mission to fight a bunch of men with Bane venom. You can picture what happened next,” Dick said and Jason looked around bored as Tim sipped his coffee curled up in his chair.

“They must have said something for him to lose it,” Jason said looking at his brothers and Jon questioningly.

“I heard what they said but holy shit, they were talking about how he doesn’t deserve Superboy and about what they would do to him when they found him and let me tell you it was not to kill him,” Tim shuddered. “Point is, Damian was pissed,” Tim added going back to drinking his coffee.

“Thank you for the vivid picture replacement,” Jason said shaking his head trying to get rid of the picture and looking away from Jon.

“This is all my fault, if I had never wanted to meet Batman then I would have never met Damian and never become friends with him and he wouldn’t be like this now or nay other time that he got himself in trouble just to defend me,” Jon said looking down.

“That’s not true Jon, we’re all happy that Damian has someone that he can talk to and someone that truly understands what he’s going through. You two are perfect for each other and you’ll see that soon enough,” Dick said hugging Jon from behind. “We’re all going to take showers, how about you stay with him,” Dick suggested and Jon nodded sitting down.

Jon listened to Damian’s heartbeat slowing down and stood up looking at Damian in shock. “Come on Damian! Who’s going to give me advice or save me from a creepy old man with kryptonite? Who’s going to make fun of the news with me? Who’s going to counter me every step of the way? Who’s going be the opposite of me, who’s going to be my grump?” Jon asked shaking his friend. “I can’t lose you Damian I love you too much! Did you hear that Damian? I love you,” Jon cried into Damian’s chest. He sobbed for a few minutes and a hand started kneading through his hair playing with it gently.

“Happy to hear it beloved,” a voice said and Jon looked up to see Damian smiling at him. Jon practically leaped into the older boy’s arms. “Tt, you’re squishing me,” Damian said but wrapped his arms tightly around the super’s middle.

“I should have been there,” Jon said into Damian’s neck.

“I’m glad you weren’t,” Damian said pulling Jon closer. They laid there feeling each other breathe and hearts thumping erratically against rib cages. “Jon?” Damian called out to the other boy who looked up sitting in Damian’s lap to give the other boy all his attention. “Can I kiss you?” Damian asked and Jon turned redder than his father’s cape.

“Y-yeah I gu...” Jon was yanked back down by the front of his shirt fists landing on the sides of Damian’s head lips meeting and spark flying. Damian’s hands found a new home crawling up Jon’s back sneaking under his shirt feeling the effortless muscle that the boy had built up just by living. Jon was feeling so many new things at once Damian’s hand squeezing his bare hip, Damian’s hair beneath his fingers, and dear rao was that a tongue? Ok now Jon was feeling a shit ton of new things and most of them had to do with Damian’s hand wandering a little farther south and tongues intertwining with each other.

Jon pulled back hearing footsteps and jumped off of Damian. He saw Jason walking in and Damian just looked at him and Jason stared back mouth wide open.

“What were you two doing down here before I got here?” Jason asked pulling himself together.

“Talking,” Jon said hoping that Jason bought it.

“Talking gave Damian that?” Jason asked eyes wide again gesturing to Damian’s lower half and calling his brothers down.

“I hate you for being attractive,” Damian said glaring at Jon as Tim and Dick ran into the room.

“Happy to hear it!” Jon said winking before speeding off leaving a bunch of confused batboys and a pissed Damian. So worth it.

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Non-canon-bad-timeline AU!Alexa telling someone “I’m a twin”

:)

~

Alexa doesn’t remember what things were like, before.

All she remembers is moving here, into this town- working alongside her second cousin, Jordan Kent, as well as William Queen, the son of one of her mom’s friends. The three of them, as a team, were trying to stay inconspicuous, making sure that the people in the town were unaware that Brainiac 6, the second Superman, and the second Overwatch were in their midst.

Of course, there wasn’t really much going on in the town, and really only one of them would have been necessary to protect it. But Alexa didn’t want to be alone, and William and Jordan were like brothers to her, so they agreed to stay with her while she adjusted.

Soon enough, though… things started to go wrong.

Whether it was comedic misunderstandings, or Jordan accidentally being exposed to some kind of Kryptonite before they were supposed to volunteer at a talent show together- or something truly weird, like someone in a beekeeper suit emerging from the middle of the street, or everything but a toy helicopter being in black and white until it all turned to color instantly- they happened, and even if they couldn’t be fought directly, the three of them were still on guard, waiting to figure out more about what was happening.

After all, of their generation, they were three of the most intelligent superheroes in training. If anyone could figure things out, it was them. They just needed information.

And they had started to piece together what they knew. Anything out of the ordinary that each of them had noticed, they’d written down… but really, there was no rush. This was their home, and they were children of superheroes- weird things followed them regardless of wherever they went. The unexpected was practically expected.

Still, however, none of them had expected the twins.

They’d appeared on the doorstep of Alexa’s house, and when asked, they said their parents were Clark Kent and Lois Lane. Jordan had perked up at that, and shown the two girls a picture of his parents- but they weren’t familiar with them.

(William reminded him that, even if it had been hidden at first, there were still other universes- and in their specific universe, Clark and Lois could have any number of appearances. But he remained discouraged, and was equally curious about their true appearances)

According to them, however, their father had given up his powers- and seeing as how they had just seemed to exhibit powers of their own, they needed training. Which was how they’d found Alexa’s house.

(Alexa didn’t question how they knew her, if they were from another universe- she only assumed that they knew her father, or another version of her father- or even knew that her cousin was in this town, going by what was once their father’s alias, and left it at that)

Of course, when they were starting to train, one of their next-door neighbors had to come along- and Alexa had just managed to get William and Jordan out of sight when Kenny came in, needing something with which to repair his house.

(Due to an accident which, she assumed, the twins had caused with their heat vision.)

“I didn’t know you had twins.” He commented, watching the two of them work on crafts together, sitting on the floor of Alexa’s living room.

“Yeah, I… adopted.” She said- knowing that she wasn’t yet old enough to do so, but hoping that he wouldn’t know. “Temporarily. They’re my mom’s cousin’s kids, I’m just watching them for a weekend.”

“I see.” He said.

Alexa looked over at them, smiling wistfully.

“I was a twin.” She admitted, turning back to Kenny. “I had a sister- her name was Astra.”

Kenny stared at her, whether because of her name or for another reason, she wasn’t sure, as she started to softly sing a Kryptonian lullaby- one that she had learned from her mother, and had started to sing to the twins sometimes to get them to sleep.

“She was killed by Brainiac 4, wasn’t she?” he said suddenly.

And her world stopped.

Kenny didn’t have to clarify- she already knew. Was already starting to remember.

She saw the green, glowing dagger coming towards it- her sister acting as a shield, letting it sink into her body, knowing that it was made of Kryptonite. She’d tried her best to fix it… but nothing seemed to work, and Brainiac 4 was standing over them, her smug smile clearest in her mind.

Her eyes burned, until suddenly they didn’t- with no goal in sight, only to make sure that she paid for what she’d done to her sister.

And she’d gotten away. In her grief, Alexa had let her get away.

Things weren’t clear after that, but she didn’t need them to be.

“What did you say?” she asked, a tear slipping down her cheek. “What did you say, just now?”

He tried to make up for it, smiling at her.

“I said, Alexa, you’re going to do a great job taking care of them.” He answered. “Should I say it one more time, for good measure?”

“No.” Alexa said. “What did you say about Astra?”

“Astra? Uh… Hey, if you need me to babysit, I’m free any time.”

Alexa shook her head.

“No, I think you should leave.” She said.

“Oh, Alexa, don’t be like that.”

Kenny looked nervous- if that was even really his name. She looked at the pin he wore, that had a logo she didn’t recognize on it.

“What is that?”

“What?”

“That.” She said, pointing at the pin. “That symbol.”

“I, uh… I…”

“Who are you?”

Something she genuinely didn’t know- but right now, wanted out of him more than anything.

(More than most things. There was still only one thing she truly wanted most in the world, and she wasn’t there right then)

“I don’t…”

“Who are you?”

“I…”

Alexa took a step toward Kenny, who seemed to be trembling, unable to say anything.

I’m a friend of your mother’s, he wanted to say. I work with her, and your aunt, and your father, and their friends. I know that you created this simulation with your father’s powers, and you trapped yourself inside of a mind-prison like your mother once did. You are dealing with a great deal of grief- and I know how that feels. We all know how it feels. We want to help you. You just have to let us.

Please, Alexa. Let us in.

“Alexa…”

No. she whispered, in his mind- though it was layered over by another voice. There is no place for you here.

~

“Alexa? Where’s Kenny?”

“He left. He… had to rush home.” Alexa said, easily.

She wasn’t sure how long she was going to keep lying to William and Jordan- or how long it would be until they figured out at least some of the truth.

But this was her new home. She was going to make sure it stayed like a home should- safe, comfortable, with no intrusions.

~

On the outside of New Midvale, Kenny Li was ejected from the simulation- and woke up to surveillance vehicles surrounding him.

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