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distort-opia · 1 year
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This... is the most quintessentially Bruce as well as Superbat fucking interaction ever and it's just SO FUNNY.
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"There will be secrets actually, we're just gonna be better at pretending we don't have any. But do not fear, Clark. It shall all be under control because you see... I have a plan."
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sepia-stained-sunset · 11 months
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So, my favourite Batman ships are essentially;
Brutalia: "I could kill you" "I would let you"
Superbat: "I could kill you" "I know"
Ghostbat: "I could kill you" "You wish"
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blackbatofel · 6 months
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Some folk: sending me hate comments saying how wrong it is to ship Superbat and how it isn't canon
Dan Mora a few days later: here, have a superbat kiss!!!
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zingaplanet · 10 months
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My geeky superpower is that I once wrote a paper for my uni analysing why American superhero movies subconsciously projected a public opinion propaganda during the war on terror and actually got an A+ for talking about Batman and Iron Man's unhinged slightly gay obsession with Superman and Captain America
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bombusbombus · 1 year
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Kiss him because he's an alien, because he's strange and other. Kiss him when his breath is cold and his eyes aren't human at all, kiss him because in admitting that he is a person, you have to admit that you're a person too. And if you're a person, you can fall in love.
Fall in love with him for his broad hands and can-do attitude. Fall in love with him for the way he smiles and the way he trusts. Fall in love with him over and over every time he says your name, softly now, but you know he's saying it with lips forged in faraway stars; you know his eyes can see galaxies you couldn't dream of, but they light up brightest when he's looking at you.
Neither of you are human. Both of you are human. The lines blur and fall away, leaving fingertips and sunlight and trust so strong it hurts.
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redlightofdawn · 2 years
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superbat fic from clark's pov where he is just. absurdly thirsty for bruce will never get old for me, but when what really gets him going about bruce are the oddest things possible that only clark would find arousing? that there is The Good Shit
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thebatcreature · 4 months
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They want to fuck each other so bad it makes them look stupid
Superman Year One #3
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blorb-el · 1 year
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reread world’s finest 289 “the one where alien telepathic worms feed on bruce and clark’s emotions and then have sex and die in front of them and then they weep and embrace over the ashes of the dead telepathic worms and the last line of dialogue is literally ‘here it is warm...outside it is bitterly cold. perhaps no one else, on any world, would understand.’” and i really can’t believe no one has yet written the sex scene afterwards. or if they have i can’t find it :(
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allgremlinart · 2 years
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anyway here’s some pages from the Superman vs Meshi manga where he and Bruce just uh. straight up go on a date
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0wlman · 2 years
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bruce as an entity of passion, feeling emotions so intensely that it’s completely overwhelming to himself and others. bruce seldom falling in love, but when he does, he loves with his entire being. it’s much to the point where his devotion could be suffocating for the people of whom he loves, his love’s strength & frenzy & gluttony carrying so much weight it crushes those beneath it... except for the man of steel, who can’t be overcome by even the heaviest of weight. who carries it with grace, as if it were light as a feather. who loves as wholly and passionately as bruce. who understands how it feels to put your entire soul into others, to give yourself to others. both of them feeding into their desires, unraveling for one another because they know the both of them can handle the burden of being loved by one another.
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theorderofthetriad · 2 years
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I had this thought a while back, and something came up on my dash that reminded me of it, so let me just say, based on his "World of Cardboard" speech, I think Clark Kent (at least in the DCAU) is 100% a bottom.
He will never ever be the athletic party in a sexual situations, he gets fucked or he gets ridden, but he never fucks or rides himself. I think it's simply a matter of he would be so preoccupied with not hurting his partner that the act would be unpleasant for him, like so unpleasant i don't think he could even get it up if he was supposed to fuck someone.
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somereaderinblue · 10 months
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Your Tumblr clan name sounds like a feelsy Hallmark movie about a young woman returning to her hometown and learning what it means to love through a dashing, though dangerous, bad boy that probably wears a leather jacket and drives a harley
............when you put it like that-
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bastardsunlight · 2 years
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[ HEAT ] + Superbat
It is with little fanfare that Krypton’s son descends upon Gotham’s knight, whose fealty is sworn to the great city and the sweeping dark of her eves, and whose back is now at the wall of his haunt. He has been blessed with the knowledge of what he means to the Bat, if not the words out of the man’s mouth. That is the beauty of understanding, knowing without a doubt that he is treasured and loved in a way that scares a paragon of fear, that *allows* him to dig his fingers into the meat of his thighs as Clark steals kiss after kiss.
“I love you.” He breathes.
[ HEAT ] while in the middle of a make-out session, sender pushes the receiver up against the wall, unwittingly heating things up even more
It is rare that the dark detective’s attention is pulled from the task at hand—any task. To say he has laser focus is being kind. The man is an obsessive. Fortunately for him, his constant capricious mistress demands this of him and so much more. It is welcome, therefore, when a distraction comes along—and oh, what a sweet distraction is the farm boy from Kansas.
The stolen kisses become gifts, given in earnest and good faith, with great care. There are few people in this world who are kept in the Bat’s confidences—fewer still who could hope to get this close. And only one who needn’t hope. Superman’s deliberateness in the way he grasps and holds the caped crusader is a testament to this secret, powerful thing they have—almost too deep to be quantified.
Strange, that a four letter word could mean so much when the fathoms of it seem almost to have been plumbed to their limits.
Almost.
Wrapping his legs tighter around the Man of Steel’s waist, Batman pulls himself closer. “I hate when you pick me up.”
Pinned against a wall  - no longer accepting
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sully-s · 16 days
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Batman Quest To Get A Birkin Bag
Ok so I have a very indulgent, SuperBats head fanfic that keeps me company on days that I forget to charge my earphones while walking my dog and to bore my wonderfully accommodating friends over dinner.
Long story short it’s a character study about Clark after his death. Doomsday kills him becuase we do not subscribe to Synder movies in this household.
Mostly its about Bruce grieving and reflecting on his ten+ year marriage with the man of steel with a large helping of the Justice League members bonding and finally getting to know Bruce and in turn Clark. (Kal never really got to say specifics about his life because Bruce wanted to keep his identity secret therefore a lot of Clark's life was private.)
For most of the fic Clark’s dead. But I'm one for angst with a happy ending so he comes back. How he comes back I have all kinds of versions but I just want to share this really silly one that I’m slightly obsessed with.
It’s about two years after Clark died. Currently, Bruce and Hal are off-world for a two-month mission. Shortly after they leave the League are battling some sorcerer who's in possession of a Jinn. During the battle two of the three wishes are used and at the end it's Flash who gets to use the last one.
He wishes for Clark to be revived back to life.
Jinn says he can't do that
Flash thinks of course just like in Aladdin you can't bring the dead back, make someone fall in love or wish for more wishes.
The Jinn is like how dare you think that's not within my power of course I can bring back the dead, I can't bring back Superman because Clark's not dead. he's just in his grave too weak to break out of his grave due to the lack of sunlight.
Flash hears this and immediately rushes over to dig up Kal.
The next month and a half are all about Clark adjusting to the changes over the last three years (Like having a new kid at the manor: Tim) Meeting new members (Green Arrow, Martian Man Hunter), and really bonding with his teammates ect.
While waiting for Bruce's return Clark asks Barry what he'd like.
Barry is confused
Clark clarifies that Barry was able to bring back one of Bruce's loved ones “to life.“ That’s never happened and for a man like Bruce who loves deeply for his family he going to be very grateful and he will not take “I’m just glad I could help” for an answer. So Barry needs to think of something or Batman will.
Barry doesn't know what to ask for but knows that Bruce is rich. He figures this would be a great time to get that designer bag that Iris always wanted but they could never justify ever buying. (Listen I don’t know if Iris is a designer girly but in this fic she really just likes this one bag.)
So Bruce and Hal get back and after the big celebration party, the JL held for Clark and Bruce's reunion. Bruce approaches Barry thanks him and asks if there’s anything he can do.
Thinking Barry is going to ask for a house, pull some strings with his Brucie persona so he can better his life at his job or status. Maybe ask for Bruce to fund or set up a wellness program for people in Central City.
But Barry is just like: Uh well Iris has always liked this bag.
And Bruce is thinking Really Barry You brought the love of my life back to life I’d move mountains (without Clark’s help) for you and you want some designer bag for your wife?
Bruce: Do you have a picture?
And as soon as Barry shows him the bag Bruce knows moving mountains would be so much easier.
The bag Barry wants to get is a Birkin Bag.
Now if you know anything about Birkin bags 1. they’re stupid expensive. 2. If you can afford one that doesn't mean you get to buy one. Hermes the company that makes them has this irate practice that you have to work up a good relationship with the store and the sales associates in said store to even get the privilege to buy a Birkin (usually by buying a ton of other Hermes products you don’t want.) Sometimes you buy half the store but if you’re not a high-profile client or they don't like your image they just brush you off and postpone your chance to ”buy” a Birkin. And if you do all of the above prerequisites You don't even get to pick the bag they "give" you one. Want a pink colorway? Sorry here's lime green you're welcome.
Now Barry has no knowledge of any of this and just thinks a Birkin is just some overpriced bag. The problem is Iris only likes this one colorway ( Size 35cm, Red Alligator Exterior, Gold hardware, Yellow Slik interior ect.)
This is going to be near impossible.
But In Bruce's mind, Flash did the impossible in bringing back Clark (Bruce thinks Clark was wished back to life because that's the story everyone is sticking to. Because the emotional trauma of letting Bruce know that Clark was alive the whole time rotting away in a grave for 2 years is not on anyone’s todo list.) So he will get this bag Even if it kills him. He's the goddamn Batman.
And all this lead up is to what I'm actually obsessed with
I just love the idea that Bruce is running around Brucie-ing it up to try to get in Hermes' good graces but his image of being a drunk playboy is activity stopping him from buying any bag.
He calls up the Daily Planet and starts setting up all these puff PR-boosting articles to up his image. Which starts rumors becuase Burce Wayne doesn’t do interviews so why now?
Gotham elite catches wind that Burcie Wayne wants a Birkin richest man in America can't get one. So they all start getting Birkins. They ware them to his galas, just to troll Burcie. The elite jump on the waitlist inflating the list to stupid long. Hermes starts to wear the exclusivity of Brucie Wayne as a sign of good taste and prestige. Bruce searches the second-hand market and can't find the colorway Iris's wants.
Bruce goes undercover as a worker for a local Hermes store to become his own sales associate just so he can get around the prejudices of Bruce Wayne image and start racking up a sales history. (He just selling and buying to himself lol.)
So Bruce is playing a luxury salesman using his background of old money and Alfred’s butlering to woo potential buyers. Working his first retail job ever. Having to suck up to management so he can plead his case about Bruce Wayne. Using his access to get informed on what bags are currently available, who’s on the waitlist, where they rank, and criteria on how and what moves you up the list ect.
After months and becoming the number one salesman, he makes his case to allow Brucie Wayne to buy a bag.
It’s declined.
So he switches tactics.
He just makes a new cover as a recently won lottery winner looking to burn cash and wants to burn it with Hermes. And starts a new sale history. Using all of his knowledge and intel about what gets you on the waiting list.
He gets stonewalled a few times by former co-workers that he gets around by blackmailing them with gossip and infractions he witnessed or was told In confidence when he was a fellow sales associate.
Finally, his lottery winner persona is put on a waitlist. The only problem is he’s at the very bottom.
So what does he do?
He suties up As Batman and starts intimidating all those who are higher on the list than his lottery winner cover rocketing him up the list.
He hits a roadblock when he tries to scrace a woman on the list who doesn’t believe he’s actually Batman becuase “Why would Batman even want with a Birkin?”
Which leads to an escalation that gets him an earful from Superman who’s called to the scene by said woman whos terrified after Batman strings her upside down over the edge of her high-rise penthouse.
Clark offers to buy the bag becuase who wouldn’t want that kinda of PR endorsement?
Which Bruce vittamently refuses becuase it would cheapen the gift.
Finally, after a week of terrorizing wait-listers, his lottery winner persona is “given“ the opportunity to buy a bag.
But disaster strikes when that lucky break he thought he got because he was next on the list was actually bad luck becuase the person was bumped off becuase they bought the bag that Bruce had painfully calculated to purchase which was the only bag that would be made in the next 3 years that has the colorway that Iris wanted.
So Bruce tracks down and comforts the buyer in the dead of night as Batman. The buyer freaks out and says they didn't even want this colorway and really wanted a Caranery yellow ostrich skin colorway and if he could get her that one she'd trade for it.
This leads Bruce to play matchmaker for a series of buyers that have Birken Bags they don't love and would trade for their dream bag. And after months of fetch questing and matching sad Birken owners around the world with their dream bags Bruce he pulls it off. He finally gets a Canary, yellow ostrich skin colorway Birkin bag trades it for Iris’s dream bag. Only to find out it was ruined in a car crash that was caused by an alien invasion 2 months before that the JL had a particularly nasty time with and it was Bruce’s Batmobile that was thrown into her parked car.
The bag is a mess the zipper borken, missing hardware, leather scratched. But Bruce so done with everything accepts the trade and takes it back to the cave. Where he proceeds to 3D scan the bag then composite a CAD model and starts to collect all the raw components of the bag himself.
Getting only the best materials (much better than what Hermes was using) Talking to Killer Corc on how to find the best alligator pelts. Flying to India to personally pick out the red dye for the color. Mining the gold for the hardware from an asteroid that was threatening the Watchtower.
After he has everything Bruce proceeds to by hand construct an exact replica of Iris's dream bag. Essentially making the most over-budgeted fake to exist. Where he finally gives it to Barry (who has no inkling of the time and effort Bruce has put into this side project that has taken the better part of a whole year) who jokes in saying “Oh wow takes 12 months to run to the store huh?”
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i-cant-sing · 1 year
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I think its time i reach down into the depths of hell and bring superbat kid back to the surface
She is a little confused rn because papa Clark told her that Santa is gonna bring her gifts when she's asleep, but just a day ago, daddy Bruce had told her that Santa does not exist.
Right now, she's back at the Wayne Manor because Clark wanted to yell at Bruce for saying Santa isn't real. With her brothers around, she asks them if Santa is real or not.
Jason and Damian said "No" while Tim and Dick said "Yes" simultaneously. You looked back and forth between them as they began arguing.
Dick: Santa is real-
Damian: no, he's not-
Tim: it's called letting Y/n have a normal, healthy childhood.
Jason: what's healthy about a stranger breaking in to your house and watching you sleep and leaving materialistic things before eating your baked goods?
Damain,nodding: yeah, that's not a good figure to look up to. Santa is a bad guy-
And baby reader only hears "Santa is a bad guy who breaks into your house at night when everyone's sleep" part and is now afraid.
Later that night, after Bruce had tucked reader in, he heard something move. He went out to check the boys, thinking that maybe one of them got out of bed, but ti his surprise, they were all asleep with their doors wide open. He then went towards your room, only to stop when he heard a loud crash from downstairs. Everyone was awake now, and they all rushed downstairs to the living room, where you stayed afloat in the air with a baseball bat in your hand, as you swung and hit the stomach of-
Santa?
What the hell?
"Y/n!" Bruce called, startling you as you instantly floated towards him, hugging him as you said "I beat Santa! I beat Santa!"
The Santa, who was now being picked up by Dick and Jason, turned out to be actually Clark in disguise.
"What are you doing here Clar-"
"HO! HO! HO! SANTA JUST CAME TO DROP PRESENTS FOR YOUNG Y/N!" Clark exclaimed, cutting Bruce off.
You glared at the man in red suit, still not recognising your dear papa. "I don't want any presents from the bad man! You- you broke into our house without- ringing the bell!" You tried to float towards Santa to beat him again, but Bruce caught you and held you firmly against his chest. "I won't let you hurt daddy or my brothers or Alfie!"
It's like a lightswitch went off in the boys head and they all finally understood what you meant.
Bruce titled your chin towards him. "Y/n, sweetie, as nice it is for you to beat up Santa to protect me and your brothers and Alfred, and I'm very proud that you took my "stranger danger" lessons well, you must understand that you will never fight someone without getting my permission first. Its too dangerous, I don't want you to get hurt, princess." Your brothers agreed. "Do you understand, Y/n?"
You nodded, playing with your hands.
"Good. Now, let's go back to bed-" Bruce was interrupted by Clark clearing his throat loudly.
Ugh. Bruce rolled his eyes. "And Y/n, Santa is not a bad guy. He just wanted to leave us some presents. Small, cheap ones, unlike mine but hey, what can you do?" Clark glared at him whole your brothers snickered. "So, please don't beat up Santa next time, okay?"
"Okay. Sorry, Mr Santa."
"Its okay, Y/n! Ho! Ho-"
"Stop with the theatrics. You interrupted her bedtime. It's time for her to sleep. Try to be more quiet next time, Santa." Bruce growled, clearly unhappy at Clark for making you miss your beauty sleep.
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bombusbombus · 6 months
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recoloured this old warmup to repost cause I had it on my mind.
If Clark is going to be in earth 19 (gotham by gaslight universe) (they're publishing more gbg and clark is going to be there), then listen to me listen to me, he needs to be a cowboy. Superman needs to be a cowboy in the big city. I am SOO serious about this. I am on my knees, DC, let me write for you, I would add so many themes about modern technology versus traditional knowledge and sprinkle in some anticolonialism PLEASE.
You could have a cute little Daily Planet that has to struggle against yellow journalism in a smoky little backroom & setting their own type, a la The Truth. You could have gentlemen's clubs. You could have a brutal war against unions in the streets and one lone titan of industry giving into their demands. You could have the exact same 3 batkids from the movie, there's literally nothing to improve on there. You could have Clark tear down a barbed wire fence with his bare hands, in a futile attempt to unravel colonialist ideas of private land ownership. Imagine the alien knows more about the earth, the real earth, than the knight in his city does. Imagine the American dream failing Clark, who has to go back east to the big city, failing Bruce, who lost his parents, failing everyone over and over until they decide to build something without it. In an era of rampant exploitation, what do real heroes look like?
Or you can make the justice league fight big steampunk robots ig I'm excited either way.
#all that to say ask me about the gotham by gaslight superbat friendship I've been thinking about for a LITERAL YEAR...#the original colouring on this was only the sort of ass you can achieve with a blue light filter at 2am#also I can hear you saying “why do your warmups usually look better than your final drawings Moose?”#(shh let me imagine I have a huge rapt audience)#well. I have aphantasia which makes it much harder to make things up than to draw from life#however my passion is cartooning. so I'm a little fucked#I also have a disability that sometimes makes me run a temperature when I overexert myself mentally#so drawing cartoons can make me run a literal fever#whereas drawing from life is more abt hand skill than brain skill so it doesn't fuck me up#but that's why I don't draw much anymore lol. Arranging people and items and background on a canvas is excruciating trial and error#but when you already have a pic the photographer has done some of that for you and you just need to collage preexisting images together#and once you have the elements of the picture then it's easy to retroactively construct a balanced tableau#tl:dr creativity is hard and makes CPU explode but editing is easy#that being said if a mutual wants me to draw an animal or something for them & gives me a reference I will drop everything to do it. dm me.#seriously I'm good w anything organic like plants or animals or horrible growths#hell if u do thumbnails I'll draw the full thing. I'll write w you. I fuckin love collaboration.#might be a bad writing partner though cause I'm neurotic as hell#.#I just remembered that Dan Garret was in earth 19 last time it was shown in a comic#no offense to all you dan-heads out there. but I think he should die.#cause I would be. obsessed. With 1890s Chicago cryptid Ted Kord#I think he should be 23 and terrible#the most steampunk guy around. Probably takes cocaine. Still a college student (gettin his fourth degree). Hasn't left his house in a month#not to mention futureboy Booster in his kevlar vest with his iphone named skeets
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