#superman fic

[dorkofclanlavellan]

Superman & The Lone Wolf

Notes: My goal is to make the reader character (who will be called Lone Wolf instead of y/n) as neutral and ambiguous as possible. If I mess up and use any descriptors etc please let me know so I can fix it. Pairing(s): Clark Kent/Superman (Cavill) x gn!werewolf!reader, mentions of Clark x Lois Warning(s): Werewolves (not compliant to werewolves in DC canon and based on my own version of werewolves), kind of long

Superman was a few miles outside of Metropolis, returning from chasing down some bank robbers and handing them over to the police. He made sure to check below him occasionally while he flew towards the city.

He was eager to go see Lois, maybe he could make it up to her for being late for dinner. He knew she was getting frustrated that all of their dates were either getting canceled or cut short but she was trying to be understanding that he had obligations as Superman.

Suddenly he noticed a flash of white moving impossibly fast towards the city. Deciding to investigate, Clark landed in a patch of trees, hoping the delay wouldn't take too long. But those hopes were forgotten as he realized what exactly he was looking at.

A wolf. A very big wolf. It was just standing there now, staring at him with wide eyes. Ears and tail held high and straight and even the wolf's legs were rigid. But it wasn't the defensive stance or even the size of the wolf that caught Clark's attention. This wolf looked like none he'd ever seen.

On top of being at least 3' tall, the wolf was almost entirely white with the exception of its ears which were a silver shade. And its eyes, eyes that Clark could hardly look away from, were red. Whether they were actually glowing or just appeared that way in the moonlight he wasn't sure.

Clark snapped out of his daze and took a deliberate step towards the wolf. This movement was met with a low, warning growl.

"Easy now. I trust you don't mean any trouble to the city or the people who live there. As long as that is the case, you've nothing to worry about from me." He said, one hand held out to show he was no threat to the wolf so long as they did not attack.

The way the wolf shook its head to indicate it had no intention of hurting anyone, let Clark know that there was, in fact, a person behind those startling red eyes. The wolf cautiously stepped forward and sniffed Clark's hand, bumping it once with its head before turning and fleeing. Again it moved at a speed that he knew was impossible for a regular wolf.

Clark decided to give them a moment so they could shift back to their human form without running the risk of him seeing. He would respect their right to their secret identity, as he protects his own so fiercely.

'Well at least I'll have an interesting story to tell Lois.' Clark thought to himself, taking back to the air after a few minutes.

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1 month later

"I still can't believe you sniffed Superman's hand!" Fiona, Lone Wolf's best friend, giggled while they busily prepared their catering office for the interview they had later.

"It's been a month, Fi! You've been saying that every day since." Lone Wolf responded in mock exasperation.

A month. They had been in Metropolis for over six months but their catering business has only been open for four weeks exactly. They were also a food reviewer, which they had been doing for years now. But their dream had always been catering so when they went into the business with their best friend they merely laughed and rolled their eyes at all the Phoebe and Monica jokes Fiona made.

"Well, yeah! You sniffed Superman!" Fiona retorted. "I mean he literally just saved the world from an invasion of his own people almost 2 months ago!"

"Can we please focus on making sure everything is perfect before the reporter from the Daily Planet gets here?" Lone Wolf huffed, fighting back a grin at Fiona's excitement. "And after they leave we still have to send a menu for approval to the Edmonstone wedding, a follow-up with the Chrichtons and I need to edit and post my review of that bakery in Gotham. Not to mention stocking up for the full moon in a couple of days."

"Who do you think they're going to send for the interview anyway?" Fiona asked, waving away the list of tasks. "I hope it's Lois Lane! She's absolutely gorgeous...I'd probably pass out. Or ask her to marry me as soon as I see her, like a psycho."

"You are psycho, Fi." Lone Wolf teased, rolling their eyes when Fiona stuck her tongue out at them. "Besides, I doubt the Daily Planet would send someone like Lois Lane to interview a new catering business."

"Oh, please! We've been open for a month and business has been booming! We already have a waiting list for crying out loud. People love your food, plus your review blog has made you kind of famous."

"Business is doing so well because your godfather, the mayor, hired us and has been referring us to everyone. And it's February." Lone Wolf countered. Before Fiona could argue, they heard the chime from the entrance, letting them know someone had come in.

"Hi, I'm from the Daily Planet. I'm here for an interview. My name is Clark Kent." Lone Wolf set the sample plate down on the table and turned to face the voice. As they did a familiar smell struck them.

Lone Wolf fought to maintain composure as they went to shake hands with the reporter. Discreetly taking in his scent again, confirmed to Lone Wolf what most of the world did not know.

Clark Kent is Superman.

#clark kent #cavill superman #Lone Wolf series #clark kent x reader #superman x reader #clark kent x gn reader #superman x gn reader #dceu fic #superman fic

[river-bottom-nightmare]

on the second floor of wayne manor, to the right of the generations of family portraits and above the old billiards room that has been converted into, more-or-less, a movie den complete with a popcorn machine, nestles the library of wayne manor.

it's not particularly grand or particularly sweeping. instead, it's rather crooked in every direction, bookshelves built this way and that, crawling up the walls like ivy, brimming with novels of any and every sort. a couple plush armchairs and a loveseat were shoved into the corners, an afterthought.

at first, clark couldn't quite imagine bruce in this room. how could he? the musty smell of books permeated the place; clark had only ever known bruce to have machine grease and oil smeared on his fingers and clothes. the armchairs, the bookshelves, the walls themselves seemed to curl in towards the center of the room, as if offering an embrace of the dreamiest sort; bruce threw all the master bedroom furniture up into the attic and replaced it with the sort of soulless shit clark had only ever seen in magazines aimed to please middle-aged majority shareholders. the minute clark stepped into the library, he felt a dozy sort of beauty drape over his shoulders, feeling old and sad and more comfortable than nearly anything else he's experienced. bruce wayne was to clark kent what a pump of adrenaline was to most other people.

and yet.

"i spent half my childhood up here," bruce admitted. "i know for a fact i've read every crime or mystery book we had. then i started collecting them."

thick, calloused fingers skimmed over the bones of the shelf closest to them. bruce turned, enough so clark could enter behind him, but still making sure he had to brush past the other man to get there. (bruce thought he was being crafty. clark wanted to hook his chin over bruce's shoulder and give him a hug.)

with a casual sort of grace that had bruce flicking his eyes over, clark settled into the loveseat, leaning back and simply taking in the room. he shut his eyes, trying to hear a younger bruce shifting on the plush fabric of the chair across the room, greedily leafing through the pages with his hair falling over his forehead.

it's easier than clark had thought. then again, bruce had always felt a bit like midnight velvet, the kind of handsome that felt more at home in black and white. a thin-faced boy—a boy by candlelight, a boy whose hours were so filled with stories that he likened himself to one of those dark knights on the pages—isn't too far out of reach.

clark kent is someone who reads and writes for a living, who knows full well the sheer power words hold, who knows just what they can reveal about other people, who twines them around his lips threads them through his fingers and uses them to do more good in the world than his abilities ever could. clark kent is someone who knows exactly what he's asking when he says, "which is your favourite?"

and bruce, shrewd as he is, picks a worn blue volume from the shelves, sits next to clark, and flips the book open so they can read.

--

in which the author foists all of her longing into a nonsenical little snippet that is less superbat and more me missing the library

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#scribbles from the swamp #clark kent #superman #bruce wayne #batman #superbat #(sorta. implied.) #dc #clark kent fic #superman fic #bruce wayne fic #batman fic #superbat fic #dc fic

[bradshawssugarbaby]

#fic ideas #fic writing #writing #poll #writing poll #i have too many ideas #top gun: maverick fic #teen wolf fic #superman fic #clark kent x reader #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bob floyd x reader #derek hale x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #charlie young x reader #set it up fic #harrison knott x reader #press play fic

[mrdilfandmrsmilf]

BRUH IM PROUD OF MYSELF FOR THIS ONE TBH

#batman #dc community #dc #dc comics #dc fanart #superman art #superman #superman fic #superman family #superman fanart #dc movies #clark kent art #clark kent fanart #clark kent #the joker #bruce wayne #superbat #superbats

[unfortunately-obsessed]

On Earth, I Look Into Everything With Love

Summary: In this universe, Kara arrives on Earth at the same time Kal does.

Cw: grief/morning, unfinished work. Based on another Tumblr post but I can't find it anymore. 🩵 AO3 Link.

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The Earth, a rocky planet and the densest of its solar system, is known for being a water world. More than 70.8% of Earth's surface is covered in water, which is central for the survival of its dominant species: humans.

Humans.

Kara is not sure of humans.

She doesn't understand much about them, and understands less their language. Of course, it is– was in the Kryptonian language database, she just never looked into it.

They – the two humans, supposedly a woman and a man – found her and Kal curled up in the rumble of their ship, trembling cold with space-loneliness on the remains of home. The two humans have been kind and nice so far, rushing Kara into their house as she carried, ever carefully, baby Kal El.

They offered safety, shelter, warmness. They're farmers, judging by the crops the ships just ruined, a vast field of green and yellow scattered with a desperate landing.

It's dark outside, night.

Kal is sleeping peacefully, still drowsy and lethargic from the cryogenic chamber, wrapped in red. He's so small, the last son of Krypton.

Surprisingly, her arm isn't aching from holding him for so long. Sitting in one of the chairs in what seems like a common area of the humans' house, she can hear them hushed talking in another room, a garble of sounds foreign to Kara's ears.

Everything she looks at is sharp, the edges and colors more vivid than in Krypton.

She'll have to figure something out, and soon. She needs to figure out how to communicate with the aliens.

The woman approaches, holding something, then makes a gesture of– offering? Maybe. Showing her teeth, she puts a cup in front of Kara.

Kara slumps her hand forward, in a grabbing motion, but stopping just before touching the object, testing the waters. The woman seen expecting, so Kara does actually grab it.

A liquid, somewhat luscious and slightly sweet-smelling drink, is inside the object. Maybe milk? It's hot, it's white, and the recipient it sits in has some kind of handle, probably so the person drinking doesn't burn themselves.

Kara accepts it, gulping in a diplomatic gesture. Rich taste, and sweet indeed. It tastes good.

The man follows behind, carrying some kind of tray. An overwhelmingly mellow aroma fills the room as he place it, also, on the table.

"Pye," the woman announces, the language simple-sounding. She puts a round plate with a slice of what the man was carrying.

Kara curiously peers at it, the smell bubbling hunger into her stomach.

The slice is triangular, a layer of crisp crust, filled with oozy red hot cream, maybe jam, and then another layer of crust that forms a geometric forms. It's made by hand, which is impressive on its own.

Again making the offering gesture, with open palms and expectantly, the woman gives Kara the plate with the slice and an utensil made of metal.

Everything is very delicate. The plate has a dedicate and luxurious paint around the edges, flower-like, painted in warm colors; and the utensil, which Kara assumes is to help eating, is carved with an alike flowery pattern and is very shiny.

The utensil is strange and clumsy on Kara's hands, yet she still gets a bite of the pye.

It's sweet, warm. This pye thing is delicious, and makes Kara think they're overcompensating. Or maybe those two aliens are just this generous and kind, even if Kara just destroyed their crops.

The woman says something to the man, a gibberish of sounds, but showing her teeth. The man seems to agree.

Kara didn't expect to understand the language, but the lack of clear communication nags at her as she starts to familiarize herself with the sounds, trying to grasp at any pattern. Those humans speak in a very rhythmic and melodic way.

She takes another bite of the pye, not quite anything she tasted before. Sweet and tart at the same time.

Kal seems to wake up with the smell, too. He is an unexpectedly well behaved child, so just because this pye didn't upset her own stomach, Kara puts her finger in the jam, and brush it against Kal's lips.

He is well pleased by the taste, licking his lips and already eager for more, trying to catch Kara's hands with his tiny palm.

The humans stopped talking to watch the interaction.

So suddenly, Kara is overhwelmed by a wave of building sadness. It crashed every bone and made her tremble in a single motion, of wishing her mother to see the cute face Kal is making.

But before any tear can be shed, the woman burst, "Mart'a."

Kara doesn't have idea of what it means. Maybe her expression gives it away, in some interspecies' common sense.

The woman puts her hand on her own chest. "Mart'a–" then she puts her hand on the man's chest, "–Jonat'an."

"Jonat'an," the man repeats, putting his own hand over his chest.

Kara crushes her grief between the hands, trying eagerly to understand this new interaction. Then, it turns clear between the two humans, and she places her own hand on her chest.

"Kara," she introduces herself, then gingerly lifts Kal, that is looking at everything with a curious gaze, "Kal."

The woman– Mart'a shows her teeth once again.

It helps, almost, by how gentle she looks.

"Kara," she repeats.

Kara nods and repeats the expression, strangely, showing her teeth, even if her facial muscles are foreign at it.

She offers a hand, like the woman were doing earlier, nearly pointing. "Mart'a," tries vehemently with a clumsy pronunciation.

The humans seen very happy by it.

Kara feels at ease, too.

#kara danvers #kara zor el #kara danvers fic #Supergirl fic #superman fic #dc fic #dc #arwrites #me!supergirl

[spite-and-waffles]

Cast around for some nice Clois Superman fanfiction. Almost no Superfamily-only content. Every fucking thing is SuperBat. I'm starting to actually hate this stupid ship. Bad enough that Bruce is so radioactive to every other character in canon and Clark is forever handed an idiot ball when they have to interact. But now y'all are actually erasing Lois and their family for this asshat.

#i very rarely hate any character because they're usually only annoying because of poor writing #exceptions are dean winchester and bruce #he's so toxic #anti bruce wayne #anti dean winchester #anti superbat #superman #clark kent #superman comics #superman fic #clois #fan wankery #spite waffle

[kayjaydee17]

I'm meant to be finishing up my thesis, but here we are, with almost 1000 words of a beginning. I'm going to write this and I'm going to be angry about it the whole time.

"Dad will find us."

Jonathan knows that Jordan is trying to be helpful. He knows that and so he tries to bite down on his irritation. But when Jordan repeats the same sentence for the fifth time, Jon has to bite back on a retort. I know or Is he? You haven't mentioned or I fucking know Dad will find us but he isn't here yet and that's not particularly fucking helpful, is it.

He can hear his dad's voice in his head, chiding him for his language.

Jon swallows the words down, past the lump in his throat. Maybe it's helping Jordan to say it out loud, remind himself that Dad will be here, that there's nothing they could ever do that would stop Dad from coming after them.

Even after last night, even after the terrible things Jon said, the look on Dad's face as he turned away --

Jon shoves the thoughts out of his head. He can't think about that right now. If he thinks about that right now, he'll cry, and if he starts to cry, Jordan will panic, and if Jordan panics --

Well, it's not like he can lose control of his strength or heat vision, not with those kryptonite cuffs fastened tightly around his wrists. But Jon's seen Jordan in the middle of a panic attack, and it's the worst thing, standing helplessly to the side while his twin struggles to breathe.

Jon feels like he's done a lot of that lately -- standing helplessly to the side, unable to do anything, absolutely useless to support his family.

He bites back on the frustration. Now isn't the time to fixate on that, not when Jordan's just as helpless as he is.

They've been trying to piece together exactly what happened. The memories are fuzzy; Jon wonders if the kryptonite is affecting Jordan's memory and he thinks he may have been hit on the head. They were walking down one of Smallville's many quiet rural roads, both of them still furious even hours after the fight. He could see that Jordan was itching to run as fast as he could, to punch something and send it crumbling into pieces. If he could fly, Jon was sure he'd be longing for that, too. His twin was practically vibrating with anger and unspent energy. But he matched his steps to Jon's and kept pace with his much slower, much more human brother.

("You know you're not actually more human than me," Jordan had once said. "You're half-Kryptonian, too."

Jon had simply shrugged in response. He didn't have anything to say.)

The car had come out of nowhere, speeding down the road towards them without its headlights on. It swerved in front of the boys and screeched to a stop. Jordan flung out an arm and caught Jon across the chest, stopping him in his tracks.

Jon couldn't remember how many people had poured out of the car. Seven? Ten? Enough to surround the boys. They were dressed in all black, masks pulled up to cover the lower half of their faces, and each of them held a gun pointed at Jonathan or Jordan.

"The ELT," Jordan said. He tried to stand in front of Jon, but it was impossible with people on every side of them. "Jon, the ELT."

Jon fumbled in his pocket. His fingers didn't find anything but his house key, and his entire body went very cold. "I don't have it," he said. He could barely make himself say the words. "Jordan, run," he said. He shoved at his brother. "Run," he said, because Jordan could get out of here, Jordan could shove through this group and disappear down the road and keep himself safe, secrets be damned --

But right as Jon shoved his brother, desperate to make him go, to leave Jon behind and safe himself, to get Dad, a gun fired. Jon screamed as the green-glowing bullet slammed into Jordan's shoulder.

(He doesn't remember what he screamed. It could have been no or maybe it was Jordan's name or maybe it was a wordless cry of anguish.

He doesn't allow himself to think that he may have screamed, "Dad."

Because if he did -- and Dad didn't hear -- Dad didn't come -- then what does that --

Jon shoves the thoughts out of his head.)

Things got a little fuzzy after that.

Jon remembers being shoved to the ground and having his arms wrenched behind his back. He remembers trying to struggle and the person kneeling on his back slamming his head into the asphalt. Warm blood trickled from Jonathan's hairline and into his right eye. Metal cuffs were fastened around his wrists. Right as he tried to scream for Dad, a wad of fabric was shoved into his mouth, hard and deep enough to make Jon gag. Jon felt a sharp prick on the inside of his elbow.

The world went black. 

(please consider this permission to come talk about this show with me. in fact, consider this begging you to come talk about this show with me)

#superman and lois #jonathan kent #jordan kent #superman fic #clark kent #lois lane #guess who cannot write action scenes #or plot! #the plot is purely in service to the hurt/comfort! #I know nothing about superman #I've only watched season one of this show #and yet it's eaten my brain #and here I am #send help

[finnicks]

( fic ) EXCLUSIVE!

EXCLUSIVE!

smallville | lois/clark teen. 2.6k Five articles Lois Lane published about Superman and the one article she didn’t.

#smallville #smallville fic #smallville fanfic #smallville fanfiction #lois x clark #clark x lois #clois #clois fic #clois fanfic #clois fanfiction #lois lane fanfiction #clark kent fanfiction #lois lane fic #lois lane fanfic #clark kent fanfic #clark kent fic #superman fic #dc fanfic #dc fic #dc fanfiction #epistolary #userjaded #my fic #*mine

[adreamfromnevermore]

AU Where the Justice League forms as usual except for one slight difference where Bruce just so happens to have been the one superheroing for the longest. (Excluding Diana, who got up to it in World War 1 and then mostly didn't while she learned about Man's World)

Bruce helps form the Justice League, ignoring all of the comments as they come to the sudden realization that Gotham's baby cryptid story is actually a man in a very intimidating armored suit who can and will break your arm if you cause problems for him. They are unaware that this is not the first team he's led, and actually he's used to teams full of mostly teenagers who also happen to be his children. This should be easier, this team is primarily adults.

He realizes rapidly that he doesn't understand these people.

His kids take bonding activities to mean learning a dozen different ways to break someones leg. That doesn't fly with these people. And that is most of Bruce's ideas, hell when he was a kid Alfred took every opportunity to get him out of his room and mostly that was with the agreement that Alfred would teach him how to defend himself. He's come by it honestly.

This team is not easier. They have more drama than when his house was actually full of kids. It's insane. He doesn't know what to do with it, usually he just sent the kids to their rooms or grounded them from patrol. That doesn't work here.

He comes to a strange crossroads. That falls apart when he forgets who he's working with and snaps at Hal with a full room of heroes that the next person to throw a punch or an insult without a reason too will be sparring with him.

A long standing rule in the batcave that worked two fold to prevent infighting between the kids and too ensure that they were well and truly trained.

It works wonders. No one says a word out of line for the rest of the debrief. Bruce becomes the unofficial mediator of the league over Clark because anytime he walked in on a fight it suddenly became 10 times more civil out of sheer terror of what he'd do to them in a sparring match.

Eventually they actually meet his kids. Well, one kid.

Half way through a mission (one of the rare ones in Gotham) the Bat comes to a complete stop at the edge of an alley. Every single league member on the team comes to a stop behind him. Slowly from the shadows of the alley a man in a red helmet stalks out to greet them.

"You don't call, you don't write"

"Red Hood."

"Don't Red Hood me! We've been worried sick!"

"I was at the cave last night."

"You didn't answer my texts B. You always answer my texts."

Somehow it ends with big and scary following them through the rest of the mission with a running commentary of how much Bats has let him down in his failure to respond in a timely manner to a text send less than an hour before he ran into them in the alley. It only ends when Red Robin shows up.

And even then it only ends because Hood can't keep himself from throwing a punch and Bruce has to snap at him that if he throws another one they're sparring when they get home.

And by god is Jason giving up the chance to punch his brothers.

#the psychic whiplash when the league realizes #that the pit fight tactic is from dealing with his children #also that he has children #batman #dc #bruce wayne #red hood #jason todd #red robin #tim drake #batfamily #clark kent #justice league #superman #nightwing #timothy drake #batfam #fic ideas #wonder woman #diana prince #diana of themyscira

[ghostbsuter]

He'd been flying above Metropolis.

Like a good ghost! Doing nothing but relax! Enjoying the weather, really.

It was so cool, Superman came up to him, they talked even! Superman was very, very, uncomfortable when Danny mentioned he was kinda dead.

It was really awesome.

Yeah, the keypoint being was.

Now? Now he is in Superman's arms, very much alive after being hit by a stray beam from Lex Luthors newest invention, quite literally hit from the sky when he didn't expect it and out of f reflex turned back human.

"I'm... alive?" He jokes weakly, smiling awkwardly at Superman's stare.

Danny considered this awkward.

Clark was processing the fact Lex Luthor somehow managed to bring back someone from death, his hands now full of said miracle and—

Shit, does the kid even have family left? What's he going to tell Lois!?

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #writing prompt #fic prompt #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #Superman is so flabbergasted #superman has no idea whats going on #superman is just tired man #danny has no idea whats going on #theyre both so shocked #superman is wondering if he just became a father #danny is figuring out how to get out of thia situation #clark: i know this is scary! but now you have a new chance at life! would you like to stay with me and my wife? :') #danny: fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

[sully-s]

Clark: Why do I always miss the gossip missions?

#Superbat #world's finest #Clark Kent #bruce wayne #Superman #Batman #DC Comics #DCAU #Fanart #My Art #Very Messy Art #Listen it's been awhile sience I drew some blatent Superbats art I was due lol. #Shout out to all those fics where half the league is in love with Bruce.

[dorkofclanlavellan]

Clark Kent / Kal-El Masterlist

Lone Wolf series

Preferences

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Headcanons

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Drabbles

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Ficlets

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One Shots

To be added

Fics

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#clark kent #clark kent x reader #cavill superman #superman x reader #clark kent x gn reader #clark kent x female reader #clark kent x male reader #dceu #snyderverse #superman ficlets #superman fic #superman one shots #superman drabbles #superman headcanons #clark kent ficlets #clark kent headcanons #clark kent drabbles #clark kent one shots #clark kent fics

[frownyalfred]

I just want Bruce to be exhausted and so frazzled from four days of sleep deprivation that when Clark comes to inform him that one of their JL surveillance ops fell through, he just sighs and says “So I slept with [Senator] for nothing?”

Clark: “What.”

Bruce: “I didn’t say anything.”

Clark, about to launch himself into the sun: “You—”

#thoughts #bruce wayne #batman #fic ideas #clark kent #superbat #superman #jl #justice league

[bradshawssugarbaby]

 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ request night  ⋆⭒˚.⋆

going to try my hand at one of these (pls don't flop).

pick a prompt from one of these lists, + a character from this list send me the no. of the prompt and what list it came from/the prompt line + character and i'll write a blurb/drabble!

#writing #requests #request night #bradley bradshaw fic #jake seresin fic #bob floyd fic #clark kent fic #superman fic #august walker fic #walter marshall fic #capt. syverson fic #derek hale fic #teen wolf fic #top gun maverick fic #henry cavill characters #dceu fic #smallville fic #arrowverse fic #jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #bob floyd #clark kent #superman #walter marshall #august walker #derek hale #capt. syverson

[clarisse-doodles]

and then midnight ice cream with Superman becomes a tradition :)

based on You are the Sun and I- by @lurkinglurkerwholurks. if you haven't already, please read it, it's amazing!

#that fic made me feel like 10 different emotions #asjdidndkdndkdhhj #clarisse doodles #dc #batfam #batman #robin #dick grayson #superman

[superbat-love]

Bruce blinked. The woman in front of him looked like Wonder Woman, but there were subtle differences that immediately raised alarm bells in his mind. However, his main focus was on the baby cradled in her arms.

“The future of my world looks bleak, Bruce Wayne. So many lives were lost in the war. This child here is your son. Or rather, the Bruce in my timeline. Unfortunately, the child has lost both his parents and has no one else to care for him.” Without any hesitation, she handed the baby over to Bruce.

Bruce stared at the baby as he gurgled happily in his arms. “I know you will have a lot of questions for me, but unfortunately I am unable to answer them as my time here is running out. I place my trust in you, Bruce, to keep this child safe.”

Before Bruce could utter a word, Wonder Woman took a step back and there was a flash of bright white light. Bruce shielded his and the baby’s eyes from the blinding light. When he looked back, she was gone. And so was the baby.

***

Clark’s phone rang. Without glancing at the screen, he accepted the call. “Bruce?”

“Clark, I need your help. Someone dropped off a baby in my house,” said Bruce. Clark felt his eyebrows raise.

“A baby? What in the world? Is it yours?”

“Something like that. But the reason I’m calling is because I need you get the baby down.”

“Down? What do you mean?”

“This baby can fly, Clark. He’s currently hanging upside down from my ceiling. I tried to grab him with a fishing net, but he started crying and now my living room is covered in icicles from his ice breath.”

#superbat baby ef #dc headcanon #drabble #text post #dc fanfic #episodic fic #superbat #dc #superman x batman #batman x superman #superman/batman #batman/superman #superman #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne