#there should be more lois lane tags

[ryemiffie]

Quotes from my day as superfam incorrect quotes this time:

Lois: Babe, we have a situation here.

Clark: Hm?

Lois: ...

Clark: ...?

Lois, who's white pants are stained red: Look down.

Cark: ...

Clark: You got stabbed?

Lois: nope.

Clark: You held a dying person after they were stabbed?

Lois: Also nope.

Clark: You failed miserably at drinking wine?

Lois: Still no, think harder.

Clark: ...?

Lois: ...

Clark: ...??

Lois: ...!

Clark: Oh my god, you're on your period!

#incorrect superman quotes #dc superman #superfam #superman #clark kent #superman incorrect quotes #lois lane #superman and lois #lois and clark #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotations #dc incorrect quotes #incorrect dcu quotes #dcu #dc comics #incorrect dc quotes #kal el #detective comics #dc universe #justice league #there should be more lois lane tags #lois lane incorrect quotes #incorrect lois lane #the kents #superfamily

[buniyaad]

January 8th - 14th, 2024

Monday, January 8th - Sins of the Family // Isolation

Tuesday, January 9th - Prophecies // Deadly Devotion

Wednesday, January 10th - Superman Cults // Possession

Thursday, January 11th - The Forgotten One // A Hole in the World

Friday, January 12th - A Parent Knows Best // Eldritch Horror

Saturday, January 13th - It Takes a Village // Inheritance

Sunday, January 14th - Mistakes Were Made // Horror Movie AU

Purpose?

Not enough horror-themed fanworks in the world about the Superfam. Got jealous of the Batfandom having all these horror-themed events and projects, so I decided to host one for the Superfam.

Why should we participate in this?

Because you like seeing the soupeyfam in ever-increasingly fucked up situations that elicit a deeply-rooted, ancient dread :3

So how does it work?

The release date for fanworks is from Monday, the 8th of January through Sunday, the 14th of January, 2024. 

This aint a Halloween-themed event! You have well over three months to write, draw, and create fanworks. However, use the spooky season to help generate some ideas and propel you forward! :3

This an opportunity for people who’d like to explore the Superfamily characters, dynamics, and relationships through a variety of prompts. Although romantic ships are nice, please make sure the Superfam are the focus of your fanwork.

Superfamily characters include, but are not limited to:

Clark Kent

Lois Lane

Kara Zor El

Jonathan and Martha Kent

Jon Kent

Osul Ra and Otho Ra

John Henry Irons

Natasha Irons

Kon El/Conner Kent

Chris Kent/Lor Zod

Karen Starr

Kong Kenan

Superfamily characters of ANY comic book universe are acceptable. If you want to spend the entire fanweek exploring Ultraman and Injustice!Superman because you love drama, then be my guest! If you want Ultraman to kidnap Lois this time instead of Jon, go for it!! Let that imagination run WILD!!!

Darkfic, horrorfic, genre-specific work, and other both safe and not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell tropes are welcome. Just make sure that you post any Mature content on a landing page that doesn't restrict Mature content (like AO3). I don’t want anyone getting their blog banned. We cannot defeat our capitalist overlords, but we can definitely work around them.

This fanweek will not have a dedicated blog. These prompts are free for anyone to use. Because it is a non-traditional, non-monetized, and free-to-opt-in casual event, there will be no mods but moi, no advertising of paid services, and no ratings or participant restrictions. I will open a collection on AO3 in January for anyone who wants their work collated for this event.

In order to ensure that both creators and the audience are making informed decisions about what they engage with, all creators are encouraged to include triggers, ships, and any other squick warnings. 

Please utilize the read-more function for fanworks that are longer than 250 words. We're tryna read yer stories, not get spammed with a wall of text. Please Be Courteous.

And last but not least - if you are engaging with any of the fanworks, reblog, reblog, reblog! Share the work with your followers. Send all the love to the creators for crafting their masterpieces!!

What can I contribute?

Fanart (standalones, comic strips, etc.), fanfiction (one-shots, multichapter, etc.), fanmixes, gifsets, graphics, meme collections, fanvids, whatever your heart desires! Go wild!!!

Can I create/write not-safe-for-tunglr dot hell content?

Yes!!! All creators are encouraged to include triggers warnings, sub-genre specifications, ships, and other warnings in their posts. I will not discourage you from writing your 16k Kara-goes-evil fic, but please... Be Courteous and tag your fanworks appropriately so people can make an informed decision on what they're comfortable with viewing.

What does (X) prompt mean?

Each day has two prompts!! You can either pick a prompt OR you can combine prompts in different ways. Let your imagination take you where you want to go with each prompt!! If you want to explore both in the same fanwork, then be my guest!!

Mainstream Canon, Elsewords, and AU content is acceptable! Just make sure to stay within the comicsverse. Creativity is key! Have fun!!!

Can I crackship/multiship/harem/OT3/polyam the characters?

Absolutely!!! Just please remember that this is the Soupeyfam horror week, not the Lois-Has-A-Harem-of-Elseworlds-Supermen week. We love ships and things, but this week is about the Superfamily. The characters can have their lovers, but their personal romantic dalliances shouldn't overtake the Soupeyfam dynamics (unless you're pulling a Cersei and Jaime, lmao, if that's the case, go wild).

Does this have a tag?

During release week, use the general “superfam” tag to share your work with the wider Superfam fandom on tunglr. You can use whatever other tags you fancy. The best way to share, however, is to directly @ me so that I may reblog it.

I didn’t read a damn thing before this, Ava.

TL;DR: Over three months until the fanweek!!! For all fanwork creators out there, now’s the time to start thinking about what prompts you want to utilize for your creations. There are no creative restrictions, but I do ask that you follow these posting tips:

All fanfiction should be under a read-more.  

Not-safe-for-tunglr fanwork should be LINKED to whatever landing site the content is being hosted on (Twitter, AO3, etc). This includes both fanfiction and fanart. I don’t want your blog getting flagged bc tunglr hates gay people.

Provide content warnings for all triggers, squicks, and sub-genres. Unfortunately, in my ten odd years away from DC Comics, the fandom's seen a resurgence in puritanical behavior and tons of censorship and self-censorship. Please list content warnings on your work but do not be discouraged in sharing your work. If a fancop gets on your ass, block them. Please block as MANY as you can. They're like pests, they're always gonna be there, but their influence can be diminished by staunch blocking and reporting.

You can participate as much as you want!! Maybe you only wanna create for one day? Cool! Maybe you’re an overachieving corporate clown insomniac like myself, and wanna create for every day of the week? Go for it!!! 

The most important thing is to have fun :)

Truth be told, this event is entirely selfish. I personally love to the horror genre, and would love to see the characters in the Superfamily get more canon content as seen through beloved horror tropes. Unfortunately, Status Quo often gets in the way, and the current fanworks are largely ambivalent to the Dreadful and Despairing. If you'd like to join me in creating deliciously dark fiction featuring our favorite DC clan, please do! I would love to read your 10k character study of Otho and Osul assimilating into human society after spending their formative years as slaves in Warworld.

We’re over three months away from release week, so take your time, look through the prompts, and get your creative juices flowing! I will be sending out reminders until the go-live date.

For the people who showed interest during the initial interest check, I hope you're able to participate. To the four people who hate me, your mom's a hoe. Thank you.

#superfam #superfam horror week #clark kent #superman #lois lane #jon kent #kon el #kong kenan #karen starr #natasha irons #dc comics #real talk #ava's ficcing adventures

[angelltheninth]

That is Not a Toy

Pairing: Clark Kent x Lois Lane

Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilingus, power use, hair-pulling, size difference, condom use, banter, teasing, vibrating tongue

Word count: 0.9k

Ao3

A/N: The power to vibrate ones tongue would be the best power ever.

"Lois..." She heard her name spoken against her pussy, spoken in a tone so low one might mistake it for prayer. This was how Clark was every time, worshiping her with his mouth and godly tongue.

Each lick against her clit was accompanied with the tiniest sigh from him.

Clark was a very fast learner. From the overly eager and sloppy licking, sucking and kissing Lois experienced the first time they had sex he had mastered her body fully. Knew each spot that made the fellow reporters toes curl and her voice quiver. He knew all of her weak spots.

"Enjoying yourself down there, Smallville?" Lois looked down over the top of her breasts and saw Clark's blue eyes looking back at her, with his goofy grin on his lips, her juices on his chin and her legs thrown over his broad, mountain-like shoulders.

"Of course. Thought you could tell. I know for a fact you are." His tongue returned to her briefly to taste her again, small hips bucking against his huge but gentle grip. This was the only time he loved using his superhuman strength against her.

Lois loved it when he did, she actually hoped he would do it more in the future. He was a man with more power than any being on the planet, maybe the universe, and he chose to use it here, in her bed. "I'd have a better time if you stopped teasing me."

"Teasing?" His eyebrows hid innocently into his ruffled ink hair, "These are serious accusations miss Lane." She shuddered as Clark dragged his wet lips against her thigh, then back down, skipping her pussy entirely and doing the same to her other leg, the cold puffs of breath making her shake, "Utterly baseless ones at that. And as a reporter it's my job to get the truth out of you."

God he was such a big goof! This wasn't even dirty talk but Clark was saying it all while in between her legs!

"Then put that mouth back to work." Lois loved to tell him what to do in moments like this, it made her feel as strong as him when she watched him bend to her will with such enthusiasm. Her head fell back against her pillow again, cute, hot moans leaving her when Clark's mouth was back where she needed it most.

His licks were slow and deliberate, his tongue changing the amount of pressure as it approached her clit. That nub of nerve endings was one of his favorite spots to tease. An impatient whine pushed past her lips at each light lick turned firmer. Clark's mouth turned upwards until he was full on grinning.

"Lois, you taste so good here." His mouth opened wider, eyes closing as he started to leave more broad stripes up and down her pussy, eventually settling on just her clit.

"Clark." Unable to hold back she grabbed onto his hair, knowing she won't hurt him. Then she felt it. It was a familiar enough sensation because of the toys she used. But this... this wasn't a toy. This was Clark vibrating his tongue against her clit faster than any vibrator ever could. "Oh my god! Clark!" She didn't care if the whole building heard her orgasm.

Clark focused on the noise, on the taste, on the feeling of Lois tugging him closer by his hair. It was all so hot, he didn't want to stop doing this ever.

"Enough, Clark, enough, ah, Cl-" He'd lost track of time, too enamored with Lois to realize she was starting to shake more then she should. He let go of her clit with a wet pop, his tongue perfectly still and face wonderfully wet, "Holy shit Smallville. How long have you had that trick up your sleeve?"

"Didn't. I learned I could do it just now." Those soft blue eyes would be her undoing. She could almost see herself reflected in them, her mouth parted, her hair all messy from rubbing it against the pillow, fuck he could probably still hear her heartbeat too.

Hands that could crush steel slowly eased her legs down her shoulders and reached down to dispose of the... oh. It broke. Again.

"Darn it! This one too?" Clark pouted as he picked up the remains of the condom, wincing at the mess he made under him. He didn't even notice the stickiness on his stomach until now. "Guess I'll need and even stronger one. I'm sorry Lois."

"For what?" She asked, her brain still playing catch up, "Oh, that. Clark it's not your fault that human condoms can't take it when you come." Lois licked her lips, drawing her strength from sheer horniness to sit up and lean towards Clark's abs, "Now I get to lick these clean."

"Lois, oh wow!" The abs flexed as soon as her tongue came into contact. True she couldn't vibrate it like he could but she'd gotten more than enough praise for her tongue skills. Clark sat back, legs open, his cock still semi hard and pushing against her hand. Too thick to hold. He panted above her, strong chest heaving, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped as her tongue licked off every stray drop of his cum. "Y-You didn't have to do that."

Lois peaked up at him, moving her tongue against him as if to map out every inch of his perfect abs. "I couldn't resist either." Her control was barely there to begin with, she wanted to ride him until the Sun rose up. "We really need to find some good condoms. One that can handle this thing."

A loud groan sounded from above her when she tightened her grip on his cock. "I... I'll try my best!" He always did.

#clois #my adventures with superman #maws #clark kent #superman #lois lane #superman fanfiction #clois fanfic

[thirstnotes]

| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Four - Jealous Clark |

pairings: Clark Kent x AFABPlusSizedBlackReader x a little bit of some Bruce Wayne

warnings: more rambling, more thirst, a little bit of awkward, sass, attempts at humor, typos, language, morally gray Clark, jealous Clark

If you don't like it, don't read it. But a quick second for those of you that have hung in there with me this far: I appreciate the love and comments. Seriously, I thought this was gonna be a simple and silly thank you fic for @ramp-it-up--dope writer btw, go check her out when you get the time--who answered my asks in perhaps the best way possible, but it's turned into a chaos series of rambling thoughts and awkward thirst and ngl it's really fun writing a problematic Clark with an equally problematic reader.

In short: I don't think I'm much of a writer, and I promise ya'll that's okay, but thank ya'll for reading and liking and reblogging my raggedy nonsense anyway

(Also I don't write nearly enough to tag people or to do a tag list, but I'll do it just this once bc I never got that kinda request before. Here you go, @glitterandgoldfinds 💖)

“I heard you and Y/N are dating?”

Clark smirked, dusting bagel crumbs off his shirt as he finished his breakfast. “Where’d you hear that?”

“I won’t even entertain the question.”

“Right. The award winning Lois Lane always has the story.”

There was a quiet pause on her end. It was a bit hard to discern as he tried to tune out the bustling sounds of the coffeehouse around him. From the sound of it, she was making coffee. He finally picked up on her laughter approaching the phone. “You should do my PR.”

“Busy, unfortunately. Gunning for your job, in fact.”

She laughed again. “I can tell. Anyway, Luke tells me you’re gonna try the cooking class too?”

“Yeah we are,” he said, now picking out an assorted mix of your favorite donuts. He heard a lower tone in the background and a light smack that had her giggling. He rolled his eyes.

“Oooh we? Sounds kinda serious,” she hummed, giving him an invitation to volunteer more information.

“No comment.”

He heard a male’s voice in the background again. Obviously Luke. It was too distorted to understand, but he was certain it was annoying.

“Hmm,” she purred, sounding like she was following up with a small sip, “Maybe I should pump Y/N for the details.”

She wasn’t joking. She was almost as relentless and nosy as you were to get the facts.

You could definitely hold your own, but he just didn’t need the headache.

He paid for the donuts with a light laugh. “We just got started, I wouldn’t call the reverend.”

“No, but it’s kinda a huge scoop. Maybe I should make this the next cover story,” she taunted saucily, making him laugh a little louder.

“Hilarious. You know, jealousy’s not a good look on you, Lo’,” he sassed back, checking the time. She snickered on the other end.

“Not jealous, just surprised. Y/N’s a pretty hard sell. How’d you land her?”

He left and casually held the door for an elderly couple, eyes on your building two stoplights down. “Just. Lucky, I guess.”

Lois hummed in agreement. “You do have a flair for luck that I’ll never understand.”

He laughed, dipping his head modestly and picking out a table to sit at in the outdoor dining area. You probably weren’t awake just yet, as evident by your phone going straight to voicemail, so he decided to give it 30 minutes or so. “I guess it’s a matter of perception.”

“Clark...Mmh…Clark…”

He paused. It was a whisper. Your fevered gasps that pierced his ears through all the clamoring of the waking city. It was a cry for him. Falling from your lips. It switched something on in him.

“Mmh…yes. Please…I deserve it,” you groaned through needy gasps. What the fuck were you doing to yourself that had you sounding like that?

A soft vibration accompanied you and his mind nearly shut off. You were thinking about him...while you were...Fuck.

“So anyway, see you in class?”

He blinked, his thoughts interrupted. Lois continued on the other end, completely oblivious to any of it. Something about Luke’s pictures or some shit. He didn’t really care. Which was truly a first. He took a small breath.

“Yeah. Sorry. Signal broke up,” he lied, trying to gather his thoughts, “Call you back.”

"Everything okay?" she asked, a little concerned at his detached tone.

He snapped out of it, eyes falling to the stoplight that changed to red.

He licked his dry lips. He did need to stop.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just almost to her place."

"Ooooh, I see. Well don't let me hold you up."

He could've told her "It's not like that, I'm just bringing breakfast"

He could've worked it around to say "Nah, I like the company."

Anything that came out of his lips next would've been another step closer to stealing her away from her mediocre boyfriend

But instead

He exhaled a low, breathy laugh. "Thanks. Later."

He barely registered hanging up. You'd finished quickly, the soft puffs of your breath fading from his senses just as quickly as they came. That was a sucker punch to his health. He wondered if he could wager just a peek. Just one. Through a few thin walls.

He could just imagine you there, muscles still tense, gradually relaxing, honey-soaked thighs sliding down your sheets, your panties ruined--provided you were wearing any. He took a deep breath. Granted you were his girlfriend--fake or no--you were his friend first.

No peeking. Not yet anyway.

Your shower kicked on and he nearly audibly groaned. You were making it really hard to be a gentleman.

Impossible.

He let his morals slip a little as his view of your apartment faded to the interior, eyes curiously peering into your world. He'd never been up there before. Your decorations revealed a bit more to him than he knew. Your awards and achievements were framed above your work area. He’d recognized a good portion of them. From Fresh New Journalist, to Journalist of the year—two years in a row, around which were framed pictures of you with all the members of your team at some point or another.

It made him smile a bit when he saw that you actually saved the picture of the you and him after losing the office paintball game, both of you splattered with yellow. A color you sarcastically quipped complimented his eyes. His chest pounded when he thought about how cute you were, dusting paint out of his hair, standing on your tiptoes. Jokingly reminding him that it was his fault your position was given away because he was so damn tall. It made him laugh. You always made him laugh.

Shit.

Had it always been you?

No, he’d known Lois far longer, and was in love all the way. But somewhere along the line, you’d sneaked in and hit him with your jokes, your wit, your smile… Dammit Y/N.

Almost as if summoned, you emerged from your bathroom, wrapped in a towel and his eyes darkened a bit, sliding along your curves in the terrycloth.

He could feel his face heating up a bit; this was wrong. He knew that. But he was too curious to stop now. A bead of water caught his attention--a stray drop from your soaked curls that framed your pretty face as you rifled through your drawer. it ran down your chest in a jagged pattern before disappearing into the darkness of your cleavage.

This was so wrong.

You looked so content. So...satisfied. He felt his body tense when you loosened your towel, ready to drop it for the cute floral lingerie you'd pulled out. He swallowed heavily, his eyes dropping just as the towel fell from your chest.

He couldn't. You weren't his. Not yet anyway

Call him a bit of a sentimental sap, but he didn't wanna spoil the surprise.

He ran a hand over his face, glancing at his phone, trying to figure out how to proceed.

So eventually

There he was

Like a soothsaying sex goblin, he was standing in front of your building with donuts

You suddenly felt a wave of panic wash over you

Like if "I LOOK A MESS" was a feeling

Which. As far as you knew, it was, but you'd never say something so cliche aloud.

Besides, as far as effortlessly sexy went that morning, you were ahead of the game

Also you were too lazy to change. Clark was unexpectedly intruding into your space. He was just gonna have to deal

If you were petty, you'd admit that it was a great excuse to show him the ass he was missing out on bc the lounge shorts clinging to you right then were practically screaming "Lemme sit on that face for an hour or two"

But you weren't petty

"Oh wow, is this what they call a full service boyfriend?" you joked with a grateful hum, your interest fully directed at the donuts he'd brought.

Unfortunately, you missed the absolute shameless way homeboy took in your scent

Like he was smelling his favorite pastry

He couldn't understand it

He didn't wanna try

All he knew was that a new fixation was forming and unlike Lois, you were already half his

The sweet smell of something cinnamon-y wafted from you. Body wash or lotion or something. His eyes followed you as you strolled into your kitchen, and set the box down. Your hair was still a little damp, pulled back into a curly bun. Cute.

“Something like that. I thought I’d drive you to class to make up for last night."

“Oh yeah,” you remembered with a laugh, “Drunk texts? What were you up to last night?”

“It was a hell of a night, believe me,” he said, making his way to your sofa, seeming to want to leave it at that. As badly as you wanted to pry, you let it go.

“Well anyway, we don’t have class today.”

“Oh. Well what do you wanna do today?”

You gave him a strange look. “What? Offering to hang out with your fake girlfriend for the day? What happened to Take No Prisoners I’ll Take Your Girl Clark Kent?”

“He’s off for the day,” he said, rolling his eyes. He did that a lot with you. You laughed, successfully working his nerves.

“Damn. I was hoping to ask him for some pointers,” you said, sarcastically snapping your fingers. He eyed you as you moved past to clean your mess.

Damn you hit different in pajama shorts.

Focus, Clark. His eyes flickered to the television. Rather to the assorted bouquet on your television stand. It was rather extravagant, the stems and petals covering the edge of the screen obnoxiously. A gold card was in a black holder sticking out from it and he was curious about the sender.

“Pointers about?”

“I have an interview/dinner date with with Bruce Tall-Dark-and-Broody Wayne tonight and truth be known, my man’s kinda hot.”

If you only knew how broody he was, he thought to himself, feeling a familiar bit of nagging jealousy tugging at him. “He send the bouquet?”

“Yeah. Aren’t they gorgeous? Somehow he found out about my favorite flowers. The man’s mafia, I’m certain of it,” you joked, completely missing the pointed stare he was giving your flowers.

What do you know? Suddenly got an opening in my schedule

How about dinner, 8:00 at La Mercerie?

It paid to have X-ray vision.

In this case, though, it left a bad taste in his mouth. You were going out on a date with Bruce Wayne. What the shit?

“What's the story?” he asked patiently, his eyes plastered on the tv now, not registering a single bit of what was showing onscreen.

“The 30th annual Wayne Concert Commemoration? It’s one of the other stories that I got bumped to cover since you scooped me on the whole Nightwing thing, remember?” you said, feigning a bitter tone that made him smile again.

“All that salt’s gonna raise your blood pressure.”

You looked pleasantly surprised at the clap back, whirling to face him with your hand—and a soapy spatula—on your hips. So fuckin cute. “Okay. Farmboy’s got jokes. I gotchu next time, though. This story’s gonna be great.”

“I dunno. A concert story doesn’t sound too exciting,” he continued, a small smirk twitching at his lips. In truth, his emotions were swirling. If he didn’t joke, he might’ve actually have tried to convince you not to go.

“I’ll think of something. So watch your ass Kent.”

"I will," he resigned with a small smirk.

He’d much rather watch yours, to be honest, admiring the light way it jiggled when you shifted your weight to your other leg, your focus back on the dishes.

Fuckin focus, Clark.

Bruce Wayne was dangerous. In more ways than one. The Dark Knight persona was, of course, but somehow Bruce himself was even more dangerous. Bruce Wayne was a handsome billionaire. A playboy. Plus, for all the good he’d done, he was still a marked man with a hell of a lot of enemies. Enemies that would hurt you to get to him. Even if you were just a fling.

Which you weren’t gonna be. Were you? One of his knuckles popped. How long had his fists been clenched? His mouth went a bit dry again.

“Do you have something to drink?” he asked suddenly and you looked at him blankly. What were you thinking about? He’d obviously snapped you out of some deep thought. You always had that look when someone interrupted your train of thought at work. You were also usually kind of grouchy when that happened, but you just gave him a lopsided smile. Which somehow made it worse. Your good mood was beginning to bug him.

“Oh! Yeah! Sorry. Help yourself,” you said, nodding to the fridge. He tentatively did as he was told, spotting some sodas in the door and deciding to grab one. He needed a drink. Ideally one with a sting stronger than a Dr. pepper, but he’d just have to take the L. It wasn’t like he could get drunk anyway.

“I was just thinking,” you said, drying your hands on your towel.

Oh fuckin finally

He needed wanted to know what was swimming through that devious mind of yours

“We can go wander around the park a bit if you want. It’s right next to the shopping center, so I can pick up a cute outfit while I’m there. You know, multitask.”

“Works for me,” he said, pretending the soda is what gave him such a stale tone.

“Sweet, lemme go get dressed,” you said with a pleasant smile. He couldn’t lie, the sudden image of you slipping out of those clothes did flash across his mind multiple times that morning, and he wanted nothing more than to tell you to forget Wayne and stay in all night with your boyfriend.

Which he wasn’t

Not for real

But he was most certainly on your mind

He knew that much

It wasn't Bruce's name coming from your mouth

Yet...

(Part 5)

(Part 3)

#thirstnotes #clark kent x black reader #clark kent x reader #clark kent x black curvy reader #dc comics #reader insert #clark x reader #fanfic #imagine #dc imagine

[that-sokovian-bastard]

Next of Kin - Bruce Wayne x (f)Pennyworth!Reader

Words: 8419 Pairing: Bruce Wayne x (f)Pennyworth!Reader Featuring: Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, random nurses and doctors Warnings: Hospital, hurt, mentions explosions, Gotham Flood, mentions gunshot, swearing, panic attack, yelling, implied smut Rated T for content and swearing. (Nothing is graphic, but there’s a lot of discussion.) Summary: You moved to Metropolis many years ago for school. Now, after graduating and having a successful career, you’re surprised to get a phone call from someone from your past. When you find out it’s about your dad, it’s time to go back to Gotham. Author’s Note: This takes place at the end of The Batman 2022. Alfred is your dad and you’re a year-ish younger than Bruce. This deals with the aftermath of the flood, and since we don’t see much of it in the movie, I had to make up my own explanations; like being transported on rafts. Also, I know Lois and Clark are not in The Batman, but I have them here and I like having them be a part of the story :)

Additional tags: Slow burn, identity reveal, texting

Bruce / Full Masterlist

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Bruce watched from outside the room. Alfred was asleep and hooked up to a few machines with a nurse and doctor in the room. A few minutes passed of Bruce silently watching before the doctor came out to talk to him.

She explained that they sedated him to help with his pain, and he would hopefully wake up in a few hours. Finally, she asked, “Is there anyone else we should notify? Next of kin?”

Bruce almost said no, not wanting to have to make the call. But he quickly got over it and said, “I’ll call his daughter.” The doctor nodded at his response and left Bruce alone. He wasn’t sure if she said anything else; he was stuck in his head now about having to call you. Bruce looked at Alfred again, seeing the nurse mess with a few things in his room.

Finally, he took a deep breath and turned to find a seat not too far away from Alfred’s room. Bruce scrolled through his contacts, scrolling quickly to your name and trying his hardest not to hesitate. He had no reason to be nervous, right?

Before he could talk himself out of calling you, he pressed the call button. It only rang for a few seconds before it was answered.

“Hello?” A woman said, but it wasn’t you.

“Uh,” Bruce started. “Who is this?”

The woman paused for a second. “You’re the one who called this phone. Shouldn’t you know who it is?”

Bruce was taken aback by the sudden bluntness. “I know who I called, but your voice isn’t hers,” He said, then asked where you were.

“Ah, she’s in a meeting. Left her phone with me.”

That cleared up almost nothing for Bruce.

“Why did you answer then?” He asked.

He heard a little background noise, which made sense for where you work. “I wasn’t going to, but then I saw that the contact said answer! So I did. Can I take a message?” She asked. He was worried; why were you still at work? It’s late. Who schedules a meeting this late?

“Just tell her Bruce called. It’s urgent,” He said, being blunt like the woman who answered your phone was.

“I will let her know once she’s out of her meeting, Bruce.” The woman said.

“Thanks,” Bruce finished and hung up before the woman could say another word. Looking at your contact photo for only another second, he shoved his phone back into his pocket and walked back to look at Alfred again. One more look before he got back to work.

However, on the other side of that phone call was a pair of reporters confused about the mysterious phone call. “So, the person behind the answer!, money emoji, and black heart emoji is named Bruce?” Clark asked Lois. “What else did he say?”

Lois set your phone down on your desk and turned back to Clark. “Not much. He was confused why she didn’t answer her phone, and he said it was an urgent matter,” Lois said. “Also, who the hell puts contacts in as emojis and a reminder to answer? Are all of her contacts that cryptic?” Lois asked.

Clark laughed at how distraught Lois was over how you had Bruce in as the contact. “Let’s find out,” Clark said, pulled his phone out, and called you. They were both disappointed when his call came up as merely Clark Kent.

“Okay, so either he’s an old friend, and she put his contact when they were in middle school, or it’s intentionally cryptic,” Lois deduced.

“Does it really matter?” Clark asked.

“Yes!” She demanded. “A mysterious man who doesn’t even have a normal contact name calls her, is upset when he doesn’t recognize her voice, then says something is urgent? Plus, calling late at night?” Lois asked. “Is he an informant for stories? Or could he be a secret boyfriend?” She continued. “The possibilities are endless, really, Smallville.”

Clark shook his head and moved to sit back in his chair. “Maybe we should just ask her when the meeting’s over.”

“You’re no fun,” Lois said but gave in and went back to her computer.

A painful ten minutes later, you walked out of the meeting room and back to your desk next to Clark and Lois. When they realized you were done, they stared at you as you walked across the Daily Planet’s floor. It was almost empty, being later than anyone would like to be at work. But work’s work, and you had to talk to Perry about what you were working on since it was being published soon. “What’s that look for, guys?” You asked them.

“Who’s Bruce?” Lois asked, not giving any time for you to sit down.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Bruce who?”

“I don’t know; that’s why I’m asking you!” Lois exploded. “He called, and I answered. His contact came up as answer! Followed by a money emoji and a black heart emoji. What does that even mean?”

It took a minute for you to register what Lois said. “Wait, he really called?” You set everything down and picked up your phone, scrolling to the recently called to see that he really did.

“Yeah, and he was mad when you didn’t answer. Who is he?” Lois egged on.

“He’s an old friend from before I moved here,” You quickly explained, eyes fixated on his contact name in the recent calls. “What did he say?”

Lois shrugged, looking at Clark with raised brows. This was obviously a surprise to you, and they were still trying to figure out how to react. “All he said was that it was urgent,” She finished.

“I’ve gotta call him back,” You said, and before they could say anything else, you ran out of the room to the elevators.

Ringing, ringing, ringing. Bruce really called you, huh? Sure, you guys were good friends growing up, but you hadn’t talked to him since you left for college many years ago.

On the fifth ring, Bruce answered by saying your name. “Hey, Bruce,” You replied. “Sorry about earlier; I was in a meeting. And I apologize for Lois answering. What was urgent?”

Bruce decided not to ask why you were still at work but let the question hang for a moment. “Your dad is in the hospital.”

If you didn’t have such a death grip on your phone in anticipation of talking to Bruce, you would have dropped and broken your phone at those six words. “W-what?” You barely asked.

“There was an explosion. Two hours ago. I don’t know if you’ve been seeing what’s going on here, but…” Bruce trailed off. “It was intended for me. Alfred opened the letter before I got home, and it exploded. He’s okay right now, but they had to sedate him. I needed to tell you.”

“He’s at the hospital right now?” You asked; the elevator dinged, and you got off at the lobby.

“Yes.”

“Are you there?”

“No. I got called to business,” Bruce said. “But he’s asleep right now.”

Bruce waited through your silence, letting you comprehend everything. “I’ll be there in three hours,” You said, turning right back around and getting back in the elevator.

“I don’t think that’s wise, I’m sorry,” Bruce said. “It’s not safe right now. There’s a serial killer still running around, and I was supposed to be his next victim. They’re worried he could take another shot at me. It won’t be safe,” Bruce tried his hardest to convince you not to come to Gotham. He wasn’t lying; it wasn’t safe. You just don’t know the extent that he’s involved.

“I don’t care,” You said. “It’s my dad, Bruce. I need to be there,” You told him.

He sighed, easily folding. “Okay. Call me when you get here,” He told you.

“I will. See you in three-ish hours,” You said. You both said goodbye, then ended the call. Just in time, the elevator dinged again, and you walked back into the newsroom floor. Heading right for your desk, you started to shove everything into your bag and throw your jacket on.

“Woah, what happened?” Clark asked, directing Lois’ attention to you, too.

You shook your head, holding back tears and worry. “I’m going to Gotham. Right now.”

“Gotham?” Lois asked. “Why would you want to do that?”

“Bruce just told me my dad’s in the hospital. There was an explosion.” You didn’t explain any further.

Clark and Lois exchanged a worried look. “An explosion?” Clark asked. “I haven’t seen any news about an explosion. Well, besides the one at Wayne Tower-” He said, and you made a noise, almost a laugh, that confirmed his thought. “Oh?”

“Yeah, the Bruce that called is Bruce Wayne, and my dad is his butler. Apparently, someone tried to kill Bruce. My dad opened his letter and got hurt,” You spit out, talking faster than either of them could comprehend. “So I’m going to Gotham to be with my dad.”

“Well, let us know if you need anything. If you want us to come, we’ll be there,” Lois offered a sympathetic smile. “And once your dad is better and you’re back, I’m going to need all the details about Mr. Money and Black Heart Emoji,” She winked.

You appreciated her humor, and it did make you smile a little. It might have been only for a second, but it was nice.

After you left the Daily Planet, Lois turned to Clark with an evil smile on her face. “So, she’s friends with Bruce Wayne. How didn’t we know that?” Lois said.

Clark shook his head in disappointment. “Wow, I can’t believe she had a life before meeting us,” Clark said dramatically.

“I know!” Lois echoed.

—

Bruce didn’t answer when you got into town. You didn’t think much of it, it was late when he called earlier, and now it’s even later. He probably went to bed.

You drove straight to Gotham Hospital to see if you could see your dad. It was the middle of the night, but hopefully Bruce told them you were coming so you could still see him. It was easy enough to park your car and rush inside, explaining the situation to the nurse. She wasn’t supposed to let you see him, but if you didn’t say anything, she’d let you go back. Obviously, you agreed, and she directed you to your dad’s room.

Down the hall, you looked at different room numbers until you found the right one. Once you did, you bolted into the room and next to your dad. You called for him a few times, but he didn’t respond. Still asleep. Machines beeped around the room, but he seemed okay. As okay as a man with explosion burns and sedation can be, but okay. Once you sat on the chair next to him, you checked your phone to see a missed call from Bruce and a text.

Answer! 💵🖤: Did you make it to Gotham? You: Yes. Just got to the hospital, in my dad’s room. He’s still asleep. Answer! 💵🖤: I’ll be there soon.

You didn’t respond again, but you did think that maybe you should change his contact name. You kept it secret so in case anyone saw your phone, no one would know that it was the Bruce Wayne, but it was a little over-dramatic. Oh well, that didn’t matter right now. You put your phone back in your pocket and just watched your dad, making sure his breathing was okay, and the machines were in order.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there with a blank mind, but you came out of it when the door opened, and Bruce walked in. “Hey,” He said.

“Hey,” You replied, looking away from Alfred for the first time since you put your phone away.

“He’s still out?” He asked.

You didn’t say anything, just nodded, then looked back to your dad. Bruce moved the other chair that was in a corner of the room and sat it next to you. “How was the drive?” Bruce asked.

“I blacked out for most of it, so I guess it was okay,” You told him. You knew Bruce was trying to make small conversation to ease your anxiety about your dad, but you weren’t sure any of it would help.

You saw Bruce nod out of the corner of your eye, still not taking your eyes off Alfred. “How’s work? I noticed you were there late tonight.”

You shrugged. “I like it. And being there late is sometimes how it goes. I’m working on an important story about to be published, and we had to have a last-minute meeting. My friends were waiting for me because we were going to get drinks, but then I came here,” You said.

“The one that answered your phone was interesting,” Bruce said. He was also staring at Alfred, trying his hardest not to make it awkward. But how do you not have awkwardness when you haven’t seen each other in seven years? Sure, you guys exchanged happy birthdays through texts, but Bruce had been traveling up until two years ago, and he’s always busy with work, so you guys were out of touch. Even for holidays you didn’t come back to Gotham, your dad usually came to Metropolis, or you met on vacations.

You stifled a laugh as you thought about how Lois could be. “Yeah, Lois can be a bit intimidating. I think she was more so to you because of the cryptic contact name I have for you.”

“Cryptic?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah, remember, I put you in as not your name before I left in case anyone saw it or stole my phone. I didn’t want your number exposed,” You said.

Again, Bruce nodded. “Right, forgot about that. Do you balance out her intimidating people?” He asked, trying to keep the conversation light and not about what happened to Alfred.

“No, I’m the middle. Clark is the pushover,” You said.

“Clark?”

“Yeah, he’s a farm boy from Kansas. Real soft-spoken but a sweet guy. He balances out Lois,” You flashed a small smile. “The three of us work as a team a lot, plus a photographer. It’s a good team.”

Bruce finally looked away from Alfred to look at you, who was still looking at Alfred. “Well, I’m glad Metropolis has been good to you.”

“It has. I do miss being with dad and hanging out with you, though,” You said. Just as you finished that thought, you noticed your dad’s eyes move, and his body shift. Bruce’s head snapped back over to Alfred once he realized he was waking up.

Alfred’s eyes opened slowly, and you were smiling. When he realized it was you sitting in front of him, a smile grew on his face, too. “Am I dreaming?” He croaked out.

“No, dad, I’m here,” You said.

Alfred relaxed in his smile, then shifted his eyes to Bruce next to you. His smile grew upon seeing that Bruce was there, too. His two favorite people in the world were waiting for him.

Bruce’s expression hadn’t changed since he walked in. “I need to talk with you,” Bruce said.

“He just woke up, Bruce; give him a few minutes,” You tried to stop him.

Weakly, Alfred shook his head. “It’s fine. What do we need to discuss?”

Bruce turned to you again. “Do you mind letting me speak with your dad privately for a few minutes?” He asked.

You shot him a small glare, then stood up. “Fine, but only a few minutes.” You told your dad you’d be right back, then left the room and shut the door. You stood outside but couldn’t hear anything since they were talking quietly. You watched your dad’s smile fade and decided you couldn’t watch anymore and pulled out your phone again. You had a few missed texts from Clark and Lois, so you thought it was best to respond to them.

Lois: Let us know when you make it to Gotham Clark: Safely, please! Lois: You should live life on the edge sometimes, Smallville. Clark: Gotham is a lot different than Metropolis. I just want her to be safe. You: I made it safely a little while ago. I’m at the hospital with my dad and Bruce. Lois: Good!

You felt your phone buzz a few more times, but you had already lost focus and abandoned texting. The conversation between your dad and Bruce looked strange. Alfred looked upset at one point, then went back to being calm, and Bruce’s composure never seemed to change. After a few minutes of just watching them, your dad slowly raised his hand and called you in.

Sitting back in the chair, he reached for both yours and Bruce’s hands. “You two are so important to me; you know that,” Your dad said. You thought he would continue, but Bruce caught his attention when he looked out the window, and his eyes followed. There was a weird light in the sky, something you had never seen before. “You should go,” Alfred said, directed at Bruce.

“Right,” Bruce said, slowly let go of Alfred’s hand and stood up. He looked at you once more before leaving. “Call me if anything changes. I have some more work I have to do,” He explained. You nodded, and Bruce left.

Alfred looked back at you, smiling again. “Dad,” You started. “What is that?” You pointed at the window, the weird bat-shaped light.

“It’s the bat-signal, I think it’s called. It tells the Batman he’s needed,” He explained.

“The bat-signal? The who?” You asked again.

Alfred ticked his tongue. “That’s right; you don’t know about him. There’s a man protecting Gotham, working with the police, who wears a bat-shaped suit. I don’t know how the general public feels about him, the Batman,” Alfred elaborated. “Kind of like Superman, but I don’t believe Batman has any superpowers—just a funny suit,” He said. “The Riddler has been leaving notes for him. That’s how I knew there was an explosive. Inside the envelope was a fireproof bag with to the Batman written on the front.”

“Oh, so-” You went to ask another question, but you were cut off by a nurse coming in.

“I’m glad to see you awake, Mr. Pennyworth. How are you feeling?” She asked, and your dad started answering her questions as she marked things down. You let her do her job, just sitting in your chair and waiting. Again, you were distracted by your phone buzzing.

Lois: Good! Clark: Everything going well? Lois: Did you throw your phone out of the window right after you sent that text? Clark: I’m sure she’s just with her dad, she’ll respond when she can. You: Yes, sorry, I was talking to dad. You: Also did you guys know there's a superman opposite in Gotham? Lois: what is that supposed to mean? You: There’s a man who dresses up as a bat to protect Gotham. But he doesn't have any superpowers and people don't like him. Clark: I’ve heard of him, but I've heard it’s a myth. You: he's not a myth, there was something addressed “to the batman” when my dad opened the exploding letter, so… Lois: Bruce Wayne AND a batman? Wow, you have so much to tell us. Lois: also, how’s your dad? You: he’ll be okay and that's all I care about Lois: and Mr. 💵🖤?

As you read that text, you snapped back to reality as the nurse was speaking to you. “I’m sorry, Miss Pennyworth, but we need to run some tests on your dad, and visitors were supposed to leave a while ago,” The nurse said. “You can return in the morning,” She smiled.

“Oh, okay, just let me say goodbye, and I’ll head out,” You said, sending two more texts to your group chat to keep them satisfied.

You: That’s always a loaded question. You: Brb, the hospital is kicking me out and I gotta say bye to him

The nurse typed some more things on her computer while you said goodbye. “Call me if anything changes, dad,” You told him.

“You worry too much,” He smiled, “But I will. Get a good night’s rest. I’m sure you’re tired after your drive,” He said.

“I will, but, uh-”

“Go to the Tower. Your room is still yours,” He answered your question before you could even ask it. “I’ll be okay.”

You nodded, squeezing his hand once more. “Okay, I’ll be back here bright and early,” You promised. One more goodbye and you gathered your bag and coat and exited the room, then the hospital. Before making the drive to Wayne Tower, you checked your phone again and responded to a few more texts.

Clark: do you have a place to stay? You: Yeah, my dad said my room at wayne tower is still mine so I'm just going there. Lois: Your room at Wayne Tower???? Girl, why have you not done an exclusive on Bruce Wayne? Clark: I assume because of her journalistic integrity, Lois Lois: Lame.

Shaking your head at Lois’ last text, you set the phone down and focused on the road. You were worried about going to the Tower and seeing the aftermath of the explosion, but it seemed mostly cleaned up. You used the key that was still on your keyring to get into the residential entrance and head upstairs. You frightened Dory for only a second before she realized it was just you, and you explained why you were there, even if she put it all together.

She bid you goodnight as you walked to your room, and she went back to her place on the couch, anxious out of her mind. But you couldn’t worry about that now; you were exhausted.

—

As soon as the hospital allowed visitors, you were there. You’d been at your dad’s beside all day, save for bathroom breaks and when you went to the cafeteria for food. The doctor assured the both of you that he would make a full recovery, and it’s a good thing he realized it was an explosive and threw it to the other side of the room. If he had been holding it when it went off, things could have been much worse.

Throughout the day, your dad told you what had been going on in Gotham for the last week. You had heard a few things here and there about important people murdered, but that wasn’t your story to cover, and you had been so busy you never got to do your own research. Hearing it from your dad was a bit worrying, especially when he told you why Riddler wanted Bruce dead. Hopefully they’ll both be safe, and the police will catch Riddler soon.

That hope was quickly answered, as later that night, Riddler was caught after shooting Carmine Falcone.

Now, it was almost time for the hospital to close visiting hours, but you convinced the nurse to kick you out last so you could watch the new mayor’s speech. She allowed it, warning you that she could only give you maybe an hour. You thanked her and turned up the volume on the shitty hospital TV. News anchors talked as they waited for Bella Reál to give her electoral speech.

The anchors left the screen as the cameras changed to a live view of Gotham Square Garden, and people celebrated. Just as she was about to start her speech, both you and your dad jumped at the loud, strange noises outside.

“Was that an explosion?” He asked.

You stood up and walked over to the window, only to be met with a few subsequent explosions in the distance. “Holy shit!” You shouted and backed away from the window. At the same time, the celebrations on the TV were gone as “BREAKING NEWS” flashed on the screen, and the anchors returned. They started talking about explosions causing the dam wall to lose its integrity and water is coming into the city. They warn everyone to stay inside if they are, and if you’re outside, to get inside. Many people headed to Gotham Square Garden because so many people were already nearby or the water forced them there.

You pulled your phone out and called Bruce. You had no idea where he was, and you were muttering to yourself, hoping he was at Wayne Tower. But he didn’t answer, and that didn’t ease your worry in the slightest.

“Sweetheart,” Alfred caught your attention. “He’s okay, I promise,” He said. “Trust me.”

“How do you know?” You asked while calling Bruce again.

Alfred sighed. “I just do. He said he was…going to bed early tonight. He sent me a message.”

“So he’s at the Tower?”

“Yes, I believe so. He’s okay,” Your dad assured you. You didn’t stop trying to call Bruce; you needed confirmation. The news reports played behind you, now reporting from inside Gotham Square Garden. People piled in, water quickly surrounding them. Suddenly, Bella Reál was shot: some kind of Riddler followers were there, prepared, ready to take people out. You and your dad watched silently, your phone still dialing Bruce, and the Batman showed up.

You gave up on calling Bruce, but that did not stop you from freaking out. Why isn’t he answering? By now, the number of times you’ve called him, he should’ve woken up and answered. But now you’re worried he’s hurt, too.

“Honey, please just trust me. Bruce is okay,” Alfred tried to promise you. “Take a deep breath and relax with me. It will be all right,” He held his hand out for you to walk back to his side. You slowly took your dad’s hand and sat back in your chair. He watched you take slow, deep breaths like he guided and hoped you would actually relax. How Alfred wished he could tell you why he was so certain Bruce was okay…

Solely for your dad’s sanity, you pretended to fully trust him that Bruce is okay. Inside you may be freaking out, but on the outside, you showed that you were calming down.

For now, the two of you sat in silence, watching the chaotic news report that cut out every few minutes. There was no way you were leaving the hospital now, not until everything calmed down and you could possibly even think about how to get back to Wayne Tower, let alone back to Metropolis. So, with nurses running around the hallways, probably preparing for patients from Gotham Square Garden and others hurt by the flood.

As you sat with your dad, you weren’t sure what to say. You wanted to call Bruce again, but had to hold back. You jumped when you felt your phone buzz, hoping it was finally an update from Bruce. Instead, it was just your friends.

Lois: Just saw what happened in Gotham. Are you ok?? Clark: What did I miss? Lois: A bunch of cars exploded and the city is flooding Clark: What??? You: I’m okay. I’m at the hospital with my dad, visiting hours almost finished but now I’m stuck here until it’s safer to leave. Clark: When do we think that is? You: Not sure. Lots of people are stuck in GSG and the new mayor was shot. Batman is there but the live feed keeps cutting out, so not entirely sure what’s going on. You: Also I’m pretending to not freak out because my dad keeps telling me he’s okay but I’ve called Bruce 20 times and he hasn’t answered. I’m so worried he got caught in the flood and got hurt. Lois: I hope he’s okay and just not seeing your calls. I’m so glad you and your dad are safe. Clark: Me too. Don’t leave the hospital if you can’t get back to Wayne Tower safely. You: I know. But I also can’t wait to get there to see if Bruce really is just sleeping and fine.

The conversation died off, both of your friends offering their support. Now with them updated, there was only one person you needed to hear from.

A few hours later, after barely speaking and your dad falling in and out of sleep, his doctor came into the room. “I don’t want to do this to you and your father, Miss Pennyworth, but with how quickly your father is recovering, we are going to discharge him in the morning,” She told you.

“Discharge him? How are we supposed to get back home with the city underwater?” You asked.

“I have received reports that there will be people, the police, helping transport from the hospital to their homes, so no one else gets hurt. Truthfully, your dad just needs rest and to stay on top of his medicines, and he will make a full recovery. I’m sure he will be happy to be back in his own bed to do so,” She tried to make this situation sound as appealing as possible, but you knew the real reason he was being discharged:

Your dad is in recovery, not active treatment. They’ve run tests and received no damaging results, luckily. But with the city flooding, many more people were hurt and needed active attention; you’re sure they just want the room for other patients. It made sense, but it didn’t make you any less worried about your dad and his condition.

“We will continue to monitor him throughout the night, and if nothing changes, he will be discharged in the morning, and GCPD and volunteers will ensure your safe return home. I am fully confident that Mr. Pennyworth will only prove to get better, granted he takes it easy and takes his medicine,” The doctor continued.

“I understand. I’m not going anywhere, so I’ll see you if anything changes or he’s being discharged,” You told her, and she offered a sympathetic smile and a goodnight before walking to another patient’s room.

Great.

You: lol hospital is kicking my dad out because they need room for flood patients. Clark: Is your dad well enough to leave? You: I guess we’ll find out. The doctor seemed confident that he’s got a perfect recovery but I’m still worried. Lois: How the hell are you getting back to Wayne Tower? The city is underwater! You: Not sure, but the doctor said something about GCPD and volunteers helping people to their homes. Lois: Wow. We’ve got you guys in our thoughts!

You didn’t realize it, but “the morning” is only a few more hours away. This night has already felt like an eternity, waiting for any update on the situation, your dad’s health, and still not hearing from Bruce.

Before you knew it, you were being woken up by your dad shaking your shoulder. “What are you doing out of bed?” You asked him when you realized he was standing.

“We’re leaving,” He said.

“It’s not morning yet?” You said, but it came out as a question.

Alfred looked to the window. “It is. The doctor came in and updated me on what she told you earlier, gave me my medicine, and I signed the discharge papers. A nurse also just came and said the people are ready for us to help us get home,” He explained and grabbed your hand to get you out of the chair.

“You already signed the papers? I haven’t even talked to the doctor!” You tried to object this entire situation.

“Honey,” Your dad started, “I talked to her. She says I will recover fine, and I believe her. Plus, I’m sure they need the room for more urgent matters,” He said, starting toward the door with his hand holding yours.

There was no point in arguing with him; what’s done is already done. This also meant that you finally got to find out if Bruce is okay, like your dad keeps demanding.

Outside, there were people wearing brightly colored vests to direct attention. Depending on where in the city you were, there were different water levels. But, for total safety, some kind of rafts were used for the hospital area since the inner part of the city was very much so underwater.

“Where to?” The man asked your dad.

Alfred told him the address. “It’s the Wayne Tower. I’m the butler,” He quickly explained.

The man nodded and reiterated the information to another man and that man to another man. It seemed like most people were headed to the outer city, away from the major flooding, but Wayne Tower was surrounded by water-filled streets, so it caused for more danger and worry about transporting.

“I’ll take them,” A deep voice offered. “Keep taking others to the outer city. I can get them to Wayne Tower safely,” The fucking Batman assured you, your father, and GCPD.

Just a few days ago, you didn’t even know this man existed, and now he was going to escort you to Wayne Tower?

However, no one objected, and instead, you and your dad were helped into the raft. The transport to the Tower was silent as you watched the quiet city, you tried to not let your anxiety build as you got closer to the Tower. You were hoping that Bruce was just asleep (for multiple days?), but what if he wasn’t? What then?

“The main entrance is blocked by the water, so I will help you in through a window,” Batman said as the raft approached Wayne Tower. If by a stroke of luck, the window you and your dad were going to enter was the hallway where the bedrooms are. Once Batman got the window easily open, he helped your dad inside first, then you. When your feet touched the floor, you ran down the hallway to Bruce’s room and threw the door open.

“Dad, he’s not here!” You said, panicked.

Alfred shook his head. “Perhaps he is downstairs?”

“He hasn’t responded to me in days, something’s wrong,” You ignored his idea and walked back to the window, making close eye contact with Batman. “I know you’re busy, but please, I need to know that Bruce Wayne is okay and safe.”

“He is.”

“How do you know?” You asked, your voice getting louder, worrying that he was lying. How would Batman know?

Batman turned his head to the side. “Miss Pennyworth, I just need you to trust me; he’s okay and safe,” Batman said.

You groaned loudly and threw your hands in the air, clearly frustrated. “How am I supposed to trust you? I don’t know you! How do you know Bruce is okay? He’s not here, but he doesn’t leave the Tower! Ever!” You shouted. “Where would he be? If he left, I’m worried he got caught in the flood!”

“Darling,” Your dad caught your attention. “I’m sure Batman has many important things to do-”

“Yeah! Like find a missing person!” You said. Slowly, Alfred walked closer to you and grabbed your arm, but you didn’t let him get in a word. You tried to walk toward the window again, but your dad had a tough grip on your arm to hold you back. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, but it didn’t work. “I haven’t heard from him in over a day, not even a text! I need you to find him, I need him to be okay!”

Batman’s masked face stayed the same blank expression. “He is okay.”

“Stop telling me that!” You shouted, this time almost breaking away from your dad’s grip, but he was still holding you. “You continuing to insist it only makes me believe the opposite!”

Your dad tried calming you down, putting his other hand on your other arm and turning you to look at him, but you wouldn’t hear it. Finally, Batman said your first name, loud enough to stop your rampage. It shocked you to hear him say your name, which helped in silencing you. Your head turned to the window when he said your name, and you watched when he entered the Tower, shut the window behind himself, and then shut the curtains.

Slowly, Batman looked down, and his hands went up to his face. He grabbed the edge of his mask and lifted it off, you staring in awe. Once the mask was almost fully off, he looked up at you. “I promise, I’m okay,” He—Bruce—said. “Just really busy.”

Your shoulders relaxed, and your dad let go. “Oh,” was all you could croak out.

“Sorry I didn’t answer. I left my phone here,” He said. “I didn’t know you were so worried.”

“Well, yeah!” You expressed, a big sigh following. “I want to say this makes a lot of sense, but I’m gonna need some time to process.”

Bruce cracked the smallest smile and looked to Alfred, who gave him one nod in response. “Okay, you process. I’m going to go help some more people. I will definitely be back tonight, and we can talk about whatever you want,” He said.

“Just be safe,” You advised, and Bruce nodded and exited through the window again after putting his mask back on. Once he was far enough away, you turned around quickly. “He’s Batman?” You asked your dad, voice slightly raised. Again, Alfred only nodded. “If you had told me that, it would have saved me a lot of worrying!”

This time, your dad laughed. “I don’t know about that. I think you would have only worried more.”

You rolled your eyes, not giving him the satisfaction of telling him he was right. After you got him into bed and filled up some water, you felt you could finally relax for the first time since arriving in Gotham. Though, you would be checking on your dad every few hours to make sure everything was okay.

Sitting down on your bed, you checked your phone again.

Clark: Please keep us updated, we’ve been worrying sick about you guys Lois: Yes, please do! You: Dad and I made it back to Wayne Tower. The Batman actually escorted us. Lois: WHAT Clark: So he’s really not a myth then? You: Nah, not a myth. Just kinda weird. Lois: Huh, a man in a bat suit with no superpowers is kinda weird? Never would’ve guessed. Lois: How’s 💵🖤? You: He’s fine, he lost his phone. Lois: Oh, good. Glad he’s okay! Clark: Also, you need to call Perry. We told him your current situation, and he wants you to do a story on your first-hand experience since everyone else is just reporting from afar. You: I hope he likes my review of Gotham Hospital’s food.

—

You called Perry shortly after Clark told you to, and you apologized to him that you weren’t sure when you’d be able to get back to Metropolis because of the flood. He had to understand because there was nothing you could do until there was a safe way out of Gotham. However, he was going to use this opportunity of having one of his reporters literally in the middle of the mess going on in Gotham.

You told him you’d write an article, but it would be focused on the flood. You weren’t comfortable discussing the Riddler’s victims, especially since you didn’t get to Gotham until that was already passed. He was fine with that, mostly worried about getting flood coverage, which you would do.

Between checking on your dad every few hours and trying to write this article, time passed faster than you realized. Before you knew it, the sun was set, and you were starving. Luckily, the kitchen is always stocked, so you could make something for you and your dad to eat, even if he didn’t have much of an appetite.

He ate in bed, and you stayed in the kitchen to eat for easier cleanup. As you scrolled through your phone, replying to Lois and Clark’s random, much less worried, texts, you jumped when you saw Bruce out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh, hey, you scared me,” You watched him approach where you were sitting.

“Didn’t mean to, sorry,” Bruce apologized. “How’s Alfred?”

You shrugged. “He’s resting. I gave him dinner, but I don’t think he’ll eat much of it,” You explained. “Speaking of, I made enough for you; it’s over on the counter,” You gestured toward it. “I figured you’d be hungry after such a long day.”

“I’m not so sure,” Bruce sighed, and instead of going to get the food, he sat across from you. “It’s bad out there.”

“I don’t doubt that, unfortunately. Gotham is already bad enough, now with most of the city underwater...” You trailed off.

“I’m worried about the parts that aren’t flooded, and we can’t get to. Crime will be worse there, and who’s to say what will happen after all the water is gone? Someone’s going to try to claim the area,” Bruce said. “Even I can’t get over to those areas to try to prevent it. It was hard enough to get back here without being spotted.”

You set your fork down and looked into Bruce’s eyes. “Why did you become Batman?”

Bruce didn’t say anything at first, surprised by the question. He coughed, giving himself a few seconds to regain his thoughts. “Uh, a few reasons. My parents, crime in the city,” He said, giving a half-assed answer, but it was good enough for you. “Just the right thing to do.”

“You really had me worried, Bruce,” You said. “I was killing myself over the fact that you weren’t responding to me. I thought you got seriously hurt.”

“I had no idea you were,” He replied. “If I knew, I would have gone about things differently.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You would have told me if you knew I was worried?”

“I don’t know. I only told you because you were nearly having a panic attack, and I couldn’t explain how I knew Bruce Wayne was okay, so the easiest way was to show you,” Bruce explained. “If I knew ahead of time you’d be so worried, I would have at least come up with a better cover story,” He joked slightly, allowing a small smile to crack.

“Yeah, that probably would’ve helped. My dad just kept insisting you were asleep, which didn’t make sense to me. But he was so adamant!” You complained.

You noticed Bruce’s smile fall as he looked serious again. “It’s been so long since you’ve been here that I didn’t think you would care at all.”

“Why wouldn’t I care? I know I’ve been in Metropolis for years, but you’ve always been my friend. Of course, I care!” You said.

Bruce shrugged. “Like I said, it’s been so long. You haven’t been back to Gotham since you left for school. Then you got a career, some good friends, a boyfriend-”

“Boyfriend? Who’s my boyfriend?” You cut him off.

He stared at you for a second, clearly confused. “I thought the guy on your team was your boyfriend.”

“Clark?” You laughed. “No, he’s great, but I have no clue where you got that from,” You said. “He’s in love with Lois, but Lois is in love with Superman.”

“So, he’s not…?” Bruce asked carefully.

“He’s not. What made you think that?” You asked, but Bruce didn’t answer fast enough for your satisfaction. “You just jumped to a conclusion, huh?”

Bruce shook his head in disappointment at himself. “I guess so,” He said. But he totally, totally, did. He heard you talk about that guy once and made a connection that wasn’t even there.

“Were you upset that you thought I had a boyfriend?” You smirked.

“What?”

“Was there even the smallest chance that you were jealous of my boyfriend from Metropolis?” You asked, your smirk still there as you teased Bruce.

Bruce furrowed his face. “Jealous?”

Your smirk turned into a soft smile. “I’m just messing with you, Bruce.”

He nodded, and the conversation died off. You had finished your dinner, so the two of you were sitting there in silence. Bruce was stuck in his head again, trying to deduce if he was jealous. Was he? Was he jealous of this man he thought was your boyfriend? Or was he jealous of your life and how different it is from his? He didn’t know what he was jealous over, but he quickly discovered he was jealous about something.

He might hide himself and his emotions from most of the world, but he grew up with you. If there was one person he was comfortable sharing his emotions with, it was you.

Bruce took a deep breath as he looked at his hands fiddling on the table. “I think I was.”

“Think you were…about what?” You asked, not a clue what he was referencing.

“Jealous,” He repeated. “I think I was jealous. Of the guy.”

You were still confused. He was answering your questions, but the context was not there. “The guy? Clark?”

“Yeah. When I thought he was your boyfriend,” Bruce admitted.

“Oh?” You asked. “You were jealous of my not-boyfriend?” You asked, and you were now putting things together. “How come?”

Bruce huffed when he realized that you were catching on. “Are you going to make me spell it out?”

“Spell what out?” You continued playing dumb.

Now completely sure you were teasing him, Bruce rolled his eyes and stood up. You were still sitting in your chair and watched as Bruce walked around the small table. He stopped when he was right beside you and you turned your body to look up at him, the teasing look still on your face. “Hey,” You said, innocent, as you kept looking up at him standing over you.

“Hey,” He repeated and swiftly put his hand gently under your chin, leaning in and giving you a kiss. It was short and sweet, and he released quickly. Bruce may have pulled back, but he was only a few inches away. “There, does that spell it out?” He asked, now teasing you.

Your teasing look turned into a fuller smile, and you reached up to pull him back in for another kiss. This kiss lasted longer, and without breaking apart, you stood up out of the chair to get closer. Your hands wrapped around each other, and the kiss continued much longer than either of you expected; almost like you’d both been waiting seven years for this.

When you finally released for air, you replied to his question. “I think it spells it out,” You said breathlessly.

This time, Bruce didn’t have anything to reply with besides pulling you back to him. It was definitely something both of you had been waiting for for over seven years, so now was the perfect excuse to make up for lost time. Stuck in Gotham, in a secluded Tower surrounded by water? Yes, making up for lost time seemed like the only option as you two moved from the kitchen and down the hall.

—

You: Bruce thought Clark was my boyfriend. Clark: ?????? Clark: I’ve never even talked to this guy, where did that come from? You: I told him about my job and mentioned you guys, and he jumped to conclusions. Lois: So, how did you find out that he thought that? He asked? You: yeah he asked Lois: and? You: I told him no. You: Completely unrelated, it’s a good thing Gotham and Metropolis are only 3 hours apart. Clark: What are you implying there You: idk You: Also unrelated, he’s a good kisser Lois: YOU LEAVE METROPOLIS FOR THREE DAYS AND YOU’RE KISSING BRUCE WAYNE????? You: I have no idea what you’re talking about. Lois: WELLLLL GOOD MORNING HUH Lois: I cannot wait to hear all about Mr. 💵🖤 Lois: Does this mean I can meet him? Will he give me an exclusive? Clark: I thought I told you the reason she hasn’t done an exclusive with him is because of her journalistic integrity. Lois: Yeah, HERS! Not mine! I can do an exclusive on Mr. 💵🖤 kissing our girl!

You laughed at the texts, trying your hardest not to be loud. You knew telling them would make for a big reaction from Lois, but it was more than you expected. Holding back your laughs only made her texts funnier, especially because you could hear her voice in your head saying them as you read.

“What’s going on?”

You looked to your side to see that Bruce was awake. “Oh, nothing. I was texting with Clark and Lois, and they made me laugh, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” He grumbled and sat up a little to fluff his pillow. “What time is it?”

“Eight.”

Bruce groaned and fell back into his pillow. “Why are you awake so early?”

“I had some important emails to answer. Oh, also, Lois wants to know if you’d give her an exclusive,” You smiled, trying not to laugh again.

He looked at you, no expression on his face. “No,” He said. “I’m going back to sleep until my alarm goes off,” He said and promptly shut his eyes.

“Goodnight,” You shook your head and went back to your phone.

You: He says no. Lois: I’ll break him down. Clark: I don’t know if you should let Lois meet Bruce. You: I think I agree, Clark. Lois: One day he’ll visit Metropolis. Lois: He’ll visit you at the Daily Planet. Lois: And that’s when I’ll strike. Lois: I WILL get that exclusive from the elusive, mysterious Mr. Bruce “💵🖤” Wayne.

You laughed again at Lois’s texts, unable to hold back this time.

“Shhhhhh,” Bruce pleaded, and you quickly apologized. “Put the phone down and go back to sleep,” He mumbled, not even opening his eyes.

You: Good luck with that, Lois. You: But I’ve got to go. I keep laughing and I woke up Bruce. He told me to go back to sleep. Lois: oops Lois: WAIT Lois: HUH? Lois: ARE YOU IN THE SAME BED??? You: talk later! Clark: Bye! Lois: OH I CAN’T WAIT TILL YOU’RE BACK, YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME THEN!

With one more laugh, Bruce’s eyes opened. “I’m begging you,” He reached to push the phone out of your hands, but missed as you were already moving it back to the nightstand.

“I just told them I’d talk later. We can go back to sleep,” You said and adjusted to lay back down fully. “But not for too long.”

Bruce smiled slightly when you faced him, finally ready to go back to sleep.

Oh, this was totally worth the wait.

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[ao3feed-superbat]

Say Don't Go

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/sa0fhqb by HalfAwake (Insomniac_with_dreams) In retrospect, Bruce should have listened to Alfred, listened to his own half-baked lie, and stayed the fuck out of Smallville. But the amount of enhanced enemies he has fought in the back alleys of Gotham, had started to weigh on more than his body. He’s used to anger, used to spitting blood and bile into wet streets as he stumbles out of a fight, but there is something terrifying about facing an enemy that is wielding power that Bruce cannot understand. One such battle left him retreating, bleeding out in a way that spelled death, and a building burning to collapse behind him. Waking from a morphine induced sleep in the Cave, Bruce swallowed the taste of his mouth down his throat, and decided that he couldn’t let whatever the hell Clark Kent is wander freely around Kansas. Words: 17236, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, Lex Luthor, Martha Kent Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Bruce Wayne is Batman, Clark Kent is Not Superman, he still got them powers though, Smallville Kansas (DCU), Gotham City is Terrible, But Smallville aint great either, Protective Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Clark Kent Needs a Hug, POV Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Clark Kent is So Done, Clark Kent is a Ray of Sunshine, Lex Luthor Being an Asshole, Lex Luthor Knows Clark Kent is Superman, Protective Lois Lane, Lois Lane & Bruce Wayne Friendship, Angst, Fluff, Mild Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blood and Injury, Farmer Clark Kent, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Small Towns, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Past Underage Sex, Protective Clark Kent read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/sa0fhqb

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[throughalleternity]

Hi I just went through your genderfluid!Lucy tag and on one of the post you had the idea about top surgery!Lucy wearing breast forms so I had an hilarious idea for a fic: Lucy wearing a dress and breast forms and leaning on a counter/table trying to be sexy and suddenly one of the breast froms falls out and then a second of silence as Lucy and Maggie/Alex process what just happended XD.(Can you maybe tag nerdsbianhokie? If you are not up for writing it maybe they are?)

Lolol, I enjoyed this, thanks for the prompt! It got a tiny bit away from me, so it may be a bit haphazard? I'm posting it below, but I'll clean it up and post on AO3 once I figure out a title.

And @nerdsbianhokie, I'm sure that anon would enjoy your take on the prompt if you are so inclined. That goes for any other writers who see this too and feel inspired!

1.5k words of genderfluid!Lucy fic below:

Lucy took a breath, smoothing her hands down over her dress. She stepped back and looked in the mirror one last time. 

“Nia will understand if you aren’t ready to go,” Maggie had said earlier in the week after watching Leon distractedly pour Alex a cup of milk with a dash of coffee. “There’ll be more events—Lena was throwing money at Nia the second she heard about the Dreamer Center plans, so she’s bound to do a charity event for it in the future. Or we can still go but leave early.” 

That had gotten him to stop pacing, to reduce rehearsing the same conversation that yes, you might know of him as Lucy Lane, CatCo’s general counsel, Lois Lane’s sister, or General Lane’s daughter—but that right now he was Leon Lane, and no it wasn’t just a drag thing, and no he wasn’t transitioning to be Leon all the time.

The shift to Lucy this morning had brought some relief. 

But as she imagined the conversations with people now, she felt a different sort of discomfort rise up.

“Ready yet?” Maggie called from outside the bedroom, pulling her away from her thoughts. “We’re not in a rush, but Alex has opened the fridge to stare inside it like twice now, and I think she’s going to raid the food table with Kara the minute after we’ve said hi to Nia.”

“I’m just checking what we have,” Alex insisted, followed by the sound of the fridge being shut. Footsteps, and then a knock on the bedroom door. “Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

“I’m being removed from the kitchen. Which, I know, somewhat of a usual occurrence, but—” Alex stopped short, her eyes finally sweeping over Lucy. “Wow.” Her voice slipped into something breathy. “You look absolutely gorgeous.”

Lucy couldn’t help but duck her head against the fluttering in her body, affected by Alex too. It wasn’t an unexpected compliment, not exactly, but the paranoid part of Lucy had been worried that top surgery would change how Alex and Maggie felt about her. 

Reassured, she couldn’t help but pull Alex closer and make her blush too: “You should see yourself, Danvers.” Lucy played with the knot of her tie, pulling the tail out from behind her suit just for the fun of it. “I hope you don’t have other plans for tonight, because I know what I’d like to do.”

“You know I don’t have other plans,” Alex grinned, hands settling on Lucy’s waist as she stepped closer. “Just you and Maggie for the rest of the night. Though speaking of things we have to do…” The look in her eyes softened, and one hand came up to cup Lucy’s cheek. “We noticed you’ve been holed up in here for a while. You know that this is one of those things you don’t have to do, right? If you’re uncomfortable, or if you’re just tired of people, or whatever. This isn’t work.”

“I know. I just…” The weird feeling engulfed her chest again.

“Is it the dress? I can grab your suit, which you look just as hot in, by the way.”

Lucy smiled, but she shook her head. She was happy to be wearing this dress finally—she hadn’t been able to while recovering from top surgery because the one shoulder design meant that her pocket bras would be visible, and she had to wait to try her adhesive breast forms until her incisions were healed enough. Now it had been a few months, and it felt good, the shape and flow of it against her breasts, and against the rest of her body.

“Thanks for offering,” Lucy said, the sharp edge of her frustration lessening slightly. “The dress is actually fine. I think I’m just uncomfortable with people there seeing only this—” she gestured to herself, “and assuming?”

“Mm.” A look of understanding passed over Alex’s face. “Kind of like when people assume your sexuality based on who they see you with?”

“I… Yeah, actually.” She and James had even gotten shouted at once at Pride—by a group of teenagers who probably didn’t know any better, but it had soured the experience. “That I’ve figured out how to handle, at least. This is…” Lucy let her forehead drop onto Alex’s shoulder. 

Alex’s arms wrapped around her. “It’s really bothering you, huh?” she murmured.

Lucy just sighed.

“Would you like permission not to go?”

“I already know I don’t—”

“I know. Hey, I know that you know,” Alex said, rubbing her hand on Lucy’s back, the touch easing the tension that had gathered. “But it’s like what you tell Maggie and I, right? We’re still learning how to not feel so obligated, how to say no to things. And this isn’t life or death.” 

“I can’t just…”

Alex kept going. “This is me giving you permission. Okay? You have my permission not to go.”

Lucy squeezed her eyes shut harder. This gentleness still felt like an overwhelming spotlight on the weakest parts of herself, but Alex’s touch never left Lucy, steadying her a little more after each inhale.

“If you’re fine going but you need something from Maggie and I, we can absolutely do that too. But no one will be disappointed in you if you can’t go.”

Lucy breathed into Alex’s shoulder again, and then once more. She finally picked her head up to look at her. “What about you and Maggie? You’ve been excited for this.”

“We can still go and enjoy it for a bit,” Alex reassured. “I know that the three of us can kind of be a package deal, but I promise that Maggie and I will not destroy things if left unsupervised.”

A huff left Lucy’s lungs at the grin and the promise which, if the context were any different, would not be convincing at all. “You two have the worst track records, I swear,” she said, shaking her head. 

“But you love us anyway.”

“Somehow I do,” Lucy said, exasperated yet fond. She was stuck with the two of them, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She hugged Alex again, notching her chin on her shoulder. “And, um, thanks for saying all that. Can we do that?”

“Absolutely.” Alex pressed a kiss to Lucy’s head. “Love you too, Luce.”

--

A couple hours later, Alex and Maggie came back to the apartment, thankfully unscathed and with a plate of food swiped for Lucy. 

“We got you this, too.” Maggie pushed a set of jewelry across the kitchen table, the colors of the genderfluid flag and bi flag popping out. “We figured that the necklace would work well with most of your dresses, and there’s pins to put on other things too.” 

“So you can be a little more visible when you want to be.” Alex pressed her shoulder against Lucy’s.

Warmth spread through her even as she sputtered. “Oh you didn’t have—” 

The look Maggie gave Lucy stifled her protests. Maggie just inched the jewelry further towards her until she finally took them with an amused but genuine smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Maggie rested her elbow on the table and propped her chin up with her hand. “So.” She looked Lucy up and down, the side of her mouth quirking up. Lucy knew what she was thinking—the looks she gave her hadn’t changed. “Did you go anywhere while we were away, or were you just waiting around all dressed up for us?”

“I did some reading. Figured I’d keep the dress on because it’s fun to see Alex’s brain stutter,” Lucy said, smirking back at Maggie.

Alex reached across to shove Maggie’s shoulder. “You were the one rushing us home because you got reminded of Lucy’s dress, and, well.”

Lucy laughed at Maggie’s shrug, no attempt to deny it. “Yeah?” Lucy leaned forward. 

Evidently too much though, because her elbow had just touched the table when she felt her left breast form start to slide. One playful shoulder bump by Alex later and it was resting on the table limply.

“Well,” Lucy said finally. “Rough sex with these is off the menu until I figure out how to apply the adhesive better.”

“Oh my god.” The expression on Alex’s face was frozen in shock for a moment before she slapped a hand over her face and let out an embarrassed noise. “I forgot that could happen now. Please don’t tell me I ruined the moment.”

“No, you’re fine. Come here,” Lucy smiled, gently pulling the hand away to kiss her. 

“It’s only ruined if we let it be ruined, right?” Maggie was somewhat successfully biting back her own grin. If it was with anyone else, Lucy would have been worried that the laughter was directed at her. But Maggie was amused at Alex’s reaction, and when she met Lucy’s eyes, the mischievous look from before was still there. “We can wait if you want to switch to your bra, unless you want help?” 

“I got it.” Lucy took her runaway form from Maggie, the action as comfortable as being passed a binder. “You can help take off my dress after though, if you want.”

“Don’t take too long.” Maggie pulled her in for a kiss of her own, affection and heat that coursed over Lucy’s skin. “Alex and I, we definitely want.”

#ask me #genderfluid!lucy #gender stuff #director sanvers #supergirl words #my writing #supergirl #titles are so hard 😭 #i do have the other asks in my inbox and am having fun rolling them around in my brain too! hopefully will have words or fic too soonish

[underburningstars]

Batsup soulmate where first words that are written on the skin. When Superman found his and that is Batman. Bruce Wayne couldn't accept and tried to ignored him

Here you go anon

on ao3

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Pairing : Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne

Tags : Soulmates, Canon Divergence, Denial of Feelings

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When Clark was ten years old, his mom explained to him about soulmates and soulmarks.

Said soulmates are people who understand us the most. Who love us the most. That his soulmate was gonna love him the most.

Soulmarks are the words soulmates first said to each other. No one can see them other than the person themselves until the words are said. Then the words will crave into skin in black. Like his mom's and dad's.

His mom told him to never say his words to anyone. It's a secret we should keep close to heart. No one should hear the words until our soulmate says that.

So, Clark kept quiet. Never told anyone about his words and never asked what it meant. Even though for his ten year old self they made no sense.

My foundations have already stated a statement in support of the books so. Wow, pretty girl, bad habit, do not quote me.

What does that mean?!

He understood its meaning when he was a teenager. At least, he understood the second line. Must be a player, was is first thought. Just my luck, was his second.

When his dad died, Clark found out that the marks turn gray when a person's soulmate dies. It's doesn't really look good on the skin. But maybe that's the whole point.

He meets Lois Lane before he meets his soulmate. She teaches him love before his soulmate. But along with love, she teaches him heartbreak too. He's happy to be able to call her his friend, still.

The day he meets Bruce Wayne, he realizes a lot of things. Bruce Wayne is his soulmate, Bruce Wayne hates Superman and Bruce Wayne is Batman. Great. Just great. At least the mystery behind the meaning of his marks is solved now.

Going home, while he's taking a shower, he sees the letters craved into the skin of his forearm in bold, black letters.

Clark sighs.

¦

As far as soulmarks go, his one was as clear as water.

Mr. Wayne, Mr. Wayne. Clark Kent, The Daily Planet.

As long as he avoided a certain Clark Kent from daily planet, he'd be fine. Bruce always went out of his way to avoid any questions or interview from The Daily Planet. It earned him some odd looks from Alfred. But the butler has long known better than question his actions.

When he was younger, he thought he was lucky. That he would be able to find his soulmate more easily than many. But that was before his parents died.

Honestly, he had a hard time accepting the fact that after working so hard to avoid The Daily Planet, he still met Clark Kent. And for the cherry on top, Clark Kent is Superman. Nothing is his life is ever simple.

After putting Lex Luther in jail, Bruce tries very hard to avoid Clark. But the recruitment of the other metas still bring them in close proximity.

Clark looks like he wants to talk. But Bruce doesn't. Nope. Bruce wants to run and never acknowledge the fact that they're soulmates. He's not even gonna say it out loud. Even though the bold, black writings stare at him accusingly whenever he takes off his shirt.

Bruce sighs.

-

Confrontation was inevitable. Really, Bruce was this coming from a mile away. The determination burning in Clark's eyes. But just because he knew this was happening doesn't mean he wanted this to happen.

"We should talk?" Clark announced

"Should we?" Bruce retorted.

"Yes, we should. It's not something we can avoid forever Bruce."

"We could if you just leave it be."

"No, why would I want to leave it be? We're soulmates," Bruce winced at the word, "and it's not something we can just sweep under the rug."

Bruce sighs, "Clark, trust me, you don't want this."

"Don't want what? The bond?"

"Yes. I'm-I'm not good at this. Y'know the whole relationship thing. We-I will mess it up."

"Why don't you let me decide what I want?" Clark argued.

"No! You don't understand. A soulbond isn't a casual relationship. You can't break it because you're not satisfied with the relationship. You'll be stuck. Forever." Bruce tried to explain.

"Yes, I know what a soulbond is. But you words are on my arm and I want the bond. I want you. And all the mess and drama that you'll bring." Clark affirmed.

"You have no idea what you're saying." Bruce shook his head.

"Maybe." Clark allowed, "But I guess we'll just find it all out along the road." and kissed him.

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

A Yellow Ribbon

Fandom: DC Comics, Young Justice, Flashfam, Superfam

Summary: Conner's been best friends with Bart ever since they met at the carnival when they were children. The problem is that Bart can't remember meeting Conner that night. But Thad does...

Chapters: 9/?

Characters: Clark Kent, Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Bart Allen, Thaddeus Thawne, Don Allen, Meloni Allen, Jonathan "Pa" Kent, Martha Kent, Max Crandall

Relationships: KonBart, KonThad, Clois, MelonixDon, Ma/Pa Kent

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, Mistaken Identity, Possibly Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Twins, Lies, Stolen Moments, Unconventional Love Triangles, Misunderstandings, Childhood Friends, Complicated Relationships, Family Dynamics, Family Bonding, Best Friends, Secret Crush, Autistic Bart Allen, Autistic Thad Thawne, Thaddeus Thawne Gets a Hug, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Third Person POV, Hurt Clark Kent, Boys in Love, Friendship/Love, Farm/Ranch AU, Farmboy Conner Kent, Grandparents and Grandchildren, Unconventional Families, Unconventional Relationship, Romance, Light Angst, Strangers to Lovers, Cyrano, Jewish Superfam

Chapter Nine: Return of Cowboy Conner

The arrival at the Kent farm meant goodbye for Lois and Clark. They took him to the front door with heavy hearts, and Lois took Conner’s hand. “Thank you for giving us a chance,” Lois whispered.

“Wait, Mommy… You aren’t gonna stay a little while?” Conner asked. Clark and Lois went wide-eyed. “Mommy… Daddy, can you stay another day?”

“Of course, Conner. Um—. I’m going to talk to Ma and Pa,” Clark whispered before kissing his son’s forehead. “Ma! Pa!” Clark ran inside with a childlike excitement Conner hadn’t ever seen before. He giggled.

“Mommy, do you think it’d be okay for me to see Banna?” Conner asked.

“Oh, Conner. Before you see Banna, come in and have a slice of pie. Pa and I want to tell you something,” Ma replied from the other room. Lois and Conner entered the house and joined Ma and Clark in the kitchen.

Conner hugged Ma and frowned. “Is something wrong with Banna?” Conner whimpered.

“Nope. Banna’s going to be a mommy. Today, actually. That’s where Pa is right now. He’s with the vet. Banna went into labor thirty minutes ago,” Ma replied.

Conner ran off toward the barn, and Lois moved to stop him, only for Clark to shake his head. “Let him go. He should be there,” Clark smiled.

Conner sprinted across the field to the barn and took his place by Pa’s side. “Hey there, Kiddo. Clark didn’t sit in on his first calf birthin’ until he was twelve. Are you sure you want to be here?” Pa asked.

“Uh-huh,” Conner replied. Pa smiled.

“Can you go out and fetch more warm water in the pail? It’ll help Doc Paula out,” Pa requested.

Conner nodded, taking the bucket toward the house. “Ma! Ma!” Conner shouted. Ma took the pail from Conner and filled it with warm water. “Is the water warm?”

“It sure is, Conner. Hey, I made you, Doc Hale, and Pa some lunch. Can you carry it with the pail? Or do you need some help?” Ma asked. Conner grabbed the pail, weighing it as he considered her question.

“I hafta carry it with both hands,” Conner whispered, “I can come back after I get the bucket to Pa and Doc Paula.”

“No, uh—. I’ll come with you. I’ll carry the bucket, so you can carry lunch to Pa,” Clark volunteered, “I won’t go in with you, though.”

Conner squinted at Clark. “Are you scared?” Conner asked. Clark nodded.

“Calving makes me a bit squeamish,” Clark replied. Conner nodded as Clark took the pail and handed Conner the picnic basket. “Pa seem calm?”

“Mhm. Is it gonna take long?” Conner asked.

“If everything goes well, it should be four hours or less,” Clark replied, “You gonna be okay?”

“Mhm. As long as Banna’s okay,” Conner replied, “Are you mad that I don’t want to go to school in Metropolis anymore?”

“No. I understand. Conner, did you like anything about Metropolis?” Clark questioned. Conner smiled up at Clark, completely unafraid of Clark for the first time.

“You and Mommy… And I liked going to the synagogue with you. And the mole trains,” Conner answered. Clark took Conner’s free hand and chuckled.

“The subway was fun,” Clark whispered as if he were speaking to himself and not Conner. “We’re going to visit all the time. Way more than we did before. Okay?”

“Promise?” Conner asked.

They stopped at the barn, and Clark swallowed hard. “I promise. It won’t be like before. We can video chat every single day after school,” Clark offered. Conner nodded and embraced Clark.

“Gonna hold you to that, Daddy,” Conner grinned as he took the basket to Pa and returned to Clark to retrieve the bucket.

*

Pa woke Conner toward the end of Banna’s labor. “Hey, Kiddo. Wake up, I think it’s time,” Pa whispered. Conner looked up, watching as the doctor pulled the calf from Banna.

“Wanna cut the navel cord, Conner?” Doc Paula asked.

Conner nodded, and Doc Paula told him to wash his hands. She gave him the scissors and guided his hand. “Is it gonna hurt them?” Conner asked.

“It’s a normal part of calving,” Doc Paula replied, “Okay… Cut here, sweetheart.”

Conner obeyed and rejoined Pa. “I did it,” Conner whispered. Pa caught a picture with his camera, proudly smiling at his grandson’s accomplishment.

“You’ll hafta name her,” Pa replied. Conner’s jaw dropped. “Yeah, go on. You earned it.”

“Toffee,” Conner replied.

“That was quick. Toffee it is,” Pa chuckled, “Good job, Conner. Hey, Kiddo? How was Metropolis? Did you like city livin’?”

“Thanks, Pa… Everyone lives so close to each other in Metropolis, and the buildings are so tall. We lived on the seventh floor. Everybody looks small from the seventh floor. Then, my friend lived next door, but he was sick and couldn’t come over to play… Then—. Pa, why are some kids born sick? Daddy says it’s science, but why can’t we fix science?” Conner replied.

“Scientists can only do so much. We’re still figuring out how all of this works. Humans are smart, but nature is so complex, Kiddo. The world is full of things we don’t understand. Why is the sky blue? Why do people hate each other sometimes? Why do we cry sometimes? There’s so much we don’t understand,” Pa explained.

“I wish we understood how to make people feel better,” Conner replied. Pa nodded.

“I know, Conner. Let’s wash up. It’s almost dinnertime—.”

“Can I stay with Banna and Toffee?” Conner interrupted. Pa nodded.

“I’ll have Clark and Lois bring your supper,” Pa whispered, “And hey… I’m glad you’re home. I was short a cowboy this year.”

Pa placed his hat on Conner’s head and left him with the vet and the cows. Clark paced outside the house with his arms crossed and his hands tucked awkwardly in his armpits. “Pa! How’d—?”

“Everything went fine. Conner cut the cord for the doctor, but now he wants to sit with Banna and Toffee for a while. You should check on him, though. He looks like he’s carrying a lot,” Pa replied. Clark frowned and nodded. “How sick is that friend of his?”

“The medication messes with his memory. He’s forgetting names and faces… He couldn’t remember Conner’s name off the top of his head most of the time. Then, he sleeps most of the day until their playdate,” Clark answered, “But the big issue is his immunity problems. That’s why he doesn’t go out.”

“Do you think—? Do you know if Conner would be up for a party? We invited some of his friends to welcome him back next weekend. A few kids from the temple, a couple more kids from his school, and a few of the neighboring farmers’ kids,” Pa whispered. Clark smiled.

“He’ll love that,” Clark replied, “Hey, Pa? I think I need—. We might stick around for a while.”

Pa messed up Clark’s hair. “He’s especially hard to let go of. Isn’t he?” Pa chuckled. Clark nodded and laughed.

#fic #a yellow ribbon fic #superfam #flashfam #yj98 #Clark Kent #Conner Kent #Lois Lane #Bart Allen #Thaddeus Thawne #Don Allen #Meloni Allen #Jonathan “Pa” Kent #Martha Kent #Max Crandall #KonBart #KonThad #Clois #MelonixDon #Ma/Pa Kent #No Powers AU #Mistaken Identity #Possibly Unrequited Love #Unrequited Crush #Twins #Lies #Stolen Moments #Unconventional Love Triangles #Misunderstandings #Childhood Friends

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Savior

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MiJU1PX by odilelajolie The temptation to grab her and throw her down onto his desk, flip up her skirt and rip of her panties, before thrusting his cock all the way inside of her until she screamed herself hoarse was now so persistent it was nearly an obsession. Clark was no longer in control of his body, or even his own thoughts. His young assistant—with her unbearably pretty face and tiny, mouthwatering body— had somehow managed to shackle the of the man of steel in a primal, raving delirium of dangerous, deadly want. - Heartbroken when Lois abruptly ends their relationship, Clark Kent has never felt more alone in the universe. But when a shy young assistant begins working at The Daily Planet, Clark finds himself pleasantly distracted from his grief by far more than his new colleague’s pretty face. Elsie is sweet, demure, and far too trusting for her own good—her naturally submissive nature unwittingly inspiring a correlative sense of primal dominance within the man of steel. Fueled by unexplored, dangerous carnal urges, Clark wants Elsie in ways a good man should never want a woman. But then again, the powerful Kryptonian hero isn’t exactly a normal man… Words: 5516, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, DCU, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman), Reader, Original Female Character(s), Justice League (DCU), Martha Kent, Lois Lane Relationships: Clark Kent/Reader, Clark Kent/Original Female Character(s), Clark Kent/You Additional Tags: Romance, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Angst, Kidnapping, Light BDSM, Boss/Employee Relationship, Older Man/Younger Woman, Age Difference, Size Kink, innocence kink, Dominant Clark Kent, Alpha Clark Kent, Protective Clark Kent, POV Clark Kent, Minor Breeding Kink, Angst with a Happy Ending read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MiJU1PX

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

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We're Dating???

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3km5TSc

by Taxi_Cab_To_Slowtown

What do all the Bats have in common? They are so emotionally constipated they can't tell what is a friendship and what is a relationship. This might be in part because they were raised by a reclusive billionaire who is still crushing on the same guy he did in highschool and has had two failure relationship orchestrated by his eldest son.

Or, not that?

It's probably that.

Everyone think they're in a relationship with their bat, the bat doesn't know this.

The Justice League think Bruce should let them help out with their kids more.

Words: 4116, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 8 of Taxi's Batfam Meets the JL fics

Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, The Batman (Movie 2022)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Batfamily Members, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Roy Harper, Koriand'r (DCU), Wally West, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bart Allen, Cassie Sandsmark, Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent

Relationships: Justice League/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Roy Harper/Koriand'r/Jason Todd, Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen, Barry Allen/Hal Jordan (Green Lantern)/Iris West, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Dinah Lance, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern)/Oliver Queen, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Clark Kent, Batfamily Members & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent

Additional Tags: Polyamory, Holy Musical B@man - Freeform, The song "Robin Sucks" in case you wonder what they're singing, polyamorous bruce wayne, Bisexual Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, His kids love him, they want him to be happy, they have a weird way of showing it but they do, Polyamorous Justice League, Batfamily Meets Justice League, Batfamily Is Bad At Feelings (DCU), Batfamily is Bad at Communicating (DCU), One-sided pining, Secret Identity, Unknown Relationship, meaning someone in the relationship doesn't realize they're in a relationship, Hilarity, Hilarity Ensues, Relationship(s), no beta we die like so many people, Past Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Past Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Minor Clark Kent/Lois Lane, in so far that Jon exists and they're still together but it's not mentioned really

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3km5TSc

#dick grayson #robin #nightwing #wally west #kid flash #flash #birdflash #dickwally

[ao3feed-timkon]

We're Dating???

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/FhlNdR6

by Taxi_Cab_To_Slowtown

What do all the Bats have in common? They are so emotionally constipated they can't tell what is a friendship and what is a relationship. This might be in part because they were raised by a reclusive billionaire who is still crushing on the same guy he did in highschool and has had two failure relationship orchestrated by his eldest son.

Or, not that?

It's probably that.

Everyone think they're in a relationship with their bat, the bat doesn't know this.

The Justice League think Bruce should let them help out with their kids more.

Words: 4116, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 8 of Taxi's Batfam Meets the JL fics

Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, The Batman (Movie 2022)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Batfamily Members, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Roy Harper, Koriand'r (DCU), Wally West, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bart Allen, Cassie Sandsmark, Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent

Relationships: Justice League/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Roy Harper/Koriand'r/Jason Todd, Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen, Barry Allen/Hal Jordan (Green Lantern)/Iris West, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Dinah Lance, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern)/Oliver Queen, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Clark Kent, Batfamily Members & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent

Additional Tags: Polyamory, Holy Musical B@man - Freeform, The song "Robin Sucks" in case you wonder what they're singing, polyamorous bruce wayne, Bisexual Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, His kids love him, they want him to be happy, they have a weird way of showing it but they do, Polyamorous Justice League, Batfamily Meets Justice League, Batfamily Is Bad At Feelings (DCU), Batfamily is Bad at Communicating (DCU), One-sided pining, Secret Identity, Unknown Relationship, meaning someone in the relationship doesn't realize they're in a relationship, Hilarity, Hilarity Ensues, Relationship(s), no beta we die like so many people, Past Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Past Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Minor Clark Kent/Lois Lane, in so far that Jon exists and they're still together but it's not mentioned really

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/FhlNdR6

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #timkon

[pzfr]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

Tagged by: @reddragon-cowboy

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

I don't have very many active ships going on for Rex at a time So I don't have much of a pool to choose from for the title of one-true yet. I try to adore all my character interactions equally.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

I write mainverse Rex as being somewhere variably into his twenties, maybe mid-to-late most of the time, only shipping with other adults. At some point I think I set it for myself that after a 5+ year gap I tend to feel iffy, especially if Rex is implied to be the older one in the proposed ship. If Rex is actually the younger one in the ship I might be a little more lenient given his own age range. Have not had to deal with this yet though, most flirting/shipping isn't too far off.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

So I haven't written NSFW in ages, bad experiences in the past. But probably when descriptions of arousal or foreplay are extended/detailed. Not that shorter, snappier responses can't lead into that but when the bulk of the thread is concentrated on that, it's harder to segue into other stuff and ought to be carried over to sideblogs/readmores/etc.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Yeah. I've gotten a lot more selective nowadays. Shoutout to everyone who specifies shipping with chemistry, who want to avoid being reduced to insta-NSFW fodder or an accessory for someone else's character plot/jokes/etc again. Folks deserve better.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

At the moment I for sure ended up shipping with @regensia's Perona from One Piece, and Rex has been pretty close with her other OC Armand. There's been some plotting bits with other muns/flirting between muses but still tentative (mostly with @beatgod's various ocs).

I personally have a half-joking (now half-serious) oc x canon ship for Rex with Bridgette Hashima from Close Enough that started out as them being a dysfunctional version of Lois Lane and Superman but ended up being really sweet once I compared as much as contrasted. Idk I just like to think that as much as they bicker, they'd also treat each other as equals, flaws on the table and seeing the best in each other.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

Yeah, this goes with the selectivity. Characters can express interest but if you want to take that a step further maybe let's get on the same wavelength?

I'm not even opposed to trying toxic ships and other arrangements if it's done with some awareness on both of our parts as RPers. I'm saying this as someone who's had stuff sprung on them before. Like one time after I agreed to a ship the other person threw in a pregnancy out of nowhere not long afterwards. Never plotted it, much less agreed our characters were at a point where they were even sleeping together.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

Ship more-or-less. I got into RP to write about action-adventures/mysteries/etc. and the people who go on them together, or oppose one another.

If there happens to be a ship along the way? Great! And I can only hope it enhances storyline stuff, whether it's a healthy relationship or a toxic one or whatever.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

Yeah, totally!

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

I've been watching Red Dwarf and a lot of folks ship Lister/Rimmer. Been coming around to it myself. (Kryten/Lister was a strong contender for a while though).

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Ask after we've had some interactions between the characters for a while. Then we might try at plotting, figure out what kind of relationship it's going to be for the characters, how their respective lives might mesh.

Enthusiasm is always appreciated! But if I feel like something isn't working or should stop, please respect that and I'll try to do the same.

It also helps as a general RP thing not to gloss over character dialogue/actions/lore/etc., or to exclusively view it a certain way (ex. the most common one I think is jokes. But like at every turn).

tagging: You want it? It's yours my friend. As long as you have enou

#[ooc] out of orbit #[rp memes] trouble keeps you running faster #long post

[celestialseawitch-ff]

Author question tag game thing

Thanks for the tag, @ctrsara!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

- 29

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

- 609,262

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I write for mainly Harry Potter and Marvel. I have written for other fandoms in the past and I like to play with crossovers, but not really any of them have been posted. I'm branching out into DC though.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Finding Home 27 965 words and counting

The Marked One 69 232 words and counting

Harry Potter and the Addams Family 4062 words

I Always Miss You 2827 words

All I Wanted 9719 words

(I'm genuinely so surprised by the last three. Like what?)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to respond to every comment I got. But not anymore. It's just too difficult. It's like texting, which is hard enough for me to have the mental bandwidth to do. I will often respond to a comment that's longer and very engaging or if someone is genuinely confused and asking a question. But I do read every comment I get.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhm... I've been told all my fics are angsty 🙃 But I personally think the saddest ending would be either The Great Escape or Season's Greetings (Hi, I'm Your Son). Both had a sort of bitter-sweet ending where you're so sad for the character(s) but also hopeful that things will be okay. Or I guess maybe Versions of the Truth is a good contender too.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Yikes... uhm, what is happiness?? Maybe The Life Giver or Yule Spirit??

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes. Of course. Mostly on As It Should Be. She gets slut shamed a lot because she had more than one boyfriend and she slept with them. It's a constant annoyance for me. I've wanted to take the whole story down multiple times because people will get so intense about it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

For sure. It started pretty tame but we've definitely moved into explicit territory. I only really write smut for Harry Potter though. A lot of my stories for other fandoms are family-centric and don't really have romance in them.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

God, I love a crossover. The only one posted is a one-shot, Harry Potter and the Addams Family that I did on a joking whim. But I have so many others in the works. I have two "Harry Potter is Tony Stark's son" stories. A "Harry ends up in Gotham" story. I think my favourite right now is "Peter Parker is Lois Lane's nephew" story. I really want to finish that one and post it. But my craziest crossover I think would be by Peter Parker crossover with the tv show Chuck. Peter Parker is the intersect. It's fantastic.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Harry Potter and the Addams Family was translated to Русский

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. I don't think I'd want to tbh

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Harry and Hermione, for sure. It always comes back to them for me.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Uhm, I have a million WIPs so I'm just going to stick with the ones I have posted. I'm not sure if I'll ever finish Prophecy Child. I'd like to, but I have no idea what I'm going to do. I had a plan and then changed direction so many times and now I'm just dead in the water with it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think it's my characterization, but I get most complimented for my worldbuilding, so probably that. I think I just highly value characterisation, especially for fanfic. It's extremely important imo

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Politics. Meaning, I sometimes choose plotlines that I don't actually want to write. I hate writing politics. I think a big weakness for me is also just follow through. I have a hard problem finishing fics. I post even less now because I don't want to keep posting things that I'll never finish.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I hate this. I'm sorry, but I really do. I don't know Russian or Spanish. When I'm reading a work, am I supposed to google translate as I go?? Sometimes the translation is at the bottom of the chapter so I'm supposed to scroll up and down? I'm sorry, but no. I hate it. When I'm writing, if the pov I'm writing in knows that language, I will write the words in English in italics and simply say after, "they said in French" or whatever. If the pov I'm writing doesn't speak that language and doesn't know what is being said, then neither does the reader. This is such a pet peeve of mine.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Doctor Who! It's under a different name, but I'm pretty sure the stories I wrote there and for a DW/Supernatural crossover are still popular on FFN.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Without a doubt, Stealing Magic. I am still blown away by my own writing in that fic. The worldbuilding, the characters, the PLOT. I worked on that story for literally like three years. I love it so much. It's my baby and I'm so damn proud of it.

I tag @sygoflyy @mysterycyclone @seek--rest @nauticalparamour

#author asks #tag game

[youhaveforgottenmealready]

We'll Find a Way to Offer Up the Night -- Chapter 13 exerpt

"Batman, we need to talk. That was unacceptable," he says. Batman looks up at him slowly. His armor makes him look darker than the night, more menacing than the gargoyle he had found him crouching beside tonight. Every line of his body is simmering with rage and who knows what else. What had Jason said? That Batman has an edge of something jagged about him? It's apparent now, as clear as day.

"I don't think you're in any position to lecture me," Batman says in a hiss. His words are low and dark, almost sibilant, but they hit like a hammer. Superman stops in his tracks. 

He swallows back bile. It takes a long moment to collect himself. He can't let his own hangups keep him from getting through to Batman. "Maybe I'm exactly the right person to lecture you," he says and draws nearer. He only stops when he's near enough to count every fleck of blood on Batman's fists and armor. "This isn't you," he says. 

"Isn't it?" Batman says and moves quickly to close the space between them. His teeth are bright and sharp-looking. He advances and Superman retreats. For the first time, there's a strange hitch in Batman's usual aura. It's spikey, more like Jason's. It's unfamiliar. It's pulsing and uneven and it makes him think of graveyards. Superman hates it. 

Batman keeps moving and Superman has a moment where he isn't sure if he should stand his ground or continue to retreat. The choice is made for him when Batman lunges, snakes an arm around his neck, and tugs him down for a brutal, ugly kiss. Superman makes a surprised noise against that cruel mouth. He feels like he's reeling. 

It's too hard and mostly teeth, and Batman snarls hungrily against his lips. It's an awful embrace. Every other kiss they've ever shared could be eviscerated by this grotesque thing. It's truly awful, but dammit if Superman doesn't still want it. He swallows a moan and tries to understand. Batman's cowl is sharp and strangely textured. It's unusual feeling it scrape across his skin as Batman's mouth moves frantically against his. Vicious, hungry, desperation mars every second of the kiss. 

**********

We'll Find a Way to Offer Up the Night (100183 words) by YouHaveForgottenMeAlready

Chapters: 13/18 Fandom: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Characters: Jason Todd, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth, Kara Zor-El, Krypto the Superdog (DCU), Perry White, James "Jimmy" Olsen Additional Tags: Past Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Anal Sex, First Time, Hand Jobs, Canon-Typical Violence Summary:

His feet hit hard and his knees buckle beneath him. It hurts when his hands skid on the decorative rug, the price he pays for catching himself to keep from flopping face-first into the ground. He's dumbstruck and just kneels there for several long moments staring at his hands, at the bloom of rug burn forming before his eyes.

"I can't fly," he says dumbly.

"Noted. Any pain?" Bruce asks.

Clark's world falls apart, and Superman is to blame. When he's at his lowest, Bruce Wayne gives him a gift: a room that strips him of his powers. A room where he can learn what it means to be human.

#batman #superman #superbat #fanfiction #exerpt #we'll find a way to offer up the night #This one was a bit rough to write because Bruce is being a jerk #angry kissing

[last-night-is-a-blur]

What I wish S2 of S&L had done

I don't mind Jon's issues ( feeling sidelined, out of place, defenceless and less extraordinary than others in his family) being explored throughout the season, but the communication problems with his parents are getting annoying. I find it interesting, I really do, watching parent failing to see how much their kid is struggling, not understanding them and either not realising that they are giving their child insufficient and/or the wrong kind of support, or them being aware of it and just not knowing what to do or say. But I wish the show had gotten to the heart of that particular problem already, as well most of Jon's other issues. The x-k reveal should have been the turning point in that regard ( I know, I said was done talking about this subject)

Idk if there was some scheduling reasons for Nat and JHI being so absent, but I would have loved more Nat+ kent-lane stuff and Nat+ Sarah bropt.

I wish they would have gone full psychological/conspiracy thriller with Ally. Have her get into everyone's head, like she did with Sam. Make her untouchable bc of her connections and lack of evidence tying her to anything illegal. Use her being a cult leader and having a lot of followers and some of them are very powerful. How far does her influence reach? Who is on her side, and who can be trusted? Have her get useful intel from the DOD bc at least one of her follower works there. Have her show interest (either as herself or through one of her disciples) in the mines. Have Mayor Dean be funded by one of Ally's followers in exchange for something bad, tying mayoral campaign to the main plot and giving it some weight and higher stakes. Have Lois inform Lana of this, bringing her into the main plot in a meaningful way. Have the inverse society helping Dean sabotaging Lana's campaign. Have Ally do MAJOR damage to Lois' reputation. Maybe even have her gaslight Lois or Clark so they start questioning themselves. The paranoia and sense of being trapped in a chess game and you can't see all of your opponent's pieces. Have her hit Clark and Lois where it hurts and test their integrity and intelligence. Maybe have them going after Ally hurt the boys somehow, so they become conflicted. Superman could only do so much, bc without evidence he can't just grab her and take her to the dod or nearest police station and expect her to be arrested and she rarely attacks them physically ( and when she does, it's through someone else and they can't apprehend her bc they can't successfully proof her involvement).

Give Lucy a larger role ( again, her limited appearance could be bc of bts reasons). Let's show her someone determined to help ppl by spreading Ally's message. Not just focus on her as Lois' defiant sister, but as a loving aunt and a wannabe saviour of lost souls who is just trying to find meaning in her life. Maybe have her trying to bring Jon in, bc she sees he is lost, and he agrees, not bc he doesn't believe Ally is a cult leader, bc he wants to spy on the inverse society for his mom. Show her as someone friendly and caring and cool who just wants to be loved and help ppl.

Do something more with Anderson 's team since they brought it up, and the xk stuff beyond Jon's arc+Jordan saving Sam and Lois. Have Tag interact with the boys and Natalie. Have Clark help him with his survivor guilt. Have Jon or Jordan joining the team, or at least helping them out on a mission.

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