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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 3.06: Montreal TVLTwT/IWTVTwT Version. +bonus bc op is very tired of seeing terrible takes online:

Spring has begun; life is rekindled...

Itty Bitty Spring Dragon stickers ♡

This is the sweetest thing ever! Please write a cute drabble on this!!!! Bats must be so tired and overstimulated to fall asleep on supes like that, the trust in this is so cute (did you see that Batman has princess feet? He looks so adorable like a dainty little thing in Clark's arms)

The battle had worn them all out. After fourteen brutal, gruelling hours of trying to take down the invaders from another planet, nobody had an ounce of energy to spare. The fight had been relentless, after all. Buildings crumbled, and streets cracked open from intergalactic energy weapons.

So, exhaustion was quick to bring them down in the aftermath, save for the only person powered by the sun. 

Hal was slouched against some rubble on the ground nearby, Barry draped over his lap, using him as a pillow. Oliver and Dinah were in an embrace, weary arms wrapped around one another, their suits stained with metallic alien blood and ash. Even Diana, the tireless Amazonian, was tugging her boots off her feet and sinking down onto a half-destroyed bench next to J’onn, who was sitting with his head in his hands. 

Clark exhaled slowly as he glanced at all his friends before tightening his grip on Bruce from where they were seated amid the rubble. He hadn’t expected the bat to slink out of the shadows and slump against him in exhaustion, not really. He never would have expected a display of such weakness in public, unless it was accompanied by a life-threatening injury. 

And so, he wasted no time. With nothing but tenderness, he bundled his cape around his husband’s weary form and dragged him onto his lap, tucking him against his chest as Bruce’s heart and breathing evened out, until he was surely sound asleep. 

And like that, they stayed, entirely unbothered for a short while amid the destruction, each taking time to recover mentally and physically. But, as the Justice League, there was no way they could enjoy their peace and relaxation for long. As the smoke cleared from the invasion, people began flooding forth once again. At the forefront, naturally, was none other than reporters, hoping to catch a glimpse of the legends themselves during the comedown of a life-or-death battle for Earth’s sovereignty.

Clark glanced Diana’s way, hoping that, at the very least, she could field the interview this time. Of course, he would have done so happily if his hands weren’t full of the most precious cargo in the world. But she was slumped over on one hand, her own eyes shut as she, too, succumbed to sleep. 

With a slow exhale, Clark gently pushed himself to his feet, adjusting his grip to keep his precious cargo secure, making sure the cape was tucked around him. He turned around just in time for a microphone to be pushed against his face, a demanding reporter at the other end. 

“Superman, Vicki Vale from the Gotham Gazette, what can you tell us about the damage? What’s the death toll? Do you have an estimate?” She demanded, as another microphone pushed forward. One by one, more reporters seemed to appear from thin air, each one insistently holding a microphone or camera towards him.

A man’s nasally voice sounded out over the clamour. “Superman, here, Bludhaven Bulletin. Will the invaders be back? What about the technology? Are we looking at-” 

The woman cut him off, inching closer, eyes locked on Batman, curled up in his arms. “Superman! Is Batman okay? Any news on his condition?” She pushed the microphone closer. 

Clark let out his breath slowly. He glanced between them, taking a small step back. “Voices down, please. It’s been an incredibly long day, and he’s worn out.” He said, keeping his voice low. “Now, I’ll answer your questions one at a time, but if you wake up my husband, there will be no more interviews.”

Every reporter paused, eyes wide as they stared at the sight of the man of steel cradling Batman protectively to his chest, arms wrapped around him, the fearsome Dark Knight’s head resting on his shoulder, face buried in the crook of his neck. It seemed that then, it truly clicked in their minds. 

“Husband?” Vicki squawked, jaw falling open. She twisted immediately, eyes gleaming as she turned to the camera behind her. “You heard it here first, Gotham, it appears our dashing protector is married to Superman, of all people!” 

Clark’s own eyes widened as the camera turned to him, no doubt zooming in on the two of them. He fought the urge to hide Bruce from view in this vulnerable state, to protect him from the world's leering eyes. He swallowed thickly, giving the camera a tight-lipped smile as the reporters all began yelling in earnest, no longer focused on the invasion but rather on them.

This is the sweetest thing ever! Please write a cute drabble on this!!!! Bats must be so tired and overstimulated to fall asleep on supes like that, the trust in this is so cute (did you see that Batman has princess feet? He looks so adorable like a dainty little thing in Clark's arms)

The battle had worn them all out. After fourteen brutal, gruelling hours of trying to take down the invaders from another planet, nobody had an ounce of energy to spare. The fight had been relentless, after all. Buildings crumbled, and streets cracked open from intergalactic energy weapons.

So, exhaustion was quick to bring them down in the aftermath, save for the only person powered by the sun. 

Hal was slouched against some rubble on the ground nearby, Barry draped over his lap, using him as a pillow. Oliver and Dinah were in an embrace, weary arms wrapped around one another, their suits stained with metallic alien blood and ash. Even Diana, the tireless Amazonian, was tugging her boots off her feet and sinking down onto a half-destroyed bench next to J’onn, who was sitting with his head in his hands. 

Clark exhaled slowly as he glanced at all his friends before tightening his grip on Bruce from where they were seated amid the rubble. He hadn’t expected the bat to slink out of the shadows and slump against him in exhaustion, not really. He never would have expected a display of such weakness in public, unless it was accompanied by a life-threatening injury. 

And so, he wasted no time. With nothing but tenderness, he bundled his cape around his husband’s weary form and dragged him onto his lap, tucking him against his chest as Bruce’s heart and breathing evened out, until he was surely sound asleep. 

And like that, they stayed, entirely unbothered for a short while amid the destruction, each taking time to recover mentally and physically. But, as the Justice League, there was no way they could enjoy their peace and relaxation for long. As the smoke cleared from the invasion, people began flooding forth once again. At the forefront, naturally, was none other than reporters, hoping to catch a glimpse of the legends themselves during the comedown of a life-or-death battle for Earth’s sovereignty.

Clark glanced Diana’s way, hoping that, at the very least, she could field the interview this time. Of course, he would have done so happily if his hands weren’t full of the most precious cargo in the world. But she was slumped over on one hand, her own eyes shut as she, too, succumbed to sleep. 

With a slow exhale, Clark gently pushed himself to his feet, adjusting his grip to keep his precious cargo secure, making sure the cape was tucked around him. He turned around just in time for a microphone to be pushed against his face, a demanding reporter at the other end. 

“Superman, Vicki Vale from the Gotham Gazette, what can you tell us about the damage? What’s the death toll? Do you have an estimate?” She demanded, as another microphone pushed forward. One by one, more reporters seemed to appear from thin air, each one insistently holding a microphone or camera towards him.

A man’s nasally voice sounded out over the clamour. “Superman, here, Bludhaven Bulletin. Will the invaders be back? What about the technology? Are we looking at-” 

The woman cut him off, inching closer, eyes locked on Batman, curled up in his arms. “Superman! Is Batman okay? Any news on his condition?” She pushed the microphone closer. 

Clark let out his breath slowly. He glanced between them, taking a small step back. “Voices down, please. It’s been an incredibly long day, and he’s worn out.” He said, keeping his voice low. “Now, I’ll answer your questions one at a time, but if you wake up my husband, there will be no more interviews.”

Every reporter paused, eyes wide as they stared at the sight of the man of steel cradling Batman protectively to his chest, arms wrapped around him, the fearsome Dark Knight’s head resting on his shoulder, face buried in the crook of his neck. It seemed that then, it truly clicked in their minds. 

“Husband?” Vicki squawked, jaw falling open. She twisted immediately, eyes gleaming as she turned to the camera behind her. “You heard it here first, Gotham, it appears our dashing protector is married to Superman, of all people!” 

Clark’s own eyes widened as the camera turned to him, no doubt zooming in on the two of them. He fought the urge to hide Bruce from view in this vulnerable state, to protect him from the world's leering eyes. He swallowed thickly, giving the camera a tight-lipped smile as the reporters all began yelling in earnest, no longer focused on the invasion but rather on them.