Sorry For My Brain

Picture Dick just trying to go for a hug from his father because he had a very rough day but instead people keep trying to get between him and Bruce. So he goes for the next best thing… a hug from his favourite hero Superman which also goes wrong

League members thinking Nightwing might be asking for a threesome (which already went horribly wrong the last time another JL member asked—SuperBat was furious and talked about their monogamous closed relationship) and they’re trying so hard to prevent another fight between SuperBat and the Justice League

Fics:

Nightwing is a Home-Wrecker

Fun fact, I'm apparently really bad at writing edging lmao.

Bruce’s body was taut with need, every muscle quivering as hiccups fell endlessly from his lips, tears streaming down his temples and dripping into his sweat-soaked hair. In a pathetically desperate attempt to chase his own pleasure, his hips twitched in a frantic rhythm, lifting off the mattress in search of more. But before he could dare to move too much, a large hand splayed across the expanse of his stomach, pressing him firmly down into the mattress and pinning him under its indomitable strength.

The lips pressed against his swollen clit tugged into a wicked smirk, as the two fingers buried knuckle-deep inside his slick, clenching cunt crooked with devastating precision, pressing into the sensitive bundle of nerves deep within him. A raw, ragged cry was torn from his throat, and he writhed helplessly against the bed as jolts of pleasure shot up his spine. By now, his thighs were drenched in his own arousal, slick smeared across the skin and soaking into the expensive sheets beneath him as a testament to Clark’s relentless, skillful torture. And even then, it wasn’t enough. Not for him, and not for Clark.

“Look how pretty you are when you fall apart, princess,” Clark crooned, focused entirely on Bruce’s ruined expression as he crooked his fingers once again, slowly dragging them against that same, torturous spot. Bruce’s body seized, a choked sob escaping his lips as his hands twisted in the sheets in a pathetic attempt to ground himself. “You want to come for me, hm?” Clark purred, the words a warm puff of air against him before his tongue flicked hard and fast against the swollen, hypersensitive nub.

“Yes, Clark, please,” Bruce begged, his voice a shattered, desperate thing. The words were barely coherent, broken with gasps and sobs. “Please, please, please let me cum, just let me-” He broke off, another sob wracking his frame as pleasure ebbed once again with the pausing of Clark’s fingers. 

Clark’s expression softened at the sight of his pretty little bat, broken and begging beneath him. He brushed his thumb in a slow, soothing circle against Bruce’s smooth, sweat-slick stomach. “Of course, baby,” He murmured, voice dropping low. “Of course you can come,” He soothed, wrapping his lips around Bruce’s clit and beginning to suck with a renewed intensity. His tongue lathing the nub in attention, as his fingers plunged deeper into his dripping cunt. The wet, obscene sounds echoed in the room, mingling with Bruce’s broken cries of desperation. 

Bruce’s head fell backwards against the pillows, hips rolling instinctively into Clark’s touch. Every nerve was a livewire, and he was desperate for relief. He wasn’t even sure how long they’d been there, how many orgasms he’d been denied at Clark’s skillful hands, each one leaving him more shattered than the last. 

Heat pooled low in his belly, burning hotter and hotter with each flick of Clark’s tongue and curl of his long, elegant fingers. One of Bruce’s hands flew forward to tangle in Clark’s thick, dark hair, back arching against the bed as the overwhelming pleasure built and built, until he was finally, finally brought to mind-shattering, soul-shattering orga-

Clark pulled back.

The sudden absence left him reeling. Bruce gasped, hardly able to comprehend more than the fact that he was left horribly, achingly empty. Again. For what felt like the millionth time this evening, he was denied. A frustrated sob fell from his lips as he went boneless against the soaked bed. “C-Clark!”  he wailed miserably. “P-please! I-I can’t, I…ah… need you!”

Aaaallsooooo, do you have any head canons about early relationship Superbat or marriage?

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Aww, thank you so much!!!

Hm, headcanons about early relationship superbat. I had to think for a bit about this.

Clark would absolutely do his best to spoil Bruce rotten. It wouldn't be with the luxurious items he's always surrounded by, or anything of incredible value, but it would be small things: hand-plucked wildflowers, a pastry that sounded delicious, a cheap pair of souvenir sunglasses he saw at a stall during a mission that he purchased because he remembered that Bruce misplaced his designer ones a few days prior.

Bruce, on the other hand, would devote himself entirely to learning as much as he could about Clark, from his physiology to his favourite brand of socks, just to make sure he could be prepared for any possible situation. To others, it just seems like Bruce is overbearing and paranoid. After all, who really needs to know the exact bus route their partner takes and what time it leaves? Clark, on the other hand, sees this for what it is: Bruce wanting to make sure that every variable can be accounted for so that, at the end of the day, Clark can always return to him.

He'd worked on one damn case for nearly a month, and he's drained. Gone are the days where he'd push through, insisting Gotham needed him. Why else would he form an army of children if not the give them the keys and let them have a field day.

Bruce owns a 2-story lakehouse on one of Metropolis' many islands. Did he originally buy it so that Luthor couldn't? Yes. But now, it seems like the perfect vacation spot to settle and unwind for a week or two. He asked Alfred to accompany him, to which the butler reminded him of the hell that would break loose if he did.

It was the perfect time, truly. The sun was no too hot but warm enough for a good tan. The lakehouse didn't need much of a cleanup, and there were plenty of books to entertain. What's more is that the water was almost clear this time of year, enticing in every aspect.

Bruce tugs on his swimming briefs and, after a quick sunbathing session, walks down the dock. He sits at its edge, dipping his toes in the cool water with a sigh. This was the life. If he didn't have to do Batman stuff, this is where he'd be, 365 days a year.

He had to give it to Metropolis, their weather was-- what was that? Bruce scrambles to look over the dock's edge but is met with his own reflection is the clear water. Bruce swears he felt something brush against his foot, something solid.

Maybe that's enough of the water for today. He'd come back tomorrow, maybe go for a swim. He'd just answer emails for the rest of the day.

As he walked back to the house, he failed to turn and spot the pair of sky blue eyes watching him, the being's fins trilling softly, stirring the water, captivated by him.

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Kal had always been attracted to pretty things. It is in his nature. He has observed it in humans too. When he'd been in that terrible aquarium, tight cage and stale food, he'd always been the center of attention : Metropolis' biggest merman. He'd spent his earliest days being cared for by a couple, who raised him to be nice to humans, but he was only ever nice with them. His fierce protectiveness over Martha and Jonathan Kent had resulted in 2 employees being hurt. That was when they decided Kal was too big to continue caring for.

With no preparation or easing into, they released Kal into the wild, inviting hundreds to view the programme. Kal had been excited to explore the new waters, yes, but when he returned to where they'd released him, he was alone.

He roamed the waters, made friends with beings in water, even other merman and mermaids, but he never truly belonged. Even Atlantis, as welcoming as they'd been, had not been the right fit.

He found a lovely island to stay close to. It was secluded but the shore was sandy, no rocks to cut himself against. He could shuffle onto it and relax for a few hours before dipping back into the water. That's become his new life.

Until he heard noises one day, from the house a small distance from his favorite resting place. His sensitive ears picked up on footsteps and words similar to what Martha and Jonathan spoke. He'd not learned much of the language; just enough to entertain.

It took a few hours of waiting before the human finally emerged. A beautiful human. Kal gaped in awe as the man laid down on the sand, right where Kal always did. Skin as pale as the moon, hair black as stones yet shining in the sun, hands smaller than Kal's splayed out at his sides. Kal felt his tail wiggle in excitement under the water.

When the man got up to walk down the dock, Kal hid under it. He could only resist for so long, and when the man dipped his feet into the water, Kal reached out. The skin looked so soft, Kal yearned to feel it. The moment he did, the feet disappeared. Soon after, so did the man.

I want to see that but them as full ass adults

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Like Jason is built like Bruce, he’s huge af so imagine him covering himself in Bruce cape

Bruce: what are you doing?

Jason: it’s cold

Bruce: …

Bruce: my cape doesn’t even cover you

Jason: your point?

Bruce: I guess none

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I feel Dick will fit if he hugs Bruce like a koala

Angry Titans : have you seen Nightwing?

Batman: no

The team walks away searching for him

Batman opening his cape : they are gone

Dick stopping to hug his leg and coming out: thanks

Batman: what did you even did?

Dick: that’s not your business as a leader I’ll handle it

Batman: 🤨

Dick walking away before he spills anything

Gonna start the new year with babygirlifying him to the max!!

Bruce: I stopped a robbery.

Clark: Great job, baby! 🥰

Clark: But don't you do it every night? Why this one is so special? 🤨

Bruce: I was grocery shopping.

Clark: So you didn't wear your armor???!!! 😱

Bruce: No. But don't worry, I only got two stab wounds.

Clark: THATS TWO TOO MANY!!1!!!111

Bruce: Would've been ten but I dodged the other ones.

Bruce: I planned not to get stabbed at all but that wouldn't have been belivable.

Bruce: Bruce Wayne can't fight well.

Clark: PLEASE TELL ME ALFRED PATCHED YOU UP!!!!

Bruce: I did it myself. They were selling a sewing kit at the store.

Clark: HOW WAS THAT MORE BELIVABLE THAN AVOIDING GETTING HURT

Bruce: To be fair, I didn't do a very good job sewing the wound.

Bruce: Looks like an amateur did it.

Bruce: So it's believable.

Clark: IM COMING OVER

Bruce: I'm fine though.

Bruce: You’re already behind me, aren’t you?

They bring food and other supplies they bought using Bruce's card. While Clark cleans the kennels, Damian takes the dogs for walks. Then they play with all the cats and give them plenty of love.

After spending at the shelter all day, they finally return home where Bruce awaits, more worried about this whole situation than he would ever admit.

Clark stays in the back while Damian walks up to Bruce.

"You chose well, father," he only says and goes to his room.

Bruce, turning slowly to Dick: You don't say?

(Bruce: I'm not upset you're pan, I'm upset you're dating him