#dark batman

The man of steel, Superman. He was a work of art, a god made flesh. He would look beautiful, collared and begging at his feet. The power that would course through his veins....

The Bat watches through his collection of hidden cameras as the Adonis pretends to be a simple mortal. Kal-El is completely nude, Bruce's future dildo hanging heavy even while soft. Bruce massages his own pecs, teasing his nipples as he continues to observe. He's dipping a single finger into his wet hole, pinching his labia as he plays with himself. He imagines it's Kal teasing him, begging for the chance to worship Bruce's pussy.

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Silly Bat

Kal keeps up the charade of being unaware of the cameras and the mysterious Bats thirst for him. He shifts as his cock takes interest in the wet noises of his stalkers pleasure. Kal finishes the dishes before going to the living room.

He puts on a Batman porno as cover, taking his cock in hand and stroking in time with the wet noises he's focused on. Neither of them say anything as they reach orgasm.

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The Bat crouches on top of a certain apartment building, listening through his portable monitors as the kryptonite laced knockout gas settles. He drops through the other hero's hidden entrance directly into his bedroom.

Superman is sprawled out, naked, raised green and black veins unfortunately marring his normally perfect skin. Batman briefly indulges himself in stroking that gorgeous cock, feeling the weight of it, mouth watering, as it easily gets nice and hard. The glowing blue collar locks around Kal's throat, other restraints only being added as needed for easy transport.

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Clark keeps up the charade of unconsciousness even as he can feel the side effects of the green Kryptonite fade mid transportation. He wasn't expecting the aggressiveness of the Bat's attack, but he's curious enough to let the Bat think he's won for now. He remains limp even as he's carried through a cool area and laid out on a too large bed.

Does the bat have other lovers? He guesses it doesn't matter since he won't after Clark is done with him. The bat doesn't even bother to restrain him further. How insulting. He was imagining he'd at least try to chain him up until he was sure that Kal was well and truly pussy whipped.

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Bruce couldn't believe how well this was working. He was crawling across the master bed an about to see how that gorgeous dick tasted when suddenly he's flipped and pinned under Superman. The Kryptonian was easily pinning him down with one hand while the other worked on the collar. His leg shifts to press up between Bruce's legs, making him hump Superman's thigh while he tries to struggle.

With a pop the collar releases, eyes glowing red as he throws it across the room, hand clamping tighter. "Did you honestly think you could pull this off little bat? If you're that much of a desperate slut, then all you had to do was ask."

Too big fingers begin unceremoniously fucking his pussy, the hand around his throat lets him catch just enough air to keep him half conscious. Just as he's about to cum, a hard spank shocks him back from the edge. He lets out a desperate keen as Kal pulls away from him completely, looking down on his gasping, sprawled form with something like disgust. "Humans....You wanted a taste didn't you pet?"

That monster cock is slowly rutting against his face. Bruce opens his mouth and starts messily licking anything he can reach, feeling the veins pulse in response to his ministrations. He begins to reach down his own body before he's stopped by a firm grip. "You think a whore like you matters more than me right now?"

He's repositioned and slapped by the monster cock repeatedly, cunt gushing wetly at the humiliation, spit and precum mixing across his face. "Take a deep breath and open up your face cunt whore."

He's being smothered by Kal's balls, delayed gag reflex massaging the cock buried in his throat. It's pulled out painfully slowly before slamming home hard enough that his entire body jars harshly. The torment seems endless, rare opportunities to breath the only sign he's not just a toy. Finally hot, metallic, liquid ozone floods his stuffed mouth. He can't swallow fast enough, cum flooding his nose and leaking from his lips. He's left to cough, staring in growing horror and arousal at the still hard messy cock.

A hand on the back of his neck forces him on all fours, a stinging slap to his ass his only warning as he's being fingered again, but this time they're vibrating. The helplessness and intentional ignoring of his clit makes something metaphorically snap. He falls into an obscene arch, voice going high and begging. "Please......"

The fingering speeds up, Kal sounding almost fond as he runs a hand through Bruce's hair. "Such a good slut. I'm going to fuck every last braincell out of that head of yours."

Bruce's orgasm is painfully intense, Kal shoving balls deep, literally buried in Bruce's womb in one go. Every centimeter of Bruce's inner walls are being pressed, sensative nerves being crushed under the weight of that Kryptonian Cock. His clit is being painfully spanked from the force of Kal's thrusts.

(This is also a Bruce with no ties to the wider superhero community, staying Gotham’s dark shadow and myth.)

And each “identity” is one of Dick’s brothers because each time he’s deaged, his memories get mixed up and he takes on the name of people he met in his "past" life, hallucinating his previous incarnation as a person he would have become if Bruce didn’t deage him

There are other superheroes in Gotham but they’re not associated with the Bat. Like Batwoman and Batgirl have different mantles. Spoiler stays solo and so does Huntress, Black Canary, etc The Birds of Prey do not work with the Bats and probably call themselves something different.

Only Cass is still associated with Bruce, but thinks Tim (aka Dick’s third identity) is mentally unwell and requires Bruce to keeps him semi-isolated and monitored. "Tim" then “disappears” after a bad fight with Bruce and leaves behind a message for Cass not to find him.

Bruce than introduces her to Damian (Dick’s fourth identity) who claims he ran Tim out. Cass, heartbroken her brother is gone and doesn’t want contact, leaves Gotham to find herself. Leaving Damian alone with Bruce.

Three years pass.

Dimension traveling variants of our lovely BatBros + Bruce from a semi-canon-compliant Good Dad!Bruce universe appear and ask this universe’s Batman for help to get home.

And Awful!Bruce agrees as he doesn’t want them to interact with the wider superhero community.

BatBros + Good!Bruce then discover Damian, who is hallucinating his brothers. Awful!Bruce spins them a sob story: that all his previous sons died in an explosion and Damian is so traumatized, he keeps forgetting and pretending they’re alive. That’s also why Cass isn’t around.

The Good!Fam take it at semi-face value. It definitely explains why Awful!Bruce is so off and isolated. After all, Bruce nearly loses it after Jason died. If all three were to go at once in such a violent fashion it traumatizes Damian so severely, of course Batman won't be fairing much better.

But then things just...stop adding up. Damian too off. The few files they have access to in the Batcave don't make a lot of sense. And where the hell is Alfred?

Determined to uncover the truth, they decide to go digging.

You're so small in his arms. A small bundle wrapped in a light yellow blanket, knitted so lovingly by your mother charred and smudged with soot and ash.

Your fingers curl into a tight grip on his pointer finger as you whimper behind the oxygen mask secured on your little face. Part of an emergency kit he keeps on him, a small tank of oxygen just enough to help a person who is struggling to breathe.

Bruce has never held a child so small, at least not one as precious as you. Sure, he's kissed babies cheeks for the press and smiled indulgently at young children on the street when they wave at him.

But you're different. Your eyes are glazed over with tears, your skin warm from the fire that blazes behind both of you. Your hair lays over your forehead in that baby-soft way that hair is, its long and he brushes a curl away from your eye as you quietly fuss.

The arson behind Bruce is one of his concerns, for sure. A work of Firefly, destruction without meaning and the loss of innocent lives that can never be brought back.

He's not a total sociopath, he's devastated that he was not able to help those poor people...But... When he looks at you and sees a million things, an entire universe, a child who must be some sort of familial soulmate to him with how much he yearns to keep you in his arms forever; it's hard not to think that the loss of life was worth it, if it means Bruce got to meet you.

He slinks away from the crime scene as firefighters pull in, lurking in the darkness and watching with keen eyes as they work tirelessly to put out the fire. He knows that when the embers have cooled, and the dead have been found, that one body will be unaccounted for.

They will assume you were lost among the rubble, and your grave will be left empty.

He pulls his cape around you, and ducks away into the darkness. The batmobile waits, and hums to life without input when Bruce reaches it. He hesitates, a part of him that still is Bruce and not quite Batman, panics. He doesn't have a car seat.

The batmobile has autopilot, yes, but the thought of getting into a possible accident with you makes his skin crawl. He sends the car away, and takes off at a brisk pace through the dark streets of Gotham.

He'll walk the whole way if he has to. If it means he can hold you in his arms, safe and sound.

Just something short and sweet for a warmup while I work on the Vampire story <3 I know it's been a long time coming, but I hope this will satisfy you for a bit <3