Lol, I'm not even a proper superbat fan (of any kind, really ā as I've never been obsessed), but I can't stop thinking that Got7's āTidal Waveā is the perfect song for these couples. Mainly because of the line āYou are my kryptoniteā , but the longing in this song also fits the vibe that I get from all the different couples.
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I actually really like clarkdick/superwing itās just unpopular šššš itās so peak trust me
Imagine them having to pretend to be normal during JL meetingsā¦. Worrying what Bruce thinksā¦. (The size differenceā¦..) the uncle/nephew of it all. The hero worshipā¦.. the fact that theyāre connected because dickās hero identity is from CLARKās cultureā¦.. ugh. Sickening.
For Tim: Stephanie or even Cassandra Sandsmark or Arrowette;
For Jason: Roy Harper or Artemis.
Barry's eyes widened in surprise. "Anon...you know Iris is my wife, right? Caitlin and I are just friends..."
Wally winced. "Uhh...me and Donna didn't really...work as a couple. It just caused too much friction with the team..." He straightened a little at the mention of Artemis. "Artemis and I didn't really get along at first, but..." He blushed. "I think that's changed..."
Dick sputtered indignantly. "Kara?! I could never date my father's husband's cousin! That would be...gross!" He was sort of kidding...allegedly. "Now, Star..." He grinned, tipping his head. "Well, you know how I have a weakness for redheads...."
Tim spits out his coffee. "Why would you ask me something like that?" Jason smacked him on the back of the head. "Ow! Well, they know Steph is my ex, don't they?!"
"Just answer the question, nerd." Jason growled.
Tim cleared his throat. "Ahem - fine." He looks like he's really interested in making sure he cleans all the coffee off the table - avoiding eye contact. "Steph is... a great partner - friend! Friend. It just... wasn't the best...match. Cissie and I are friends. Nothing more. As for Cassie...that was more just trauma bonding...." He elbowed Jason. "Okay, your turn."
Jason cleared his throat dramatically. "Smash."
"Jason!" Dick complained.
"What?! Smash." Jason insisted. "Hey, if I marry Roy, I get to adopt Lian, right? Yeah. Smash."
Dick suddenly perked up. "That would automatically make me her favorite uncle!" He pushed Jason. "Okay, yeah, you should marry Roy." Jason just grinned.
//Side note, mun loves snowbarry. I am also just a straight-up shipping whore so if there's someone who wants to play with / try any of these ships, I'm down. That's what the multiverse is for, right??
Because that's how I wanna draw him. He's lean muscle šŖš½
Here, he's like, 19 and in college (this is him meeting Clark Kent at a club [superwing shippers wru?]). I drew him tiny because he's not currently a vigilante and hasnt been training gym that hard so his shoulders aren't broad anymore.
In this one, I drew Damian at 20 and Dick at, like, 40. Obviously he's filled out much more.
All in all, nonny, it just depends how I'm feeling and how big I wanna draw him, really. šŖš½
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I've been having a really really hard time writing lately, and at the same time I always feel better when I actually get myself to write at least a little bit, so!! Behold, a couple of paragraphs from a longstanding clarkdick wip I worked on for the first time in almost six months <3
The context for this one: Bruce went out for dinner, leaving Dick home alone, and asked Clark to come over and babysit. Dick doesn't need a babysitter, and as annoyed as he is that Bruce is doing this nonsense, he's more than happy to have it be Clark that Bruce asked to babysit; Bruce has no idea that they've been secretly dating for months now.
CW: underage [Dick is 16]; xenocock [Clark has a knot]
āHeās left,ā Clark said just as they turned down the hallway that held the door to Dickās bedroom, tilting his head ever so slightly in the direction of the front entryway.
Before the words fully left his mouth, Dick crashed into him, pressing him into the wall with one hand on Clarkās hip while the other reached up to pull him down enough that Dick could kiss him. Even with Clark chuckling and leaning down to meet him, Dick still had to rise up onto his toes for that kiss. A flood of warmth shot through him the moment their lips connected, and Dick couldnāt help the hum of pleasure that escaped him as he moved his hands to squeeze Clarkās shoulders.
When they broke for breath, Dick hoisted himself up to wrap his legs around Clarkās waist, Clark catching him with a practiced ease before spinning them around so that Dickās back was to the wall as Clark leaned in to kiss him again. For a blessed moment, all of Dickās senses centered in on the heat radiating from Clarkās mouth. He was always so warm, so enticing, so comfortable, that it was hard for Dick to be anything other than joyous whenever he got to kiss Clark one more time. Then he had to readjust his legs, because Clarkās bag was digging into his inner thigh and not at all conducive to what he had planned next.
Clark chuckled, pulling back just enough to let his bag slide from his shoulder to the floor, moving so that Dickās hips were more level with his. Dick nipped at Clarkās bottom lip and rolled his hips, bringing his rapidly hardening cock into contact with Clarkās and relishing in the soft exhale he got in response. So he did it again, rutting against Clark as he pressed his tongue further into Clarkās mouth and tangled his fingers in his hair.
After an especially hard thrust, Clark dug his fingers into Dickās hips to hold him still.
Dick broke the kiss to grin up at him. āI missed you.ā
Clark shook his head, but his smile betrayed him as he replied, āI missed you too, sweetheart.ā He paused, his eyes roaming over Dick and making Dick squirm with self-consciousness in his arms. āDid you take care of the cameras?ā
āYeah,ā Dick said, tamping down his urge to duck his head, āI looped this hallway after lunch, and Iāll unloop it before patrol. We wonāt get caught.ā
āGood boy.ā Clark leaned in to kiss along Dickās jaw, and Dickās eyes fluttered closed as he raised his chin so that Clark could kiss down his throat.
He couldnāt hold back his moan, nor could he stop his hips from bucking up into Clark; Clark hummed against the soft flesh of Dickās throat and bared his teeth, giving a light bite to the bare skin just above Dickās collar before turning to bite harder into Dickās shoulder over the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Dickās fingers tightened involuntarily in Clarkās hair, making him look up with a raised eyebrow. Dick felt his face go even hotter; before he could look away, Clark captured his mouth once more. Dick found he almost didnāt mind that a little whine escaped him, not when Clark was the one to draw it out.
āWhat do you want to do tonight, darling?ā Clark asked softly, his breath ghosting against Dickās lips and sending a shiver down his spine.
āI want to do everything,ā Dick breathed back, coming in for a quick kiss before continuing, āI know we canāt risk it inside the Manor, but what if we went out into the grounds, or down to the lake house, or something? I know where all the camerasā blind spots are. We can be careful.ā
Clark kissed him again before replying, this time softer and yet still taking every ounce of Dickās breath from his lungs. āHow would you like to go flying?ā
It took Dick a second or two to catch his meaning, and the moment he did, he wriggled out of Clarkās arms to sprint to his bedroom. He stripped off his jeans and boxers to pull on the booty shorts heād tossed by the hamper after training, then strode across the floor to his desk to grab his backup utility belt. After a quick check of the relevant compartments, he clipped it on overtop his T-shirt.
āWhatās all this?ā Clark asked as he watched from the doorway, his arms crossed in that casual way that subtly showed off his shoulders.
āWeāll need lube, and itās easier to get in and out of shorts than jeans.ā Dick glanced back and pointedly cocked his hip, delighting in how red Clarkās face went, though his eyes continued to rove along the lines of Dickās body without any semblance of shame. āAlso, Babs helped me pick these out. Do you like them?ā
He spun on the ball of one foot, arching his back so that the shorts rode up ever so slightly. They hardly covered his ass before; with how Clark was now staring, they were definitely worth the cost. Dick made a mental note to thank Babs later. That was twice now her fashion advice had helped him out.
āThey look great,ā Clark managed.
Though his voice sounded strangled, Dick could clearly see Clarkās hard knot pulse under his jeans as his cock twitched to attention in what little space it had. Dickās own cock gave a solid throb in response, raising the hemline of his shorts such that Dick had to tug them down to avoid exposing himself. Not that Clark would mind; Dick knew just how much Clark enjoyed helping him undress, but he also knew that if they didnāt get outside the walls of the Manor ASAP, their moaning and panting would be caught on the cameras in the room next door, which could only result in Bruce discovering their relationship.
That absolutely could not happen, not until Dick was of age.
