#top clark

Bruce is 100% on the autism spectrum, probably on the extreme side of it,he has many stims,and when he reaches his tipping point,it gets ugly

Bruce is somewhere around 5'11-6'0 on the height scale and he wears platform boots and padded armour to seem bigger/taller than he actually is

Bruce rarely ever talks loudly when he's not being batman/Brucie. He's a chronic mumbler (like me ✨)

Bruce deals with some type of MPD/DID

Bruce is definitely on the leaner side of muscles rather than having a gym bro bod, it keeps him light on feet and agile.

Clark definitely has a more full and broader frame, quite similar to gym bro bod type, he's just comically large

Bruce and Alfred have a weekly tradition where Alfred would sit Bruce down and massage and oil Bruce's scalp,it always ends with Bruce falling asleep on Alfred's legs; this is their bonding time and no one interferes on this ever

Alfred routinely calls Bruce darling boy/love

Bruce loves Alfred's cooking the most

Alfred adores Clark, he's always been grateful that Clark was able to bring the brightness in Bruce back

Clark makes absolutely shitty dad jokes

Clark was a secretly rebellious teen,he had done everything in smallville,from drugs to sex, everything.

Bruce is extremely agrophobic, but like every other problem in his life he forces himself to just bear it.

Clark has a bad habit of getting mean when he's really angry,tho it is a rare event,but when it happens, it's quite catastrophic

Bruce has the most pitiful saddest puppy eyes ever,he always looks like he's on the verge of crying,and it makes Clark all the more protective of him

Clark loves to eat steel/copper the most

Clark is very articulate with his words and sometimes surprises Bruce with the elegance of his words

Clark has a naturally deep voice,he consciously uses a higher pitched voice to sound more approachable and non threatening,his real voice on the other hand is really deep (and it gets Bruce so weak in the knees)

Clark, being the most devoted lover/husband that he is, learned all the medical practices necessary to always know how to heal Bruce. When Bruce found out,he just couldn't believe that Clark would do something like that for him. He cried ugly that day,floored with the realisation of depth of Clark's love for him

Bruce learned kryptonian to flawless accuracy,and all and every file in the fortress over the course of decades just to know everything about Clark. And he celebrated one of Krypton's national holidays with him, it was very emotional

Clark loves to collect little trinkets from all over the world

Clark has many kryptonian courting instincts,that get worse whenever Bruce is around

Bruce hates stepping outside in the sun, he's a vampire deep down in his heart lol

Bruce is a chronic cloth stealer, it's his love language,he has at least 10 of Alfred's clothes and his kids sweaters and the worst of all, he has taken over all of Clark's closet,and whenever he's at home he looks like a homeless raccoon dressed in a shirt 2 times bigger than him

Bruce has made a sensory deprivation chamber for whenever Clark gets overstimulated

Clark has a rule of taking off every Saturday for their mandatory weekly dates,and they both love it

Bruce has a journal of all of the sticky notes that Clark leaves him, filled with lovely little messages and poems that Clark wrote for him

Clark has a million photos of Bruce saved in his phone

They have 3 weddings,one in smallville, another a grand wedding as to match their status,and last a very intimate kryptonian wedding that seals them as mates for life

For their kryptonian wedding Bruce wore a gorgeous black kryptonian wedding gown and Clark wore the kryptonian traditional royal wedding suit

Clark is hella possessive of Bruce,and he can be quite terrifying if provoked

Gotham absolutely adores their power couple

Clark regularly buys and gifts Bruce minimalistic jewellery

Despite common belief,it doesn't take Clark a lot of time to be integrated in the batfam,the kids have always been close to him,and fairly quickly they are comfortably calling him their dad

They call Bruce every variation of both mom and dad

Clark is the most stereotypical 2000s dad ever, he loves football and plays with his kids,he unironically calls them champs,he takes them on fishing trips and was also once caught sleeping on the sofa with a football game running in the background in the stereotypical dad pose; he was never able to live it down,the moment was captured in a photo and hung on the wall

Clark is very hairy and has a well maintained beard,and Bruce loves his rugged look a lot

Bruce is a lot lenient with the kids,like he'd let them get away with many things, even disrespecting him

Clark on the other hand doesn't take their shit at all, he's a disciplinarian and also quite strict,and he absolutely doesn't let them get away with disrespecting Bruce. And it gets clear very quickly that an angry dad Clark is not something you can play with

Ma and pa Kent were enamored with Bruce from the first meeting and essentially adopted him as their kid; Bruce calls them ma and pa

Ma and pa Kent absolutely spoil all the kids

Clark totally gives Bruce full princess treatment

While Bruce's love language is gift giving,his more likely love language is acts of service

Bruce cooks a lot for Clark, always making Clark's favourite food and whatnot

Clark is an absolute sap,and he's not ashamed about it in the least,he could and would talk for hours about Bruce

Contrary to popular belief, Clark does NOT take Bruce's shit silently,he makes sure to talk it out with Bruce, doesn't matter if Bruce wants it or not, and he knows how to keep Bruce in track

Clark is a pro guitarist,he loves playing it and he constantly plays and sings for Bruce, Bruce absolutely loves his voice

Bruce when he finally gets completely comfortable with Clark starts showing his true colours,and the truth is he's heavily spoiled, he'd often act like a spoiled brat to get his way and Clark adores him for that

Bruce is a csa survivor, he's also been assaulted multiple times in his adulthood

Bruce has been dealing with crazy creepy stalkers since he was a teen

Bruce has tried multiple times to end his life,and there were many instances where he came very close to death

Clark is a silent crier, he rarely ever breaks down but when he does,he becomes almost invisibly silent

Clark despite being a very physical person rarely ever got to feel regular hugs and kisses from people,except his ma and pa,well it was before he got into a relationship with Bruce, because afterwards Bruce gave him full permission to cling to him like a leech

Once the fortress finds out that Bruce is Clark's partner and just how crazy Clark is about Bruce,the fortress gets extremely protective of Bruce

Bruce usually sleeps military style in the bed,but when he's genuinely comfortable and feels safe with Clark,he sleeps on top of him curled up into a shrimp

Clark floats in his sleep and he holds Bruce extra tight subconsciously as to not drop him

Clark HATES tuna

Clark gets possessive very easily, It's integrated into his kryptonian instincts; he's always been somewhat of a guard dog

Clark regularly takes Bruce out on walks,and not regular walks,no he'd fly them to different countries and continents,where they'd do nothing but just walk the streets and take in the beauty of nature

Clark has a 101 petnames for Bruce and he can say the cheesiest cringiest things with a straight face,he once unironically called bruce umpy pumpy pumpkin pie infront of the kids and was rewarded with a football to his face by one of their kids

Bruce has an overdramatic-I-just-murdered-my-husband-robe which he loves to wear

But some of Clark's regular petnames for Bruce are baby/princess/dollface/love/kitten

Bruce's favourite petnames to call Clark are honey/babe/handsome/Kansas /darling

After Damian all the pets love Clark the most

Bruce is best friends with ivy, harley and Selina, and he'd regularly go on girls trips with them, and spoil them all. They also gossip about all the other rouges and their partners with each other

NSFW

Bruce is a virgin, he's only ever kissed people and his first kiss was Selina

Clark is, contrary to popular belief, well experienced in sex, not to say that he had crazy amount of sex,but he still has a healthy amount of experience

Clark has alien appendage, he was able to synthesize a lifelike replica of human phallus that helped him to cover his actual phallus

He has two huge tentacle like dicks,one meant to lay eggs into his mate to incubate, another to pleasure them

Clark's tongue is larger and longer than humans

Clark has a huge sexual appetite,and because of his inexhaustible physiology it takes him hours to even feel a tinge of satisfaction

Clark and Bruce have a system that Clark gets a freedom day every week,that day Clark can fuck Bruce well after Bruce can handle usually and is also free to use him after Bruce has passed out

Clark is a tease in bed, he'd usually edge Bruce for hours, worshipping him with his mouth overstimulating him until he's delirious from pleasure and only after them he'd actually fuck him

Bruce is a huge exhibitionist and they had had many sexacapdes in fairly semi public places

They're some kinky mfs

They've also done many high risk roleplays, mainly containing non-con roleplays, cheating fantasies and hunting

Clark is disgustingly obsessed with Bruce's smell and can get off just with Bruce's smell

Bruce is stupid horny for Clark's muscles and effortless strength

Clark can take Bruce down to subspace fairly easily

Clark is stronger than Bruce even under the influence of blue K,and it ends in Bruce being bed bound for 2 days(sorry anon for taking this)

They've fucked at every surface of the manor and Clark's apartment and the fortress of solitude and even on daily planet's logo,and on the bat signal and on countless rooftops

Clark is very open about PDA and the kids have been scarred many times, hearing Clark say the raunchiest things to their mom and also saw them getting cozy; it always ends in the kids screaming their lungs out at them for being disgusting

Lois has once unironically heard them having sex, because Clark instead of doing an interview with Bruce ended up fucking him and forgot to stop the recorder; Lois was merciless about it for months

They have a sex dungeon in the manor; it is soundproof and full of the kinkiest possible sex toys and devices, the room is also equipped with red sunlight,for when Clark wants to go all out and fuck Bruce without holding back at all

Bruce has nipple and cunt piercings,and Clark is an absolute dog about it

Bruce is very awkward in asking for anything sexual from Clark and he often gets frustrated easily at his incapability to voice out his desires,and it always ends in Bruce on Clark's lap clinging to him

Clark always makes Bruce voice out what he wants or else he'll edge him forever,it infuriates Bruce to no end,but he can never win against Clark

Whenever they're apart from each other for more than a week at a time,then after reuniting they both disappear for a day or two and come back with a beaming Clark and recently got mauled looking Bruce, both are very happy after that

Clark has brought/buys Bruce a lot of lingerie and early 2000s sexy roleplay costumes

Bruce got a hysterectomy after they were fully sure that they don't want any more kids

Bruce loves feeling small and protected whenever he's with Clark,and Clark loves it equally; always trying to show off in front of Bruce and making him feel dainty

Bruce gets baby fevers very very often and Clark always has to fuck him stupid to satiate his cravings

Clark is absolutely insatiable in summers, always ringing Bruce down with his sex drive

Whenever Clark gets overstimulated with all the problems in the world, Bruce would take them to the sex dungeon,cover Clark's eyes and ears with kryptonite laced blindfold and earplugs and ride the living daylights out of Clark until he's satisfied

Clark has lifelike replica robots of himself in the fortress, which they also use whenever Bruce wants to get fucked by both of them

Clark loves Bruce's tits the most,he loves to torture them and see them bounce

Whenever they've cramped schedules Clark's favourite thing is cock warming, he'd just work for hours with Bruce on his lap acting as his cock warmer

Clark loves to leave marks on Bruce,and not any marks,the marks he leaves makes it look like Bruce is abused at his home,huge bruises, hickeys and handprints

Clark is in love with Bruce in his batsuit,so Bruce made a special suit just for them to fuck; it is extremely flattering and sexualising

Bruce loves the feeling of going cock dumb with his mind completely empty whenever Clark fucks him into oblivion

Bruce is a chronic biter, whenever he's deep in thoughts he'd subconsciously start to chew on Clark's finger and arms, Clark doesn't care he lets him do whatever

Whenever Clark wants to be close to Bruce and initiate skinship without making it sexual, he'll get rid of his own shirt and burrow inside Bruce's shirt/top and lay on his chest, Bruce is used to his weird habit

With proper precaution, Clark using his heat vision seared his insignia on Bruce's thighs, branding Bruce as his

Bruce loves whenever Clark pulls his hair, honestly he loves whenever Clark is rough with him, treating him like nothing but a cheap toy to fuck

Clark loves that he can be free with Bruce and stop himself from holding back on his powers, he always marvels that Bruce made himself a safe space for Clark to let out all of his frustration and anger,he loves that Bruce doesn't mind when Clark gets rough and uses him

Though Kal loved what he had found in Kansas, he… he couldn't stay there forever. The Kents had been so kind to him, in a way that has stuck with him the most out of any other interaction he's had with humans thus far. But he cannot go back there, not without giving up the bit of himself that he's been trying to carve out since Krypton was a distant star behind him and Earth was in a different solar system entirely. Not with poor Martha having passed away in that home, stuck in between memory and hallucination. It was best, for her memory, that he moved on. If her spirit is stuck in this world it is for the best that he not be the hook binding her; no longer stuck waiting for an angel that could never bring her anything more than regret.

For some reason—a very specific one, perhaps—Gotham was sticking to him just as much as Kansas had.

A city of rain and ache and angry fear coiled tight like a fist. Kal views pieces of himself within that quiet violence. They both were beings lost to themselves. Fighting to be found again.

It had scared him, at first.

Now he has grown to appreciate the mirror image. Gotham is beautiful, just as she is violent. She is growing kinder, or at least less hostile, every day thanks to the Batman. Kal can only admire that.

The sun is setting.

It leaves Kal-El, as it always does when the sun sets, a touch breathless. Like his lungs can't fill to their full capacity anymore. When he'd first landed on Earth he'd panicked, Kryptonian senses feeling everything and nothing all at once.

When the moon came, the effects lessened—not much. Not at all, but it felt like the power thrumming beneath his veins was leaving him. It had taken Sol a long time to comfort him, to let him know that he was still powerful, he was still safe.

Kal does not panic anymore, but a twinge of cold-tipped fear pulses through him all the same. The Gotham sun was already sparing, and it never felt like he got enough energy from it, especially not on rainy days.

Sol had assured him, years ago, that he was at a suitable efficiency level. But he also had, when Kal implored further, admitted that Gotham was a slow siphon. Sol had also said if he, under the full unadulterated Kansas sun, had been at 100%, then him in Gotham after these three years left him at… 75%.

Right now, Sol paints the edges of the sky with his beautiful incandescence. Dots of him flicker in and out of view, flowing with the wind before petering off into nothing. Sturdier wisps float around like the long petals of a spider lily, some even going as far as to tickle his cheeks.

He'd have to leave eventually to find an unpolluted sky to sunbathe under, but Sol's solar energy panels would be able to make due for months before it was a true issue.

Not to mention the fact that Kal could be anywhere in the world in a matter of minutes, if he truly needed it.

Kal didn't much want to, these days.

No, he was here willingly. Happily, despite the fear, despite the breathlessness.

Because here is where his heart is.

"Kal," a gruff voice bites through the darkness, like a glint of a feral wolf's teeth in the black of night. "It's late. Come on."

Bruce is leaning casually against some scaffolding, one of his large hands tucked in his pocket. The other is brushing a mix of oil and metal dust from his torso. His favorite pair of sunglasses sit primly on his nose despite the fading light, and Kal can't help but smile at the sight of him.

He'd been working on something, something Kal truthfully didn't understand but could admire the magnificence of. It was for his city, his home, so Kal could appreciate all the work Bruce was putting into it as well. It reminded him of his long lost parents, in a way, always wanting to strive for something better regardless of what might stand in the way.

But it had meant that, when Kal dropped down from the sky some odd five hours ago, Bruce had brusquely pointed over his shoulder to send him away again.

Kal had not gone away.

He'd mumbled something litigious under his breath, which ultimately became an assent, and left to float a few levels higher so he could sit. And wait.

"Alright," he says, quietly, now.

Sol retracts from around his shoulders, having offered a warm comfort as the sun slowly left.

It leaves Kal dressed casually in a black hoodie that is quite too large for him, and a pair of loose, soft pants that cinch at his hips and ankles. Both gifts, from Bruce. "Has everything been completed to your liking?"

He approaches Bruce with an air of familiarity, feet floating inches from the metal beam. Bruce watches him in the same way he always does, as if he's contemplating what Kal's reaction speed would reach if he were to suddenly strike out.

Not malicious. Just… painfully curious. Emphasis on pain.

Bruce, however, does not suddenly strike out. He gently lifts a hand to place it on Kal's shoulder, squeezing. It's a massive thing, would break someone of Kal's size if he wasn't from the stars like he was. As it stands, it's just another source of warmth that Kal soaks in greedily, like a black hole consuming the universe.

"Not yet." Bruce doesn't elaborate on that further. Instead, he says, "I told you to go home so you wouldn't have to wait. Next time go save a cat in a burning tree or something."

"I wanted to wait," Kal rebuffs. "I don't mind waiting for you. Our time is limited."

Bruce's hand drops.

Kal looks down at it, and slowly frowns. For a heartbeat, it lays stagnant there, at Bruce's side. But then Bruce eases his shoulder back, rolling and stretching until his limbs are looser. He looks up, off into the horizon broken up by the shapes of skyscrapers and old buildings.

When he speaks, his voice has gentled to something that Kal melts for. "C'mon already. I'm fucking hungry."

Kal floats down while Bruce takes the long way: first a mechanical elevator, then a few floors of stairs. By the time he makes it down, the sun has set, the shadows have crept from the alleys of Gotham, and Kal is burrowing his head inside of his immense hoodie like a small animal preparing for its hibernation.

Bruce doesn't greet him. Instead, he just gives Kal a once over and then turns sharply, lumbering down the street. Expecting Kal to follow, as he always does.

And, as always, Kal does.

They don't speak, one simply gliding after the other. Bruce's footsteps are heavy, clunky almost, if not for the way Bruce can control his body down to the tiniest of muscles. His footsteps simply announce his arrival, Kal is entirely silent in comparison. Never a full step touching down against the sidewalk.

They trek through the industrial district, unafraid as stray dogs howl at the moon. Unblinking as cans roll and kick across pavement, announcing hidden shadows before they can jump out and try to attack.

Not that they would. Even without Bruce's imposing figure cutting through the night, Kal is with him. He has, perhaps, gained a sort of reputation, one brought forth by the ominous glare of fire-like Kryptonic dust surrounding him like the haze of a dying candle, and the sharp glint of red in his eyes when he looks right through a person, all the way down to the marrow in their bones.

He'd heard someone say, once, that he was scary. They'd seen him take a machete across his neck without blinking, knowing the human steel would not hurt him. He didn't feel very 'scary', not when it was hard to find words to speak or when it hurt to straighten his spine some days.

But, for now, it worked out in his favor. Gotham wasn't very kind, after all. She was a living being, bleeding through its pores ceaselessly. She attacked threats like a wounded animal.

Kal understood. He didn't take it personally, usually. But… for some reason, in the last few days, he was sensitive to it.

He glances over his shoulder, out into the expanse they've already crossed, a wide distance between them and Bruce's worksite. It's too open here. Kal nudges closer, just an inch, in case a shadow morphs into a body that tries to claw its way between them.

"Put that away already," Bruce grunts. His eyes are still forward, but his shoulders have gone tense again.

"Hm?"

Kal glances down, and then hisses in surprise when he sees Sol beginning to leak out from beneath his hoodie like a bloody wound. He presses his hand tight against his belly, where Sol was beginning to congregate. The dust shudders at the indirect contact, and then compacts properly back into his armor, which had also been retracted to hide itself under his clothes, where it was supposed to be.

Sol...? He asks, in his head. What is wrong?

You are operating below satisfactory parameters , Sol responds, somewhat robotically. Please allow me . . .

Sol pauses. Buffering, in a way. Kal has slowed and, beside him, Bruce has halted to a complete stop. Waiting. Poised like a spring pressed down, ready to launch when released.

You are warm . Sol finalizes his thought. It is concerning .

"I'm always warm," Kal mumbles under his breath. He runs at a higher temperature than humans on average by about ten degrees, Sol knows this.

"Are you hearing something, or what?" Bruce asks. He has one hand curled into a severe fist, as if he is missing the weight of his battle-axe. His eyes dart up, over Kal's head and down the street. "Nearby?"

"No, it's nothing," Kal says. "It's Sol. He is… running a diagnostic."

Bruce lifts an eyebrow. Though he looks combative, his entire body shifts to something calmer as he, too, begins to run his own diagnostic over Kal's countenance, all at once.

It makes him tremble under the full scrutiny of Bruce's gaze, as it always does. Bruce has a calculating look that could make even the mightiest warrior falter, stumbling like a baby taking its first steps before Bruce has even made a move.

Kal is not a mighty warrior, not really. He does the best he can. Which is why, maybe, Bruce is able to pin him so with just a quirk of his brow and a light frown.

Bruce steps forward, muscles furling and flexing until he's stood entirely to his full height. Kal's breath catches as the entirety of Bruce overshadows him like an eclipse across the moon. Though Sol claims he's warm, Kal realizes he'd been truly cold until Bruce is just a breath away from touching him. There's a heat, or maybe some sort of air, radiating from him that tickles across Kal's senses pleasurably.

He'd never felt anything like it before, not even when he's gathered in Bruce's arms on quiet nights. Skin to skin has never felt as gratifying as it did now, in this moment, standing outside the mouth of a yawning alleyway at dusk. Kal's hand aches, suddenly empty and yearning.

"What are his results?" Bruce asks, a heartbeat after stepping into Kal's space. "Don't lie."

"I don't lie," Kal asserts. "I've never lied to you."

"Results."

Stubbornly, Bruce stands like a wall in front of him.

Wordlessly, Kal is trapped against him as he takes note of the roiling feeling beneath his own skin. It's like being boiled, suddenly, and then dipped in an icy lake.

He reaches out to touch and Bruce, surprisingly, lets him. The ice recedes, slow like frost melting from a window.

You require rest and sustenance , Sol speaks, suddenly. Your reserves are low .

Low?

Kal incredulously looks down at himself again. He doesn't feel tired—nor does he feel hungry. All he feels is a strange simmering in his blood and the subtle urge to hold Bruce's hand. The last thing isn't a new feeling, though.

He acts on it anyway, fingertips glancing against Bruce's closed fist before he settles his palm against those rough knuckles.

All at once, that chill has left him. Sol's insisting diagnostic fades with what could almost be a displeased huff. Kal waits a moment longer, to ensure Sol doesn't find anything else strangely wrong with him.

There is nothing, though, but Kal holding Bruce's hand in the dark.

"Sol says we should go home," he says, slowly. "That I am… hungry."

Bruce is silent. His curved nose upturns with the force of his closed-mouth frown. Beneath the sunglasses, his eyes are a swirl of color similar to the deepest part of the unexplored ocean.

"We were already going," he says gruffly, after a moment. "Hurry up."

Bruce tugs their combined hand forward, loosening his grip just enough for their fingers to curl together. It's nothing more than the indexes wrapped together, loose enough that even stepping out of sync will cause the grasp to falter.

But it's a concession. Bruce, like Sol, is worried. Kal guiltily, gratefully, clings to him as he's led home.

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