Thinking about Superbat. Reverse superbat to be more specific. Also leaving specifics aside, the idea of billionaire Clark Kent and Reporter Bruce Wayne is literally eating away at my brain.
Clark still being Clark in his essence and doing everything he could for Gotham from a very young age. Bruce still being Bruce in his essence looking for the truth and trying to get justice for the ppl who deserve it. Something about, Bruce not completely sold on the idea of Clark Kent being a 'not shady' billionaire. Bruce investigating everything abt the Kent Enterprises and finding everything clean. Every single picture Kent has on the net is all smiles and Rainbows, every comment about him on the net filled positively to the verge of making Bruce barf. And ofc, there's Superman. It takes Bruce 2 months to figure out that Superman is the billionaire Clark Kent. How? Bcoz Clark's an idiot, in Bruce’s initial opinion anyway.
After figuring that out, Bruce makes it his personal mission to push Clark to the verge of admitting it, so he does what any sensible and professional journalist does, constantly bombarding Clark Kent for personal interviews. To Bruce’s surprise (and kind of annoyance) Clark accepts every single one of them, and spends hours talking to Bruce. They spend all the time talking about Clark's plan for the company, his opinions on Gotham, his views on meta humans, his childhood, etc. And everyday, patiently, Bruce adds a new string to his theory board, finding out everything about Superman there is to know, bcoz he could be potential threat.
Clark on the other hand is confused about this months long situationship.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/3 - Completed
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson
Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth
Additional Tags: Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson-centric, Hurt Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Gets a Hug, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, Depression, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Batfamily (DCU), Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Tim Drake (DCU), this could be slightly ooc i'm writing after a long break, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, no beta we die like jason todd, Dick Grayson is Bad at Communicating, Caring Batfamily (DCU), They all act kinda weird but they mean well and i'm just rusty, Hallucinations, Hallucinating Dick Grayson, Blood and Injury, i'll tag more as i remember - Freeform
Summary: Dick didn’t enjoy the lying, the thought occurred. He knew they were concerned, they always are, Bruce always is, but sometimes he couldn’t help his nerves. What’s wrong with a harmless white lie? Yes, he’s okay, just a little busy with his job. Of course he’s not overworking himself, he could walk on a physical tightrope in his sleep if he wanted to, so why wouldn’t that balance carry over to his daily life? Yes, he’s making sure to eat all 3 meals every day! But in his case, they weren’t harmless. They don’t need to know that his nightmares had worsened after the day he accidently split someone’s head open.
Characters: Nick Wiseman and f!Button (Kylie Wiseman)
Rating: General
Word Count: 1,251
Summary: Nick and Button dealing with Button's first nightmare after the incident with Hope.
A/N: I kind of wrote this on impulse, and directly on here so this kinda shitty and might be full of typos. I just know that if I wait to post it I will never do so haha. Sry abt the lowk garbage writing I'm extremely rusty 😭🙏🏼
Can be read on Ao3
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3 weeks. That's how long it took for her to break. 21 days 2 hrs 19 minutes to be exact. Of course Nick hadn't been counting or anything, but there was a clock in the back of his mind that never stopped ticking after the incident. She left for school just like any other day, came home with a scowl that Nick had been familiar with since the age of 16; Only now she didn't tell him about any of it directly, simply resigning to the new found frog disection thoughts every time she saw him look at her upset face. She had started staying out later than usual, visiting underground raves as she had told him, but Nick knew all too well that she just waited for him to be asleep when she came home, just so she could have a moment alone with her thoughts.
Nick would love to give her all the privacy she needs, if there was a way he could do that, he would not hesitate even if it killed him, but things had been this way for too long, without Button's voice in his head he only fears for the worst. Her voice was only quiet for 27 minutes that day and doctors had told them, had he been even slightly later, he would've lost her. Ever since that day, the moment he couldn't listen her when he reached out (which he tried to limit so) his chest seized and his skin lost it's color, everything in his mind urging him to rush home just so he isn't late. The incident shouldn't have happened in the first place, and he refused to think it could happen again.
It was a deafening scream when she broke. Nick knew the nightmares were bound to happen, but somehow Kylie had managed to fall asleep in the night and wake up in the morning just like any other day for the past 3 weeks. Nick remembered being unable to sleep the first week after their parents left, but seeing Kylie get accustomed to these new arrangements so quickly had brought him some relief (and some panic abt his sister suppressing her emotions, but he knew he couldn’t comment on that).
Her scream was accompanied with hyperventilation and cold sweats. Nick had rushed to her room with a bottle of water and tissues, wiping her forehead as he gently eased her out of the nightmare and waking her up.
It's okay Button. I'm right here.
Her thoughts weren't coherent, half asleep and half blurred from the nightmare. Her eyes fluttered open, the blue nightlight on her side table the only thing illuminating the room. He figured he shouldn't startle her with too much light, "Nick?"
I can't breathe. Her eyes welling up with tears she had refused to shed the last 3 weeks.
Nick couldn't either.
It's okay, I got you some water, it'll help.
Kylie's voice kept going on and on in his head, a scared tremble to it not leaving at all. Nick found himself holding her hand as she continued tightening her grip, her fear constricting his lungs, his vision blurring. Her thoughts were too scattered, yet Nick couldn't stop himself from picking them up.
Why is she doing this to me? Why are they leaving? I'm scared, I can't breathe. I can't move my body. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Nick it's all my fault. Please stop it I'm scared.
He kept wiping her face, sweat forming again as soon as he wiped it off. He sent her gentle nudges in her head, trying to calm her down, her breathing evening out as her racing thoughts found a centre.
Why did they abandon us?
His chest tightened in a familiar taut. Button had a habit of saying things after going around them in a circle, "They packed their bags real quick.", "Mom and Dad sure had a place all ready.", "Good Riddance." But never ever direct. Even in her thoughts, she had made a habit of herself to think as she spoke, any ment around her would think she was speaking her thoughts freely. Listening to her say what they both felt only made him shudder.
Nick knew they didn't "abandon" them. He knew why mom and dad had to leave, he knew that Kylie knew that too. And here they both were, feeling they did so anyway. Nick was not as good a son their parents loved to think, he mused. There was nothing to forgive, but he forgave them anyway; Yet here he was, sitting by his sister's bed wondering how to answer the question she asked out of her raw, vulnerable emotions. She was looking at him, no thoughts inside her head (which was not true. Both of them were just thinking the same thing) as her tears stained the pillow beneath her.
"You know why." He said out loud. He couldn’t get himself to say "they didn't". It didn't sit right with him to tell her that when she felt abandoned.
I miss the jumble sandwiches mom made.
Nick let out a wet chuckle, letting a few tears roll down his face (he didn’t let them. It just became hard to breathe without), funny how he was thinking the same thing.
"I miss her scolding us about taking the leftovers saved for dad."
I didn't mean it you know. That day.
I know.
I don't even remember what we were fighting about.
He could only caress her hair out of her face, lightly dabbing away the falling tears.
I don't know why i wanted to hurt her so much that day, if only I'd known—
"Kyls."
Her name from his voice stopped her trail of thought, her eyes immediately dragging back from the poster on her wall to her brother's frame beside her.
I love you Button. Nothing can make us hate you.
Our parents hate me.
They don't.
You don't know that.
I do.
Nick knew this wouldn't be enough to make her believe his words, but he hoped it calmed the storm in her head long enough for her to breathe. He pulled her up, making her lean against the bed frame as she sat.
She had been distant these 21 days. Understandably so, in his opinion. Though his understanding could not keep away his hurt at that.
"I'm sorry for being away these few weeks." Her voice dry, and unnaturally quiet.
He chuckled again, "And here I thought i was the psychic sibling."
"You are also the dumb one, so it was easy to guess what you were thinking."
"Hey! I'm literally UCRT's leader!"
"They probably have 'dumbass' in their qualification requirements then." She smiled, finally thawing the icicles that had settled in Nick's heart after her scream.
He passed her the bottle of water, as he took a sip himself, the cold contrasting his constricted organs, finally letting him breathe.
Kylie yawned, putting away the bottle back on the table as she smiled mirthlessly, "You can sleep here tonight if you're scared."
Translation: Please don't leave me alone.
He quickly ran to his room and grabbed his pillow and covers. By the time he got back, she had nestled herself on the right (fully aware that's his favorite side to sleep on) leaving him space on the left of the bed. He shook his head, a small grin hanging on his lips anyway as he begrudgingly settled on the bed.
No, Nate is fully aware why it's constricting. Fully aware that she never looks at him like that, painfully aware that this drives his senses inane. He holds his breath, the act not so painful as it is suffocating. He doesn't need to breath, he will live just fine without it, but the action so unfamiliar, it starts suffocating him nonetheless.
"So?" It’s a single syllable, that's all she asks, and it has Nate gripping the handles of his seat. He tries. Tries to clear the fog from his mind, but it only gets thicker as she refuses to break away the gaze. He grunts, finally managing, "So?"
persona, development, voice & fame for Mahi? (from the infamous asks?) <33
Hiii Alps thankyou for the ask!! Infamous ask game
Persona: How does their day-to-day personality compare to their on-stage persona?
Mahi is usually pretty much the same on and off stage! The only differences sometimes are that they kind of get more intimidating (not by choice) on stage, especially right after a performance and they try to appear slightly more charming when all the attention is on them. Off stage they're pretty rude and usually don't care what anyone else does or says.
Development: How did you come up with your character? Is their design still evolving? How do you think they might develop through the story?
Mahi is my most recent addition in my list of ocs! I specifically made them for and around infamous. I decided to finally make a proper desi oc considering how I neglected some of them in the past haha. I came up with their concept to make a fame-hungry mc and it has since evolved in the past week on what kind of "fame-hungry" they are. I think I've already added a lot of aspects to their design to the point that it might seem complete, but I am still open to the idea of further development as the story progresses! I think they will hold their stance on certain things as the story progresses but I also believe they are not gonna recognize themselves by the end of the story haha.
Voice: What does their singing voice sound like? Do you have voiceclaims(s) for them?
I have not gotten around that part of their development yet! My scope of music is pretty limited since I prefer listening to the same songs for years lol but I will eventually get to my mcs voice and voice claims soon!
Fame: Do you think your character will enjoy fame? Do they think they will? What elements do you think they might struggle with? Do you think they’ll be happy at the end of this road?
I don't think Mahi would enjoy the fame they are so desperate for. They are aware of the ups and downs that come with the deal but are still seeking it under the assumption that it is exactly what they want. Given how closed off they are, once the novelty of everything fades away they will most definitely start struggling with their life being public information. But as contradicting as it sounds, they will be happy at the end of this road. While they won't enjoy the loss of privacy, having the entire crowd's eyes on them and them alone (👀) is something they're ready to give everything up for.
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Aaa tysm for the tag @wayhavenots this is such a fun idea svejsgej I have way too many wips im working on currently lmaoo
Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.
ALT RULE: or, regardless of winner, for each title write a number of sentences equal to the votes they received!
WIPs!
How do you grow your garden (nate/detective)
Chatterboxes and notifications (superbat)
Reverse Superbat (title in work)
Dad, I'm afraid (batfam)
Voting ended onSep 13, 2025
My mind is FILLED with dc blorbos atm lmao but I do have so other twc fic ideas too, I just haven't gotten started on them shsjsgsj
Tagging (Sry if you got tagged already shsjsv, and no pressure!): @sunshineandviolets @grapecaseschoices @thee-morrigan and @serenpedac !!!
"Will you accept it?" Her irises tuck a look at the flower in her hand, then tracing them back to him, making things clearer.
Yet, Nate remains blinded. He'll accept anything she gives him. He'll accept anything she asks him to do. He'll do anything for her. The thoughts burn in his chest, the burn finally bringing his senses back to him as he finally clears his throat.
"Yes. Yes, of course." He smiles, yet his muscles tug tiringly at it, just a few thoughts and Nate had been an incoherent mess. A well concealed mess, in his opinion, but a mess anyways.
Bruce cleared his throat, immensely grateful for his own paranoia. Dick not telling any of them about his arrival was weird in itself, but Bruce had noticed that hitch in his voice, when he called him a week ago. He knew Dick too well, after all, most of his tells were Bruce’s own. Just before leaving for patrol, he decided it wouldn’t hurt to just get one look at Dick, just to make sure he was fine, and that he was worrying about nothing.
He found the door to Dick’s room opened, raising a brow as he stepped closer, Tim’s voice reaching him, “Dick.” Tim never used that tone unless someone needed to stay awake after a concussion.
This is from a wip of the final chapter on my nightwing fic!
