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Here's a random sneak peek for SuperBat: Defying Fate that nobody asked for-
“Jeez, you’re hot.” Clark opens an eye and looks at Bruce, vision slightly bleary but he knows the man’s silhouette better than anyone. “Thanks.” He grins.
Bruce rolls his eyes. “Not what I meant.”
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So you know how Dick and Jason are typically said to have a thing for red heads. Now imagine if Ollie was more of a strawberry blonde when he was younger/when arrowbat were dating. Cue the batfamily and any of their respective partners you want absolutely losing their minds at it possibly being hereditary.
LMFAOOOOO I LOVE THIS
Dick: "Hey, have you seen B?"
Jason, gesturing around him: "Do I look like I've moved from this bed since yesterday?"
Dick: "I was just asking you a question, no need to be such a bitch about it." Groans.
Jason, rolling his eyes: "Since you got your answer, leave. I'm trying to read."
Dick, raising his brow: "Nah, you're coming with me."
Jason: Long, irritated groan.
Dick: "Brat."
And so, Dick and Jason go around the manor trying to find their mother, somehow managing to rally the others with them. First was Tim, and obviously Tim came with Cass; then Damian, eventually Steph because she got bored, then they encounter Duke in the hallway,
Duke: "Uhh... have you guys tried checking his room?"
Damian: "Try better than that, Duke."
Steph: "Yeah, Batman doesn't even use the bedroom!"
Duke: "...but Bruce does."
Batkids (-Duke): "...." Rushes towards Bruce's bedroom.
Duke: "..." Follows behind because why not.
The kids (I say with full conviction despite one of them pushing 30, the others in their 20s, and one old enough to buy condoms) barge in Bruce's room because nobody in this family knows how to knock.
Bruce, on the floor of his walk-in closet surrounded by old memrobilia: Wearing an old green varsity jacket
Bruce, noticing all his children are here (+wards): "....is there an emergency?"
Tim: "No...? But why are you in the closet?"
Bruce, pushing away the urge to make a joke: "I'm looking through old photos, would you like to see?"
They all agree and sit around him. Duke finds a cap from old Gotham University.
Duke, whistling: "Kinda sad they don't make merch like this anymore."
Bruce, hums: "You can have it if you want."
Jason finds a baseball with a familiar signature on it.
Jason: "Harvey Dent used to play baseball??"
Bruce, shrugging: "It's where half of his scholarship came from."
Tim, flipping through posters: "I thought it was because he was smart?"
Bruce: "That's where the other half is from."
Dick peeks over Bruce's shoulder, noticing an old, faded polaroid of a younger Bruce with a boy that doesn't seem all that familiar. But Bruce has a bouquet of lilies and the boy has his arm wrapped around Bruce, smiling as if he's won something.
Dick: "Who's that?"
Bruce, looking at the photo he's been staring at for at least 10 minutes before his children came in: "Oh him? That's Oliver Queen."
The kids immediately scramble towards Bruce and Dick, huddling around the two as they all try to take a look at the picture. They knew their mother has a shared past with Green Arrow, had that childhood friends to lovers trope.
Damian, scrutinizing: "He looks very different."
Bruce, sighing disappointedly: "I know. He was much prettier with his strawberry blond." Nose scrunches up.
Bruce: "Now he's blond-blond with a goatee and stupid, eugh."
Duke, Cass, Jason, and Dick all freeze and look at one another.
Steph: "Aren't you guys dating again?"
Bruce: "Doesn't change the fact that he's an idiot with a goatee. A lovable idiot, but still."
Later, when they left the room
Duke: "U-uh... so, were you able to ask Bruce your question?"
Dick, dazed: "...Huh?"
Duke: "Yeah... yeah... me too." Takes out his phone.
Duke, on call: "Hey babe?"
Jason, already on his phone with Roy since they left Bruce's room: "Why are you a natural red-head?!"
Cass, looking at Steph: "...."
Steph: "Okay- TO BE FAIR! It was hair dye!"
Cass, shaking her head: "No, I like that mom and I have something in common."
Steph: "Oh!"
Cass: "You looked pretty with red hair, too."
Steph: "....." Already planning to buy a box of hair dye.
Cass, already knows what Steph is thinking: "You're pretty whatever your hair looks like. All that matters to me is you're happy." :)
Dick, dating both Kori and Wally: "Fuuuuuuuccckkkkkkkk!!"
Damian: "What are they moping about?"
Tim, shrugging: "No idea."
Tim, remembering he's dating Bernard: "Oh shit-"
Damian: "???"
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any little sneak peeks for the next instalment of WUC? i’d take anything. i just love the au
Oh my god- okay, I haven't written part six yet, but I have started on the Interlude. Here's a sneak peek:
Harvey wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the weed, but he found himself laughing. However, it eventually dies down. With his head still tilted back, he thought he had seen a ghost. Pale, lost, almost erratic with the way his eyes looked, but more importantly… Hauntingly beautiful. Bruce Wayne.
"Excuse me for a moment." He carefully peels the woman off of him,
Okay...... I have something to confess....... I have yet to read Les Miserables, nor have I watched any theatre performances about it yet- I'll come back to this once I do get the chance to do so-
Give us 10 of your most favorite fics (its fine if you've shared them before) and tag your friends so they can do it too! :)
Oohh I love this!!
if u look like this hmu I love everything about this fic. Bruce is pure autistic babiegirl and Clark is horrendously down and horny for him. It's perfect (also Clark calls him babydoll and wife in his mind 🫠🫠 always a plus for me)
The Joke of The League My all time favourite badass Batman whump fic. It's so angsty and hurtful but also pretty amazing. People finding out just how fucking insane and strong Bruce is to the point that he can take out the whole league by himself was delicious.
When the Hummingbirds Return This is exceptionally beautiful, I love it so much
Things Turn Out Okay The superbat mpreg series
Doll UGH I wish there were more dom Clark/sub Bruce fics like this.
Vengeance, meet Hope I've binge read this too many times
5 Times Bruce Was Protective of His Pups (+ 2 Times They Were Protective of Him) I adore everything about this fic
As Sharp as any Thorn sexy dom Clark
King Consort another delicious babiegirl Bruce fic
Bruce gets Bred The ultimate all time high nastiest smut fic(if anyone here matches this type of kinky then I would love to be their friend lol)
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Tim, shakes Kon awake: Babe! Babe! I solved it! I know who framed Roger Rabbit. Come look at my clueboard and check for any holes! Now, we can finish watching the movie. Let's see if I'm right.
kinda random but I headcanon Bruce as having ridiculously soft and plump lips 😭 like to the point that people genuinely consider them one of his best features. And Clark absolutely love them and that was one thing that he noticed ab batman even before the identity reveal and before they got tgt and once they get together he’s constantly kissing him
(He also rly loves the way they look around his cock but anyways!)
I love that headcanon!
No matter how many fights he gets into as Batman, Bruce's lips remain soft and plump, and just perfect in every way.
He often takes modeling jobs where he can show off his lips, and he always wears lipstick to the galas.
Clark discovered Batman's identity all thanks to his kissable lips, because he stared at them an unhealthy amount of time whenever they met.
And then he saw Bruce Wayne in person and it all clicked.
Clark thought Bruce's lips couldn't get any better, but then they began to date, and suddenly he discovered how good they feel against his, and how good they look after a long make out session - still glistening with their mixed spit and extra red because of the many bites Clark subjects them too, always.
But they always look best when those lips are stretched wide around Clark's thick cock and with cum drooling from the corner 😌
Clark has an entire album on his phone full of photos of Bruce sucking him off.
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As always love your work--- Could I ask for maybe omega Bruce dealing with a miscarriage, and feeling like he's cursed?
All his children will hate him, he's a failure of a parent, what was he thinking getting pregnant and keeping the baby? He was always doomed.
He lays around holding his stomach even after he's lost the baby weight. The children aren't talking to him-- for whatever reason, maybe they're all busy with some event, but Bruce takes it as them shaming him for his failure.
Kind of following the internal conflict of Batman is a WHAT?! by Cringe_Fella, Oh we fucked up... by The_Corvid_Ruler, and Not an Alpha by LostMonsterPosts---- where Bruce is insecure about not being a typical omega. He knows what a fuck up he is, he knows, he just thought that maybe, just maybe this time he wouldn't mess up. That this would be it, maybe he could take a break from being batman, just for a bit, allow himself to image what it would be like to not be needed by the city. For it to be quite, and warm, the way he remembers Sunday mornings spent with his mother.
He thought he would be good this time, and if he wasn't, he didn't think his baby would mind. But he should have known.
(I like seeing Bruce in abusive relationships, I feel like he would stay in them for similar reasons to myself "you deserve it" "but they were so nice that one time, if they're nice again I'll stay", if its not your cup of tea you can omit that) His lovers knew. He was only fun, no one in their right mind would actually want to marry him. No one would want an omega so broken, so twisted, so wrong.
One of his children told him so years ago, as a throw away line during a fight. They never meant it, they just wanted Bruce to hurt, like they were hurting, and Bruce internalized it and he never forgot. "I would rather die than be your child."
His baby must have agreed.
I just have a vision of Bruce sitting in the now hidden nursery running his hands along the hand carved bird themed cradle. Him crying alone in this bedroom, clawing at his abdomen, trying to rip out his womb.
Maybe the kids don't know that the baby died, maybe he assumed it and one day the kids come to the house asking about the baby-- Bruce thinks they're being intentionally cruel. He tries to handle it calmly (like your JL polycule, when they confront him about being left by all of the members -- which absolutely beautiful btw, would love a continuation of that as well) softly telling them that he doesn't have the baby anymore, because he couldn't bring himself to say that they died. For some reason one of the kids is unsatisfied by this response and pushes "what do you mean you don't have the baby? did the baby daddy finally step up? did CPS step in?" just kind of crass, rude jokes that had been tolerated till this point. But Bruce is tired, and alone, and he swears he can still feel his baby kicking in his womb even though they haven't been in his body for months at this point.
He breaks down, he starts sobbing and screaming.
And idk what to do with her now, I would love it if you would continue this!-- if it doesn't spark any interest, chill.
also sorry ab my last ask, where it was fully something you already wrote-- I think that this is similar to something else you've written but I think it's still pretty different.
If not, well, shit.
Anyway, love yah!
@icyihug 17, love
This one's messed, people, heed tags
"Duke. Duke." He drags his head up, and blinks away the tears blurring Damian's outline. He glances towards the double doors at the end of the hallway, and his lip trembles as he looks back to Duke. "Are you alright?"
"What?" He stares. "Um. Yeah. Yeah."
The kid's stare in unwavering, and Duke ducks his head. "N-no. I don't— Dami, you didn't see—"
"Richard told me." His voice is stiff. "He explained what happened on the way. What Mother did. That he...mutilated himself."
Duke shudders, presses his clasped fingers to his lips, gags at the metallic twang of blood. "It's my fault. I— I heard what Alfred said to him, and I didn't— I left him alone, and when I found him..." He doesn't need to finish the sentence. He's caked in the evidence of what Bruce did. What Alfred did to him.
Damian's hand hovers in midair, then slips into Duke's bloody palm. He tugs, and Duke is helpless to follow. A nurse waits just down the hall, and he guides the two of them into a patient room. "The electricity is faulty, so the room's out of order," he explains. "You won't be disturbed."
Damian thanks the man, guiding Duke through to the wetroom, shoving him into the shower. He gasps as cold water pours down on him, and Damian steps back from the spray, watching him with aged eyes. He collects Duke's clothes in a waterproof bag, sets out a fresh set on the chair, and does not leave the room, eyes fixed on the floor.
Duke steps out, and has a towel shoved at his face. It smells like Bruce, and he has to try not to cry, burying his nose into the fabric.
He towels off, and Damian works with gentle, telegraphed movements, handing him each item of clothing until he is dressed again. His hair is a lost cause, so he just ignores the water dripping down the back of his neck, and allows Damian to take his hand again.
When they exit, they don't had back to Duke's exile down the hall from the OR. No. This time Damian pulls him to a waiting room, and everyone looks up as he takes a shaky step through the door. "Duke," Cass gasps, and tackles him.
Tears spill from his eyes anew, and he buries his face in her hair, a sob hitching his chest. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm s-sorry, I'm— I'm so—"
A palm settles on the back of his neck, and his Pack Alpha aqueezes, not quite a scruff, but forcing him to calm through manipulating his instincts. Dick's tangy raspberry scent joins Cass' orange, and he scratches the base of his scalp, keeping that palm pressed against his neck.
"You don't need to be sorry," he assures in a rasp. "This isn't your fault."
No. It's his.
"We all know who's to blame," Stephanie's voice snarls. "And it isn't Duke."
"We deal with him later," Dick barks, the command in his voice pinning everyone in the room. He lets go of Duke, palm moving to rest on his shoulder. "Right now, we're focusing on pack. He no longer is."
"Neither is Bruce, for the record."
Jason bats away the swipe at his face Damian aims with his claws, and makes eye contact with Duke over Cass' shoulder.
"I—" He swallows, throat clicking, and pulls back from Cass. "It was the only thing I could think of. I yelled, I pulled at his arm, but he just kept— So I scented him. I figured the shock would be enough for me to get the upper hand, but he just collapsed."
"He lost three pints of blood," Cass murmurs. Duke knows. Most of it ended up on him. "His body couldn't handle the bond."
"Not after the miscarriage." Everyone flinches, but Barbara just gestures to Steph, who paces like a caged animal.
She picks up where Barbara leaves off, voice trembling with something more powerful than rage. "When you're pregnant, your body needs everything it can get. That includes pack bonds. Bruce has— had one." They're never letting him scent Alfred again. "That isn't enough. It's— the fact is even took is... but it was never going to make it to term. Not when Bruce is half dead from being a packless omega."
"So when I scented him—"
"Too little too late," she clips. "He probably went into grief shock. We won't know until he wakes up."
"Like we didn't know he lost the baby?" Tim rubs his face. "How did we end up so distanced from him that he— that he felt he couldn't tell us that?"
"Tim—"
"We only know because Duke overhead Alfred mock the loss!" Tim shouts. Duke flinches.
Did CPS intervene, Master Bruce? A damn good thing, I say.
"We only know because Duke had to stop Bruce from giving himself a DIY hysterectomy."
The words blur around him, of psychiatric care, of therapy, intervention, JL suspension, moving back into the manor, moving Bruce out of the manor, suicide watch, anything and everything that just makes Duke feel sick.
Then the door opens, and his eyes snap to the white coat that enters.
