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I've been letting this simmer in my inbox because I was too excited to be coherent enough to express my thanks to you and how much this makes my day. You always leave such sweet comments and knowing how much you enjoy my fics makes me want to always keep writing them :)
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It's Clark holding a cute chibi Batman!Thanks to the commissioner for the request! P1 is the commissioned piece of Superman holding a Batman plushie. P2 is authorized by the commissioner for everyone to use as various memes/stickers â Superman holding all kinds of cute Batmans. P3 is a demonstration where I found a LEGO image and photoshopped it in.੠ËáË ŕŠ
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superbat soulmate au where anything you write on your skin also shows up on your soulmate. except, that's the human version. with kryptonians, once they've touched their soulmate, every single thing that anyone writes on their soulmate's skin will also show up.
clark writes to his soulmate all the time, scrawling on his arms about anything and everything. he never gets a response, glumly thinks that theyâre dead on krypton or that kryptonians donât have soulmates the same way, but he still writes, because it gives him a place to vent and talk to a blank space where nobody in the world can judge him.
when bruce was younger, he couldnât wait for the day he could finally start writing things for his soulmate to see. and then his parents died when he was eight, and he didnât think about his soulmate for a long time.
he didnât respond, when he did get writing on his arm that wasnât his, but he read anything that appeared and soaked it all up like a spongeâand he still does.
raâs had said soulmates were a distraction. bruce is inclined to agree.
and then he meets superman, learns his mannerisms and covers his back and develops what might be called a friendship, something fulfilling and warm and just for them. privately, he thinks that kal wouldnât be a terrible pairing for him. but no. kal's an alien, and there's no way they could be matched.
and bruce gets dick, too. offers him comfort after nightmares and spends most evenings carding a hand through the boy's hair until he falls asleep.
itâs early, early morning where dick and bruce are in the same bed, and dick has woken up but bruce is warm and soft and comforting, even when he sleeps, so heâs elected to stay put and let him rest. but he has a perfect view of bruceâs arm resting on his stomach, where heâs got his face smushed against his chest, bruceâs other arm keeping him tucked close.
with a budding smile, dick expertly wriggles out from under bruceâs arm and grabs the pen resting on the side table. heâll just doodle while he waits for bruce to wake up, and then bruce can see dick's art at work and get reminded about him when he isn't there to keep bruce from getting bored.
dick starts with a stick figure drawing of him and bruce, gives them big smiles and scrawls a furry picture of ace wagging her tail next to bruce. he's halfway through giving the sun its rays when a rushed, slanting word appears on bruceâs skin just above aceâs drawn tail.
'hello?'
dick suppresses a gasp, eyes darting over to bruceâs slack, sleeping face. and dick has seen the markings on bruceâs armsâeven if bruce hides them from the news, he never makes any real effort at home. it's another secret dick gets to share, another piece of proof that bruce trusts him.
so yeah, dick has seen them, but heâs also never seen bruce respond, whichârude. that's his soulmate! bruce shouldnât just ignore them.
dick slowly looks back to the word on bruceâs skin that he didn't put there. he didnât even know that someone else could interact with another personâs soulmate through their skin.
in his best handwriting, dick writes back a tentative 'hi.'
the response is immediate, right next to dickâs greeting.
'are you real?'
dick has to smother his laugh. of course he's real! what kind of question is that? 'yes,' he writes.
'are you young? is that why you havenât written to me?'
dick frowns, peeking over at bruce again to make sure he's still sleeping. it...wouldn't be fair to lead bruceâs soulmate on and make them think bruce is the one responding.
'iâm not your soulmate,' he starts, nudging bruceâs arm so he has space to write around his drawing. he couldnât just say bruceâs name and give away his identity, so he scribbles down, 'my dad is.'
it takes a long few moments for bruceâs soulmate to respond. dick bites his lip, waiting.
eventuallyâ 'i see. youâre writing on your dads arm?'
'yes. heâs sleeping right now. i didnât know you could see my drawings.' again, dick has to wait a while for a response.
'your drawing is very nice. is that you and your dad?'
dick grins. 'and ace! sheâs the best dog ever.'
bruceâs soulmate draws a tiny heart over aceâs head, and a bone by her feet. dick giggles, adding a heart of his own. with a gasp, he realizes heâs missed someone in the family portrait. 'thatâs alfie,' he writes, pointing an arrow to the drawing right next to picture-dick.
'is alfie your dadâs partner?'
dick pulls a face. 'ew! alfie is dadâs dad. sorta.'
another heart appears, over alfredâs head this time. dick's smile broadens as he traces over it. then he realizes he should probably give bruceâs soulmate more context.
'dad isnât dating anyone because thatâs gross.' dick makes a face at the idea of bruce kissing someone on the mouth. ew. and then he remembers that most people kiss their soulmates, and oh no! he doesn't want to ruin bruceâs chances before they even meet!
'but if he dated you it wouldnât be gross i promise!'
he waits with a worried furrow in his brow, searching for the next words on bruceâs skin. they've moved up to his bicep, now.
'thatâs good to know. you seem to love your dad very much.'
dick nods, even though nobody else could see it. 'yes. he hasnât been my dad for very long though.'
'why not?'
dick swallows the lump in his throat. this was bruceâs soulmate, he could trust them. 'he took me in after my mama and papa died. iâm adopted.'
the words that appear on bruceâs skin next are written fast, so fast dick half wonders how anyone could write that quickly.
'iâm adopted too. my ma and pa got me when i was a baby. iâm sorry about your parents.'
'me, too,' dick writes. and, because he doesn't want bruceâs soulmate to be sad, he decides to change the subject. 'whoâs your favourite superhero??' dick figures that's a safe bet.
'hmm,' bruceâs soulmate wrote, the letters curving around bruceâs inner elbow. 'batman. heâs very smart, and skillful. strong, too.'
dick has to suppress a laugh. this is perfect! bruce is his soulmateâs favourite!
'wow,' dick wrote. 'heâs awesome but heâs not cooler than superman!'
'is superman your favourite?'
'YES!! heâs so strong and nice and cool'â the l drags off bruceâs skin in a long squiggle as bruce shifts with a sigh.
"what are you doing, chum?" bruceâs rumbling voice asks, low and rough with sleep. dick tucks the pen into his sleeve before bruce can notice it, wiggling over to cover bruce's arm with his body.
"waiting for you to wake up, b. i had to start counting the gems in the ceiling chandelier," he replies, turning his head to give bruce a broad smile.
bruce isn't buying any of it. his brow furrows, mouth set in a firm line, filled with suspicion. he nudges dick with his hand, a motion to dislodge dick from his chest, but dick doesn't budge, wrapping his whole body around bruceâs arm to obscure the written-on skin from view.
"dick," bruce says, deadpan.
"b," he replies, and doesn't budge. bruce sighs, bringing his other arm up in a rather unfair move as he digs his fingers into dickâs side and tickled him. dick laughs, jolting away and letting go of bruceâs arm in the process, and bruce sees it all.
his soulmate, writing with dick. dick, who called him dad. his soulmate, who now knows for certain that bruce exists.
he tells dick to go get ready for school, much to the boy's disappointment. the entire car ride over consists of dick gushing about the person written all over bruce's arm. he brings up the favourite superhero thing more than once.
bruce drops him off with a forced smile. when he gets back home, he rolls his sleeves up and reads everything properly, trying to parse the chronological order of the conversation. his soulmate was so nice to dick. so kind, and understanding, and comforting when he'd brought up his parents.
he sighs, leaning forward to rest his face in his hands. he's so screwed.
(bruce canât stop himself from analyzing his soulmateâs words, even though he knows, logically, that he canât pursue anything with the information he gathers. stillâhe finds himself memorizing the slant of their scrawl, noting proficient english that hints at a native speaker or someone who has been speaking it for a long time. he rereads ma and pa over and over again, mentally cataloguing the regions in north america where those titles are typically used for parental figures. heâs never heard of another person able to communicate with someone elseâs soulmate through their skin. it warrants research, even if bruce isnât willing to actually find his soulmateâdespite how much more thorough his findings would be if he could test his hypotheses on his other half as well.)
clark, meanwhile, is going insane. he flies to the fortress the moment the child stops responding and spends literal hours researching kryptonian soulmates, a topic he'd been too hesitant and hurt to touch before. what he finds is that kryptonian's can read whatever is written on a soulmate's skin, no matter who it's written by, as long as they've touched before.
he slumps down heavily in the chair at the bank of sunstone crystals, abruptly lightheaded.
he's met his soulmate before. he's touched his soulmate before.
(this kryptonian aspect of soulmates leads to more than a few awkward moments on clark's end becauseâŚ.lipstick counts as a writing tool. and clark has seen lipstick show up on his mouth, his neck, his chestâeven his cock, on one occasion he wishes werenât so memorable.
but god, at the end of the day all he really wants is to be the one to put those marks everywhere.)
superbat pirate x merman au where bruce is the pirate captaining the Flying Fox on the Gotham Sea and clark is the merman he finds captured on another ship.
kal hears the panic from above deck, where they've got him stashed in the captain's bathtub. he tries not to panic himselfâthere's not much he can do curled up in the metal tub, and maybe the next pirate crew who kidnaps him will at least let him see the sun before they pry off his scales or tear his fins. maybe kal will have a chance to escape.
through the shouts and the thundering steps, he hears a name:
the batman.
kal's blood runs cold. the batman is notorious for hunting down targets and obliterating ships, leaving the crews to fend for themselves in small dinghies and whatever else they manage to grab before going overboard. and he always takes the loot.
kal shrinks into the tub as much as he can, the sounds of swordfighting above making him flinch hard enough to slosh water up the edge. with shaking hands, he thumbs the handle of the boning knife he managed to swipe from the ship's captain. kal doesn't want to hurt anybody, but he can't be found. nobody knows where the batman takes his winnings. nobody will ever find kal if he's taken. what if the batman chops him up like meat? what if he pulls kal's scales one by one to get kal to tell him where the other merpeople live? what if heâ
the lock on the door clinks, and soon after the knob jiggles. kal sinks further into the water, until only his eyes and hair are visible. he watches with wide eyes as the knob stops and the door bows inward with a harsh bang! once, twice more, and the door gives, swinging open and smacking hard against the wall.
kal grips the boning knife hard, swallowing against the fear creeping up his throat as a lone man stands at the threshold. the mask he wears is dark, obscuring his eyes and nose, leaving only his sharp, pale jaw exposed under the candlelight. his cutlass gleams silver; kal catches the sight of his own reflection: utterly still and terrified.
"hello," the batman says, his voice a low, gravelly thing. kal has never seen a man so large. the batman fills the doorframe completely, obscuring the hall from view. kal cannot hear any more fighting. did the crew escape? all of them? or...did the batman kill them?
the batman moves one step closer, the grip on his cutlass loosening. he holds his free hand out, palm up, placating. kal's brow furrows. everything he's heard about the batman speaks to direct violence and quick, efficient strikes. why would he move so slowly?
kal's tail writhes, unbidden, beneath the waterâa giveaway for his own anxiety. he thumbs the hilt of his knife and tries to steady his breathing.
"you're not a part of this crew, are you?" the batman asks. kal notes, curiously, that his voice seems...gentler. "did the captain take you from your village to use for his own...pleasure?"
kal has heard of the evil things pirates do, but he's not sure how this one came to that conclusion.
"he won't hurt you anymore," the batman says, taking another step closer. kal heaves a fortifying breath. "i'll keep you safe, i promise."
the batman takes another step. kal gauges the distance for a few precious seconds and then surges out of the water towards him.
they land in a heap with kal on top. he's quick to bat away the cutlass and press his forearm over the batman's sternum, slithering his tail around the man's legs and squeezing tight enough that any more pressure would break a bone. human's are so fragile.
"ah," the batman says, looking absurdly calm considering the circumstances. "didn't take you from a village, then. pulled you right out of your home."
kal presses the flat of the boning knife to the batman's neck, trying to arrange his face into something that could pass for intimidating. he ignores the lump in his throat. focuses on the task at hand. "you will let me go," he says, his mouth moving awkwardly around the human words. "i will not injure you if you promise. i will let you go."
the batman slowly raises his hand to kal'sâthe one holding the knife. he wraps his fingers around kal's fist and smiles at him, stilling the shake of kal's hand. "i had no intention of harming you," the batman tells him. "or keeping you."
kal blinks against the sting in his eyes, hot confusion curling in his chest. "you are a pirate," he says. "pirates want me."
"not this one," the batman says with a reassuring smile. despite only seeing half his face, kal has to admit that what he can see is rather handsome. "i can help you up to the deck, if you'd like."
and so that's what happens. kal cautiously releases the batman and lets himself be carried out of the room and up to the deck. the batman doesn't even protest the knife beneath his jaw as he works.
"you do not want me," kal says before the batman lets go. he has to make sure before he turns his back to the man.
"i think you're fascinating," the batman says, voice betraying his wonder. "beautiful and strongâwith abilities i've only ever read about." before kal's shoulders can tense, he continues, "but i know better than to hold onto something that doesn't want to be held. return home safely."
"i'm kal," kal says, pulling away to brace himself on a stack of crates. he turns to the sea, relishing the salty breeze against his face.
"call me b," the batman says, words half-lost in the wind. "i'm glad i could help you."
against the railing, with the sea churning on the other side, kal turns back to the batman to thank him, but the man is already gone.
âââ
kal spends the next few months recovering from captivity and basking in the sun.
(at least, that's what he tells ma and pa when he swims up to their farm on the coast.)
he secretly gathers intel from passing sealife or sailors from beneath a loading dock. kal soaks up every stray piece of information he can get about the batman. what his ship looks like, where he's spotted the most, the docks he's rumoured to land at.
eventuallyâfinallyâkal finds him again.
he cannot leash his excitement. every spare moment he had was spent on tracking him down. his dreams were often replayed memories of that muscled body and soft smile. kal swims as fast as he can, displacing the water as he goes.
he knows he's giving away his position but he can't find him in himself to care. he calls on the sunlight to give him a burst of energy as he surfaces, pulling out of the water and arcing right onto the deck, next to the wheel where the batmanâwhere bâstands, unmasked, his jaw slack with surprise.
"i found you," kal laughs with a wide smile, reaching for him.
b returns the expression, catching kal beneath the arms and hauling him up so they're face to face. "you did. why come looking?"
"i think you're fascinating," kal says, gazing into eyes as blue as the ocean, echoing what b said months ago. "beautiful and strongâ"
"okay," b laughs, a dimple in his cheek. "i get it. thank you. i'm glad to see you've been keeping yourself safe."
"because of you," kal insists, wrapping his arms around b's shoulders. "you said you don't hold on to things thatâ"
"i remember," b says, his brow furrowed. with a small frown, his gaze darts between kal's eyes.
kal's face heats, but he firms his jaw with determination. "i want to be kept."
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âMythologies: Supermanâ - My tribute to the mythology of the man of steel himself! I wanted to do something that encapsulated the characterâs history, but I knew it wouldâve been impossible to represent even half of the most important parts so I focused on the moments and scenes that helped define the character for me and what I feel still stands the test of time today.Â
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