⋆ 𝙫𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡 ⋆

I LOVE it in fics where Clark sucks Bruce off, and Bruce is not expecting it. (It could be a mind control thing, a kryptonian biology thing, or Clark just not giving a fuck and wanting his dick in his mouth.) And Bruce just doesn’t know what to do with himself because wtf!? But he can’t move from Clark, and he’s trying not to give in but it feels so good and he’s just moaning like a bitch in heat.

Clark keeping him pinned against a wall/window and he unexpectedly likes it, and he when he gets close he try’s to warn him and pull Clark off, but Clark doesn’t move, in fact he gets even more enthusiastic about it. And Bruce’s can’t do anything but cum, HARD.

And Clark doesn’t give him a chance to catch his breath because he just keeps going. Keeping his cock in his throat. Ready to make Bruce cum over and over just to keep hearing the pretty desperate noises. 

(Bonus points it they’re in a public place like the watchtower or something and Bruce is supposed to be quiet.)

If it weren't for the cracking of the bed, Bruce wouldn't have even heard him.

"You're not supposed to get up yet, Clark," Bruce said from where he was studying the results of the examination. "We don't know what the spell di-..."

Clark turned Bruce around unexpectedly and pushed him against the wall, pinning him to it with a hand splayed on Bruce's chest.

He looked feverish, face flushed, pupils dilated, breathing heavy.

Something was very wrong despite the tests not showing anything before Bruce was roughly interrupted.

"Clark," Bruce began. "Tell me what's wrong."

Clark didn't. Without a word, he fell to his knees, and for a brief moment Bruce thought he was collapsing or passing out.

Until a moment later Clark ripped the lower part of his suit, revealing his crotch to the chill air of the room.

The cold didn't last long, because as soon as Bruce was bare, Clark put his mouth around him.

And sucked.

"Fuck!" he shouted, burning pleasure shooting up his spine.

Bruce's hips bucked unexpectedly only once, then Clark had them pinned like his entire body earlier.

"Clark, stop!" Bruce protested, hands flying to grab his friend's hair and pull him away, but it was no use.

Clark was determined to suck Bruce's brain out through his cock.

And God, it felt good.

Bruce tossed his head back and moaned, body shaking with arousal. His cock quickly got hard, filling up Clark's mouth and throat.

His friend moaned happily when it happened. When he got more thick flesh to lick and suck like a hungry dog.

There was no rhythm or technique to it, just pure, animalistic need.

Bruce had received many blow jobs from people, but none got his toes curling in his boots as fast as the alien with no gag reflex and surprisingly long tongue.

Clark easily curled it around Bruce's cock and stroked it while his throat clenched on the rest of the shaft to the rhythm of Clark's pleased purrs.

Bruce put a fist in his mouth, testing the leather on his tongue as he gagged himself to not scream for all the Watchtower to hear. Others were nearby, worried about what happened to Clark.

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see them, but Bruce couldn't force himself to stop it.

He couldn't stop it even if he wanted to. Clark had him trapped both with his raw strength and all the pleasure he was giving him.

It was building so fast Bruce could already feel his balls tightening and drawing closer to his body.

"Clark..." he gasped in between moans and whimpers that were constantly leaving his open mouth. "I'm going to... cum!" he warned.

Clark didn't listen. Or rather he did, and it only made him more eager.

With a desperate moan, he buried his nose in Bruce's pubic hair, deepthroating him so far Bruce would've been able to feel himself with his fingers if he touched Clark's throat right now.

His hands were too busy for that, trying to rip Clark's hair out when the wet heat closed around his length and began to vibrate with another purr.

Bruce cum, vision turning white, broken cry escaping him as he emptied himself down Clark's throat.

His friend milked his cock from every drop, until there was nothing left and Bruce was crying tears of overstimulation.

"No more," he begged breathlessly, voice nothing but whines.

He tried to escape from Clark's hungry mouth, but there was a wall behind him and an unmovable alien in front.

He was going nowhere until Clark quenched whatever thirst the spell awoke within him. And if it was for Bruce's cock...

It's always a battle of wills between the two of them.

Clark wants to worship Bruce from head to toe and take his time with his very human,very fragile lover. While the said lover just wants his back blown out by his alien boyfriend and leave the mortal realm for some hours.

Who wins the battle always depends on how desperate they are to fuck and how far Bruce can push Clark's button so that he can get impaled on the mattress.

I feel like Clark loves to savor his time with Bruce and kiss him for hours until his body is a big ball of overstimulated nerves begging to be fucked, it mainly stems from his fascination with breaking Bruce completely and have him vulnerable and real underneath him. To make Bruce forget about everything else and just drown him in unending pleasure.

And Bruce fears that intimacy and emotional vulnerability like it will take his life, he feels every bit of insane people claim him to be when Clark gets like that, prying away his thoughts and feelings with no struggle whatsoever as if Bruce was not made of walls that are supposed to be unbreakable.

batman is not exactly pleased, but he intimately knows the pain of losing everything that you hold dear, so he tolerates kal-el's clinginess and accomodates as best he can.

the justice league finds it hilarious. the sunny, smiling alien really dampens the whole scary, brooding, creature of the night effect batman has going on. but, since kal-el clearly isn't comfortable with anyone else in the league, batman has to look out for him. and he seems to have a crush on the dark knight. it's icing on the cake, really.

but then batman gets injured in battle and kal—with resurfacing memories of his destroyed home and dead family—goes absolutely insane. he dispatches the attackers with terrifying precision, barely restraining himself from killing all of them, if only because he knew batman would disapprove.

the league isn't laughing anymore when kal, with burning eyes and rubble caught in his suit, reaches for batman and earnestly asks if he's all right.

thank you for the tag @raspberry-ribcage @li-rheinn and @inhalingstardust000 <3 <3 this was such fun!

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia (but sometimes these are the same) // fantasy au or modern au (vampire/werewolf my beloved) // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff (sorry i can't choose - totally depends on mood) // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death (i cannot handle death in fic. it will ruin my day) // one-shot or multi-chapter (any length, but obvz more is always good) // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff (both? both *nods*) // canon-compliant or fix-it (a mix, please~) // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it (gotta fix all the shit decisions DC makes lol) // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au (this kinda depends coz i love both) // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff (also depends on my mood. Also why cant smut be fluffy) // canon-compliant or fix-it (depends on fandom) // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance (i like both a lot) // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane (surprisingly i like no capes aus a lot)

A lot of these depend on my mood and what fandom I'm reading lol, but these are the general stuff!

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

There's nuance to a lot of these, especially considering the canon material being DC Comics, but I'd say these are the general preferences I have!!

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

i think most of my moots have already done this, oopies

slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia (you cant make me choose fuck you) // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff (once again try make me choose and you die) // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death (i refuse to read either of these though they sound drab) // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

some of these were hard as fuck. i love both hurt/comfort and amnesia i WISH there were more amnesia superbat/poolverine fics i go crazy for it every time. same with fake dating i eat that shit up. also angst is only okay if they make it better at the end

Now I have to figure out how and what I'm supposed to do here 😅

slowburn or love at first sight (it's cute but I dont believe in love at first sight, also slowburn is delicious)// fake dating or secret dating (i like accidentally secret dating)// enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia ("you cant make me choose fuck you" i didnt say it but i agree) // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it (depends completel on the topic)// reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic (idk 👉👈) // arranged marriage or accidental marriage (both anyone?)// high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or genderbent (darn so many options, you cannot make me choose)// angst or crack (if they didnt coexistid die)// apocalyptic or mundane

I think i did it right:)

hold on I can't tag anyone help

@pufferfishzero

@v00do-d0ll

slowburn or love at first sight (B-O-A-F. BOAF!!)// fake dating or secret dating (I loooooove a fake dating/secret dating trope) // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers (Again OBSESSED w/ both)// there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia (you actually can’t make me choose. I love a good amnesia fic where they weren’t even dating in the first place. But end up together anyways. And the hurt comfort just goes hand-in-hand with that.)// fantasy au (give me kings and queens, give me Victorian era, give me faes and witches. I eat that shit up!) or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it (I absolutely need a fix-it fixed because almost everything in Batman cannon needs to be fixed)// reincarnation (Love a reincarnation fic, especially if they remember their past lives) or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic// arranged marriage or accidental marriage (both plz)// high-school romance or middle-age romance (now that I’m not in high school, I don’t really like reading high school fics)// time travel (this is either a hurt no comfort or a fix-it fit and I’m here for either ) or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap (I read this one superbat fic, where they body swapped and had sex in each other’s bodies, and it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever read in my entire life) or genderbent// angst or crack (if they didnt coexistid die)// apocalyptic or mundane (I don’t really like apocalyptic fix because it’s just doom and gloom the entire time)

I didn’t look at who all’s done this so if I tagged you and you’ve already done it, just ignore. ◡̈

@superman-creampieing-batman

@nigaki

@nikiexe0

@loomingspector

ANYWAYS… I was thinking

What if Bruce gets hit by a spell that forces him to re-live ever horrible thing that’s happened to him. Starting from his parents being shot to.. idk the most recent horrific thing you recently happen to him.

He’s just screaming bloody murder in the middle of the battle field reliving EVERY SINGLE TRAUMATIC THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO HIM.

Everyone’s their too, The JL, the kids, maybe the news so more ppl came see how tortured he is. Maybe superbat as well. ( I actually don’t know if you ship superbat or not from my last request but that was really good so ◡̈ )

I just thought that would be a really cool prompt!!

This is gonna have me make two posts cause I have a similar idea of my own that's been gathering dust in my notes

Anyhoos let me switcheroo this for a second. It starts with the most recent, and goes back.

First Bruce drops to the ground, grunting in pain. Then it scales up to a brief yell he tries to stifle. Diana calls an order for someone to pull him off the field when he doesn't respond on comms. Dick tries, but Bruce is a dead weight, watching things that aren't there. There's no room for extraction, not in the middle of battle, so he's just guarded as best as possible, and his comms are disconnected, but they can still hear him scream in agony across the battlefield.

They're not sure what's wrong, assuming it's some sort of mental spell, but then he screams for Damian.

The batkids abruptly understand what the spell was. "He's reliving his worst memories," Dick reports.

Tim fills in how they know. "That's how he screamed when Damian died."

There's a lull, but the fight still rages around them, so they have no choice but to carry on.

"Cass, no— Dick, baby— TIM!"

Somehow, worse than that, is when he relives being hurt. His back arches like it's being snapped again, and even without his comm line, his scream reaches all of them, nauseating, but it's all they can do to keep wearing down the enemy forces.

"No no no no no no no no JASON!"

"Dick PLEASE!"

They lose track of how many memories Bruce cycles through, until he is just crying into the ground, gasping for air.

"He should be approaching his training," Babs offers, signalling the near end, and everyone is relieved.

They finally manage to narrow their opponents enough, and Clark grabs Bruce, flying him to the Watchtower. Speedsters follow, and the kids crowd Bruce, holding his hand or whatever part they can reach, waiting for the spell to finally run its course.

Bruce cycles through the trauma of his training, then falls quiet, and they think it's finally over.

Another grunt. "Sorry, Alfred."

The kids freeze. "Please let me out. I promise I'll be good."

"Can I have food yet?"

Their whole world is torn apart, and Bruce abruptly wails, screaming for his parents. Clark pins him down to the bed when he thrashes so he can't hurt the kids, and they're relieved.

It's over. Finally.

"Sorry, Father."

"I won't do it again, I promise, please—"

"Mother.. Mother, please don't..."

"Mama. Mama it hurts, please."

Bruce's eyes finally clear, the spell passes, and his eyes fill with tears. "Oh," he says quietly.

Somehow he didn't make a complete fool of himself while facing his gay awakening and the biggest crush since he was in middle school.

Unless you count asking Bruce Fucking Wayne out on a date, sure that he will say no, but he asked anyway, because what does he have to lose?

Bruce Wayne said yes.

Now Clark is panicking because he's just a poor student, he can't afford the type of restaurant Bruce Wayne eats at!

He should cancel!

Clark doesn't cancel because his mama didn't raise a quitter.

He invites Bruce to a small bistro affordable to a student and somehow Wayne is having fun? Smiling and laughing at Clark's jokes, listening to his stories about Smallville and university.

He likes the food and cheap beer too!

Clark doesn't want the night to end, but unfortunately, it does. Wayne needs to go back to Gotham. He has kids.

Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

A car comes to pick him up and Clark waits with him to make sure nothing bad happens. And to spend a bit more time with him.

Eventually, the car arrives and they say their goodbyes.

Clark is sure this is the last time he's seeing Bruce Wayne with his own eyes, but then Bruce pulls out a card with his number - personal, not business one - and asks Clark to give him a call.

Clark is in too much shock to say anything so he just nods and takes the card.

Bruce catches his hand then and pulls him down to place a quick kiss on his lips.

Winking, Bruce gets into the car and drives away.

Empty nester Bruce who's just seen Damien off to university. He doesn't really have anyone who comes around regularly or even calls.

He accepted the invitation on impulse. The poor kid looked so embarrassed. It was adorable.

He knows it's just one date and then they'll never see each other again. To Clark it's probably just something from his bucket list. Plus he's so much younger, could be Bruce's son. Bruce shouldn't be interested in seeing him again.

Yet he can't help but give Clark his number, not getting his hopes up.

He feels so foolish staring at his phone constantly the next day. Especially when it keeps being silent.

Clark doesn't call.

Of course he doesn't, and when Bruce slowly begins to accept it at the end of the day when getting ready for bed, the phone calls.

He picks it up faster than he should.

"Hello?"

"Um, hi. It's me," the familiar voice reaches him. "Clark, that is."

"Clark," Bruce repeats, breathing out the name with relief. "I was starting to think you wouldn't call."

"The day was kind of hectic," the kid explains himself. "I finally got some free time, I hope I'm not interrupting anything? Or that you aren't getting ready to bed. It's kinda late."

"No, no, I wasn't doing anything important," Bruce lies, sitting down on the bed and playing with his robe. "How are you?"

Clark agrees and at first, Bruce is the only one cooking, but Clark can't stand just sitting there and watching, so he offers to help.

Bruce protests for only a moment before he gives in.

It's fun to cook with someone else. They keep talking and joking, and at some point, they have a little food fight.

Nothing extreme, just a bit of flour in the hair and pancake mix on the cheeks.

That one word haunts Clark for the whole trip back home.

Bruce is a father. A father of grown up children. His first is older than Clark! Hell, Bruce could be his father as well, that's how big of an age gap there is between them.

They have no business being together, not even for a one night stand.

Even if Bruce was childless, the age is still too big. They're at different stages in life, with different priorities. They would never grow old together and they would be judged constantly.

Sure, everything was perfectly legal, but that wouldn't stop people from calling Bruce a groomer, and Clark would rather not be called a gold digger.

Never calling and meeting each other again is the best decision they could make in their situation.

Clark wasn't a drinker....usually. But he drinks tonight. He had called Bruce and asked if they could talk. Bruce's eyes...he knew Clark had been spooked by something.

Clark looks at the prince of Gotham and lets the words fall on the table. "I don't know what we're doing, what I'm doing. You're old enough to be my father and even have adult children older than me. You were my first celebrity crush. I dream of making the world a more equal and less corrupt place in my own way because of you."

Clark weighs his words. "If we were to become something more serious...they would never let us have peace outside of Gotham. You would be labeled a pervert and a cradle snatcher and I would get labeled a gold digger. Any career I built would be called into question."

Clark wanted Bruce to understand, tears of frustration building in his eyes. "I like you, more than I should, and maybe I'm beginning to feel something more, but I don't know if I'm prepared for the consequences if things go further between us."

"You're right," he finally answers, throat dry like it doesn't want Bruce to speak and end this while they still can. "This could never work. Not because of us but because of everyone else. I didn't even tell my kids about you but I can imagine they won't be happy."

He can already imagine all of them asking if he lost his mind or suspecting Clark of wanting to use his money.

Bruce is a little desperate, but he's not stupid. He wouldn't let that happen, and he knows Clark's intentions are pure.

But to Bruce's kids it wouldn't matter.

And even if Clark proved them wrong, they still won't accept him as part of the family. As Bruce's boyfriend.

Not when he was younger than Dick, Casa and Jason and could literally be their younger brother.

"I never should've agreed to this," Bruce admits painfully. "Get both of our hopes up. But for what it's worth, I don't regret it."

Clark looks at him with years in his eyes.

Clark kisses him. It's warm and soft. It's perfect. He forces himself to pull away. "Thank you for everything. I'm sorry."

Bruce pulls him into a hug. "There's nothing to be sorry for."

Bruce walks Clark to the door, fantasies and dreams of a future that wouldn't ever be falling away as they accept the reality of their situation.

The door clicks locked between them like the closing of a book, Clark ponders, Perhaps an apt metaphor for the end of their little story.

He's constantly distracted, feels sick to his stomach and feels the need to cry at random.

He's a fucking mess and it shows so much his best friend Lois get concerned.

She knew since Clark came from Gotham that something was wrong, but she didn't push because she hoped he would talk with her on his own.

But Clark is getting worse each day and nothing suggests he's going to talk anytime soon. So Lois makes him talk.

At first Clark refuses, but after enough drilling, he spills the beans.

About everything.

Lois doesn't interrupt him, she just listens to Clark getting progressively more broken.

The house was too big, too quiet, too empty. The bi-weekly cleaning crew was efficient as always. Tim's reports indicated that everything was going well at WE. Jason was engrossed in running the Gotham focused Wayne charities.

Bruce finds himself at the graves. He talks for a long time, eventually hs words turn to Clark. He told them it was better for the boy to find someone his age.

Bruce reminiscences on the many relationships that never worked out as he goes to the empty manor. Harvey, Talia, Andrea, Selena...all leaving for one reason or another. He always dreamed of finding someone.

If he was a youn-

The buzzer rings. Bruce isn't expecting anyone. He opens the security feed and sees...

It's an impulsive decision, because he should stay away like they agreed. But if Clark came to him...

They meet in the foyer. Clark is clearly nervous about something. So is Bruce, even if he doesn't know about what exactly.

"You came back," is the first thing Bruce says.

"My friend dropped me here," Clark explains. "She had enough of me moping around."

Bruce hates the idea of Clark being hurt by their "break up", but part of him is also happy the boy is missing Bruce as much as Bruce misses him.

But then he realizes something.

"You told her about us."

There's no "us", but it's hard not to call them that.

Clark nods. "I needed to tell someone."

"And her response was to bring you to me," Bruce says, feeling the sudden need to send that friend a bouquet of flowers.

"She said we're being idiots," Clark reveals with a small smile.

"We're being right," Bruce corrects.

"Right doesn't always mean smart," Clark counters. "Her words, not mine. But I agree with her."

Bruce's heart begins to race with hope when Clark steps closer, within arms reach.

They look at each other, and Bruce is afraid to move a muscle to not spook Clark. Or cause this beautiful dream to end.

"I missed you," Clark breathes out. Like a relief.

So here a drabble i had in mind where Superman gets to confront him in this state (feel free to add stuff i love when you follow the storylines with your followers 🥺💕✨️)

Clark hadn't meant to listen. At first, it had only been habit.

A familiar heartbeat somewhere beyond Metropolis. One he had known for years, one he checked on less often these days.

Not because he cared less.

Because Bruce had made it painfully clear he wanted space.

Every attempt to help had been met with silence, anger, or a cold stare that said leave me alone.

Clark had respected that.

Until tonight.

Because tonight Bruce's heartbeat wasn't steady.

It wasn't tired.

It wasn't merely injured.

It was wrong.

Fast. Uneven. Dangerous.

By the time Clark reached Gotham, he was already imagining the worst.

The cave greeted him in darkness.

The elevator stood open.

A trail of discarded bandages led toward the kitchen.

And there...

Bruce.

Collapsed on the floor beside the refrigerator.

An empty wine bottle resting near his hand.

Another overturned beside him.

For a terrifying moment, Clark thought he was too late. Then he heard the heartbeat.

Still there. Still fighting.

Relief nearly knocked the breath from his lungs.

"Bruce."

No response.

Clark crossed the distance in seconds and crouched beside him.

The smell of alcohol hit immediately.

Underneath it lingered blood.

Old blood.

Fresh blood.

The scent of wounds that should have been healing.

Bruce looked awful, eyes swollen, face streaked with smeared makeup, cheeks damp.

He'd been crying.

Alone.

Something twisted painfully in Clark's chest.

"Bruce."

This time, Bruce stirred.

His brow furrowed.

A quiet sound of annoyance escaped him.

"Go away."

Clark almost laughed.

Almost.

"Not happening."

He slid an arm beneath Bruce's shoulders and helped him sit upright.

Immediately, Bruce tried to pull away.

The effort lasted all of two seconds before exhaustion won.

Clark felt the fight leave him.

Felt him sag against his side.

That hurt more than the resistance ever could.

Because Bruce Wayne wasn't supposed to feel fragile, yet lately, fragility seemed to follow him everywhere.

"Let's get you upstairs."

"No."

"You need sleep."

"No."

"You need medical attention."

A pause.

Then, bitterly:

"Already had that."

Clark swallowed.

Of course he had.

Alfred.

Always cleaning up the pieces left behind.

Clark carefully guided him toward the elevator.

Bruce didn't argue this time.

Didn't really cooperate, either.

He simply existed.

Like a ghost being carried through someone else's house.

The elevator doors slid shut.

Silence settled between them.

Clark listened to the machinery hum.

To Bruce's ragged breathing.

To the heartbeat still racing far too fast beneath bruised ribs.

And beneath all of it-

Grief.

He couldn't hear grief.

Not literally.

But he could feel it.

In every exhausted movement.

Every sleepless night.

Every injury Bruce no longer bothered avoiding.

The city had noticed.

Clark had noticed.

Bruce wasn't fighting criminals anymore.

He was daring them to hurt him.

As if every broken bone was penance.

As if pain could somehow balance the scales.

The elevator continued upward.

Then Bruce laughed.

The sound was quiet.

Broken.

Wrong.

Clark immediately looked down.

Bruce was staring at the floor.

"You heard me from Metropolis."

Clark frowned.

"What?"

A long silence.

Then:

"You heard my heartbeat."

"...Yeah."

Bruce nodded once.

Slowly.

Like he was putting pieces together.

His voice, when it came, barely sounded human.

"How long was he calling for help?"

Clark froze.

The words hit harder than any punch he'd ever taken.

The elevator suddenly felt too small.

Too quiet.

"Bruce."

"How long?"

His fingers tightened weakly against the sleeve of Clark's suit.

"How long was he screaming?"

Clark closed his eyes.

"Don't."

Bruce laughed again.

The sound cracked halfway through.

"Was he scared?"

God.

Clark couldn't do this.

Couldn't answer questions neither of them had answers to.

Couldn't give shape to horrors that already haunted Bruce every waking moment.

"Bruce..."

"Did he think I was coming?"

And there it was.

The real question.

Not how long.

Not how much it hurt.

Not what happened.

Did he think I was coming?

Clark felt something inside him break.

Because of course Jason had thought that.

Of course he had.

Batman always came.

Batman always found him.

Batman always saved him.

Until one day he didn't.

The elevator stopped.

Neither moved.

Bruce lowered his head.

The fight vanished from him all at once.

Leaving only exhaustion.

Only grief.

Only guilt.

"I know."

The whisper was almost inaudible.

"I know."

Clark stared at him.

At the man carrying a weight no human being should have to carry.

And for the first time in a very long time, Superman had absolutely nothing to offer.

No solution.

No rescue.

No miracle.

Only a hand on Bruce's shoulder.

And the silent wish that somehow.

Somewhere.

Jason had known he was loved.

Clark stayed the night, sitting by Bruce's bed like a statue, not moving a muscle, just watching. Listening.

He helped Bruce throw up when he woke up suddenly, already heaving. Then he fell back into restless sleep again, his body sticky with sweat.

Alfred brought water and something for the headache, not surprised to see Clark there.

Bruce woke up again around noon. Clark was still there. He called in sick to not go to work.

They didn't talk. Bruce didn't even make a sound despite his head killing him. He just laid there, numb, staring at the ceiling.

"It should've been me," he said eventually. Barely a whisper that would've escaped someone without superhearing.

Clark watched how tears started to build up and fall from Bruce's eyes before he turned his back to Clark, curling into a fetal position under a cover.

"It should've been me!" Bruce cried out and began to sob, his whole body shaking.

Clark wanted to touch him. To hug him. None of it would help. Only made Bruce push him away more.

So he stayed while he was, trying not to break too when Bruce mourned.

It should've been the Joker.

Clark didn't regret stopping Bruce from killing him. It would've broken the other man beyond repair.

He did regret not tearing the clown apart himself.

After his parents death he didn’t leave the house much to hang out with people, the Wayne manor is on the outskirts of Gotham so it’s not like he has any neighbours, and the few friends he did have weren’t as close. The only interesting things he could actually say would be about his teen years while travelling but it always brings down the mood of others whenever he brings up his training years so he stopped talking about it.

So while everyone else talks about all the fun they had and wishing they could go back, he just has to sit and listen to all the things he missed out on getting to do

They notice him not partaking. Someone asks, and Bruce just shrugs. "I didn't do it."

"Do what?"

"That."

"Which one?"

"Any of them."

They're sat in silence, watching Bruce suppress the urge to squirm, until Barry stands.

"Well then that's what we'll do."

"What?" Bruce asks.

The meeting room goes still as a choked noise comes from Batman. Superman freezes, hand midair, the red laser in his hand flickering out at his hesitation.

Everyone stares as Batman tears off the cowl, and buries his face in his hands. "I can't keep doing this. It's too— it's too much."

Diana reaches across the table. "Batman, we can delegate your duties to someone else on the mission if you need to take a break." Her hand is slapped away, and Batman stands, storming away from the table.

"And what about everything else? I haven't slept in four days! I have had two full meals in that time, because I've either been called away before I could have a bite, or one of the brats that live in my house would come and take my food! Most of them don't even live at home anymore!"

Dick slaps Wally's arm when he gets a glare, a flush rising on his cheeks. "Shut up," he mutters.

"I'm always being torn between Arkham or space, and none you will give me a second to breathe. If I'm not on patrol I'm running an international conglomerate, or training heroes, or offering tech support, or going to school events and recitals and being a chauffer, or..." Batman tears at his hair. "I'm so TIRED."

"Bruce—"

"I'm not Bruce! Bruce is missing, stuck in my body somewhere, and I can't find him to give him his damn life back. I thought— I thought I could kill you all from the inside, but just keeping up the façade of being Bruce Wayne is taking up all my time and I can't even try to kill anyone."

The entire room stares.

Then the door opens, and Tim smirks at them all. "One week exactly. Pay up."

Clark slams the laser pointer down. "You cheated!"

"Did not."

Hal stands, with Clark. "You and your siblings stealing his food! Fucking cheaters, making it harder for him."

"We won the bet on when he'd cave! Pay. Up."

Victor runs a hand over his face as the room descends into arguing. "Someone still needs to go and get the real Bruce from containment so we can swap them back," he reminds everyone.

Over Gotham, his own tragedies, Dick, I don't mind.

Anyways

Bruce and Oliver get deaged to their 20s, but they keep their memories.

And for the first time, they get to enjoy their younger years together. And all is fine... Except...

Oliver kidnaps Bruce. The kids go insane.

There's a video of the secret sons of the pair going around. On a disco, screaming their lungs and covered in sweat. Beat up Chanel$ in the background. The public has so many questions.

Dick is spiraling at having his dad pouting after he scolds him.

The PR team is amazing. They explain that there's a curse on the billionaires. They lie about them not having memories about their real ages.

Zatanna tells the families it'll take AT LEAST three weeks for the spell to dissipate. So Oliver is staying at the manor to avoid complications. Dinah smirks at his younger husband and tells him not to cause too much chaos.

Dick covers for Batman... And they use that shot to run away again. Tim is supposed to be on look out with Cass.

But the next morning there's a video of them four with champagne filled glasses on a limousine. Tim and Bruce are on the sunroof. Cass is laughing as Oliver throws half his body out the passengers seat to sign a t-shirt.

Dick is hyperventilating. Jason thinks it's hilarious, so he's forced to take care of them the next night.

Wrong move.

Jason has them on a jet to Berlin the next morning and he's trying to explain to Dick that Bruce looked at him with puppy eyes.

Dick asks him why he didn't go with them and where is Damian and what is wrong with this family.

Jason and Dick take a jet. Dick is furious at the person Jason chose as Bruce's chaperone. It doesn't matter if Jason tries to explain to him that the chaperone is for Damian, not Bruce, and that he couldn't say no TO THAT. But Dick's not having it.

... Of course there's a new video. Three to be precise. But this time they're more casual.

The first video is the longest. Bruce and Oliver are on the line for Berghain, and a little bit later, Jason and Dick arrive to try to get them out and back to the hotel. The bouncer tells them all to go inside... And Dick pushes them away to get in first.

The second is of them carrying Jason between the Waynes and Oliver recording in front of them.

The third one looks like a normal family outing around Berlin streets; except there's a beautiful woman with them, always standing alongside Damian. Net citizens later identify her as the kid's mother.

Dick has to deal with his siblings rage as soon as they put a feet out of the jet in Gotham.

The three weeks go by, and they return to their lives. Except that now, once a month, Oliver kidnaps Bruce, giving his kids heart attacks, always with a new video appearing of them in god knows what side of the world. Be it drinking a coffee with wonderful ancient ruins as a background, or strolling the roads of a neon illuminated city during the night.

The kids are all shuffling back to the Batcave, determined that Bruce will know what to do.

And in any case, they just hoped seeing a familiar face will get young!Dick to calm down. The kid has tried to escape them 5 times, each one resulting on someone getting tazed/bitten/punched.

And another 4 times counted of young!Dick sobbing uncontrollably because these mean, bad people who took him from patrol early all have either his Robin symbol or his Tati's Batman symbol despite "not being cool enough for it"

"Just wait until my dad gets to you all 😠 You're gonna be so sorry!"

"Yeah yeah kid, shut your trap"

They get to the Batcave, and expect Dick to be ecstatic at the sight of Bruce.

Except... Dick starts crying in fear, refusing to believe that Bruce is actually his Bruce, his Batman, his Dad.

Dick immediately runs to a confused Alfred instead, who tries to calm the terrified kid and ask him what he meant by That's not Bruce!

"Master Dick, I can assure you, that is still your father. He is just some odd 20 years older since you last saw him in this form."

"No! No Alfie! That's not Bruce! Bruce doesn't look like... like a MONSTER!"

Dick is, eventually, ushered away by a very worried Alfred. Bruce is stunned, surrounded by the rest of his kids who also don't know what Dick was saying, except what did it matter? His eldest son, his baby, had just called him a monster.

He's so heartbroken that he also flees the scene, determined not to frighten more of his kids.

Oracle buzzes in and they explain what happened. She flushes and tries to bring clarity to the situation by pulling up photos of the version of Bruce that Dick grew up with, and the version of Bruce now.

Less scars. Smiles wider. Doesn't look as chronically exhausted. Glows with hope.

And when you look at his eyes, there's not even a hint of rage or grief in them.

Cue my egotistical ramblings that only please me.

superman's eyes Vs Batman's eyes. So!!! Both have blue eyes but different. We know this. BUT - superman's eyes are like a deep, deep, vibrant blue. They have so much depth they look almost indigo. They're low-key alien in colour (I wonder why). They're comforting, soothing, velvety. Bruce's eyes however are STRIKING. such as in a Gregory House way (look up Gregory house eyes you'll get it yes sir). Superman's blue is inviting, comforting. Batman's blue seeks you out, is intimidating.

Carrying on from the above - I saw a headcanon I literally can't stop thinking about on here and I've absorbed it. That is Bruce's eyes are so expressive. The cowl hides those hurt, investigative, aggressive 🔵orbs🔵. Bruce must be conscious and restrictive of such a quality. Especially with cowl off and being in heated, professional discussion.

During his years abroad training prior Batman, he trained at a ballet school HOWEVER I'm thinking classic Black Widow, John Wick type-way. HEAR ME OUT! he learns INSANE BODY CONTROL, flexibility, his muscle memory and ability to learn choreography/moves by watching improves tenfold. Can you imagine him one day in the Batcave or League training area just whipping out a crazy QUADRUPLE Pirouette (I thinks that's the right terminology) with (almost) impeccable form.

He knows how to use a gun, how to fire a gun, how to dismantle a gun and gun solely so he knows how to remove them as a threat + to help with detective work. This man deffo believes in exposure therapy and desensitizing himself to his worst trauma ever by trying to overcome and master it (the psychological ramifications could be a wonderful ted-talk.) He knows what bullets make what holes, how far said bullet can be fired, what decade they come from -- ALL in the name of "forensic work" (but maybe also a lil bit of repetition of trauma etc etc). Imagine Bruce snatching one of Jason's pistols in an arguement dismantling it in a flash before his eyes.

Weapons. Bro knows how to use soooo many. Maybe not perfectly ... but each time he sees a new one he goes "I HAVE to learn what that is and how to use it" hence why he's had sparring lessons with Hawkman/Hawkgirl to learn how to use the mace, Diana for A LOT of ancient or magical weaponry, cyborg for a few alien ones. I want an occasion where in a fight Bruce has to fire arrows from Ollie's bow.

You know he's exhausted, knackered, tired, frazzled when he just.... zones out. Like eyes glaze over. Seeing beyond the veil. Lost in thought. Almost completely still. The batfam + a few JL members know this and judging by how many times he does it during conversation you can tell how tired he REALLY is.

Bruce cannot have powers. He cannot have magic. He cannot have anything "meta" in terms of power because he will *ALWAYS Tweak. The fuck. Out.* He knows this too. The core of Bruce's character is that he is deeply flawed. The crazy self-control, the no killing, the need to improve and rise above human limitations, to pursue knowledge - it's all to smother and keep dominance over his rage, his grief and his trauma. That is why Dick Grayson is his legacy: Despite his initial trauma like Bruce's, he has emerged a better human and hero despite it. That's why when Dick gets powers, he remains a good person and does not get corrupted by them. I think that's one of Bruce's greatest tragedies is that he is the launchpad for kinder people as he himself can never truly overcome his damaged core.

ANYWAY he gets a red lantern ring one time he genuinely goes on a rampage and Hal Jordan has to get his ass and stop him.

ANYWAY when he learns of magic with Zatanna and Zatara, Zatara is like FUCK NO you'll go NUTS. Bruce says "pfffff no", proceeds to go nuts, the two Zs have to save his ass and then he goes "okay maybe no magic for me actually."

(I think the above is partially canon tbh but I don't think it's talked about enough as it's such a good route to understand Bruce's character LOL)

his face card is INSANE. like it's INSANE. like that Jennifer Hudson tiktok audio from sing 🎶🗣️ "ONCE THERE WAS A WAYYYYYYY----" plays when he takes off the cowl. But this is nuanced, see? Good for Brucie disguise ✅ Bad for blending in when trying to lay low❌ Can be intimidating ✅ Can also be distracting ❌ Can help him look more trustworthy when gaining info ✅ Got him unwanted and scary advances + attention when younger and in with "elite society" ❌❌❌. Knowing how our current age makes edits and memes and fanpages of hot famous people would all apply to Bruce.