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I think about them a normal amount...
when light and darkness touch.
Superman: *Bleeding out in the snow after being mauled by a cat*
Batman:
I swear batman and superman fanfiction cures my insomnia
Batman confessing his love for clark 🥺
For anyone wondering it's from Batman the devastator #1
Batman confessing his love for clark 🥺
Superbat au where (non batman) Bruce is the new intern at the daily planet and gets assigned to Steve Lombard.
Bruce obviously hates it coz he wants to solve mysteries and report on crime, not sports, so he keeps stealing leads from Lois, writing the stories and secretly sliding it all on her desk (she knows he's doing this and she hates)
She send Clark over to make him stop, except when clark goes to confront Bruce he's met with this coffee addicted wet emo cat of a man who's obsessed, instantly crushes and can't bring himself to do it.
So he just ends up quietly helping Bruce to spend time with him.
and of course, Bruce ends up using sports events as cover to run off into Metropolis and find any crimes he can report on.
Obviously, he gets kidnapped at some point, and Superman has to go save him.
Superbat in a nutshell <3
My Batman & Superman character sheets!!
I'm really proud of these coz its the first time ive ever done a character sheet, also its the first time I've drawn from photo references!! :D
superman carrying batman is my passion
What's everyone's favorite Bat carrying position?
He needs his comfort Bat back
TW: Major Character death (not shown), contemplation of murder and suicide, torture (not shown but aftermath shown), dissociation
His code as Batman meant something. It prevented him from crossing the line that he couldn't come back from. Bruce Wayne, as a born and bred Gothamite, knew that no one, not even the best of them, were uncorruptible. (His best friend had at one point been the White Knight of Gotham, one of the best out there, and now he sat, rotting in a jail cell on two hundred twenty-two counts of assault and murder). The point of the code was to prevent Batman from becoming corrupt and, even then, all of his allies where given contingencies to defeat him.
Bruce knew that his code was necessary but, holding Jason, his baby, his son, made him regret that code ever so badly. Jason's body was still warm, the blood trickling from an unseeing eye still wet.
Jason had always puffed himself up to be larger than he was, like a Robin fluffing up its wings and plumage when startled. But now, without his confidence bolstering him and his excitable chatter, Jason looked so small. So damn small. He fit so well into Bruce's arms and it made him want to scream because, just last week, he had held Jason in his arms just like this. They had been rough housing, not training, when Jason had started a tickling war that was ended when Bruce picked him up (just like this, God just last week he had held his boy just like this) and hugging him to his chest.
Now, all that personality was gone, leaving behind a small, broken body. Bruce had always been an atheist, no God could be so cruel, but, in this moment, he prayed that the God of his mother existed. He hoped her ideas of an afterlife for all was real. His boy deserved peace. Peace that Bruce should have provided. God, he should never have let either of his boys become Robin. Jason had said that Robin was magic but what type of magic allowed this to happen.
Bruce clutched his Jaybird to his chest. There was a broken, keening sound coming from somewhere, it sounded almost animalistic. He needed to protect his boy from whatever that was. Jason told him that he loved being under his cape, that it made him feel safe. Bruce covered his baby (oh God, he was so small, so fragile) with his cape.
The sound continued, it sounded breathless and pained. It was... It was coming from him. Why was he making noises like that?...everything was fine. He needed to get to Jay and protect him. He needed to get to... He was holding Jay. That's why he had that cape pulled in front of him. He needed to...he needed to.
Oh God, his baby was dead. He needed to... "Superman!" he shrieked and then, like something had come undone in his throat, he started screaming. (At least the strange noise had stopped. His baby was safe. His baby was dead. Oh God)
He needed to... He... He
Bruce heard the sound of someone landing and then concerned shouting. "Bru....are you?....breathing too hard....Jason?"
Breathing. That's something that Jason wasn't doing (because his baby was dead). Bruce needed to do this for him. Breathe for the both of them while Jason couldn't . "... hyperventilating!" Yes, that was the word for that.
Bruce lost consciousness and he didn't truly regain it until he stood in front of Jason Wayne's grave.
The first thing Bruce noticed was how fresh the dirt was. The second was that he was covered in it. "Wha- what...?" he croaked.
He hadn't realized someone was there with him until his unspoken questions where answered. "It's been eight days since the warehouse. The funeral happened two days ago. You've been sleeping here. I took care of telling everyone." Clark, a Midwesterner through and through, normally spoke in pleasantries or veiled language. He flew around his ruder opinions as skillfully as he flew around missiles. Today, he spoke Bruce's language. Factual, straight to the point, and without feelings.
Bruce nodded, "I didn't do anything?" he asked. At the moment, his secret identity was that least important thing to him. His son was dead. But, he had another son. He had other people that would be targeted if his secret identity was compromised. He needed to... He needed some control.
Clark looked at him sympathetically, "You've been catatonic. You haven't spoken or gone out since..." he paused, trying to keep his voice from emoting too strongly "since the warehouse. You've been sleeping here since the burial." Clark looked every bit his part of a bumbling, well-meaning man from the Midwest. He opened and closed his mouth several times, looking for something to say to make it better.
Bruce knew no such words existed. The last time he had lost someone this close to him, Bruce had become the Batman. This time it was his son and not his parents. This time it was directly his fault. Bruce didn't know what this would make him but decided to save Clark from having to say something, "Is Dick... Does Dick know?" he managed to ask, his voice dampened with emotion.
His sons were as thick as the thieves they stopped. Dick made it a point to visit the manor at least once a week, making the nearly hour-long commute from Blüdhaven often enough that his co-workers at the precinct teased him for still living at home. Dick had understood Jason in ways Bruce couldn't. He had known the anger Jason felt (although Dick had been much more vocal and obvious in that anger) and had been able to settle Jason's doubts. Beyond that, Jason had looked up to Dick. Dick was everything Jason wanted to be ( even though Bruce had regularly assured him that he was enough by himself). Dick and Jason had been brothers and having to relive his greatest sadness again to another person who would feel it just as keenly would surely break Bruce.
Clark took a shaky breath, "I told him. He's still off planet for his mission. He'll be..." Clark continued talking but Bruce wasn't listening. A mission. That's what he needed (maybe it could fill the aching pit in his chest). He knew what he needed to do. He would-
His train of thought was cut off by Clark grasping his shoulders desperately, "Bruce. I need you to stay with me. What can I do for you?" he said in a carefully measured tone. With Dick gone and Alfred still recovering from pneumonia and dealing with grief himself, Clark was the only person standing in his way. Bruce needed him gone.
He drew in a shaky breath. He was not a good person. "Clark," he said, "I appreciate you for staying but I need some time to grieve. I'll call you when to come over?" He needed to phrase it like a question, as if he wasn't already sure that this was what was going to happen.
Clark gave him a small, sad smile, "I'll be listening. I'm here for you, Bruce," and he hovered for a moment, examining his friend's face, before flying away in a streak of primary colors.
Bruce looked after his friend with a grim expression set on his face before turning to his kid's grave. Jason was from the Narrows. In the Narrows, there were only two rules; look out for your own and never forget. Bruce intended to grieve his baby in a way he would have appreciated.
-
As Batman, it should be concerning how easy it is to break into Arkham. Through minimal surveillance and the use of the shadows, he had slipped through the high-barbed walls and into the holding area. From there, it was child's play to strangle the Joker into unconsciousness and lug him out of this sick joke of an institution.
-
Bruce chose a warehouse by the docks. Perhaps Jason's sense of drama had rubbed off on him or maybe he just knew it would be easier to get rid of bodies at Gotham's favorite dumping site. Either way, Bruce was a little apprehensive about starting the grieving process. There was a reason he had the no-kil policy, after all, he wasn't sure if he could ever come back from that. Luckily, he planned on punishing everyone involved in Jason's death so he wouldn't have to worry about whether he would snap of not after he took the Joker's life.
As Bruce waited for Joker to wake up, he found himself grateful that Dick wasn't on earth to see his mentor and father figure become a complete hypocrite. He thought Dick might be angry at him, not for killing the Joker but for being selfish. When Dick's parents had died, Bruce hadn't allowed him his revenge. The entire point of making Dick Robin had been to keep an eye with him, to prevent him from doing something he would regret. And now, without Bruce's Robin? Bruce was doing the one thing that he always swore he wouldn't do. It was a bit ironic.
"Ha Ha HA HAHAHAHAHAHA!" the Joker had remained slumped as he started cackling. He wasn't wearing any of his customary makeup so his bleached skin was splotchy and the ring of bruises around his neck was obvious. And Bruce was enraged. The Joker, the goddamn Joker, got to sit there and put on his fake little insanity act while his little boy lay, rotting, underground.
"Batsy, Batsy, Batsy, where is that little bird of yours? I want to pluck his little wings!" the Joker's macabre grin was highlighted by his malicious eyes. Joker kept rambling, cracking jokes about Bruce's dead son. It was thoughtful of him, really, making Bruce's decision so much easier like that. The Joker always thought he had the upper hand, he leaned heavily on the fact that Batman didn't kill. Maybe if Bruce hadn't been so damn soft before, his son would still be living. Maybe his sons had had a point when they said that stopping crime wasn't enough. Bruce needed to end it. And he would start and stop by ending the Joker, the man who killed his Jaylad.
Bruce smiled. Joker claimed to be the king of jest but he had never truly gotten a taste for dramatic irony. The Joker stopped his tirade, "Hahahaha! Finally crack a smile, did we, my darling Knight" Bruce pulled out the weapon he had been hiding behind his back. A crowbar.
Joker, for all he claimed to be insane was very much a normal man. Yes, he was a clinically diagnosed sociopath. Yes, he dressed in brightly clashing colors to commit comical crime. But, he was not insane. He, like everyone else, did not enjoy pain. He was very much not looking forward to being beaten with a crowbar.
Bruce does not know what sort of things the Joker had said to his Jason as he beat him to death. Knowing Joker, it wasn't anything good. Bruce, however, was not trying to emulate the monster. He was trying to get justice (Vengeance). Besides, he could put so much more strength in his hits when he stayed silent.
The Joker had tried to laugh. He did, when Batman first started swinging. It was just so damn funny that the Bat had decided to go for revenge. It was just so unlike him. Now, however? After seconds or minutes or hours of being beat by a viciously angry man stronger than some meta humans? Laughing was starting to hurt. "Ha ha hghhhh," he gurgles. Oh dear, there was blood. At least he knew that Batman wouldn't kill him. At least... and then Batman took of his cowl. He was going to die. He stopped laughing.
Bruce wanted the Joker to know he was about to die, like his Jason had known in his last moments. He looked at the Joker, not as Batman but as Bruce Wayne, and smiled. The part of his face not normally protected by his cowl was splattered with blood and the crowbar in his hands was dripping in a steady pattern. The monster in front of him was deformed. His nose broke in multiple places and his mouth missing teeth. One of his femurs was broken in two and some of the bone was sticking out in a grotesque mockery of the human form. Good. The Joker wasn't human enough and didn't deserve to look like one.
"I've wanted to do this for years," he growled and he took sick satisfaction to see the fear on Joker's widened, yellow eyes as he swung back. Good. Jason was scared in his last moments. He was just about to take his final swing down on Joker's head when his elbow was grabbed. Clark.
"Let me go." he grounded out. "Let me kill him."
He looked back at Clark, glaring, and Clark just looked impossibly sad. Then, quicker than his eyes could truly process, Joker was knocked out and Bruce's crowbar was no longer in his hands. "I can't let you do this. You won't be able to live with yourself."
Bruce scoffed. He was Batman. He thought of everything, "Obviously. I plan on killing everyone responsible for Jason's death. You don't have to worry about me 'snapping' or something once I kill this son of a bitch." Seriously, Clark. His contingencies had contingencies, of course he hasn't over looked the fact that, in murdering someone, he would become a villain in need of stopping.
Clark looked stricken, his eyes so damn sad. "Bruce..." he said, a whisper of a prayer. "Bruce, what about Dick?"
Bruce didn't understand. He had thought about Dick, that's why he was doing it while his boy was off planet helping people (he was so proud of him) "Yes? He's not here so he won't have to deal with me becoming a horrible criminal."
Clark let out a choked sound, "That is not what I meant. Bruce, Dick loves you. It would break him to lose his brother and his dad back to back. " Clark took a breath, as if gathering himself and stepped closer to him. "Bruce, the only reason I'm stopping you from killing Joker is because I know you can't kill someone. Bruce, Jason's death wasn't your fault."
That's what broke the grief out again. Bruce crumpled into himself and hit the floor, sobbing. Didn't Clark understand? It was Bruce's fault that Jason had become Robin. It was Bruce's fault the Joker had targeted him. It was Bruce's fault for not finding out where Jason left to. It was Bruce's fault for not getting to the warehouse in time. It was Bruce's fault for not thinking to call Superman until after everything was ruined. It was all Bruce's fault, couldn't he see it?
Clark was crouched down next to him, hugging him against his chest. Bruce, through sobs, asked "What do I do? It hurts...God is hurts so much. Joker'll just escape again...what if...what if Dick... I can't" and he sobbed into Clark's chest.
Clark was running his hand soothingly on his back, "Why don't you take him. Put him in one of the containment cells in the Bat cave, he won't hurt anyone and then you don't need to...hurt yourself." Bruce latched on to those words like a lifeline. He still needed to find a way to bring himself to justice for his involvement in Jason's death but maybe then he wouldn't hurt Dick too (he had never considered that dying would cause Dick to mourn)
"Bruce," Clark said as he lifted his still crying friend, "I need to take you home so you can get Joker's cell ready. He isn't going to be able to move. No one knows where he is." Bruce nodded, thankful Clark has given him something to do. He knew exactly what cell to use.
It was one of his more brutal inventions, used only once and only for intimidation. If someone tried to hack into it or open the doors with the wrong code, the cell would fill with a poisonous gas. Bruce normally would just use it to threaten someone, would have the antidote on hand. He wouldn't be doing that this time. The cell itself only had one, long lasting light bulb over the toilet and singular faucet. A food slop was deposited through piping that went through three walls and was filtered for any solid objects. Other than the crude appliances and a singular, high definition camera for surveillance, there was nothing in the cell. It was inhumane and Bruce had vowed to only ever use if for a truly non-human beast.
What better fit that description than the Joker? Bruce wasn't going to kill the Joker. He had his line for a reason and was thankful that Clark pulled him back. Dick was going to need him and it would be selfish to leave him alone. He would pay his penance by working even harder to make sure that what Jason stood for, that helping the little guy, wouldn't die with him. But he would also make sure that his baby got what he deserved. He deserved to have his code, that he had gotten on the rough streets of Gotham, followed.
So Bruce would protect his own, his living son and all of goddamn Gotham from the Joker. And he would never forget what that bastard had done to his precious Robin.
Batman didn't kill but Bruce was going to make the Joker wish he was dead.
I saw a post (maybe from @broosepayne ????) about how Clark, as a Kryptonian with a different evolution than humans, would be scared of different animals than humans (like, maybe he's terrified of goldfish and sheep or something)
But like, what if the inverse is true? Like, he finds some animals as naturally cute as we would find kittens. One of those animals is the bat.
Everytime Clark sees Batman, he has to resist the urge to squeeze him to death (you know, like cuteness aggression) As someone with super strength, this is a big issue.
(Bruce eventually has conceded to allowing his bf hug him 24/7 just to mitigate the cuteness aggression and prevent Clark from accidently squeezing him to death (how embarrassing would it be to die because he was too cute? Bruce cannot allow this))
Bruce runs a Batman hate account (batman_sucks) Like, it's just a burner account where he's like "Why do we let this goddamn furry run free in our city? He does more harm than good!" (When his kids confronted him about it, he claimed it was another layer between personalities. His kids did not believe him and gave many hugs).
Anyway, he runs into this other account that just! keeps! defending! Batman!
Like, he'll say something about the rise of supervillain crime in correlation with the Bat and this account will show the rise of supervillain crime world wide.
He'll say the Bat is working like an unchecked police force and this account will remind him that the Bat single-handedly cleared up Gotham PD protection.
Once, Bruce makes fun of himself for being one of the only non-metas on the Justice League and this account went onto a 26 reply rant.
(In unrelated news, Clark has decided that batman_sucks is his greatest nemesis)
JLA are trying to figure out Superman and Batman's secret identities and finally figure out that they are the famous married couple, Bruce and Clark Kent-Wayne
Except
They mix them around
Batman is an investigative reporter? That checks. He's a cornfed country boy? Explains the gains
Superman is an outgoing philanthropist? It tracks. His parents are wealthy enough to avoid any legal issues? It's how he stayed underground for years!
(Obviously, Superman is helping is hubby pay for the nice armor)
Bruce, dressed only in his bathrobe and draped seductively on his bed: Cla~ark, come join me?
Clark, seeing this
The 'versus' part is them arguing about whether or not they should travel or stay home with family for their anniversary.
Superman introducing his goth boyfriend to the Justice League (Batman founded it, he just doesn't go to meetings and communicates solely in tersely worded emails)
Superman: This is Batman, the terror of Gotham! Vengeance itself! He is the night!
Batman: *incomprehensible growls and mumbles, goes to sulk in the shadows by the door*
Superman: Awww, he likes you guys!!!
Injustice Gods Among Us Year 3 #14