imposterogers:

feel like it’s always framed as ‘oh foggy is the one in unrequited love’ when matt is the one who overtly designates their relationship as romantic. like when they were stumbling around drunk together and matt pulled foggy close, saying he’s looking for someone he likes listening to while staring at foggy (who was talking). or when foggy says ‘we’re going to share everything […] for better or worse’ and matt is the one who immediately goes ‘it sounds like we’re getting married’. or when matt says to foggy, out of no where, ‘youre not going to kiss me’. matt always compares their dynamics to a couple bc that’s what he wants them to b!!!!!

deecotan:

been reading world’s finest comics and fell in love with superbat co-parenting robin dynamic. that’s litcherally their son

yabadabadooda:

The brainrot came back….

brucedefender4eva:

Jason finds them stuffed in a broom closet (yes yes, Bruce knows it’s a cliché, shut the fuck up) at a gala.

If anyone asks, yes, Bruce does blame Clark. I mean, the man has super hearing and he couldn’t hear the 14 year old coming toward them? Bullshit.

Now Jason won’t allow Clark anywhere near Bruce. Even worse, he somehow roped Dick in to keep Clark away from him. It was just a little makeout session, no biggie.

“Jason, sweetheart, let Clark in.” Bruce said tiredly, glancing up at one of the huge windows in the manor just to come face to face with a pouting Clark. He looked like a kicked puppy.

“No! He can’t come in!” Jason insisted fiercely, grabbing one of the curtains and running across to close off the window from Clark. Not that it worked. Clark just flew over to the window right beside it and pouted even harder, letting out an audible whine of sadness. “I’ve gotta protect you Dad!”

Bruce massaged his temples and turned to his first child, unimpressed by the smug expression on his face. “Fix this.”

Dick blinked, his eyes widening as he tried to display faux confusion. “I haven’t the faintest clue what you mean Dad.” Dick said lightly, a wide grin slowly taking over his face.

“I know it was you who corrupted your little brother.” Bruce glared, ignoring the sound behind him of Jason running around trying to close all the curtains he could reach. “He was perfectly fine with Clark coming over before.”

Dick shrugged his shoulders. “I’m telling ya, it wasn’t me.”

Bruce lets out a loud suffering groan, grabbing the scampering little 14 year old as he tried to dart by.

“Jaylad, your brother has graciously decided to volunteer and babysit you while Clark and I go to the movies like we planned.” Bruce said in a sickly sweet voice, grabbing Dick’s arm and stopping his escape. “Isn’t that right Dickie?”

Dick cursed under his breath as he takes his little brother in his arm, doing his best to try and ignore his happy cheering. “You suck.”

“Right back at ya kid.” Bruce smirked, grabbing his jacket and opening the door, his expression softening as he came face to face with the bright smiling face of Clark. “Ready?”

“Of course!” Clark grinned, gathering Bruce in his arms as he floated off the ground, grinning even brighter as Bruce pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

frownyalfred:

I don’t blame Clark for crashing out in all the Superbat fics where his first kiss ever is with Bruce because if I got smooched for the first time ever by a scorpio who’s slept around and uses kissing like the most devastating kind of weapon, I would also fucking lose it

build-a-bruce:

There is something so satisfying about when yall write Clark the reporter interviewing ‘Brucie’ Wayne, and how Bruce is expecting the routine nosy questions journalists always ask. But here comes Clark, handsome, in this fucking Banana Republic suit asking zero questions for the gossip rags. No, he wants to know about those random company projects that have produced no tangible results, yet the money spent on them is actually to-the-dollar amount provided to the school system in Gotham, donated “anonymously”. And are these “anonymous” donations one-offs, or will the school system regularly receive resources to continue supporting the students and faculty?? If so, will there be any “anonymous” donations to the city to improve infrastructure in the school zones as well, so that students and faculty can have safer commutes???

And Bruce has got to figure out WHO the fuck he’s gonna be in the next 3 seconds to determine HOW he’s going to answer because this is a good question but who the hell is this guy and how did he figure this out? He put those donations under the most ridiculous project names he could think of that were still somewhat believable, and made sure those donations were not tied to him in any way. So WHO is going to answer? Brucie, or Bruce? Because it can’t be Batman, that’s not allowed. He came to this event for the optics and now he’s getting figuratively backed into a corner by a sexy man in tweed.

gracevanpelt:

THE MENTALIST + SERIALIZD REVIEWS

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tchtokyo:

Bruce and Clark have a special rooftop, one that is high enough, with enough things to hide them from whatever can catch them, where they can pull the heroes personas off and just idly talk about anything.

The lights from the city reach them, but at the same time the moonlight gives them comfort. Their legs dangle from above, floor so far away, but both don’t pay attention.

This rooftop was the one where they first met, where they had their first fight, where they first showed their identities, where clark met dick and all the rest of the birds, where clark told Bruce he got married to Lois, where Bruce said he was dating Selena, where clark said he had a son with Lois, where clark said he was divorced, where Bruce told clark about his encounter and assault with Talia, and then where Bruce showed Damian.

That rooftop held memories of every important matter in their life, that rooftop witness a dictionary of emotions expressed by the both of them, that rooftop their sanctuary.

Today was no different. Cowl off, persona off, feet dangling, postures relaxed and faces happy. Clark was telling an anecdote from work and Bruce was laughing that laugh that was deep and genuine, that clark had the privilege to hear.

Clark was looking at Bruce laughing and speaking, his eyes soft and a turn up of lips always present. They were best friends, close partners and a constant presence in each other’s lives. The first person to always enter his mind was Bruce. He hadn’t realize how Bruce dictated his life without even trying, Clark was always thinking about Bruce and what Bruce thought.

Clark never realized that what he felt for Bruce was more than just a friendship. But now, looking at the fair skin illuminated by the city lights and perfected by the moonlight, eyes wrinkled from laughing and pale blues gazing on his own, Clark felt something explode inside himself, something that was stuck but finally made itself known.

Oh. I love this man.

Bruce had his head turn towards clark, about to ask what’s wrong because of the stretched silence from clark, but he didn’t get to say anything because clark leaned in with a fleeting confidence and kissed Bruce.

It was frightening, it was amazing. It was scary, it was wonderful. It was the end of the world, it was everything he asked for.

And when Bruce kissed back, oh, Clark wanted to float so bad and just let the wind take him because it was just like a dream.

It started off as soft, little nips here and there, their lips moving in a sync that rivaled their battle forms. They kept their hands to themselves, just focusing on kissing and savoring each other. Bruce pushed back, deepening the kiss and clark let him, willingly opening his lips to feel Bruce’s tongue exploring and tasting, playing with Clark’s tongue.

It felt like hours when they pulled back. Bruce was catching his breath because he was only human, and clark was catching his for a whole different reason. Both looked at each other, confirming and smashing any remaining doubts they might have left, before they both smiled and chuckled at whatever.

“Do you want to go back to the manor?”

Clark giggled “if Alfred allows me to.”

“It’s worth the try.”

(I was inspired by this umikochannart on twitter and Instagram!! Plz check her out she has amazing artstyle and amazing superbat fanart!!!)

Anonymous asked:

Gotham decides to get revenge on the Fortress for traumatizing her favorite blorbo (that’s HER job) by making Clark absolutely FERAL about Bruce

frownyalfred:

Oooh I like it. Poor Bruce is getting tortured by the Fortress and in exchange Gotham ramps up Clark’s powers just a tad to help him look (he was going crazy flying around) but the trade off is that Clark is minorly soul-bonded (or the Eldritch equivalent) so even when he finds Bruce, gets him safe, and respects the distance Bruce clearly needs, he is agonized. Because he needs him. And Gotham is like well, for a son in law, he’s very useful 🤷‍♀️

shiiro-arts:

Tiny little thing I did for my new BlindLucy AU Fanfic!! :D

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