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keenzinemugstudent · 7 months

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Clark x Black goth reader! Smut! A not so secret quickie!

Warning ⚠️ ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS THIS IS A SMUT SO ADULTS ONLY PLS⚠️

Lana hears strange noises in the art room and goes to investigate.

"Where Clark?"

Chole asked looking around not seeing the farm boy Lana just shrugs her shoulders.

"I'm not sure I saw him earlier though he seemed really out of it."

"Well that's weird."

"Oh I forgot my bag you go on without me!"

As Lana was walking through the hall way she heard noises coming from in the art room hmm maybe it was the janitor? She goes to check it out what she didn't expect was to see you and Clark.

He was holding your hands softly you stood in front of him looking at ground face full of worry. Lana could see you looked troubled she was about to walk in and see if everything was okay until you spoke.

"Clark I don't think this is a good idea.."

"Oh come on Y/n you promised!"

"I know it's just- this is embarrassing!"

You try to move from his reach but he grabs your hand a pout on his face.

"I promise we won't get caught. You don't have to worry so much."

"Clark it's almost the end of the day can't you just ya'know wait than?"

"I can't! I've been waiting for this since third period if I wait anymore I'll go nuts!"

Lana had no idea what was going on what was Clark trying to get you to do? He sounded pretty desperate. She had noticed in class that he kept looking at the clock for lunch to start but just to see you? She heard you let out a surprised gasp Lana leaves from her thoughts only to see Clark pick you up to sit on the teachers desk your face was flustered you put your hands on his chest starring up at the handsome farm boy.

"What if someone catches us?!"

"Y/n please just focus all your attention on me okay?"

You let out a small shaky sigh as his hands slowly move down your hips to your thighs to your knees gently spreading your legs open so he could easily stand between them which caused Lana's face to become warm. What exactly was she seeing? Why was Clark touching you like that?!

He leans down to gently kiss your forehead than your cheek than to your lips making Lana cover her own in surprise, you close your eyes shyly kissing him back holding his arms, you wanted to be strong and not give in but when he kissed you everything else didn't matter anymore.

"Is it okay for us to keep going?"

You was hesitant but nod your head Clark gives you a smile, gently grabs your face to kiss while you start lift up his shirt that was always kept tucked you unbutton his shirt to show his well toned stomach making you bite your lip he was just so damn hot it was ridiculous! You rub his chest going down to his stomach to his pants zipper he lets out a low groan as you grazed his front pants touching his already hardened cock making you giggle.

"Wow you really weren't kidding huh?"

"What can I say you make me excited"

They both give a small laugh than go back to kissing all you could hear was lips and moans around the empty classroom. Lana was still hiding behind the door face red still not understanding what was going on the whenever she saw you two together it was always a friendly interaction, Clark would say "Hi" to you in the hallway and you'd shyly wave back at him before running off somewhere.

Lana that it was weird because you were the quiet goth girl and he was the shy but friendly farm boy you both weren't friends or so she thought but than she remembered when she saw Clark and you at his mom's flower shop once and you two were talking and laughing she had noticed you were holding red roses. Than the next couple days at school she and Chole always saw a red rose either on your locker or on your desk. Whenever somebody would try to question you about it you'd always just shrug your shoulders not knowing who it was, then you'd go the whole day with a smile on your face.

Did that mean that Clark had been the one to give you those roses???

"Ah C-clark!"

Lana looks and could see Clark's hand going under your skirt you try to stop him but could only give out a weak moan as his fingers entered you...Clark freaking Kent was fingering you in the art class.

"Clark baby please! Oh you know I'm sensitive down there!"

He just shh you by kissing you again muffling your cries of pleasure while still rubbing your clit in circles

"You said you'd give me anything if I passed that test I got a A+ all that studying really paid off huh?"

You try to speak but could only moan and whimper as his fingers started to speed up. You were so wet that you could hear it making you hide your face in his shoulder trying to quiet the embarrassing noises.

Lana could feel herself getting wet just from the sight. To say she was jealous was an understatement she couldn't believe that Clark was doing this in school of all places! and to you of all people you were always so quiet but nice enough Lana didn't think you two had THAT kind of relationship!

"Y/n I want you to cum... think you can do that for me sweetheart?"

He whispers in your ear kissing your cheek. You couldn't say anything but nod holding on to his arms moving your hips trying to make his fingers go deeper into your pussy.

"Y-yes! oh god yes yes! I'll cum just please Clark don't stop!"

You sounded so needy Clark moves his fingers faster and deeper making loud moans leave your mouth not even caring if anyone walk by and hear you (too late for that)

Lana should not still be here why was she even still watching this?! It was something private between you two so why the hell was she still here?! Just as you so close to your release suddenly Clark stopped his movements causing you to look up at him with teary eyes upset that he didn't let you cum.

"W-why'd you stop?"

He just moves hair from your forehead to kiss your upper brow removing his fingers making you whimper from the lose, Clark reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a a condom.

Lana went wide as she saw Clark start to pull down his pants revealing himself Lana's mouth was wide open in shock but you just let out low moan rubbing your legs together feeling yourself getting wetter at the sight as he put on the condom even though you've seen it multiple times he just looked so damn good!

Main while Lana nearly passed out when she saw how big Clark was jesus even Whitney wasn't that big! There was no way Y/n would be able to take him! Right?

Clark got closer to you his forehead touching yours once again hands going under your skirt to remove your red underwear he grabs your hips pulling you closer you wrap your arms around his neck kissing under his jaw leaving light hickeys and black lipstick stains on him biting his ear. You looked towards Lana's direction making her freeze on the spot, thinking she'd been caught but you give an annoyed sigh you were looking up at the clock on the wall.

"Clark baby I'm sorry but we're are out of time."

He looked at his watch and saw that you were right but he just shook his head.

"We still have more time."

He spread your legs rubbing himself against your wet heat, you both let out loud gasp as he slowly pushed himself inside you stretching you out, once he was fully inside he stood still all you could hear in the room was their heavy breathing.

"I'm going to start moving okay?"

You were so lost in pleasure all you could give him was just give a lazy nod, he starts to slowly moving his hips letting out a shaky breathe even though this wasn't the first time you two had sex, he was always careful with you seeing as he accidentally left hand marks on your legs once and Chole saw it thinking someone had hurt your since than he always tries to be careful with you but God it was so hard there was just something about you made him crazy!

You lay your back on the desk gently moving your hips enjoying the feeling of him inside you but it was so hot that you had to remove your shirt making Clark give a low growl at the sight of your breasts and your blood red bra the one thing Clark loved most about having sex (making love but he won't say it out loud yet)

Was seeing your chest they were just so perfect! that's when he realized he was wasting time and need to speed this up so he leaning his body nearly covering you and moved his hips faster making your eyes go wide at the usual change of pace.

"W-wait Clark no wait please! Not so fast please! I can't oh god!"

He just ignored your cries of mercy and just moved his hips even faster, skin hitting against skin both of you panting heavily you arch your back off the desk mouth wide open cries of pleasure leaving your mouth. Clark just hugs you closer he grabs a hold of your ass than slapping it harshly making you let out a surprised cry of pain and pleasure. With how fast he was going your chest bounced at each thrust making you feel like you were seeing stars.

It didn't make it any better when he put his mouth on your left nipple gently sucking and bitting it making a small scream leave your mouth.

"Your doing so good for me Y/n."

All you could do was give a him a whine and wrap your shaking legs around his hips in a desperate attempt to pull him closer and deeper in your poor weeping pussy.

Lana was still watching the two lovers go at it like animals in heat she got up slowly legs shaking gave a low quiet moan as she could feel underwear wet. She had to get out of there and hopefully try to forget the scene she just witnessed.

By the end of the day Lana saw you and Clark again but this time he was helping you walk too his trunk you were limping and your makeup was a mess and you still looked flustered Clark he looked fine??? I mean his clothes was a bit ruffled but he looked okay.

"Wow I wonder what happened to Y/n?"

Lana didn't say anything but blush red not being able to say anything to Chole. The only thing she could think was Y/n was one lucky girl.

I'm probably going to hell for writing this aren't I?

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ao3sbatfamily · 15 days

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Hey do you have any recs for fics where the batfamily does something that absolutely should not be possible and everyone is like wtf?

I feel like in most of the JLA meet batfam fics, the JLA focuses more on batman have kids and less on the fact that they usually did some terrifying shit. I went with cryptid batfam.

This was made into a series, so make sure to check out the sequels.

'Growling in the Shadows' by GayBatBoi

It was Martian Manhunter who interrupted his thoughts this time. “I have not met many humans who have met this Batman, but the ones I have talked to did not broadcast fear when thinking of him. In fact they seemed to feel more hopeful and safe when talking about The Batman.

“I don’t know, this just seems like a bad idea. Isn’t there anyone else we could try first?” Clark whined. He couldn’t exactly just say ‘I don’t want to go because I’m scared’. The others would never let him live it down.

“We all know that there are precious few heroes we can ask to join us, Clark. We must ensure that the hero we ask is as strong as possible to make up for our small amount of warriors.” Diana chimed in again, always the voice of reason. “A few strong teammates is far superior to many weak ones.”

“I’m still not convinced this Batman character is a good guy at all.“ He pouted, arms crossed like a child throwing a tantrum. He didn’t care. If Clark had to Gotham he could at least sulk about it a bit first.

“We could always offer him the position as a trial run. If he’s a good guy then we recruit him full time. If he’s a villain then at least we can keep a close eye on him and take care of it if we need to” Green Arrow took Flash and Diana’s side.

“I think it’s worth a shot. It is not as if there are many heroes to choose from and this Batman may surprise us yet.” Wonder Woman smiled.

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im-the-eldest-boy · 3 months

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i would write an ABSOLUTELY HEART BREAKING superbat fic based on la la land but no one’s ready for that yet

#batman #superman #batman x superman #clark kent x bruce wayne #bruce wayne x clark kent #bruce wayne #dc #superbat #clark kent #comics #worlds finest #fan fictions #superbat fanfiction #la la land #emma stone #ryan gosling

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ducksrus · 2 months

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The tag “Batfamily meets the justice league” has such a special place in my heart 🤍

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unbreakabledawn · 4 months

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Tidal Lock 🌊

[read on ao3]

Rating: Mature | 4.6k words, wip

Fandom: DCU | Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne

Summary: A decade’s worth of trust, friendship and longing has brought Bruce and Clark into each other’s arms. It’s challenging, but they’re determined to make their new romantic relationship work. It certainly would have been a lot easier if they could think straight, without Kryptonian biology throwing a wrench into the works.

Bruce has always been strict about his privacy, especially when it comes to his relationships. But this is Clark, and there is no one else he would rather entrust with his family, not to mention he’s already practically family himself. And, selfishly, Bruce just wants to spend time with him. Now that they’re together, Bruce has years of longing to make up for and the few weeks they’ve been together has been nowhere near enough to even scratch the surface of it. He has no idea what will be enough, if such a thing even exists. Sometimes it’s all he can think about: Clark and his luminous smile, the sincere tone in which he calls Bruce’s name, the golden warmth of his presence. Which is ridiculous, Bruce is a grown man, not an infatuated teenager. But Clark— Bruce blinks down at the coffee maker, which has slowed to a quiet drip.

#unbreakabledawn fic #my fic #fan fiction #fan fic #ao3 #superbat #superman #clark kent #batman #bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #dawn post #dawn's tidal lock

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tiredd-writer · 3 months

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The completed fic

#batman #superman #superbat #clark kent #bruce wayne #clark kent x bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #fan fiction #fanfic #gay

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woshibaixianggua · 1 year

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eliemo · 1 year

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Call For Help

Summary: He wasn’t angry. He’d gone into this knowing Bruce was particular about his space, that his trust came sparingly, that things would have to move slow, but he’d like to think that he was past the point of punishing himself to avoid setting a boundary.

Clark couldn’t remember when he’d memorized Bruce’s being, when his heartbeat had become as familiar to him as his own, when it had gotten to the point where Clark could find him as easy as breathing no matter how far apart they were.

It had happened gradually, naturally, Bruce’s place in Clark’s life settling into its importance long before they’d become something more than coworkers. More than friends.

It had been two months since they’d crossed that line, since Bruce had finally taken that step out of his dark corner and allowed Clark to see him, really see him, after years of waiting.

Clark would have waited a hundred more. He hoped Bruce knew that.

It had started slow, both of them unsure, but it had progressed significantly better than he’d thought it would.

Not that Clark had been worried it would go poorly, of course. He loved Bruce and he knew, although it was much harder for the other man to say, that Bruce loved him too.

Things were never going to be easy, he knew that. The lives they both lead guaranteed that.

They both had their own unique walls, their own reservations and fears, and while Clark had promised Bruce he was ready to put in the work, promised that he was ready to go as slow as Bruce needed, he’d been prepared for an uphill battle. Bruce lived like he had his back to the wall, a lifetime of loss and abuse etched deep in his bones, and getting Batman to even trust Clark as a friend had taken years.

But everything had fallen into place like it was meant to be, the new dynamic easy to slip into, the two of them fitting together just as easily as their hands, their lips, their arms when they found each other at the end of a particularly hard day.

Clark was still wary, well aware of the damage he could do, the power behind his hands capable of so much destruction, so much bloodshed. There was a deadliness below the surface that he wished, more than anything, wasn’t there. There were days where he was terrified Bruce still harbored any remains of the deep-seated mistrust he’d clutched onto when they’d first met, analyzing Superman like a threat.

And Bruce was still Bruce, overthinking every conversation, every movement, quiet and careful with how he touched Clark, both in public and behind closed doors.

But it all felt easy. It all felt right, more so as each day passed, Clark now waking up in the manor more than his own apartment, finding Bruce in the kitchen or the cave and planting a gentle kiss to his hair before flying to Metropolis, racing the sunrise to work.

Bruce was always waiting for him when he woke, both of them sharing a snippet of their lives, relaxed and quiet, Batman always ready to greet him along with the rising sun.

And as nice as that was… that was the problem, wasn’t it?

It had taken a bit for Clark to fully register what was happening, to spend the night at the manor enough times to recognize it as a pattern, but once he did he couldn’t help the wave of unease that settled in his gut, the worry and confusion gnawing at racing thoughts.

He knew he couldn’t expect Bruce to take nights off regularly, and he wouldn’t dream of asking. But Bruce had made an effort to work out his schedules to give him and Clark a few nights to spend together, Dick or Jason covering his routes for a few hours when he came home early. Alfred seemed thrilled about that, at least.

The night would end with them in the same bed, Bruce pressed securely against Clark’s chest, a grounding presence that lulled him to sleep faster than anything had before. Like this, with Bruce’s heartbeat close and his steady breathing in his ear, Clark could let go and drift off, knowing for a fact that Bruce was safe.

And while he didn’t technically need the rest, not physically at least, in Bruce’s bed he slept deep and peaceful in a way he never had before, wrapped up in silk sheets and steady arms.

But then he’d wake up, sunlight seeping through the black curtains, and he’d start his morning in an empty bed.

Bruce was never far, of course. He’d usually wait to tell Clark goodbye if he had business at the office to attend to, and they’d leave together if the Justice League called, but… still.

It felt like Clark was missing out on something important, on waking up next to Bruce, on starting their days together. He wanted to wake up slowly in his arms, hold him as long as he possibly could until there was no choice but to get out of bed.

But he didn’t even know what time Bruce woke up, what he looked like in the first rays of sunlight, slowly blinking into the waking world.

It wasn’t like Clark wasn’t used to sleeping alone, but waking up with Bruce gone so suddenly sent a spark of anxiety through his chest each time, dread and confusion weighing him down until he found the strength to push himself up and seek his partner out.

If Bruce didn't want to stay the night with him that was his choice, but Clark would at least like to know what he’d done wrong.

So he’d finally worked up the courage to bring it up, stumbling through his question, not quite sure how to explain his worry or voice what exactly it was that he wanted.

It was silly, making such a big deal over something so small, over the desire to wake up next to Bruce when they spent the night together rather than left alone in bed. But it was important to him, as small a gesture as it was, and he knew Bruce understood small gestures better than anyone.

“I didn’t know it upset you,” Bruce said, brow pinched in the way it did when he was trying (and struggling) to be emotionally available. “Sorry.”

“I’m not upset with you,” Clark assured, because he wasn’t. It wasn’t about that. “I just wasn't sure if I did something wrong, or if you–”

“You didn’t,” Bruce said. “I’m just usually awake before you.”

In all the years he’d known Bruce, Batman had certainly never been a morning person. He barely slept, glued to his computer in the cave most nights, but on the rare occasion he did sleep, he’d emerge no later than noon, scowling and sluggish until someone handed him coffee.

But apparently he’d been awake before Clark rose with the sunrise, coffee at the ready by the time he made it downstairs.

It didn’t make sense, but Clark couldn’t find a reason to question the explanation. Maybe they were both getting better sleep in each other’s company.

“I think it might be nice to wake up together,” Clark said softly, reaching across the table to take Bruce’s hand in his own. “Is that okay?”

Bruce stared at their hands before blinking back up at Clark, calculating and reserved. Unreadable. “Alright.”

And for the time being, that had been that.

The next time they spent the night together, Bruce had curled up next to Clark as usual, a case file and a pen in his hand, muttering something about needing to finish up some work since he was missing patrol. Clark hadn’t thought much of it, it wasn’t unusual for Bruce to put himself to sleep mulling over a case.

The steady rhythm of his heart was already easing the lingering nerves from the day, Clark lulled to sleep in minutes by Bruce’s presence.

When he woke up the next morning, opening his eyes to the early morning sun, Bruce was still at his side just like he’d agreed to be. Clark smiled, reaching for him, but the relief was short lived.

Bruce was in the exact same position he’d been in when Clark had closed his eyes the night before, reclined against the pillows, eyes slightly bloodshot, the folder of files on his lap noticeably larger.

Bruce glanced at him, his gaze softening just a fraction when their eyes met. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Clark managed, frowning at how rough Bruce’s voice sounded. “Did you sleep at all?”

Bruce hummed, glancing down at the papers scattered across his lap. The tremble in his hands would have been undetectable to the human eye. “I promised Dick I’d go over these files for him. I lost track of time.”

“Oh.” Bruce let Clark reach forward, let him lean against his side and intertwine their hands. He seemed okay, and Clark knew all-nighters were nothing new for him, but there was something… off. “You should try to rest, B.”

“I’m fine,” Bruce said, a little too quickly. His heart- always slow, always controlled- skipped a beat. There was a tightness around his eyes, his shoulders held too tense for someone in their own bed, whether they’d gotten any sleep or not. “You’re going to be late for work. I’ll make coffee.”

And just like that he was gone, heading for the kitchen, and Clark was left alone in bed again.

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The next three days progressed the same way, Bruce clearly forcing himself to stay awake through the night at Clark’s side, bleary eyed and surrounded by his work when morning came.

On the fourth night, Clark made a lame excuse for why he needed to spend the night back in Metropolis just so Bruce could hopefully get some sleep.

And a later check in with Alfred confirmed his suspicions. Without Clark staying at the manor, Bruce had taken the night off per the butler’s request and slept a consecutive four hours that night, and another half hour nap in the late morning.

It wasn’t a lot, especially not after how much he’d lost already, but he knew by now that it was as close to a full night’s rest that Batman would allow himself.

Which meant that he hadn’t been reading into things, and Bruce refusing to close his eyes was entirely because of Clark’s presence.

Because of Clark taking up space in his bed.

It also meant that Bruce had most likely lied about waking up early, that he’d waited until Clark fell asleep before slipping out of bed for the rest of the night. It sure seemed that way, at least.

He wasn’t angry. There was no reason to be, not if this was what Bruce needed. He’d gone into this knowing Bruce was particular about his space, that his trust came sparingly, that things would have to move slow.

He just wished that Bruce didn’t feel the need to sneak around. If they were moving too fast, Clark would have understood. He would have backed off immediately if Bruce had just asked him to sleep in his own bed.

He knew how fragile Bruce’s trust was, how getting him to open up about anything was like pulling teeth, but he’d like to think that he was past the point of punishing himself to avoid setting a boundary.

Apparently not.

There wasn’t a good way to bring this up, either. Not without Bruce immediately shutting down the idea altogether and closing himself off even more, inevitably undoing any progress they’d made.

But that was fine. Clark could ignore the lingering ache in his chest and take a step back without a word, careful not to draw any attention to the shift in their dynamic. He’d gotten comfortable at the manor, often utilizing a guest room even before they’d gotten together, and he amended that he might have moved a little too fast without explicit permission.

He cherished the feeling of falling asleep in Bruce’s arms, of their breathing syncing up as he drifted off to the sound of his heartbeat beside his own rather than cities away, but if Bruce wasn’t ready for that kind of intimacy, Clark wasn’t selfish enough to push the subject.

And if he never wanted to share a bed with Clark, then… then that was fine too. Bruce was worth it.

He’d gotten used to making himself scarce at the manor over the last few days, still meeting Bruce for dinner in the evenings and working alongside Batman as usual at the Watchtower, forcing himself to be content in the quiet of his apartment and an empty bed. Nothing else between them had changed, there was no reason to make this a big deal.

Their sleeping arrangements didn’t come up again for another week, until Clark received a call from Alfred during a late night at the Daily Planet.

“Master Kent,” the butler greeted, and Clark could hear the tightness in his voice, the veiled urgency in his careful tone. “Do you have a moment to stop by the cave? I could use some help with Master Bruce.”

“I’m on my way,” Clark said, pushing away from his desk and starting for the roof before Alfred was even finished. “What’s wrong? Is he hurt?”

“A few broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder,” Alfred said. “Nothing serious, but he’s… worked up, and I’m having some trouble getting him to cooperate.”

In the background, Clark heard a familiar “Who are you talking to? What are you doing?” and sighed in quiet relief. Bruce was awake, and aware enough to be furious over Alfred calling Clark for help.

He sighed into the phone, an exasperated smile tugging at his lips, never slowing his ascent up the stairs. “I’ll be there in two minutes.”

He made it to the manor in less, despite the initial terror that Bruce was more severely hurt already fading, his heartbeat still a constant, grounding rhythm in his ears.

Clark found them in the cave’s medical bay almost exactly as he’d expected- Alfred dutifully peeling away disposable gloves and putting away medical supplies, Bruce wincing as he pulled a t-shirt over his head, scowl etched permanently onto his face.

Clark was able to get a good look at his torso before he pulled the shirt into place, wincing at the bruises and bandages littering pale skin. But a quick scan with his X-ray vision told him there was nothing serious.

Not by Batman’s standards, anyway. A normal person would be in the emergency room.

Bruce glanced up as he approached, piercing blue eyes dulled by pain and exhaustion. “What are you doing here?”

He knew Bruce well enough by now to pick apart his tone, to hear the quiet I’m glad you’re here that went unspoken, and smiled.

“I was worried about you.”

Bruce’s scowl deepened. “Alfred called you.”

“And I was worried.” He stopped beside the cot, waiting for silent permission before reaching out to cup Bruce’s cheek, carefully running a thumb along his bruised cheekbone. Bruce went tense, as he always did (and it always made Clark’s heart ache when he braced himself for something that would never come) before relaxing into the delicate touch a moment later.

“I’m fine,” Bruce said, but his voice was rough, every part of him run completely ragged, drained until there was nothing left. His eyelids were drooping, his jaw clenched. “You didn’t have to come.”

Clark ignored him, moving to hold Bruce’s face in both hands, something tugging in his chest at how wary he looked, always ready for the worst even after all these years, even in the safety of his own home. “You look exhausted.”

For once Bruce didn’t argue, didn’t shove him off and rise to his feet in a desperate effort to disprove any suspicion of weakness. His shoulders just slumped, and he leaned a little more into Clark’s hands.

“Long night,” he muttered, letting his eyes close for a moment. “Killer Croc.”

Clark hummed in sympathy and ran a hand through Bruce’s hair, still damp with sewer water, the faint stench of Gotham harbor still clinging to him. There were goosebumps along his skin, Batman shivering under his thin t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Why don’t you take a hot shower,” Clark offered. “And then we can try to get some sleep.”

It was a testament to how tired Bruce really was that he didn’t even argue or glare, just gave a silent nod and pushed himself to slightly unsteady feet. Clark knew better than to push his luck by trying to steady him, choosing instead to offer another gentle smile and let him make his own way to the bathroom.

“Thank you for coming,” Alfred said when they were left alone. “He’s had a long week. He’s calmer when you’re around.”

“Of course,” Clark said, but hesitated before his next words. “I’m just… glad he’s been getting some sleep recently.”

He could feel the older man staring, picking him apart in that uncanny way that left him feeling exposed, fiddling with his hands with nothing to do but stand there and wait.

“Is everything alright, Master Kent?” Alfred asked, and Clark knew better than to request he call him by his first name, odd and out of place as the title made him feel. “You’ve been around less this week. I was beginning to get worried.”

“Oh.” Of course Alfred had noticed. And he’d never shared Bruce’s talent for ignoring the elephant in the room. “I just… uh. You know. I’ve been busy with work.”

Alfred raised an eyebrow, and Clark’s gaze went to the floor. “Did something happen?”

“No,” Clark said quickly. Too quickly. “No, just… we’re okay. We… I just… wanted him to get some sleep.”

It didn’t make Clark feel any better about the situation when he didn’t need to explain any further, understanding flashing in Alfred’s eyes almost immediately. He nodded, smiling almost sadly.

“I see,” the older man said, lowering himself to the plastic chair beside the now vacant cot. “I was hoping he’d managed to move past that.”

It caught Clark’s attention, the weariness to his words, and he was prying before he could think better of it. “What do you mean? Is… if I did something to–”

“Not at all, dear boy,” Alfred said, effectively cutting off the nervous spiral. “It was nothing you did. Quite the opposite. Master Bruce has… a very adamant aversion to sleeping near anyone. Myself and his children included. With how safe he feels in your presence, I was hoping you’d be the exception. It isn’t your fault in the slightest.”

“Oh.” It made sense, even with the missing pieces, and the helpless panic at not knowing was starting to lessen, the shame that he’d done something to make Bruce begin to despise his company fading. But the new information just left a different kind of ache in his chest. “Why wouldn’t he just tell me?”

Alfred raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips. “Master Bruce willingly coming to you with an insecurity? Master Kent, have you lost your mind?”

Clark laughed, despite the situation. “Fair point.”

“You’ve been very patient with him,” Alfred said, softer this time. “I don’t have enough words to tell you how much I appreciate it.”

“He deserves it,” Clark said simply, because there wasn’t anything more to it than that. “And I love him. If he never wants to sleep next to me, he doesn’t have to. I just want him to feel safe.”

“I believe he does. I’m not sure where this… fear of his came from, but I hope he can overcome it. It didn’t used to be like this.”

“It’s recent?”

“A few years now,” Alfred said. “He used to sleep better with company. When he was a boy, he’d spend more nights in my room than his own. The nightmares were easier for him to handle when he had company. And he and Master Richard used to fall asleep on the couch together most nights.”

Clark smiled, chest light at the mental image, but reality pulled him right back down. “And then it just… stopped?”

“I don’t think it was quite so sudden,” Alfred amended. “But I should have noticed something was wrong before it got this bad. He’d always had night terrors and dreams but he’d never been afraid to… something must have happened, I just… wish I could offer him more. I wish he’d tell someone what changed.”

“I can talk to him about it,” Clark said. “When he’s feeling up to it.”

“You are welcome to try.” Alfred’s voice was soft, his smile sad as he pushed himself back to his feet. “Thank you, Master Kent. You’re of course welcome to stay, we have plenty of spare rooms.”

—---

When Bruce stumbled out of the bathroom, dead of his feet and doing a fantastic impression of a newborn deer, Clark decided to take matters into his own hands and fly them both upstairs to Bruce’s bedroom.

“Clark!” he’d barked, grabbing at Superman’s sleeves, but the heat in his voice was lost to bone deep exhaustion. “I can walk.”

“I’m sure you can,” Clark said. “But I’d rather not have you fall down the stairs and crack your head open.”

“I’d be fine,” Bruce muttered, but he let his head rest against Clark’s shoulder. “And you’d catch me.”

Clark didn’t grace that with a response, just smiled and pressed a kiss to Bruce’s hair. They both knew he was right.

He let Bruce get into bed on his own, placing him carefully on his feet, fully prepared to back away and leave as soon as he was under the covers.

But he was barely lucid enough to walk in a straight line, falling gracelessly onto the bed and rolling over, despite the hiss it pulled from his lips when it aggravated his injuries. He blinked up at Clark, and to his shock, reached out a hand.

He didn’t move, frozen to the carpet. “Did Alfred give you painkillers?”

“Clark,” he called, quiet and slurred. “Come here?”

And Clark could never deny Bruce anything, especially not when he asked like that. He pushed aside the worry, crossing the room immediately and lowering himself to the edge of the bed, letting his fingers intertwine with Bruce’s.

But Bruce clearly had other plans, tugging slightly on his hand, moving aside until Clark had time to lay down on his side, their noses inches apart.

Hesitantly, he reached out his free hand to cup Bruce’s cheek, relishing in the way his blue eyes fluttered shut, his face relaxing.

“You’re okay,” he said. “You can rest, everything’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Bruce leaned into the warmth, relaxing in the touch, tension leaking from his body entirely. “Will you stay?”

Clark’s breath caught in his throat. “Are you sure?”

“Stay,” Bruce said again. “Sleep here tonight.”

He was barely conscious, his words nearly inaudible, and for a moment Clark was inclined to say no, to lull Bruce to sleep and slip out immediately after- just like Bruce had done to Clark. He was almost positive Bruce wouldn’t want this if he was more awake, and he was terrified to cross any boundaries, even the unspoken ones.

But… this could help them make progress. When he woke up in the morning, warm and content, he could start to see he was safe, that he was allowed to fall asleep in Clark’s arms. Clark denying him the opportunity when he was asking, even with an exhausted, delirious request, might only prove to be a setback.

“Of course,” he said. “I’m right here, B. Close your eyes, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Bruce’s breathing evened out just a few heartbeats later, relaxing fully into the mattress and going limp in Clark’s hands.

It occurred to him, all at once, that he’d never seen Bruce sleep before.

They’d known each other so long Clark sometimes had a hard time remembering a time without Bruce’s heartbeat in his ears, without his presence being the most comforting constant in his life. And yet.

He’d seen Batman knocked down, drugged up on painkillers and poison, knocked unconscious for a moment, and- although he didn’t like to think about it, completely motionless with nothing but tubes and the power of technology keeping him breathing, his heartbeat weak.

But he’d never seen this, Bruce’s face completely relaxed, the hard lines smoothed out, leaving him looking years younger, peaceful in a way he’d learned a long time ago Bruce could never experience when he was awake.

He knew how rare it was to get Batman to sleep. He wondered if he could have a hand in changing that.

He scooted forward just a little, careful not to jostle Bruce too much as he wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. He closed his eyes to the sound of his heart, his even breathing, letting the world fade to a gentle hum.

—---

Clark woke to screaming.

His eyes flew open as the body in his arms began to flail, fighting desperately, letting out another piercing, terrified scream. Bruce’s eyes were still closed, face twisted in pain and panic, and Clark’s heart dropped.

“Bruce,” he called, scrambling to sit up, his hands hovering, not sure if it was safe to touch- if it was even safe to wake him. “Bruce? It’s okay, you're okay! Wake up sweetheart, it’s okay, I’ve got–”

Bruce jolted awake with a strangled gasp, kicking at the sheets tangled in his legs, eyes wide and watery as he frantically took in his surroundings, scanning the darkened bedroom like a battlefield.

“It’s okay,” Clark said, keeping his voice low, but it was clearly the wrong move. “B–”

Bruce jumped the second the words left Clark’s mouth, eyes widening when he finally focused on his boyfriend. He twisted out of Clark’s hold, fighting like a wounded animal, flinching like someone had moved to grab him when Clark scooted back.

“B?”

“No,” Bruce croaked, his hands held over his face like he needed to protect himself, scrambling until his back found the headboard. He curled in on himself, shoulders hunched, wide eyes staring at nothing. “No, no no–”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Clark tired, faltering when Bruce’s attention immediately snapped to him, his eyes startlingly alert. “It’s okay, B. It was just a nightmare, you’re safe. You’re safe now.”

Bruce was shaking, hands trembling violently from where they were raised to block his face, body twisted to the side like he was bracing for a blow. Clark held himself perfectly still, meeting his eyes, fighting to bring him back to reality.

“It’s okay,” he said again, not quite sure what else he could offer. “I’m not… I’m not gonna hurt you, Bruce. It’s just me. It’s Clark.”

Bruce looked so small, pressed up against the headboard, curled in on himself like he could disappear if he tried hard enough. His wary gaze lingered on Clark for another moment, like he was slowly trying to make sense of his words, before he slowly turned away to scan the room again. His eyes lingered on the closed door, then the window, and Clark’s heart only sank deeper.

He was looking for an escape route.

“Hey,” he said softly, wincing when Bruce went tense, eyes back on Clark. “I can leave if you need me to, Bruce. You’re safe, you’re in your room.”

Bruce just blinked at him, still waiting for something that would never come, and Clark forced himself to smile, gentle and quiet, just for the two of them.

“Or I can stay right here,” Clark added. “And wait until you’re ready. Whatever you need.”

Bruce took a shaky breath, never dropping his guard, still watching Clark like he was an unknown threat. “I woke you up.”

“It’s… fine, B,” Clark said slowly, because that was the last thing he’d been expecting. “I don’t mind, I'm not upset.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed and his breath hitched, like he hadn’t been expecting that either. “But… I woke you up. I screamed.”

The pieces were slotting themselves together into a very worrying picture, and Clark realized with sickening clarity that it wasn’t just the nightmare sending him spiraling into panic.

“I’m not mad at you,” Clark said. “It really isn't a big deal, I promise. I’m just worried about you, okay? I want to help you.”

It took too long, Clark waiting frozen with Bruce’s pounding heart in his ears, not trusting himself to make a single move and risk spooking him further.

It felt like hours before Bruce moved again, slowly lowering his hands before inching forward, distrusting eyes still watching Clark like a hawk.

“It’s okay,” Clark promised again, carefully opening his arms and sending Bruce another smile. “It’s okay, you’re safe. You can come here.”

That was apparently all the encouragement Bruce needed. He fell forward like a puppet with their strings cut, falling limp against Clark’s chest, grasping at his shirt and burying his face in his shoulder, and Clark wasted no time wrapping his arms around his partner and holding him close.

“You’re safe,” Clark said, heart squeezing when Bruce’s only response was a choked, muffled sob. “You’re safe. It’s okay. It’s all okay now.”

“I woke you up,” Bruce said into his chest, still shaking like a leaf in his hold. “I woke you up.”

“Bruce, it’s okay.” Clark didn’t know why this was what had rendered Bruce to a panicking mess and not whatever nightmare had been plaguing him enough to leave him screaming bloody murder in his sleep, but it didn’t make him hold Bruce any less tight. “It’s alright, B.”

Bruce just shook his head, burrowing further into Clark’s arms like he was trying to disappear, making himself as small as possible. Clark ran a hand down his back, scrambling for another approach.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, frowning at the way Bruce went perfectly still. “The nightmare?”

There was a beat of silence, Bruce clutching at Clark’s arms so tightly it would have left bruises if he’d been human.

“They died,” Bruce said after a moment, the admission overtaken by trembling sobs, and if Clark hadn’t known any better he would have marched them both right back down to the cave and checked for any signs of Scarecrow’s fear toxin. But he knew Alfred had done a full scan- he wouldn’t have let Batman out of his sight if he hadn’t been sure. “I couldn’t- I couldn’t stop it, I can never… I can’t… they’re all dead. Everyone’s dead because of me, I didn’t–”

“No one’s dead, B,” Clark said. “Everyone’s okay. You’re safe- we’re all safe. It was just a nightmare.”

“It’s my fault. It’s always my fault.”

Clark wasn’t sure what death was haunting him tonight- his parents, a team member, a friend, a civilian, his son- but he’d seen the depths of Bruce’s guilt for each enough times to know his answer would always be the same.

“It wasn’t your fault, Bruce.” He held him closer, resting his chin atop Bruce’s hair. “It was never your fault.”

He didn’t move again until Bruce went silent, both of them still clinging to the other like a desperate lifeline, Clark carefully easing them down to rest against the pillow. Bruce didn’t protest, his fingers twisted in the material of Clark’s shirt, his face hidden from view.

He kept a careful eye on Bruce’s heartbeat, his breathing, holding him close and running a hand through his hair, the pressure on his chest warm and grounding.

Bruce didn’t fall back asleep, not even as the hours passed and the first rays of gentle sunshine began to peek through the curtains, bathing the bedroom in early morning gray light. The thought of closing his own eyes didn’t even cross Clark’s mind.

Bruce eventually stirred, and Clark loosened his hold just enough for Bruce to silently push himself into a sitting position, eyes still red rimmed and heavy, his hair a mess and face drawn into a carefully blank expression.

He didn’t look at Clark, eyes on the wall.

“I should start some coffee,” Bruce said after a moment, voice hoarse. “I have to be in the office at noon.”

It couldn’t have been any later than six, if even that, but Clark just nodded and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I can make it. Why don’t you go get washed up?”

Bruce glanced at him, looking almost like he was surprised by the offer, before the walls came hastily back up, closing himself off again as he nodded silently and disappeared into the bathroom.

The rest of the manor was silent, the others either still asleep or down in the cave after last night’s patrol. It was still early enough that Alfred hadn’t made his way into the kitchen yet, and Clark was left in solitude, waiting at the edge of the counter as Bruce’s favorite blend of coffee brewed.

He’d just finished pouring two mugs, black for himself and cream and sugar for Bruce (he’d stopped pretending to be fooled by Bruce’s lie that he preferred black coffee months ago. He had no idea why Batman had even lied about it in the first place) when the background sound of his boyfriend’s heartbeat grew a fraction louder, a silent presence appearing in the doorway.

“Good morning,” Clark said, turning around with his best smile. He knew it wouldn’t reach his eyes. “Coffee?”

Bruce didn’t say a word, but he crossed the room and took the offered mug, hesitating a moment as he wrapped his hands around the glass, taking in the warmth radiating from the drink before making his way over to the table.

Clark hadn’t been asked to leave, not even in any of Bruce’s subtle, silent ways, so he took his own mug and carefully followed.

The kitchen fell into silence so heavy it felt like Clark was wading through water, and he dropped his eyes to his hands folded neatly in his lap. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do now.

He wanted to ask Bruce if he was okay, if he needed anything, but he knew better than anyone that Bruce wouldn’t take well to that, stubbornly defiant over his own need for help and care. It would just make him close himself off more, if Clark were to jump right into the heart of the issue.

Bruce was the first to break the silence, to Clark’s surprise, clearing his throat and setting his coffee back down on the table.

“Well,” he said quietly. “Now you know.”

Clark picked his head up, staring blankly at Bruce who was pointedly looking anywhere else. “Now I know what?”

“Why we can’t share a bed,” Bruce said, like it was obvious. “I knew I’d slip up and fall asleep eventually. This… makes things simpler, at least.”

“What?” Clark asked, blinking when Bruce raised an eyebrow. “B, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Last night,” Bruce said slowly, a bit like he was talking to a particularly confused child. “I woke you up.”

“And I told you it was fine. What does this… have to do with us sharing a bed?”

“The nightmares, Clark,” Bruce said, spitting out the word like something poisonous. “That’s going to happen every night.”

“Bruce–”

“I mean it,” Bruce cut him off. “Every night. Every night I’m going to wake up screaming and confused and… and I’m not doing that to you. I won’t.”

Clark swallowed. “There’s nothing that helps?”

“Alfred and I have been trying everything since I was eight years old,” Bruce said, and Clark’s heart ached. “There’s nothing. Sometimes they’re less intense but… they aren’t going to go away.”

“Oh.” Clark hesitated, not sure what else to say. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t sleep a lot anyway,” Bruce said, brushing off the sympathy. “But I’m not going to put you through that. You deal with enough of my shit as it is.”

Clark froze. That was what he’d been worrying about? This whole time, he’d been doing everything in his power to avoid falling asleep next to Clark to spare him from hearing Bruce wake up screaming?

“B, I don’t need to sleep. Not physically.” And Bruce had known that. This wasn’t adding up. “I’d rather be there to calm you down when you wake up.”

“You still sleep,” Bruce argued, but it sounded weak. “You’re busy and you deserve the rest either way. Waking you up every night wouldn’t be fair. I just… think it would be better for you if we slept in separate rooms so you wouldn’t have to deal with that.”

Clark watched him carefully, blue eyes darting across the kitchen, fingers drumming along the side of his mug. He held himself tense, his words clipped, his heartbeat uncharacteristically out of control.

He thought about what Alfred had told him. He’d said Bruce had always had nightmares, always been a restless sleeper, but he’d used to seek out that comfort. He’d used to sleep better around someone he trusted.

And in recent years, out of nowhere, that had stopped.

Clark had seen it for himself last night. He didn’t just feel guilty over waking Clark up, he wasn’t just confused and exhausted from his dreams. He was terrified.

“There’s more.”

Bruce’s brow pinched together, startling slightly before he leveled Clark with a wary glare. “What?”

“There’s more you aren’t telling me,” Clark said simply. “It’s not just about the nightmares.”

Bruce scoffed, but the sound was quiet and he dropped his gaze again. “There’s not.”

“Bruce,” Clark tried, desperate to understand. “You were scared of me last night. You’re not just worried about being an inconvenience- which you’re not, by the way. You’re scared to sleep near anyone. Alfred said it wasn’t always like this.”

Bruce’s face twisted in disgust, but Clark could see him fighting the urge to shrink in on himself. “Alfred is a traitor.”

“No, he loves you and he’s worried.” Clark took a breath, reeling himself back in. Bruce hadn’t snapped at him or stormed off yet, which meant they were getting somewhere. “And so am I. I just want to know what’s going on so I can help you.”

Bruce still wouldn’t look at him, visibly uncomfortable with the shift in tone. “What else did Alfred tell you?”

“Not much,” Clark said. “He said you used to sleep better near him or Dick. And that you used to ask for help when you’d have nightmares.”

“Years ago,” Bruce said quickly, like he needed to defend himself. “I was a child.”

“It’s normal to need help with nightmares, B. Everyone does. And I’m happy to, no matter how bad they are. I want to help you with them.”

Bruce took a suspiciously unsteady breath, hands curling around his coffee mug so tight Clark was absently worried it may crack.

“I can’t,” he said, breathless and strained. “I can’t.”

“I won’t make you,” Clark amended, because no matter how this went, he wasn’t going to push too far. “But can you please tell me why?”

Bruce clenched his jaw, staring silently into his coffee, stubbornly keeping his head down like he had all morning.

Truthfully, Clark hadn’t expected anything more. Bruce was more than capable of going completely silent, shutting off from the world when he didn’t want to talk about something, grasping for distractions or busywork until it all went away.

But after a moment he took another breath, sparing Clark another uneasy glance. “It’s stupid.”

“I doubt it,” Clark said. “I’m listening.”

Another moment of silence, tense and heavy as Clark waited for Bruce to work up the courage to find his words and continue.

“I used… I used to date this girl. A reporter. Just- briefly. It wasn’t even really… she was doing it for a headline and I was stupid. She wanted money and I thought… it doesn’t matter.”

Clark ignored the heaviness in his chest, waiting for Bruce to compose himself. “Take your time.”

“We weren’t together very long,” Bruce said. “And I wasn’t allowed to fall asleep next to her.”

“You weren’t… allowed to?” he echoed. “Because of–”

“The nightmares,” Bruce finished for him. “I don’t blame her. They’re… loud.”

“Bruce–”

“I was sleeping even less back then,” he barrelled on, and Clark quickly shut his mouth. “So it didn’t matter anyway. I was busy keeping Batman from her, it wasn't like I had time to spend my nights there.”

Clark didn’t move, terrified that one wrong move would shatter the moment and Bruce would close back up forever. “But you know that wasn’t fair, right?”

“I fell asleep in her bed once,” Bruce said instead of an answer, and Clark’s heart sank at the heaviness to his words. “Just… just once.”

Clark threw caution to the wind, reaching across the table to put his hand over Bruce’s, squeezing slightly when it trembled under his touch.

“It was a bad one,” he admitted. “I don’t… I don’t remember it but I woke her up, obviously. I was loud and I was… I don’t know. I think I reached for her and she was… she wasn’t happy about it.”

Clark’s blood ran cold. “Oh, Bruce–”

“I’d been Batman for a few years at that point,” Bruce said, once again looking anywhere but Clark. “I knew how to cover up bruises when I went out so it wasn’t… it wasn’t an issue, but–”

“She hurt you,” Clark said, the rage clawing its way to the surface dark and dangerous, a familiar heat prickling behind his eyes. “Because you had a nightmare?”

“Because I woke her up,” Bruce corrected, like that made any difference. “She was… she was probably exhausted. She was right to be mad, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“You were thinking you had every right to fall asleep in your partner’s bed,” Clark said. “No matter what, she shouldn’t have hit you.”

Bruce pulled his hand back, his warmth slipping right through Clark’s fingers, looking for all the world like he wanted to get up and bolt. “I’ve had worse. Every night I have worse.”

“But this is different,” Clark insisted. “Someone you trusted hurt you for something you couldn’t control. You needed help and she broke that trust.”

“It isn’t a big deal.”

“It is a big deal,” Clark said. “You can’t sleep around people anymore, Bruce.”

“It’s safer that way,” Bruce said, quiet and defeated, and the rage simmered down just like that, the sorrow overpowering anything else. “It can’t happen again.”

“It never would happen again. Bruce, no one here would do that to you. Alfred or your kids or- or me, I wouldn’t–”

“I know,” Bruce said, but Clark’s heart only broke all over again when it didn’t sound like he really believed it. “I know.”

Clark rested his hand back on the table, palm up, there for Bruce to take if he chose to. “I’d never hurt you, B. I’ll never hit you.”

Bruce shifted in his seat, like the words made him physically uncomfortable. “Okay.”

“I promise,” Clark said. “If you’re never ready to sleep next to me, that’s okay. I won’t make you. But if you do… if you do want to try it, I’ll be happy to help you through it. Any nightmares, any night terrors, anything. I’d rather be woken up so I can hold you then let you go through that on your own. Hurting you for being scared was… that was horrible, Bruce. I’d never… I’d never.”

Something deeper in the manor creaked, a bird chirped outside, but the kitchen remained drenched in silence, Bruce holding himself as still as a statue, like he was braced for the rug to be pulled out from under him, for the other shoe to drop, for Clark to give up the act.

“I want to believe you,” Bruce said. “I want to. But I… I can’t. I can’t believe that. And it’s not fair to you.”

“It’s not about me.”

“I don’t know how to trust you, Clark. It’s… you’re safe and you’re good and it feels like I’m lying to myself. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have this. It’s been years and you’ve never… you don’t hurt me.”

“And I’ll go the rest of my life without hurting you,” Clark said, and he meant every word, without a shadow of a doubt. “And I’ll never get tired of proving that to you.”

Bruce didn’t loosen his hold on his mug. “She wasn’t the only one.”

Clark’s heart twisted, but somehow he’d suspected as much. “I’m sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Bruce muttered, but it mattered more than anything in the whole world to Clark. “I’m just… sorry it’s hurting you now.”

“I’m not hurt,” Clark said. “You’re not hurting me by being scared. I’m not mad at you. Bruce, I’m never going to stop being gentle with you. I’m never going to get tired of proving to you that I won’t hurt you. I don’t care how long it takes. You’ll always be worth it to me.”

Bruce finally lifted his head, scanning Clark’s face for any kind of deception, for a hidden meaning that didn’t exist. Clark just smiled, open, hoping it was enough.

“You’re too good for me, Clark,” Bruce said. “I know you won’t but… I don’t know how to start believing you. I want to. I want to. But I can’t.”

“Well,” Clark said, careful. “It might help to start by convincing yourself that you deserve it. Because you do. You deserve people being kind to you, B. Nobody should have hurt you like that.”

Bruce dropped his eyes again, jaw clenched tight. “Hm.”

“I’m going to prove it to you,” Clark said. “I promise, I’m never going to hurt you. Not for anything. And whenever you’re ready to try again, I’d like to start by helping you through your nightmares.”

Bruce shifted in his seat again, his frown deepening, but he didn’t brush off the idea immediately, didn’t completely recoil in terror at the suggestion. Clark dared to consider that promising.

“I like being next to you,” Bruce said, pink tinting his cheekbones at the admission. “Sleeping with you wasn’t… bad.”

Clark forced himself to keep a straight face. “I’m glad.”

“I’m loud when I dream most of the time,” Bruce continued, but his tone was noticeably less clipped, the words pouring out easier now. “It’s annoying to wake up to.”

“It’s not annoying,” Clark said. “You’re never annoying. And I’d rather be there to calm you down, if you’ll let me.”

“Maybe,” Bruce relented, cautiously, and Clark beamed. “We could try it again. Just… not every night. Not yet.”

“That’s okay,” Clark said. “We’ll go as slow as you need.”

Something in Bruce’s shoulders loosened, just a little, and he hummed in quiet acknowledgement before finally taking a sip of his coffee, Clark following suit.

He almost jumped when Bruce reached out and took his hand again, his skin cool against Clark’s palm, and he carefully closed his fingers, holding on tight.

“Thank you,” Bruce said, his eyes on the kitchen window. “For staying.”

Clark just smiled again, watching the dawn’s light reflect in Bruce’s blue eyes. He’d traveled the world, traversed the universe, and there was nothing in infinite galaxies more beautiful than the sight in front of him right now.

“Of course,” he said, squeezing Bruce’s hand. “I’m staying right here, B.”

#superbat #bruce wayne #batman #clark kent #superman #Alfred pennyworth #dc #dc comics #writing #angst #fan fiction

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tiffycatblog · 6 months

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The lonely endeavor of trying to find a niche fic that you know doesn't exist and that if you want to read it you need to make it yourself

#i have 3 #1. i want dc characters to be confronted w the fact that they are fictional characters within comic books at the whims of writers and fans #like that one scp-001 proposal #2. i need smallville clark kent to meet a version of bruce wayne #the one from gotham or battison idrc take your pic #2b similarly id like battinson to have a superman so this could be 2 birds one stone #3. lastly i just want a young justice comics crossover with the cartoon via dimension travel #this ones more tricky cause this already exists but not as many or as long; and ill be honest a lot are very fanony and ooc #this last ones gotten to the point where im plotting it out myself and staging out my perfect storyline #now if only I knew how to write #if i get really desperate im willing to do an art trade or just commission a writer #dc #fanfic #shut up tiffy

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nightskywonderer · 5 months

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Really loved the update for Something Special and Tonight! Thank you for the surprise! Can’t wait to read more from you

Thank you very much for the love and support! More updates coming up soon! 🤗♥️

#superman #wonder woman #superman and wonder woman #wonder woman and superman #dc comics #superwonder #supermanwonderwoman #power couple #clark kent #diana prince #fan fic #fan fiction #ao3

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2000skid4ever · 1 month

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I updated my ideas for mordecai and rigby in multiversus. (the gumball interaction is my favorite idea)

#multiversus #regular show #crossover #fan fiction #amazing world of gumball #ben 10 #mortal Kombat #batman #superman #mordecai and rigby #scooby doo

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keenzinemugstudent · 1 year

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Smallville Clark Kent x black goth reader

Clark was supposed to take you to prom but then Lana asked him and he immediately accepts forgetting all about you...

"Do my reporter eyes deceive me or is that a smile I see on your face Y/n?" Chole asked Leaning against her locker you just let out a low laugh pretending to look for your science book

"I have no idea what you're talking about Chole." She just rolled her eyes turning towards you with a smirk on her face.

"Oh don't act innocent with me I heard it from Pete that Clark worked up the courage to ask you out for prom! How am I the last one to find out about this?!"

"It's no big deal literally we were both just sitting and talking about how we thought prom was going to be lame cuz we both didn't have a date and that's when he just asked me if could go together." I said nonchalantly closing my locker walking away Chloe scoffed and walked next to me arms crossed.

"So he asked you to prom and you're just totally okay with this?"

"Yeah I mean it's just two friends going to prom together. He's going to be in a suit and I'm just going to be in a plain old black dress no biggy!"

"Oh yeah your crush AKA Clark asked you to prom and you're not freaking out?" I bumped her shoulder caused her laughing and that's when we bumped into Clark who was holding flowers red rose's your favorite Chole looked at you with a knowing look.

"Oh hey Clark nice roses you got there buddy who's the lucky lady." Oh she was going to get it later!

Guys you won't believe what just happened!"

"Hmm let me guess you finally realize that you need a change of wardrobe and decided to go goth like me? Oh oh I know we can be goth buddies! Wouldn't that sound so much fun?" I said making funny poses to show off your goth beauty he rolled his eyes but laughed still having that big smile on his face.

"Thanks for the suggestion but no uh Lana asked me to prom." And with that the smile was wiped clean off your face you looked at Clark a bit confused.

"Wait what I thought she wasn't going to prom but she was going to skip out because of the whole Whitney thing?"

"Oh well she changed her mind and asked me if I wanted to go with her." He said blushing with a smile on his face, Chloe looked at you and you just looked at Clark like he had two heads.

"So did you say no because you know you weren't really planning to go to prom in the first place and you don't have a suit."

"I said yes and I'm pretty sure dad has one at home so wish me luck guys see you in class later Y/n!"

He said walking away from us all you could do was just stand there in shock and wondering did that really just happen? Did our whole entire conversation yesterday just flew over his head or were you just hallucinating the whole entire thing? Chloe tried to get your attention but you kind of just spaced out feeling something sliding down your cheek it was a tear...

"Y/n? Are you okay?" You wiped your face letting out a humorless laugh.

" Uh yeah I'm okay it's fine, it's totally fine I don't even know what I was thinking. I'll uh see you after class okay Chole?" Before she gets say anything you speed walked away from her holding your book close to your chest already feeling the tears escaping, today is just really sucked all because of Lana fucking Lang!

The whole day you didn't talk to anyone Chole tried to get you to say something but you stayed silent Pete who had heard what happened also tried to cheer you up but you just got up from the class room leaving for him, your two friends felt sad for you and angry at Clark who seemed oblivious to how upset you were.

"Clark we need to talk man." Pete says at Clark's place helping him find a suit for the prom tonight.

"Yeah sure what's up?"

"So uh did you notice how Y/n looked today?

"Yeah she said she had failed a math test today and was pretty bummed about it." Pete gave Clark a look and rolled his eyes putting a hand on his forehead at his friend clueless.

"Dude Y/n A class student! Why would she be upset about getting an f on her math test when math is her best subject!"

"That's true..i'll text her later ask her what's wrong she did look sad."

"Uh maybe that's not a good idea."

Clark gave Pete on a confused face and then turn to look at him .

"Okay Pete you obviously know what's happening with her more than me so why don't you just say it."

"I don't want to say anything."

"Why not? Obviously you have a big opinion on it you might as well tell me." Clark was getting annoyed and Pete was too he was there when Lana came up and asked Clark if he was going to the dance and he didn't even hesitate or think about you when saying yes it was really annoying, seeing as you were so happy but then the whole entire day you were upset.

"Okay fine I'll say it look man I'm happy that you finally had a chance to make progress with Lana but why can't you just you know realize what's in front of you and move on?"

"I don't understand I thought you'd be be happy for me. I finally have a shot with Lana."

"I am happy but weren't you already planning on not going and then you and YN had that conversation about going together?"

"I mean yeah but it wasn't serious...it was just a suggestion!"

"Maybe for you.." Clark clenched his fist.

"Come on Y/n doesn't even like prom she thinks it's lame!"

"Yeah because she's never had anyone ask her to prom dude, and the minute the guy that she's been having a crush on finally asked her out to prom you ditch her for Lana." The room was silent Clark starred at his best friend eyes wide.

"Wait...Y/n has a crush on me?" Pete nods his head.

"Yeah and she was really happy the whole day until you told her about going with Lana. Look man i get that you're happy that you finally have a chance with Lana but you really hurt Y/n." Pete grabbed his stuff and left leaving a guilt feeling Clark behind.

"Sweetie are you sure you'll be fine?" Your aunt asked sitting in the car with your uncle you have a smile.

"I'll be fine auntie I'm just going to be at home watching TV or binge watching and any snacks I'll be fine go on and have fun you guys deserve it." You're in Uncle we're going to go out and celebrate their 7th or anniversary.

"Well call us if anything happens kiddo there's some leftovers but I left some money on the table for you if you wanted to order pizza!" You uncle says you have a thumbs up and they were gone you closed and lock the door behind you let it out a sigh you are home alone on a Friday night absolutely nothing to do it sucked. You sat on the sofa eating cookies than suddenly there was a knock on the front door you had to get back up to open it that's when you saw Clark standing there you immediately dropped to the floor crawling towards the kitchen to hide from his sight so he didn't see you what is he doing here?!

"Y/n? I know your in there please open the door." You let out a scoff.

"Y/n is not here at the moment leave a message at the beep! Beeeeep!"

"Y/n! Come on!"

"Go away Kent!"

"Please just let me explain!"

"I don't want to hear it! Just go to prom with your chance to dance with Lana Lang!"

Clark winced at the anger in your voice directed towards him, now he really felt bad he honestly didn't mean to make you upset.

"Look I know I messed up but can we please just talk about it and it's raining!"

"Aww really? Well you should have thought about that before you came here without an umbrella!

a couple of minutes went by and you thought it was safe to come out cuz you didn't hear him but then you were suddenly grabbed from behind and lifted up off the ground causing you to let out a screech of surprise!

"You put me down right now Clark Kent!"

"Not until you hear me out!"

"If you don't leave I swear to God I will-!"

"Y/n please just listen okay?" He set me down but didn't let go I was now facing his chest but refused to look at him.

"Clark I'd rather not listen to anything you have to say right." I turned my face away from him trying not to let him see how upset I was but he just held me closer to his chest refusing to let go.

"I know your mad at me but I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry I'm such an Idiot."

"You're right. You are an idiot Clark! You're an absolute idiot for making me think that we are going to go to prom together! So congratulations you know you're the biggest fool I've ever met in my life!" I tired to get out of his hold but he just wouldn't but God you forgot how strong this boy was it kind of felt nice being in his arms but you were not going to forgive him that easily! You are not going to admit defeat!

"I know we both said that prom was lame but because we were both mostly upset we didn't have a date but I really did think you actually want to go with me!" I hide my face in his chest feeling tears well up he didn't say anything but his hold did loosen a bit but you were to upset to care.

"Pete told me something that had me thinking."

"Do you... like me?"

"Even if I did it wouldn't change anything now would it?"

"It would have changed a lot. Ha the farm boy and the goth girl together who would have thought?" He let's out a chuckle putting his chin on my head hugging me I let out a small laugh.

"Y/n I really really am sorry. I was so caught up on my feelings towards Lana I didn't stop to think about you."

"It's fine..."

"Don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"Don't discourage your feelings like that. You have every right to be upset." He pulls away from the hug lifting up my chin to make me look at him you let out a sigh.

"Well it's too late now. Well I doubt there's going to be a prom now that it's raining and here I was looking forward to seeing you in a suit." I gave a pout.

"We can still have prom." He gave a smile causing you to stare at him confused

Later he told you to go change into your dress which honestly confused you but listen to him when you got down stairs you saw the living room full of candles and Clark stood in the middle playing a slow song holding a red rose.

(I tried to find a black girl in goth dress but didn't find much😭)

"Clark...what is this? " You looked around in amazement he grabs your hand handing you the rose.

"Seeing as I asked you to prom first I should keep to my word."

"What about Lana?"

"I called and told her I already had plans with someone else for prom."

wow he rejected his only chance of being with the girl he's liked forever to do all this for you.

"Clark you didn't have to do all this." I looked down feeling my cheeks getting warm but he steps close to grabbing a hold of your waist causing you to look at his smiling face.

"I'd rather be here with you Y/n and this gives me the chance to finally see you in a dress for the for first time. You didn't think I was going to miss that did you?" You rolled your eyes than let out a gasp as he twirled you around the room.

"Whoa I didn't know the farm boy had moves."

"You can thank my dad for that."

"Oh I bet that was fun."

We both laugh it wasn't anything like the prom you imagined but it was close and it was comfortable I leaned on his chest feeling his warmth you could hear his heartbeat beating faster than usual

"Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"I hope this makes up for everything that I've done. I really didn't mean-" I put a finger to his lips stopping him and gave him a smile.

"Let's just have fun tonight Clark I really just wanna spent time with you." He smiles nodding grabbing your hand to land a kiss he stops to stare at you than leaned in a bit whoa whoa what's going on right now? Is he about to kiss me? Is my breath fresh? Are my lips chapped up enough oh no!

I closed my eyes but felt a kiss on my nose. I let out a sigh of relief which caused Clark to look at you confused.

"Sorry it looked like you didn't want me to kiss you...yet."

"So you kiss my nose?"

"You have a cute nose okay!"

"Well that's no fair!"

I stand in my toes to kiss his nose back which made him blush.

"There now we're even!"

"You are such a weirdo."

"Just shut up and dance with me."

"Yes my lady of the night."

"And don't you forget it farm boy."

we continue to dance to the music it was still raining outside but all that matter is that you were in the arms of the boy you cared about the most prom wasn't so bad after all.

I have noticed there are not a lot of Smallville stories and honestly I am disappointed because I grew up watching Smallville but This was absolutely fun to write and there's definitely going to be some more on the way just need to come up with some more ideas I hope you guys really liked it leave comments open to criticism and sorry if my grammar sucks😭

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