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Just Thinking Superbat #5
(An AU. Some angst. And a pro-active Clark.)
Bruce knew he was drunk and he didn't care. He slid himself up onto the ledge, turning sideways to stare down - all 47 floors - at the dots moving to and fro on the tiny road far below.
Others would have been quaking in fear but Bruce laughed instead, feeling right at home with gravity tugging at his body and wind ruffling his hair.
Edging further out until the back of his legs were flushed against the ledge and his bum hanging a little off, Bruce wondered what would happen if he were to let go.
Will his brains smash into bloody goo first or will his bones break first, cutting into organs and muscles? Will his synapses have time to send pain to him or will he die instant, without any feeling?
For a moment, Bruce's iron-grip loosened and he teetered precariously. God, he was so tired - his fight neverending. Put one villain down and another popped up like a damn Whac-A-Mole game. And people got hurt. People he didn't really know and people he really cared a lot for.
Tears suddenly threatened to spill and Bruce squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to control his emotions. And all of a sudden, he was floating upwards, shocking the hell out of him.
Eyes snapping open, he gaped at the goofy bespectacled man who was lifting all 210 pounds of him, as if Bruce weighed the same as a feather.
The man was clearly annoyed, his brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed. He put Bruce down before darting in, lips almost touching Bruce's as he whispered fiercely.
"This is so unbecoming of you, Batman."
Bruce’s batarang was out - instant and instinct - its sharp point pressing against the man's abdomen, hard enough to cause discomfort without breaking skin.
"Who the hell are you!" Bruce hissed, his drunken haze evaporating in the face of danger.
Instead of being frightened, the man smiled, bright and smirky. He shifted forward, inch by inch, and instead of batarang penetrating in - the weapon curl backwards as if it was made of rubber.
Bruce's eyes darted in disbelief between his batarang and the man's face. Fear caused through him when he realised that he was dealing with a non-human. And the man was too close now for Bruce to retaliate easily.
The man leaned in even more, breath ghosting over Bruce's lips.
"Before you do something stupid like kamikaze off the building, please know that you're not alone. I can help, if you'll let me."
Bruce opened his mouth and before he could utter a snarky retort, warm lips were pressing against his. The kiss happened too quick and too fast, and before Bruce could react, the man vanished like a puff of smoke.
Bruce was left standing alone and stunned. He couldn't help but wonder if it had al beenl a figment of his drunken imagination. But something in his hand told him otherwise.
His batarang was gone - stolen. In its place was a name card and Bruce brought it up, shifting so that he could read the words in the ambient light.
"A reporter!" Bruce growled, taken back by surprise.
What the hell was going on! Was this some new form of blackmail? Then anger surged like a roaring tide at how vulnerable the man had made him feel. And he even had the audacity to kiss him!
Bruce crushed the namecard and shook his fist in the air.
"Whatever you are, Clark Kent of Daily Planet," Bruce gritted his teeth, "Know that you're about to go down real bad for the affront done tonight."
With that Bruce turned and stalked off the rooftop of Wayne Enterprise. Little did he know that his words had been heard loud and clear by someone hovering high above.
"Good," Clark aka soon-to-be Superman smiled, "Come hunt me down , Bruce. It's time we get to know each other better."
(Thanks for reading and in case you will like to read the earlier ones, here are the links - #1, #2, #3, #4.)
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I will still write my stories even if I'm the only one liking it.
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Hi, hum, I don't know if you know of her, but there's a fanfic writer named Unpretty, and she writes really good Batfam fics, usually focused on Bruce and his relationships with the JL (mainly Supes and Diana, but sometimes the others too) and with the Batfam and I was wondering if you have any similar fics to recommend
Team Meetings And First Impressions by Sidhewrites
Bruce and his two sons finally meet the Justice League….officially. Bruce and his boys are less than impressed, Hal is endlessly amused.
Clark just wants to get on with the mission already.
Hal Jordan’s Late Night Idea by teeslover
After watching James Corden’s Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts, Hal has a lightbulb moment! Time to rope the League into playing.
The Day It All Went Down by AuroraKent
It is every Robin’s dream to meet the Justice League. Question is, if the League is ready for them. Well, that is something every single one of them has to find out for themselves.
Jason And The Justice League by NightOwl1600
Robin!Jason’s first time meeting the Justice League! Did he sneak into the Watchtower without Batman’s permission? Yes. Is Bruce going to be furious when he finds out? Also yes. Is Wonder Woman totally about to adopt a smol eleven year old child? Hell Yes.
All the meanwhile Bruce is freaking out because who the hell took his kid?
Possible Ways To Carry Superman by BatzMaru65
There are so many fanarts and fanfics about Superman carrying Batman be it bridal style or sideways or high up in the air. So in what possible situations will Batman get to carry Superman without having his boyfriend trying to cheat with his superpowers?
Good For Her by fallingknights
A little drabble where Bruce talks to the Justice League about Harley Quinn and what went down in Birds of Prey.
#ask#ask me anything#send me asks#send me anons#anonymous#bruce wayne#batman#superman#clark kent#diana prince#wonder woman#hal jordon#green lantern#jason todd#red hood#batfamily#batfam#batboys#batbros#batkids#batsiblings#justice league#harley quinn#birds of prey#dc villains#dc comics#tw food mention#tw swearing
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And There's Only One Toilet
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3g5FWYf
by BatzMaru65 (tmweis2771)
A college AU where Bruce and Clark were roommates. Bruce had use of the toilet first but Clark had to barge in and share toilet because he was running late. As a result, they ended up having sex in the shower.
Written for the Writer's Month 2020 Challenge - Day 12 Prompt - Meet-Cute
Words: 854, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 14 of A Peep into SuperBat's Life
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Superman/Batman (Comics)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne
Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: Smut, College AU, no superpowers, There's only One Toilet., Explicit Sexual Content, Mildly Dubious Consent, Hand Jobs, Writer's Month 2020, Day 12 Prompt - Meet Cute, Meet-Cute
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3g5FWYf
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And There's Only One Toilet
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3g5FWYf
by BatzMaru65 (tmweis2771)
A college AU where Bruce and Clark were roommates. Bruce had use of the toilet first but Clark had to barge in and share toilet because he was running late. As a result, they ended up having sex in the shower.
Written for the Writer's Month 2020 Challenge - Day 12 Prompt - Meet-Cute
Words: 854, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 14 of A Peep into SuperBat's Life
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Superman/Batman (Comics)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne
Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: Smut, College AU, no superpowers, There's only One Toilet., Explicit Sexual Content, Mildly Dubious Consent, Hand Jobs, Writer's Month 2020, Day 12 Prompt - Meet Cute, Meet-Cute
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3g5FWYf
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Writer’s Month 2020 (Day 25)
Day 25 Prompt: Drop
Pairing: Superbat, Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne
Summary: Drabbles about weddings and proposals.
Batman crashed through the glass of the skyscraper, dropping like a stone towards the ground. Before he could pull out his grapple gun, someone had already caught him.
“Nice catch,” Green Lantern winked at Superman before zipping upwards, leaving an annoyed Batman in the arms of Superman.
“I’m not a football,” Batman glowered, peeved that he was being unnecessarily rescued, “And I need no catching.”
“You’re definitely no football, alright,” Superman grinned, “But I still love catching you, anytime, any day. And if you don’t mind, may I continue catching you for the rest of your life?”
“Is this a proposal?” Batman arched an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“Out in the open with everyone listening?”
“They can handle the distraction.”
“...you really sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, I do.”
“...I’m not the easiest catch, you know.”
“I can handle it.”
“...”
And the League, tired of waiting, shouted all at once.
“Just say yes!”
And Batman finally gave an imperceptible nod which Superman easily saw. Beaming in delight, Superman flew Batman back to the fight. Together with the League, they defeated their enemies in record time for they had a wedding waiting to be planned.
#writersmonth2020#writersmonth#superbat#writer: batzmaru65#clark kent x bruce wayne#wedding & proposals
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Finally the Reveal!
Wrote this for Batsupes Secret Valentines Exchange 2021.
This is one of my favourite fic that I've written. and thanks to loveastart's prompt, I was able to write this as prequel to a snippet I wrote 2 years ago.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29579769
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Writer’s Month 2020 (Day 14)
Day 14 Prompt: Metamorphosis
Pairing: Superbat, Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne
Summary: One-shot, Fluff and Introspective (from the eyes of Bruce’s kids)
Changes were happening and everyone was well aware.
Dick noticed the mirroring of their gestures – how Clark would arch an eyebrow, remarkably similar to Bruce’s, and how Clark’s Kansas expressions had slipped into Bruce’s vocabulary.
And when Clark was arguing with Bruce, he would plant his hands on his hips, chin out and brows furrowed. Now, Bruce was doing the same – fists on hips instead of arms crossed and shoulders hunched, looking as if he was bracing for a fight.
Dick loved watching the two of them go at each other like this, face to face and hands on hips. It was a sight to behold and even their tone and pitch were so alike – Clark adopting Bruce’s tendency to growl through clenched teeth.
Tim, however, liked the improvement to Clark’s fashion. Although the plaids were still evident and the oversized clothing as well – the overall feel was that of being done on purpose. That Clark had chosen to wear his suit a little looser or he had tucked his shirt out a little more to pursue a retro-style of dressing.
Even his plaids had undergone an upgrade, all thanks to Bruce’s endeavour. Resigned to the fact that his husband would never give up on plaids, Bruce had taken to designing them, utilising top-notch materials. Of course Bruce was careful not to make them look expensive, and both he and Tim were very much tickled by the fact that Clark was wearing high-end fashion which looked so ordinary.
Jason, though, was definitely enjoying dinner more with Clark around.
It wasn’t that dinner wasn’t great last time. It was just that Bruce, in his attempts to connect with his kids, tried too hard. He was always careful with the topics he brought to the table, afraid of being a bore. So he would stick to what Google told him was the in-thing among the young, but it was obvious that he was not into them.
Now, the conversation at dinner was so much freer – random stuff being talked about, be it about the past or their work or world news. Most of the time though, Clark would tease Bruce, stealing a piece of his favourite food or providing detailed description of his husband’s embarrassing acts.
Bruce, depending on his mood, would either be flustered or annoyed. At this point, the rest of them would jump in, either taking the side of Bruce or digging up more juicy titbits to share with Clark. Dinner would then become a chaotic mess, and Jason loved how much laughter and smiles there were then.
Damian had finally accepted that Clark was good for Bruce.
His father spent too much time indoors, either at some board meetings or reading reports in the study or tinkling in the Batcave. The functions and galas he had to attend were pretty much indoors too, and his father’s complexion was too pale for Damian’s liking.
With the inclusion of Clark into the family, his father was now sporting a tan, just enough colour to give him a healthy vibe. That was all due to Clark and his need to soak in some sun. And he would do his utmost best to drag Bruce along as well.
The two of them would then abandon Wayne Manor, heading for a shady spot in the rose garden. Very often, a picnic basket would come along too and inadvertently, his father would end up napping on Clark’s lap.
Besides that, there were also frequent visits to Smallville which contributed to the tan. His father would work alongside Clark, helping to upkeep the farm. Of course there would be secret trysts out in the wheat field or in the back of the old pick-up parked along some deserted lane. And Damian, who always came along to see the animals, would pretend not to know what the two of them were up to.
(Yea! I did 2 weeks of this.But I’m still a week behind.)
#writersmonth2020#writersmonth#superbat#writer: batzmaru65#clark kent x bruce wayne#superman x batman#writing challenge
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Writer’s Month 2020 (Day 30)
Day 30 Prompt: Joy
Pairing: Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne (Superbat)
Summary: A Joyride
It was the busiest hour of the evening and everyone was rushing home. All of a sudden, a horn blared loudly, drawing everyone’s attention to the red lamborghini parked before the Daily Planet.
Clark cringed when the window rolled down and Bruce shouted at the top of his voice, “Hi, honey bunny! Came to get you for dinner!”
Face burning, Clark quickly dashed the few steps to the car. He dived in, shutting out the curious stares of onlookers, some of whom were his colleagues. Wincing at the thought of having to face their snide remarks tomorrow, Clark glowered at Bruce.
“So this is your get back for last night!”
“I did tell you to stop, didn’t I?”
“It’s just a little TLC from your lover! What’s wrong with that?”
“A little!” Bruce stepped on the accelerator, sending the car zipping off at top speed, “Dawn was almost breaking by the time you stopped! And do you know how sore I was by the time you’re done!”
“You looked pretty gratified though, lying limp and sated on the bed. And may I remind you that it was you who asked me for my help.”
“I only asked you to massage the cramp out of my calf, not a full body workout!”
“But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
And Bruce harrumphed, unable to deny the truth. Clark was really good in his lovemaking, not to mention how damn long-lasting his stamina was.
Silence fell as Bruce expertly weaved his way through the traffic. A kiss landed on Bruce’s cheek, bringing out a soft smile on his face.
“Feeling better?”
Clark kissed him again and Bruce decided to forgive his fiancé.
“So where are we going?
“”Philly’s.”
Clark grinned in delight for that was his favourite diner serving his favourite apple pie.
“Just make sure you park two blocks away.”
“Why should I? Everyone knows who we are anyway.”
“So you rather forgo a leisurely hand-in-hand stroll, admiring brick walls and alleyways?”
And Bruce laughed, turning left to exit the expressway. That was his husband-to-be – always squeezing some romance into the most mundane of things.
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Writer’s Month 2020 (Day 17)
Day 17 Prompt: Cooking
Pairing: Superbat
Whenever Bruce decided to do some cooking...
Alfred – clearing out any potential combustible materials within the 2m radius of the stove.
Dick – checking if the fire insurance was up-to-date and the premium all paid up.
Tim – testing every part of the sprinkler system, making sure they worked properly.
Jason – on standby with fire extinguishers, just in case the sprinkler system wasn’t enough to contain any fiery mishaps.
Damian – evacuating all pets and living creatures to a safe distance, at least 20m away.
Superman – hovering in the air, ready to rescue Bruce at any moment.
Bruce, staring in exasperation at the lot of them.
“I’m just boiling eggs!”
(I always love the idea of Bruce not being able to cook. It’s just so cute.)
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Writer’s Month 2020 (Day 18)
Day 18 Prompt: Myths
Pairing: Superbat, Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne
Summary: An AU involving soulmates
Bruce was a man of science. To him, all superstitions and mumbo-jumbo were but make-believe and should not be taken seriously.
So when the myth about the college’s archway reached his ears, Bruce snorted in derision. Why do humans liked attaching stories to inanimate objects?
He shook his head at the strange rumour that had been circulating – that if you walked through the archway at 4.44am, you will meet your soulmate.
It was just an old archway, built when the college was first founded in 1887. Nestled between the faulty of journalism and the school of business, it stuck out like a sore thumb amidst the modern design of the campus. For the archway was the last remnant from the old days – the rest having been torn down to keep up with the times.
Bruce often cycled through the archway. He shouldn’t be doing so for the paved courtyard where the archway stood, was for pedestrians only. However, he often worked late into the night (the bane of being a teaching assistant) and the thought of cycling an extra 15 minutes for the sake of some traffic rule...
It was ridiculous.
No one was around anyway by the time he left in the wee hours. And a zip through the archway would bring Bruce home quicker than following the main road.
So it was not surprising that Bruce walked out of his office in the school of business with the intention of using the archway again. He was very late tonight, having unwittingly fallen asleep (too much World Cup last night) while marking. Bruce had only jolted awake around 11, and then it had been a mad rush to finish grading the assignments that was due at 8.30am.
Glancing at his watch, Bruce winced.
4.40 am.
He hastened his steps, hoping that he could at least catch a quick wink and refresh himself before having to leave for class again. In his hurry to unpadlock his bicycle, he dropped his key and that wasted a bit of time.
4.43 am.
Bruce was finally on his bicycle, heading towards the archway. Too exhausted to even think, he pedalled on, relying only on muscle memory. He wasn’t even aware that he was passing through the archway just as his watch showed 4.44 am.
A sudden gust of wind blew out of nowhere, sending dirt and leaves flying. Caught in the maelstrom, Bruce swerved and lost his balance. He fell sideways, too stunned to even yelp in fear. But before he could hit the ground, there was a whoosh and Bruce blinked in confusion at the man who was holding him in his arms.
“Are you okay?” the man asked, peering closely at Bruce. A strange light filled his eyes and Bruce felt as if he was being laid bare before the man.
“Yes, yes!” Bruce scrambled backwards, flustered by the weird sensation he was feeling. That was when he noticed the man’s strange attire. Clad in blue spandex-like suit that showed off his physique, a red cape fluttered lazily behind him.
“I’m calling the police!” Bruce warned, whipping out his phone and holding it out like it was a weapon.
To think that he had to meet a madman in the middle of the night! Bruce gritted his teeth, grimacing at the shittiness of the whole situation.
Instead of feeling threatened, the man merely arched an eyebrow, looking extremely amused.
“Such a feisty soulmate. I like it.”
Bruce turned and sprinted. No point talking to a madman who was spouting gibberish!
However, before he could even take a step, he was swept off his feet and right into the madman’s arms.
“Put me down at once!” Bruce yelled, struggling to break free.
“You’re sure you want me doing that?”
Bruce could hear the laughter in the man’s voice as he stared in horror at the ground shrinking smaller and smaller in size. The man was flying him up and up, passed the height of the archway, passed even the tallest treetops. He didn’t stop until the campus looked like a tiny toy from some child’s play set.
“Why are you doing this!” Bruce whispered, face pale and heart pounding as he clung to the man.
“Cause I’ve finally found you,” the man’s smile was soft as he pressed a kiss to Bruce’s face, “And I’m never letting go.”
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Writer’s Month 2020 (Day 31)
Day 31 Prompt: And there’s only one bed
Pairing: Superbat, Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne
Summary: Really just a thought off my head.
If there was only one bed, this is what Superman would do.
Throw Batman on it and carry the entire bed off to his lair.
If there was only one bed, this is what Batman would do.
Modify the bed to give off red kryptonite radiation, and tie Superman to it.
If there was only one bed, this is what Bruce would do.
Lie naked in the most provocative of poses, a finger beckoning to Clark to come and take him.
If there was only one bed, this is what Clark would do.
Tire Bruce out with lots of sex, then fall asleep, snuggled together.
(I made it! Managed to squeeze some time in to finish all the prompts! Thanks to everyone who had read and re-blogged and loved the stuff that I’ve written. You’re the reason why I managed to make it to the end despite how drained I was.)
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Writer’s Month 2020 (Day 29)
Day 29 Prompt: High School AU
Pairing: Superbat, Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne
Summary: Bruce discovered Clark’s secret and decided to confront him.
“Watch it, four-eyes!”
Bruce brushed at the sleeve of his bomber jacket, acting as if dirt had gotten on it after bumping into Clark.
“Yah, watch it, four-eyes,” the bimbo clinging to Bruce’s arm parroted, shooting a disdainful look at the taller youth
“Sorry,” Clark mumbled, body hunched and eyes downcast, trying to make himself look small.
There were sniggers from some along the hallway but most of the students hurried past, giving them a wide berth. Bruce was super-rich and well-protected by his money, and none of them wanted any trouble.
Giving him a final look of disgust, Bruce squeezed the bimbo’s ass, urging her to move on. The bimbo giggled, pressing a loud kiss to Bruce’s cheek before the two of them sauntered off, Clark forgotten.
Heaving a loud sign of relief which did not match the thoughtful look in his eyes, Clark slinked away, lots on his mind.
That was no careless bump. And Clark had felt the light touch of a hand slipping into his jacket pocket before withdrawing. It was extremely well-executed and if not for his extraordinary powers, Clark would not have noticed anything.
Why did Bruce do it?
Clark was burning with curiosity as he hurried out of the school compound, backpack hanging loosely from a shoulder. He and Bruce were from totally different worlds and both of them had zero connection in school. So why would Bruce want to slip a note to him?
Not unless...
And Clark faltered in his steps, fear constricting his .throat
No, it cannot be.
He shook his head, shaking off his paranoia. He had been so careful and Bruce did not look like the type intelligent enough to play detective.
Unable to wait any longer till he got home, Clark snucked into an alley and pulled out the folded note.
His heart sank as he read it.
Someone saw after all and Clark squeezed his eyes shut, banging his fist against the brick wall.
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As demanded, Clark crept into the school’s baseball field at 3 am. Even though he could see clearly in the dark, Clark pretended to fumble his way with the help of a dim torchlight.
He finally reached the dugout, and there he stood, hands dug into his pockets and feet fidgeting, pretending to be nervous. At the same time, he reached out with his senses, trying to detect the culprit who had threatened to reveal his secret if he did not come.
So Clark was very well-aware when a certain someone crept up from behind. Despite how silent the person was, Clark could hear his heartbeat thumping loudly. And when the person smashed the bat into his back, Clark did not avoid it, falling onto his knees and moaning in pretended pain.
“Stop! Help!” Clark cried, curling into a ball.
But that did not deter his attacker who continued to attack, and Clark was getting desperate. He could easily pretend to be unconscious but he doubt that that would fool his already suspicious attacker. And should he examined Clark closely, there would be no blood, no bruises, giving the game away.
Knowing that it was futile to run away as well, Clark decided to end his pretence.
“What is it that you want, Bruce,” Clark hissed and his hand grabbed the bat, easily wrenching it out of Bruce’s hands.
“I knew it.”
Bruce stared at his empty hands, palms stinging from the friction caused by Clark’s action.
“Why?”
Bruce squatted down, eyes glittering behind the ski mask which covered his face. Dressed in nondescript black clothing, he was totally unlike the rich Bruce Wayne that the school knew of.
“Why what?” Clark spoke gruffly as he sat up, cross-legged. Although Bruce’s attack didn’t hurt a bit, Clark was still peeved. It wasn’t a fantastic feeling – being hit when he could have subdued his attacker from the onset.
“Your powers. Why hide them?”
“Aren’t you hiding as well?” Clark retorted back.
Silent, Bruce sat back on his haunches lips pursed and brows furrowed. All these, Clark saw with his X-ray vision but he pretended not to have seen. His eyes slipped lower, and Clark was taken aback by the toned physique hidden underneath.
So Bruce was not what he seemed to be too. And for some strange reason, Clark felt comforted by the fact that there was another out there – leading a double life, just like him.
“Look, we both have secrets and if you want to know, we both have to share.”
Taking a leap of faith, Clark spoke up. He knew it was a big risk but for once, he just wanted to try trusting someone else besides Ma and Pa.
As if he had made up his mind as well, Bruce knelt and sat on his feet, Japanese-style. He switched on a shielded light clipped to his belt and pulled off his ski mask.
“I’m Bruce Wayne,” he stuck out a hand.
“And I’m Clark Kent,” Clark straightened up and shook the proffered hand.
“I’m still training. Ninjutsu and martial arts.”
“I’m born with it. Impenetrable body and super strength.”
“Shouldn’t there be super speed as well,” Bruce frowned, “If you want to share, then share it all.”
“So you saw,” Clark winced, “I thought I was discreet enough.”
“Discreet! You call pulling a school bus out of the river, discreet?”
“They were drowning!” Clark spoke defensively, “And there wasn’t anyone around, I’ve checked.”
“Did you not think of checking the traffic camera?” Bruce huffed and rolled his eyes, “There’s one, you know, on the bridge that the bus dropped off.”
Clark grimaced before his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“So what are you doing with traffic camera feeds, huh? Come on, if you want to share, then share it all.”
Flustered, Bruce averted his eyes. And Clark found this version of Bruce refreshing and to be honest, a little cute as well.
“...I was just honing my IT skills.”
“Honing, huh...” Clark sniggered and that made Bruce even more flustered.
“You should have been more careful!” Bruce admonished to hide his embarrassment, “Then I would not have found out.”
“Why, Bruce?”
“Why what?”
“You could have gone to the police or to the press. But you did this instead, risking your neck. Why?”
And Bruce fell silent, teeth worrying his lips. Clark waited, goosebumps prickling his arms. He had a sense that he was standing at a pivotal point, and that whatever happened next would change his life forever.
Finally reaching a decision, Bruce looked at Clark, face solemn.
“I’m on a mission and sometimes...I feel so alone. So when I saw you on the feed, saw what you did, not for glory nor for fame, I just...”
Bruce faltered, eyes yearning and voice hopeful. Mesmerised, Clark reached out and grasped Bruce’s hand.
“What is it that you want, Bruce?”
A painful aching sadness filled Bruce’s eyes.
“Nothing.”
And Clark felt as if the carpet had been pulled out from under his feet. There he was thinking that he and Bruce could become friends and maybe partners as well, working to make this Earth a safer place. But it seemed that Bruce wasn’t on the same page.
“Okay...”
Clark let go of Bruce’s hand but Bruce clutched his instead, refusing to let go.
“Don’t misunderstand!” Bruce hissed, eyes fierce, "I can’t ask anything of you now. But one day, I will, so be prepared.”
Feeling much better, Clark grinned, "I’m holding you to that promise. And should you not deliver, I’m coming after you. So be prepared as well.”
(Two more prompts to go. I was so hoping to finish it tonight and before the Sept 7 deadline but I ran out of time. Sigh!)
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Writer’s Month 2020 (Day 20)
Day 20 Prompt: Loss
Pairing: Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne
Summary: An AU where Bruce’s a mathematician and Clark’s a super secretary.
“Excuse me?”
The sudden noise startled Bruce and he banged his head against the underside of the drawer. Irritated, he backed out from under his desk and glared at the culprit who had interrupted his search.
“Haven’t you delivered! Just put it at the door,” Bruce barked at the stranger before crawling back under his desk, desperate to find what he had lost.
Damn it! Where’s the pen!
Face pressed against the floor, Bruce squinted, checking if his favourite pen had rolled underneath the side drawers. There were nothing but dirt and dustballs, and Bruce groaned in disappointment. He really needed that pen! Without it, he couldn’t seem to think straight and he was so close to solving the Riemann hypothesis.
“Is this what you’re looking for?”
The annoying voice spoke again and Bruce growled in vexation. Carefully backing out from under his desk, he glowered at the young man until he spotted his favourite fountain pen in his hand.
“You found it!” Bruce yelled, grinning in delight.
Dashing forward without tripping over the mess in his cluttered office, Bruce grabbed the face of the dark-haired man and planted a loud kiss on his lips . He then snatched his pen back before scurrying to his desk. Flopping into his creaky roller chair, Bruce had already forgotten the man’s existence. His mind totally focused on solving the unsolved mathematical hypothesis.
“Welcome to the world of Professor Wayne,” a woman’s voice remarked drily, and the stranger, still in a state of shock, looked to the door.
There stood a petite lady, a suit cover bag flung over one shoulder. She was all dressed up, looking as if she was off to attend some gala.
“Hi, I’m Selina and you must be the new secretary.”
“Clark, Clark Kent,” the stranger introduced himself, shaking Selina’s proffered hand, “The Agency sent me as a replacement and when I arrived...”
Voice trailing off, Clark looked at his new boss.
Professor Wayne was currently muttering under his breath while he scribbled furiously on a yellow notepad. In the time that he and Selina had taken to introduce themselves, Professor Wayne had already discarded several crushed balls of paper, and they littered the floor, looking like fallen cheese balls.
“Don’t mind him,” Selina shrugged, sensing what was on Clark’s mind, “He’s like that all the time. It’s as if the world’s insignificant compared to numbers and symbols. That’s what Bruce ever cares about. And should a day comes when humans can digitalise themselves, Bruce would be the first to do so.”
“I see…” Clark nodded, eyes still on the professor who had given him quite a surprise – a very pleasant one actually.
For Clark preferred men and he had stepped into this mathematical genius’ office, thinking he would meet a white-haired, bespectacled senior (forgive his stereotype). However, he was greeted by the sight of a butt sticking out from under a desk, firm and nicely-shaped. Then the professor had turned around and despite his disheveled state and day-old stubble, he was very handsome still. Throw all that in with the glowering stare and unexpected kiss, and Clark was getting the hots for his new boss.
“Here.”
A suit cover bag was suddenly shoved into his arms, shaking Clark from his reverie.
“He’s all yours,” Selina winked, a knowing smile on her face, “And if you want Bruce to still have his tenure, get him to the C.M.I. Fundraiser by 8pm. Otherwise…”
Selina signified the end of Bruce with the universal slitting-the-throat-with-finger motion.
“I see…” Clark eyed Bruce and then the suit cover bag speculatively.
“Hey,” Selina slapped his arm playfully, “Stop getting ideas. You’ve only got half an hour and Bruce’s extremely stubborn when he’s into his equations.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Clark grinned, “That’s why the Agency sent me. I’m the one they call when all secretaries had given up and no one else wants the job.”
(Inspired by Nanny Macphee. In this AU, Clark still has his superpowers.)
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Writer’s Month 2020 (Day 19)
Day 19 Prompt: Deaging
Pairing: Superbat, Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne
Summary: Baby Clark
A familiar Rolls Royce cruised to a halt before the red carpet and the press surged forward, jockeying for the best position to capture its occupants.
Who will it be this time? Male? Female? Some hot model or famous star? Will there be one or few to keep him company tonight?
With bated breath, the press watched like a hawk as the valet stepped forward. He opened the door and a leg slipped into view, clad in tailored trousers and polished shoes.
Some in the crowd sighed in disappointment. Not female then. So no beauties to ogle tonight.
However, others perked up at the sight. A pairing between the billionaire and some dashing man or men always made better headlines. And more copies were sold than the usual scandals involving him and the opposite sex.
Contrary to everyone’s speculations, only Bruce Wayne stepped out of the vehicle. But the press went wild anyway, cameras flashing and questions yelled out at a rapid pace. The press’ aggressiveness threatened to topple the velvety ropes that cordoned them off. And security rushed out to form a human barricade, keeping them at bay.
Bruce, a hand tucked in one pocket, knew the commotion was not at all about him. Rather, it was targeted at the bundle of joy nestled in his right arm.
Sporting a mop of wavy hair and eyes of the clearest blue, his companion was staring curiously, unfazed by the chaos around him. A tiny fist was clutching the lapel of Bruce’s jacket while his other hand played with the hem of his own suit. Both of them were wearing matching outfits and they made a striking pair as they stood on the red carpet.
Flashing his debonair smile, Bruce strolled down the carpet, ignoring the shouted queries from all around. Speculations were rife, ranging from a new adoption to a secret wife hidden overseas.
Lips twitching, Bruce struggled not to laugh out loud.
How wrong everyone was! And no one even came close to the truth.
For the eighteen-month-old was no ordinary baby. He was none other than Superman, de-aged by a bolt of magic.
Climbing the steps that led to the entrance of Wayne Foundation, Bruce hoisted the baby higher, adjusting his carrying angle. That earned him a squeal of delight and Bruce pressed a kiss to his cute cheek.
The press grew more agitated and the clamour intensified. Reaching the top of the steps, Bruce finally decided to face them. A hush descended, punctuated by clicking of cameras and the gurgles of a happy baby.
“Just in case there’s any misunderstanding,” Bruce drawled, “I’m merely babysitting.”
(A WIP I wrote a few months back and didn’t know how to end. Hope to get it finished one day.)
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Writer’s Month 2020 (Day 28)
Day 28 Prompt: Fantasy
Pairing: Superbat (Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne)
Summary: Drabbles about weddings & proposals. Based a little on Batman x Superman movie.
Clark had a fantasy that he never told anyone.
He would dwell on it when he was free, dreaming in the details, drawing out the look and feel until all was perfect and polished.
Then, one day when the timing was right, he presented it to Bruce.
“What’s this?” Bruce eyed the blueprint laid out before him.
“A new home.”
“That’s fantastic,” Bruce pored over the layout, marvelling at Clark’s design. Not only could he write, he was a talented architect as well.
“So when and where will you built it?”
“After I had my wedding and as to the where...I’ll leave it to my spouse.”
“Oh...”
There was a pause as Bruce struggled with the painful sadness in his heart.
“Congratulations!”
“So will you marry me?”
“What?”
Bruce stared wide-eyed at Clark who had knelt down, presenting him a ring tucked in a velvet box.
“But I’m not your spouse!” Bruce stuttered, flabbergasted.
“Not yet,” Clark chuckled, “But I will like to make you one, solely mine of course.”
And Bruce was rendered speechless. He gaped for a moment, mind trying to grasp the sudden turn of events. He had just mentally prepared himself to give up Clark and now this was happening!?
Grabbing Clark, Bruce kissed him hard – telling Clark through his kiss what his answer would be.
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