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AU where Clark Kent is a firefighter instead of a reporter. Clark Kent only knows Batman but Superman and Batman don’t know each other.

Batman is escorted by Clark Kent into burned buildings so they can to work together to figure out who the arsonists are, but Bruce keeps thinking shit like “damn this is a big ass motherfucker” and “he should not be able to swing that axe that hard,” so he keeps getting distracted from the case because he wants to fuck him so bad know what the fuck Clark Kent’s deal is.

Clark’s POV is “idk who this man is but he needs to get off my dick fr” but through the power of old man yaoi Clark is forced to reveal his identity to Bruce when Bruce finds himself in mortal danger.

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Fic where Clark and Bruce are familiar with one another as civilians but don’t know about each other’s hero identities. Bruce goes to a gala after getting very hurt on a mission a few days before and tries to walk it off, but Clark can hear how fast his heartbeat is and the unmistakable sound of his ribs crunching. He peaks beneath Bruce’s [very beautiful very well tailored] suit just to see what’s going on and sees a culmination of 9 years or so worth of battle scars.

Bruce disappears halfway through the gala like he always does but instead of being on his playboy shit like normal, Clark finds him throwing up behind a dumpster. And then they fuck nasty at some point idk.

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guess i'll put this here too, even though its past the day in my timezone lol

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Tyler Olivera would make a really really racist video about Gotham's Black residents 1000% lmaooo

Gotham has a really bad content creator problem, and im talking the really bad content creators. People love roaming the streets playing pranks or staying out late searching for clickbait titles like "KILLER CROC GOT MY FRIEND???? gotham vlog" or "sneaking into Arkham prank gone wrong." To combat this, Batman has to strike fear into them in ways that dont just lead them to more views. Begrudgingly, he has upgraded his suit to have a button that will play Disney Music out loud so the fear of copyright hits them.

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This is so Jason Todd adjacent

YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF PLACES TO HIDE.

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If y'all have a fic you want written that you either don't feel like or can't write, send me an ask and I may write it. I like writing for DC, Marvel, and Spiderverse! Smut welcome lol

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My whole thing about Jason Todd is yes he is fucked up yes he is an anti-hero and very complicated and insane but I really want him to be happy for like 5 seconds. I just want him to get to feel like he belongs somewhere and like somebody cares about him idk. Like I really need a side of comfort w my hurt ik I’m a huge pussy

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They’re the brothers ever to me

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And one thing I know for CERTAIN is that Selina Kyle does not like you unless her cats do.

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Can yall IMAGINE the blind items on Bruce Wayne

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Jason Todd’s girlfriend drinks Hennessy

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Yall think Jason has a lot of stretch marks

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Guys I am so so so so so sick with the flu rn and I was supposed to be at the club this weekend. Someone please link me a good batfamily or spiderverse hurt/comfort im too sick to scroll through ao3 for 45 minutes. I am begging.

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tfw you have a reputation to maintain but a sparkly alien keeps trying to become friends with you 😔✨️

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Put Dick Grayson back in a crop top like rn stop fucking playing w me

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Toying w the idea of introducing Jason to an OC I’m cooking who is also a Lazarus pit survivor, I think I really like the way their dialogue flows <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)>

Jason lingers for a moment while she glares at him, and he realizes that he doesn’t know how to say what he wants. He decides to just spit it out. “You alright? You look like you took a good beating.”

A smile splits across her face, and she laughs out loud. She pulls her hair to the side and rubs away a tear with the palm of her hand. “Y’know, I thought you were gonna try to flirt with me? And I’m not in the mood for that shit tonight.”

She keeps on laughing for a moment, and Jason is stunned. “I didn’t mean— I’m—“

She shakes her head. “Save it,” she says. Her shoulders are still shaking, and the beads on the end of her braids clack together. “You’re right about that, I had me a long day boy. But I could say the same thing about you.”

She uses a hand of lacerated and bruised knuckles to gesture towards Jason’s own array of bruises and scrapes and the scarring on his face and neck. His sleeves are pulled back slightly, and her eyes drift towards his forearms, which are also covered in white, raised scars, new and old.

“I double as the bouncer, you know,” he tries to wipe his own implication clean, but she seems to know a fellow fighter when she sees one.

“Yeah right— I mean, I guess they’d want your big ass to settle a bar fight,” she leans against the counter and narrows her eyes, as if she’s observing him like a specimen. “But I can tell you and me have got something in common. You don’t get cauliflower ear working at a dive.”

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I’ve come to the conclusion that the answer is yes but he can’t roll and Jason probably points and laughs at him for it

Am I wrong if I say Tim Drake should smoke like a little weed