superbat-is-king
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superbat-is-king · 2 days ago
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Wally befriends an angel with concerning amount of explosives
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superbat-is-king · 2 days ago
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lbr he doesnt stand a chance against a real clownoisseur
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superbat-is-king · 28 days ago
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dick and batdad
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superbat-is-king · 29 days ago
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30 Days OTP Challenge #17 Spooning
Supes: This is my second favorite way to fly with you.
Bats: … I got to figure out how to fly myself.
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superbat-is-king · 29 days ago
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When a mission doesn't quite go their way, Batman, Robin, and Nightwing are caught in a building collapse. Quite literally stuck in the rubble, Dick tells Bruce to save Tim and come back for him, though things aren't looking good.
Oh, but wait, what about that demon lord from last Halloween who gave Dick a means to summon him whenever, wherever?
Wrote a sequel to my demon!Dick fic from two whole years ago :D
also a Dick Grayson/John Constantine/Zatanna OT3 😘
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superbat-is-king · 1 month ago
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Concept: an episode of the Justice League cartoon where the MCs get sucked into a 90s teen movie… powers get reset to when they were that age.
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superbat-is-king · 1 month ago
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Felt like being angsty for no good reason, I’m soooorry
Orym’s first to wake in the morning, as usual.
What’s not quite as usual is waking up with his face buried in a chest, wiry arms wrapped around his, holding him close. And it was so… warm. Comfortably so. It had been a while since he’d woken like that, since Fearne and Ashton had started to get closer.
Wait, no, Orym finds himself thinking as he cranes his head upwards to see Dorian’s peaceful, sleeping face. It’s actually… a bit cool. Like there's a slight breeze surrounding us.
Oh— Air genasi, duh. Of course!
A smile makes its way to his lips as memories of the night before filter in.
“Maybe you’re just the first beautiful, kind face I’ve seen.”
“Let me comfort you for once.”
Orym swallows a laugh as he realizes how far they’ve both come — running away from home and finding a new one to protect — and it fills him with pride. All of his friends, in fact, who have seen and grown so much, he couldn’t possibly be more proud of them. Despite the insurmountable task they’ve found themselves facing, he doesn’t think he’s been happier than in this moment right now.
“You are why I’m here.”
Those words ring out in his mind and the smile slips. Maybe he had lost himself in the euphoria of finally admitting how he felt and being so close to Dorian that he didn’t consider—
Is this really okay?
In a rush, his mind is filled with images of Will, of relaxing under the cherry blossom trees, of the spring winds whistling past their ears and tousling their hair. He looks past Dorian’s shoulder and sees it all so clearly. Unbidden. Somehow welcome, but not. And now the guilt is back.
Because he’s not over it.
Slowly, as carefully as he can, he separates himself from Dorian’s embrace, settling into a kneel on the bed.
He’s not over it and a piece of his heart still lies with Will and if he’s not all in, when he was always the reason Dorian’s here, then how is that fair?
How could it be fair to allow someone to love him if he couldn’t let go?
Orym quietly slips off the bed and just stands there for a moment, staring down at the bard. He reaches a hand out, brushing a blue-hued lock of hair off Dorian’s forehead, and lets out a trembling sigh. His vision is blurring and he blinks rapidly to clear the tears that have started to gather.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers in a voice so quiet, it barely reaches his own ears. “I’m sorry I can’t be what you deserve.”
But, fuck, the night had been so—! Can’t he pretend just a little bit longer?
“Mmm…” Dorian grunts in his sleep as he shifts in his spot on the bed, arms closing in on the body that’s no longer there.
Orym flinches, quickly adjusting his footing as he backs up to the door, silently pulling it open. He takes one last look, before he turns and walks away.
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superbat-is-king · 1 month ago
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Could mean nothing
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superbat-is-king · 1 month ago
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the super yiddies .....
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superbat-is-king · 1 month ago
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wip✍ I'm waiting for Bruce in My Adventure with Superman...
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superbat-is-king · 1 month ago
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by @yun59829493
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superbat-is-king · 1 month ago
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He's using the batarang as a spoon to eat ice cream
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superbat-is-king · 1 month ago
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by drhydra
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superbat-is-king · 2 months ago
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bruce's turn to be flustered ☺️
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superbat-is-king · 2 months ago
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by 28644950
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superbat-is-king · 2 months ago
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inadvertently, i drew a wide shot, full shot and close up
why isn't there a nightwing: the animated series btw? is it because his name is dick grayson??
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superbat-is-king · 2 months ago
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dick said once is enough!
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