#<- my reaction after calling it clark kent

[bittersweetstargazer]

me when I look at the calvin klein logo and accidentally call it clark kent because i'm an idiot

[wonderjanga]

Solomon Outing Everyone

It’s not Billy’s fault Solomon does this. It’s just that the old man will blabber before he even has a chance to register and now he’ll know people’s identities.

Like the second time he met Batman. The first time the two met was when there was a giant alien invasion. That was the day the Justice League formed. Billy didn’t join though due to the fact he left almost immediately after so he could start clearing rubble and looking for injured. He wasn’t apart of the “Hey, after this, let’s meet up at a certain place and discuss becoming a team” discussion. See, the second time they met, was when Bruce Wayne was in Fawcett scouting for “potential locations to open another branch of Wayne Industries in.” He was actually scouting for Marvel. He wanted to see how the Captain was doing as a hero and if the man would consider joining the Justice League.

Bruce: *walking around, asking about Cap and just looking for the man*

Marvel: *flying in the sky*

Solomon: “Oooh one of your little friends is here, Billy.”

Marvel: *pauses his flight* “Who?”

Solomon: “The Man of Bats. Batman.”

Marvel: “Mr. Batman Sir?” *looks around* “Where?”

Solomon: “Look down. You’ll see a lavishly dressed gentleman.”

Marvel: *looks down* “There’s like five lavishly dressed gentlemen.”

Solomon: “The one everyone’s gawking at.”

Marvel: “Oooooh. That makes sense.” *flies down*

I’m gonna tell you right now, more than ten people have gawked at Bruce when he walked down the street, not because he’s Bruce Wayne, but because they think he’s Patrick Wayne. (Bruce’s grandpa) Let this be connected to my C.C. and Great Grandpa Wayne post from a long while ago.

Marvel: *lands in front of Bruce with a big smile* “Mr. Batman! What’re you doing in Fawcett?”

Bruce: *face shows no reaction but his soul nearly left his body* “Captain Marvel.” *grabs Marvel’s arm and leads them away from public eye*

Marvel: *confused, lets him lead him away*

Bruce: “How did you figure out my identity?”

Solomon: “Easy, they’re body language is the same.”

Marvel: “Your body language is the same.”

Bruce: *someone who carefully crafted a persona to be the complete opposite of the Batman* “Hn. I’d like to you to elaborate on that statement in a few moments, but anyways, the Justice League would like to speak with you-” *starts rambling about the JL and how Marvel should join them*

After the rambling…

Marvel: “I’d love to join!”

Batman: “Really? That’s it? No second thoughts whatsoever?” *wondering how the other man gave this no thought yet also found out his secret identity in a short interaction*

Marvel: “Nope, count me in.”

Batman: “Huh.” *stares for like a second* “Alright then. I’ll reach out to you when we have a comm available for you.”

Then there was Clark. Now see, Marvel had met him first, but Billy had met him second. Mr. Morris introduced them and they worked together for a bit and Billy thought the man was nice. They were even on first name basis! (Clark was practically begging him to stop calling him Mr. Kent.) Then unfortunately, their little partnership ended and they went their separate ways. Solomon couldn’t say anything because Billy was Billy, not Cap, so the chat was muted. Two’s third interaction was when Solomon started running his mouth. This happened soon after he got his comm and went to the Watchtower for the first time.

Marvel: “It’s wonderful to meet you Mr. Superman Sir.” *shaking his hand*

Supes: “You as well, but uh… Please just call me Superman.”

Solomon: “Isn’t that the Kent boy?”

Marvel: *pauses mid handshake to stare intently at Clark because there’s no way that’s true- oh my gods it is* “Clark?”

Supes: *actually shows on his face that his soul also nearly leaves his body* “Wha- I- uh- Clark, who’s that?”

Marvel: “You? Or at least I thought you were.”

Solomon: “Thought he was? Billy you know it’s him.”

Marvel: “Yeah, I thought so. I can’t believe you’re a superhero, man. That’s awesome.”

Supes: *dumbstruck and fumbling for words*

Marvel: “Say, does superheroing help with getting stories-”

Supes: “Okay!” *pushes him into a nearby room so no one will here them*

Marvel: *lets himself be pushed*

Supes: “How did you find out my identity?!” *sounds super panicked*

Solomon: “His body language. And his face. Mostly the body language.”

Marvel: “Mostly your body language.”

Supes: “Wha- We’ve met one time before this!?”

Marvel: “So?”

Supes: “So?!” *pauses to take a deep breath* “Look, just please don’t tell anyone about my secret identity.”

Marvel: “You don’t have to tell me twice. A secret identity is a secret for a reason.”

Supes: *sigh of relief* “Good. But uh… I gotta ask, how exactly do you know my civilian identity? I don’t remember ever meeting you or someone like you.”

Marvel: “You’ve met my civilian identity.” *shrugs*

Supes: “Oh really?” *slightly surprised* “Who are you? Do you work at the Planet?”

Marvel: “No, and I can’t tell you who I am.”

Supes: “Why? You know me… somehow.”

Marvel: “I know, but my identity is kind of a problem.”

Supes: “Are you a criminal or something? Batman told me of a villain who became a hero, if that’s truly the case with you, I won’t judge.”

Marvel: “No, no, no, it’s not that. It’s just that my identity is just a flat out problem. That’s it.”

Supes: “Well that’s really specific.”

Marvel: “Sorry.” *feels bad*

Supes: “Don’t apologize.” *feels bad for making him feel bad* “You shouldn’t have that mentality about your civilian self though.”

Marvel: “I try not to.”

Also any shapeshifters? Solomon clocks it’s them immediately. Also also, him and Cassandra Cain are constantly in tune too. Same with him and Martian Manhunter.

[cloudyzeusy]

top male request 😝

I wanna see some like big dude, gym bro reader that drools like a damn dog in bed. Idk who or maybe like who you think would like this the best. Or like some good reactions y'know.

Clark Kent dropped his bag at the door after coming home after a call to save a bank. He made his way to find me in the living room working on a project.

He sat on my lap I paid no attention until he started rubbing himself on my crotch humping me. "Clark if you want me to take care of you just say that." I said gripping his waist stopping his actions as I forced him to look at me.

"Take care of me then." He grinned I lifted him up carrying him to out bedroom. Which is funny as he's the definition of built and spends his time in the gym.

We both fell back onto the bed as I kissed him deeply. I felt around his pants ripping away his skimpy gym shorts exposing his hole. Impatiently I revealed my cock not in the mood for foreplay.

I pushed the mushroom head in his hole stretching him out. As I bottomed out I grinned at his expression Clark loved my cock alot.

I turned him around gripping his hips tightly as I pounded him making him take it all. "[Name] it's to deep, fuck " He moaned gripping the sheets as he tried to take me out.

I moved his hand anyway thrusting harder fueled by his moans. I could see his face buried into the pillows mouth open as he was forced to take it. I spanked his ass enjoying the way it bounced turning red.

My tip brushed against his prostate making him squeal embarrassingly . His cock had made a small wet patch from where his cum laid. I reached under tweaking his hard nipples.

I groaned lowly as I felt myself tense up close to my orgasm I turned as around to be in missionary. Staring at his flushed, drooled face he trying to look away as he couldn't face me.

I grabbed him forcing him to look at me and touched where my cock had indented him. I pushed all my length into him cumming in him as we watched his stomach bulge up.

He turned around laying face down shy as I took myself out. I stared at his ass leaking my cum and forced myself to look away.

He was so fucking sexy.

[toast-on-dandelioms]

Hello, I really a fans of your work and always waiting for the updates. I have a question, what happen if Y/n just ignore the batfam as Y/n also turn to superfam becoming their family. It also assuming Alfred A-Okay with it. Oh, also Y/n might be have relationship with one of the superboys and she love to cuddle with the lover. Well, that's just my wild imagination thinking about.

Oh well, I hope you have great days.❤️😘

Thank you for liking my work! If you're asking for part 4, it will come out soon and probably by the end of next week!

Well, I don't think Alfred would be totally a-okay with this and after a bit he would act to 'fix' the situation.

He wants you to stay at the Manor and be appreciated too by the Batfam even though they don't even know you exist.

He has tried before, talking about you to Bruce and the others but they always dismissed him with the excuse of being busy or forgetting about you the next day.

And seeing you giving up on being with your real family and finding love in another family that actually accepts you and he can't accept that.

You're supposed to be with him as the rest of the Waynes not with some alien family.

He would act like he supports you whenever you come to visit him since you mostly live with the Kents nowadays and come to the Manor to grab the things you needed since you were moving your stuff from the Manor to the Kents house.

After a while you start to come home, to come back to him even less before you just visit him maybe once a month before it turns into no more visiting him since you're busy with school, dance classes and the vigilante role you still have.

And Alfred hates it so he decides that he can't stand to watch his boys obsess over your vigilante persona when they can't even bother to notice you weren't living in the Manor anymore.

So he decides to call a family meeting without your knowledge and explains everything, who you were behind the mask and how dissapointed and ashamed that the people he raised didn't even acknowledge that you existed.

Their reaction, which were mostly of confusion before realisation bothered him but he stayed silent and used their reaction to manipulate them, make them think you weren't in the right place with the Kent family.

And after a week from that meeting, you started to receive texts from all the batfam and also kept seeing them everywhere, with Bruce at school or when you were patrolling the city.

He would always try to talk to you, which you ignored or gave him the finger while swinging away, preferring to not engage in his tries to connect with you.

Plus he would show up at your dance recitals when you never said anything to Alfred about them and he would always be right in first row with a smug smile since he knew you couldn't do anything.

Plus you already knew they knew who you were behind the mask, they said your name when you had your mask on so many times you wanted to punch their faces.

You had to skip a few days of school because Tim and Damian started to show up at your same highschool and sitting next to you in class, to which no one would say anything and it frustrated you since highschool was one of your safe places but not anymore.

You tried to ignore Dick and Jason's attempts at stalking you, not because it was noticeable since you never saw them but the spider sense made you aware you were being watched and after a bit you were able to notice them following you.

Yes you did feel proud since you didn't have any detective training like the others but still knew who was following just by using the things around you.

You vented your frustrations with Clark and Conner and they did help by letting you skip school and everything but you had to go back to school or it would affect your attendance and damage your reputation and curriculum for future colleges applications.

But one fateful day, you went to a mission with Conner and Clark since they needed a third person but couldn't bring Jon since he was busy with school, so you went in his place.

During the mission you got ambushed, Conner and Clark were at disadvantage since the attackers (not sure on the term, the people that attacks) somehow had kryptonite weapons.

Plus you were also fighting, using the tasers and also the objects around you like rocks or trees.

Yes, you did throw a tree at a group of them and you also got Clark telling you not to do it again. Did you listen though? No.

As you were fighting you suddenly got stung by something in the leg, and when you touched the spot where it hurt you saw a small dart there.

You opened your mouth to call for Clark or Conner but someone covered your mouth and held you as you fainted while Clark and Conner had to flee since the attackers were too strong with the kryptonite.

The last thing you saw was the smiling face of Dick before completely giving in the drug you got injected in your body, not hearing them fight about who was gonna carry you in the batmobile.

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC PROMPT #29

(#) = Notes at the end of post

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The Nasty Burger Explosion still happens, and Danny is left without his friends, family, and the only teacher who ever tried to help and encourage him in school. He manages to skirt around Vlad's custody by discovering a cousin of his Dad's he'd never heard about (1). He reached out to her, crying and begging for her to take him in. To not let Vlad anywhere near him.

Needless to say, after hearing a desperate teenager call her in tears and discover that besides Danny, her cousin Jack and his family had recently died in a horrible "accident," Lois nearly upends everything to go and get Danny from a middle of nowhere town in Illinois. After talking with Clark, of course. She didn't get one word in, however, cause he heard the entire phone call from the other room, though unintentionally.

After arranging for Mama Kent to watch over a still young Jon, they drove as fast as possible to meet this boy that already had their hearts in an iron grasp. When they first lay eyes on him, they immediately want to comfort him. His black hair is a tangled mess, his eyes bloodshot and red from crying. He sits in the corner of the school secretary's office, curled up in the small seat with an overstuffed backpack clutched tightly in a trembling, white-knuckled grip. A girl with dark skin and her hair held back by a headband sits with him, but she gets up and walks over as soon as she sees them enter the office. Danny doesn't seem to notice or even look up from where he's staring at the floor tiles.

"He's been hiding here for the last few days since he called you. He hasn't gone home once except to pack the bag he has with him." The girl explains. She holds out her hand to Lois for a handshake. "Valerie. You could say I'm a... friend of his (2). I'm assuming you're the cousin?"

Lois nods solemnly. "How's he been? He wouldn't tell me why he wouldn't go with his parent's first choice of custody. I've been worried."

Valerie grimaced and looked back at Danny before looking her directly in the eyes. "I can't say much without revealing anything i shouldn't. Let's just say Vlad has an unhealthy obsession with Danny, and it's unsafe to be around him. If he trusts you, he'll be the one to tell you the rest."

Clark and Lois share a look before they both nodded.

Valerie sees their acceptance and relaxes. She'd actually been tense the entire time she'd been talking with them.

"Well, with that said, I'll be going now." She rubbed the back of her neck and looked down with a sad expression. She looked back up at Lois with a deep sigh, and only then did Lois realize that Valerie looked to have been crying recently too. Looking between both adults, she made a quiet request. "Take care of him, will you?"

This time Clark is the one who finally speaks up. "You have our word he'll be safe and cared for."

Valerie's shoulders slump with a shuttering sigh of relief. "Thank you."

Once she left, Clark and Lois slowly approached Danny and sat to either side of him. Only then did he finally look up from the tiles and see them. His eyes ghosted over Lois but immediately locked onto Clark. He stared up at him, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Clark shrunk his broad form down a little, concerned his build might be intimidating for the young man. "Hi there, bud." He said in a soft tone. "I'm Clark and this is Lois. We're here to pick you up."

When introductions didn't seem to get a reaction from the teen, Clark's brow furrowed further. "Something wrong?"

Danny finally blinked and quickly ducked his head back down to look at the floor. "N-No." He croaked. "Sorry. For a moment there, I thought you were-" He choked on his words and seemed to have difficulty swallowing. He was shaking, his face hidden against his knees with one of his arms braced over his head to hide even further.

When he finally managed to finish his sentence, Clark's heart shattered completely.

"I th-thought you were my dad."

Clark looked at Lois with lost, watery eyes only to see she was in the same exact predicament. She couldn't stand seeing Danny so heartbroken any longer and leaned over to wrap him in a hug, Clark soon following. After a while of shushing and murmuring words of comfort, Lois gently spoke up.

"Why don't we get your things in the car and we can get on the road."

Extracting himself from their warm hold, Danny took a deep, shuttering breath before nodding.

"Okay."

"Is there anything else we need to get from the house? You have everything?"

Gripping his bag tightly to his chest, he nodded again. (3)

"Yeah. I do."

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Side Note:

(1) He found out through Tucker. He'd searched through Danny's family tree for any living relatives in case Vlad ever actually managed to kill Jack or something else happened to both his parents. He just never imagined it would be for this reason specifically.

(2) Yes, she knows Danny is Phantom now. She did not know before. She found out after she tried to pin the blame for Danny's friends and family on Phantom while Danny was in earshot, and he basically blew up at her and broke down. She's horrified and feels terrible, so don't be too hard on her. The confrontation also happened on school grounds with a bunch of other kids present, so a good majority of the student body knows now, too. If not from seeing it first hand, then by word of mouth. They're keeping it hush hush so nobody with bad intentions towards ghosts comes looking for Danny. Valerie will be the main defense against any ghosts that pop up, as well as a few other kids she trained.

(3) Before he left, Danny did disable and completely dismantle the ghost portal and translated all his parent's research into a code him, Sam, and Tucker came up with before destroying the originals as well as the entire lab itself. Natural ghost portals can still pop up in Amity Park tho, since the ghost portal kinda oversaturated the town with ectoplasm. Valerie and the kids she trained are just a precaution.

Haven't come up with a title for this one yet. I'll add it later when it pops into my head though.

Funny enough, this actually isn't what I planned to write for this prompt. It did involve Danny getting adopted into the Kent family, but there was going to be something entirely different happening. Apparently, the characters had other plans. Oh well, I'll save it for the next one, I guess. It might be a second part of this, actually. We'll see!

Enjoy the angst & hurt/comfort tho!

[drewharrisonwriter]

Donor | Drabble | Superman

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Pairings: Bestie Henry Cavill x OFC

A/N, Warnings: 18+, this is a drabble for my Henry Cavill fic Donor. English is not my first language.

Summary: Henry's kids find out he played Superman.

"Paaaaaaapaaa!" Mari's excited call echoed through the house as she dashed down the stairs, with Henry rushing to meet her at the landing.

"Mari!” Henry exclaimed. “What's happening? Is everything alright?" he asked with a touch of nervousness, preparing himself to catch his thirteen-year-old daughter in case she stumbled while descending the stairs.

"Papa, were you actually Superman?" Mari's eyes shimmered with a blend of astonishment and curiosity.

"Good grief, Mari!" Henry exclaimed in relief, closing his eyes briefly and running a hand down his face, while the other rested on his waist. "You scared me half to death. Is that all you wanted to ask?"

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Mari asked with bubbling enthusiasm, bouncing on her heels.

"Well, it's not like it's some top-secret information," Henry replied, guiding his daughter down the hall toward the kitchen.

"What's all the fuss about?" You called out from the kitchen before Henry and Mari entered.

"Your daughter just unearthed the fact that her papa is the son of Jor-El," Henry responded with faux exasperation, causing you to snort. Henry and Mari settled onto bar stools across the kitchen island, where you were meticulously frosting the first of three batches of cupcakes that Sisi needed for school the next morning.

"Really? Nobody thought to mention that papa was Superman?" Mari inquired, still puzzled and amazed by the revelation.

"Why is this such a surprise?" You asked, not taking your eyes off the cupcake you were skillfully frosting. "Your father is an actor, after all."

"Yeah, but Superman? Ma, we've been living with Clark Kent all this time," Mari quipped, lowering her voice conspiratorially for the latter part, as though sharing a closely guarded secret. You laughed hard at your daughter’s reaction. 

"Thirteen years, darling. Took her thirteen years to find out.” Henry chuckled and you giggled.  “Who spilled the beans, anyway?" he asked. 

"Uncle Charlie did! And I knew you were a bit of a nerd, pa, but I had no idea you were enough of a nerd to be cast as Superman," Mari teased, prompting exaggerated gasps of shock from both Henry and you.

"Oh goodness, actors!" Mari groaned, rolling her eyes at her playful parents.

"Young lady!" Henry exclaimed, still maintaining his mock shock, with a hand dramatically placed over his chest.

"For the record, I’m a singer/songwriter. And you might call him a nerd now," you began, shaking your head with a mischievous smirk, "but he's the hottest and sexiest Superman. Ever." You cast a teasing glance at your daughter and playfully wiggled your eyebrows.

"Ew, ma. Stop it," Mari responded.

"Thank you, darling," Henry smiled at you, his expression still a bit theatrical.

"So, wait…" Mari began, a mischievous glint in her eye, "You mean to tell me that you had to fit in that Spandex?" She magically had promo photos pulled up on Google on her smartphone, then showing her parents a GIF from over 20 years ago.

"We're home!" Sisi's voice echoed from the front door as it swung open. Vivi, Savi, and your youngest and only son, Teddy, trailed after her. 

"In here!" Henry called out. 

"What a dish!" You exclaimed with a playful groan as you stared at the photo on Mari's phone, as if it were a mouthwatering treat. Henry burst out laughing while Mari grimaced in sheer disgust, and Henry joined in with an exaggerated groan.

"I no longer look like that," Henry said, his tone carrying a hint of disappointment and nostalgia.

"No, you don't," Mari chortled, and Henry playfully smacked her on the arm.

"Of course you don't, Hank. You're hotter now. Total DILF," you said, walking over to Henry, playfully wiggling your eyebrows before leaning down to kiss him.

"Ew, please. I beg of you both. Stop it!"

"What's a DILF?" Sisi asked with a scowl as the kids flooded into the kitchen, giving their parents each a hug and a kiss.

"Please don't ask them, you don't want to know," Mari answered.

"Yes, I won't say either because the last word is a curse word," Henry snorted.

"How was school?" You asked your kids as they all settled down, and you began bringing out their afternoon snacks of cookies and milk.

"Oh, I thought we were having cupcakes!" Vivi said disappointedly.

"That's for my bake sale tomorrow," Sisi quipped.

"Can we at least have one each, ma?" Teddy asked, and who were you to say no to your husband's mini version? 

You handed out a cupcake to each of your children while Henry began pouring milk into their glasses. 

When everyone was happily eating and chatting, Mari filled her younger siblings in about their dad's (not-so) secret, and all your children gave their Papa surprised and then disgusted looks, resulting in a few more laughs.

Henry leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Do you mean it, darling?"

"What?" you asked, playing coy.

"That I'm a total DILF?" He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips.

"Of course I do, Superman," you giggled, and he groaned before he kissed you, twirling you around as if you were dancing. The kids started groaning in fake disgust at their parents' display of affection.

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[transmasculinizing]

HIP HIP HOORAY! THE COUNCIL HAS SPOKEN USING THE LANGUAGE OF HEART BUTTON. iv permission to be annoying!

so this has been brought to my attention after seeing the reaction to the new robin movie announcement. elseworlds has really fucked up dc fans understanding of how adaptations work im so serious.

im not saying this bc elseworlds stories r bad. quite the opposite i love these comics (batman n dracula trilogy u changed my brain chemistry ily bbgrl) no im entirely talking about elseworlds as a brand. i am talking about how these stories r marketed bc it has done irreparable damage im thinking.

so the thing about dc? they want u to know what a characters whole deal is. batmans real name is bruce wayne and hes a rich orphan who protects gotham city. superman is an alien whose planet blew up and he landed in kansas as a baby where he was given the name clark kent and was raised on a farm then he moved to metropolis to become a reporter. these characters have a certain way they hav to be and their stories r supposed to be. if ur adaptation of the story strays to far from this no problem we'll just label it as elseworlds. except not really they dont always do that.

case in point: the new robin movie that was literally just announced and doesnt even have a trailer yet. yeah well theyre making jason and dick around the same age. people cant be normal about this. "oh this will be so many peoples first introduction to the characters and this isnt how theyre supposed to be!" calm down. this is an all new version of the characters we havnt seen before. the point of an adaptation is not to be identical to the original. at that point just read the original. what do i mean by this? well-

another large franchise i love is godzilla. literally the only thing the godzilla movies and shows have in common is they have a giant lizard in them. you dont need to know what this guys whole deal is to call yourself a fan. do i highly recommend u watch the original 1954 movie and learn a bit about the history of the franchise if u got into it through some of the more recent godzilla media? yes but obviously i cant force u to do any of that. a lot of these movies straight up do not take place in the same universe. theyre different godzillas. one godzilla isnt "destroying" peoples perception of what godzilla is because its different from the original movie that has a completely different godzilla.

none the less before people jump to conclusions i want to make 1 thing clear: learn the rules before you break them. there have been changes made to the story before that i think r disrespectful to what the 1954 movie originally was. its easy to skim past if u dont know the characters history. for example in godzilla king of the monsters 2019 (and im not dunking on u if u like the movie bc i do also. that doesnt mean im not above criticizing it however) they have the only Japanese character get killed off by using a nuclear weapon to awaken godzilla.in this usamerican adaptation.of a movie that was made.as a metaphor for the bombings of Hiroshima.yeah that is a major yikes.

so yeah this is what i mean when i say learn the rules before you break them. it can be obvious that u either dont like what ur adapting or missing the point or just straight up havnt watched or read it none the less one adaptation doing things differently doesnt automatically mean its disrespecting the source material.

i think dc really shoots itself in the foot by making it so you have to know what every characters whole deal is and if u stray to far from that its labeled elseworlds. then when something isnt labeled as elseworlds fans get pissed at how inaccurate it is. monsterverse isnt marketed as "an alternate universe where godzilla is a million year old alien" its just godzilla. now u could say comparing this to godzilla is unfair because hes barely a character. hes a giant lizard and directors r supposed to play around with him like a barbie doll. so heres another comparison that ive already made a bunch

in mainline tmnt idw comics the turtles r reincarnated from a bunch of kids in medieval japan. this is not in any other version. in mutant mayhem the turtles go to school. this isnt in any other version. adaptations usually flip back and forth on if splinter is mutated hamato yoshi or hamato yoshi's mutated pet rat. the 4 main turtles personalities vary widely depending on adaptation bc "leader, angry, smart and funny" arent personality traits so much as they r quirks. depending on how old someone is they might have a different idea of what the lore of tmnt is if they arent super into the franchise and only know the show/movies/comics they grew up with. this is really not a big deal at all. two people having different ideas of what a character is like bc they were exposed to them from different adaptations is not as big of a deal as dc fans pretend it is. before the the tim burton movies a lot of peoples perception of batman came from the 66 show and that 1 is.very different from how the average joe would think of batman today. and that wasnt the end of the world either! again people can and should learn the history of these stories but complaining about how bad a version of the story a newcomer might like is bc its not like the one u like isnt going to make them wanna look deeper into the franchise. we should be calmly approaching these newer fans and giving recommendations and reading list if they show interest in a character or story

like literally there is a lot of criticism u could make about yjtv but it boils my blood how much bad faith criticism iv seen that can just be summarized as "this is not how this character should be". because i guess there r just definitive versions of characters now

look im not even saying if an adaptation is different u still have to like it. i actually hate a lot of adaptations bc theyre different from what i like. but the opposite is also true. there r adaptations i like bc what they do differently. something being different doesnt automatically make it good or bad is what im trying to say so now that brings us back to elseworlds.like not sorry it shouldve stayed dead.not the stories just the name elseworlds. i really dont like dc bringing back elseworlds. the whole concept just feels creatively limiting. these are just different continuities and should be treated as such. there being a certain way a story should be written and having to warn people if u stray to far away from that story and getting yelled at if u dont is what i mean! do u see the issue here am i making sense

[p1nkshield]

Welcome to chapter five! Sorry it’s been a minute! Hope you enjoy!

Damian sat at the kitchen counter, quietly observing the trio as they began to cook.

“Okay!” Sam began, “the cauliflower needs to be roasted for the sauce, potatoes need to be peeled and boiled for the gnocchi.”

Danny surveyed the kitchen like a battlefield with what looked like, from what Damian could glean, instinctual observance. As if he expected the fruit to sprout teeth and bite him.

Danny seemed to notice his gaze.

“Uh, I can prepare a spice mix for the cauliflower!” Danny offered.

“Cool” Sam said as she cut the cauliflower into quarters. “What about you short stack?”

Damian bristled at the nickname.

“I am not short, I am the ideal size for stealth.” Damian added a sniff to add to the validity and aloofness of his statement.

To his dismay however he was met with a chorus of laughter and awwws.

“Okay then what should we call you? My name’s Sam!”

“I’m Tucker!”

“And I assume you know my name since you held a knife to my throat lol”

This was not ideal. The goal of this was to scope out Daniel’s allies while instilling fear so that he stops his snooping.

That was the goal.

Not to eat food that sounded delicious.

“My name is Damian Wayne. The blood son of Bruce Wayne and protector of the Wayne family name.”

“…”

“…”

“How very intense.” Danny remarked.

Damian smirked at this acknowledgment, not catching the amusement in Danny’s tone.

“Well Mr protector of the Wayne family name, can you peel potatoes?” Sam asked.

“Yes of course.”

Damian has never peeled potatoes in his life. He’s seen Alfred do it though so how hard could it be?

By the third potato Clark had run out of bandages. Despite his determination to finish his duty was confiscated.

“At this rate the dish won’t be vegan anymore!” Sam teased as she expertly peeled the remaining potatoes.

“Don’t worry man you’ll get a handle on your knife skills!” Tucker said in an attempt to soften the blow.

This comment did quite the contrary.

“My knife skills are superb! My own mother practically trained me since birth to wield a blade! Grayson also complimented my proficiency after I nearly beat him in a sparring match! How dare you imply a lack of skill!”

Damian’s outburst was met with silence and he immediately realized he had said too much.

“Trained since birth?” Sam echoed with concern etched in her face.

“You had to fight Grayson? Like Dick Grayson?” Danny said slowly approaching the boy.

Damian’s face began to resemble a tomato. His temper had gotten the better of him! What about these people made him forget all his interrogation training?

“I… no!” He said shielding his face from their prying gazes.

“That was a lie! I have never held a sword!”

“THEY GAVE YOU SWORDS?!?” They all asked in unison.

“NO!”

The silence hung thick in the air. The only thing that cut through it was Damian’s stomach growling.

This was beyond embarrassing.

“We should just finish this. Damian signed up for gnocchi not an interrogation.” Sam said, causing the boy to sigh with relief.

They returned to their work and the previously easy tone. Complaining about the five page essay they had to write the class of one Mr. Lancer.

“Dude I cannot even begin to understand what he means by ‘the wallpaper represents Amelia’ it’s wallpaper!” Danny began.

“That I understood.” Sam began. “During the time this was written green wallpaper was colored with arsenic. Specifically this was the time where people knew it was poisonous but still used it anyway.”

“What does that have to do with Amelia purposefully destroying all of her relationships?” Tucker said incredulously.

“…”

“…”

“Oh.”

Todd would have gotten a kick out of this conversation.

They finished rather quickly. Setting the table with six place settings.

Damian looked at them quizzically until the front door opened.

“SURPRISE!”

“Oh!” Clark exclaimed startling back into the doorframe.

Damian knew that was a fake reaction. Kent could smell cookies baking in Utah from L.A.

“These are my friends Tucker and Sam! Also we made a thank you dinner for being so nice and welcoming to me and my sister.” Danny finished his sentence rather sheepishly.

“Awww! Thank you so so much! I’m sure it will be great!” Clark said with one of the brightest smiles Damian had seen in his whole life.

Damian had made a very good decision about staying. The meal was very good. Maybe because he felt pride in being a part of making it.

He yawned. No good. His guard was far too low. At this rate he will never intimidate Daniel. He blinked for perhaps a bit to long for the next moment he found himself in his own bed at the manor.

Father must have come to get him.

Curses!

Next time Daniel.

You will rue…

The day…

His eyelids slid shut once more.

@bushbees

[hedgiwithapen]

My Adventures With Superman: Sam Lane, and an eight year old Clark Kent.

General Lane holstered the newest prototype he’d been given for the mission, surveying the debris.  The ship had been less armed than anticipated. He’d overprepared, but that was always better than underpreparing. The field around him, the farmhouse, the dark ship that had haunted his nightmares, lay in ruins. “Well?” Mandy asked over the com in his ear. “Did you locate the last ship?” “I did,” he said. “This one was smaller. Mostly intact. It must have slipped past the sensors during Zero Day.” “I’ll send backup. How many robots?” “There was one. It’s taken care of.” “Any tech salvageable?” “Some,” he reported, looking back at the …creature…at his feet. “Something else, too. Sleeper agent.” “Pickup’s a minute out. We’ll find out what it knows.”

The new headquarters was nice, a far cry from the tents pitched around cornfields of seven years ago.  It was secure, with rooms for gear, for recreation, for combat practice. And rooms for prisoners. Finally, after years, they had one. General Lane stood at perfect attention, his spine rigid, his arms locked, his eyes still, concealing the racing in his brain. It looked human.  When he’d followed his scanner leading to one of the Invader ships, he’d expected more of the robots, killing machines made of non-earth-metal, sleek and calculating.  What he’d found instead looked like a human, like a child. Seven or eight, the part of his brain that was unhelpfully pointing out how much the invader’s dark hair looked like Lucy’s, how the way it had tucked both arms around its knees looked like Lois, sitting up in bed after a night terror.  He told that part of his brain to shut off, stand down, stop. He wasn’t sure it was better than remembering the sight of the battlefield, the fire-furrowed cropland, the scorched bodies. It was easy to keep his voice hard. “When is the invasion?” “I don’t know,” a tiny voice replied. It yelped when the collar sparked red, answering Mandy’s remote.  “Who are your people? What are their plans for Earth?” Amanda Waller stepped in. General Lane bit back the advice that one question at a time would be better. It wasn’t only his call. And this wasn’t a human child.  He’d follow Mandy’s lead. “I don’t know,” the invader whispered again, his bright blue eyes shining. It was a clever trick. “I want to go home.” “Where is home?” General Lane asked, sharp. “How many of you are there?” It shook its head again. “I don’t know, just me, I--I was home, you took me.” “That wasn’t your home. You came from that ship. Why?” “I don’t know,” it repeated, hugging its knees closer.  General Lane forced down the twinge of sympathy. It was probably calculated for just such a reaction, but knowing that didn’t make it easier. It was all too easy to imagine this…thing sitting at a school lunch table with his daughter.  “I swear,” the voice crept higher. Waller waggled the remote. The invader stared up at her, cringing backwards as far as chains would allow. “Your people sent you here. When are they coming back?” “I told you, I don’t know. Please, you can ask M--” it cut off, tears flowing again. “I don’t know anything.  I don’t remember anything.” “Hm.” Waller looked at the General. “Maybe it’ll feel more cooperative in the morning.” she turned on her heel, trusting him to have her back. Trusting the tech in this cell to prevent any need for him to. General Lane followed. “So, what do you think, Sam?” she asked him as they fell into step down the hall. He sighed, a little heavier. “It can’t be old enough to have been part of the invasion force.  Sleeper agent, maybe a decoy. But I don’t… I think it was telling the truth about not knowing.” “You’re probably right,” Mandy sighed right back at him. “But at least we’re not back to square one.  When Nemesis Omega comes back, we’ll have a weapon to use against them. Or a hostage. Either works. I’m sending you back out. We need to be sure there’s no more of them waiting.” “Right.” Sam said, swallowing his doubts. “Mandy. You don’t need me to tell you, but… if we want it to be our weapon…” “You’re right. I don’t need you to tell me. This is my side of things, Sam. Let me handle it. Go home. See your girls.” she paused midstep, a rarity, and her voice softened, ever so slightly. “I am sorry. I know civilian casualties are hard for you. But it’ll save so many lives. I hope you can see that.” Sam nodded, though he couldn’t. All he could see was himself, in the farmers’ faces.

[linkspooky]

Superman vs. All Might

Hello, this is a post comparing My Hero Academia to the comic books it was inspired by. Despite the title of this post, this is not going to be about the power levels of the individual characters. Rather, a comparison between what kind of heroes Superman, and All Might are respectively, and how All Might compares to the all-American super hero.

1. With Great Power

It's pretty obvious All Might takes his influence from Western / American ideas of superhero comics. He studied in the USA before returning to japan as a part of his training. He wears red, white and blue and shouts the names of American states before his attacks.

Before we begin have you heard about Superman? Really, never? That's kind of unlikely. If you want to read more about him though, there's this post with several recommendations of short comics that help you get the idea of his character. I personally recommend "All Star Superman" which is only twelve issues and is it's own self contained story.

There's also "Superman the Animated Series" which I believed watching just the first few episodes will give you everything you need to know about his character. I also recommend watching the Justice League episodes "Patriot Act", "War World", "Hereafter" and "For the Man Who has Everything" to get a glimpse of his character. I'll be referencing a line from the series finale of Justice League later on in this post, though I don't reccomend watching that because all the above are one shot episodes and the finale has spolers obviously.

So, All Might like Superman the single strongest superhero in his country. The only one of them that could truly be called "Superhuman", to the envy and amazement of others. There's an arc in My Hero Academia Vigilantes, where every single hero struggles only to fail to save a building full of people from collapsing. Only for after an entire arc of more minor heroes completely failing to stop the building from falling down, across the street All Might hears about it and arrives at the last second saving everyone inside and a couple of cats too.

The basic concept of All Might and Superman is basically the same, they are both the respective strongest heroes in their world's, and they are both defined by the fact they use their great power entirely altruistically. They work themselves to the bone saving other people.

In fact, in comparison to Superman All Might overowrks himself so much it can be considered a flaw. It's shown in the overhaul arc that All Might used to have a sidekick who was devoted to him, who quit and left him entirely because he could not stand to see how much All Might was ruining himself to help others.

I wouldn't say Superman doesn't work himself to death, or risk his life just as often, because he is a character with a long history, there are times he's been overworked and in crisis, heck he's even died before (Google: The Death of Superman), but working himself to the point of self destruction is not really a character flaw of superman's the way it is for All Might. I wouldn't say it's because Superman is any less selfless than All Might, though.

Rather, it has to do with the underlying difference in their motivation is. Now I said above, they are both people who use their powers to the best of their ability to help the others around them, but that's their actions not the internal motivation that drives those actions.

I've been calling him "Superman" so far, but that's not really his name. Everyone, meet Clark Kent. (This is from Superman: Secret Origin).

Wholesome geek from Smallville Kansas. He was adopted by Ma and Pa Kent, and raised on a farm, with no clue that he was an alien orphan from outer space until about his teenage years when he began all of a sudden to develop superhuman powers. What was his reaction to learning he has those powers? That he's something stronger than any other human?

He didn't want them. Clark Kent didn't want to be different from everyone else, and he never saw himself as better than them. He only comes to term with his identity, when he realize that these abilities are a gift, the same as any other gift, like being a fast runner, or being good at math, and Clark can use these gifts to help others.

This is essential to understanding Clark's character, he sees himself as gifted yes, but he's never seen himself as superhuman, or better than others. Clark is not superman, Clark is Clark.

He's a reporter at the Daily Planet who helps the city by writing expose articles with his colleague Lois, and who occasionally hears about disasters and puts on his pajamas to save people from a burning building, or catch Lois when she's flying out of a window. Being superman is community service for Clark. Clark never makes himself out to be a savior.

This all comes from Clark's fundamental desire, to be normal, to be a part of the planet that adopted him, and to feel connected to the world. Clark, unlike All Might values both parts of his identity (This is from Superman: Birthright).

There's a lot of things I can tell you about Clark Kent, he's a farm boy, he has a home life, a wife, however I could not tell you anything about Toshinori Yagi, both his past, and what he does when he's not being All Might.

The quirkless Toshinori Yagi may as well have stopped existing the moment he inherited One for All. As for why he has no identity outside of the costume he puts on, and why he devotes everything to being a superhero, it all falls back to that idea of motivation and origin again.

Superman never wanted to be a savior or a symbol, but that's exactly what Toshinori wanted to be, to become what the world needs him to be at the expense of everything including his own identity. Toshinori is not allowed to be human, because he needs to be superhuman. Once again, that makes it seem like Toshinori is more selfless, after all he sacrificed everything. They're both gifted with powers yes, but Toshinori doesn't let himself have anything resembling a normal life because he must be what the world needs him to be.

However, this is where I want to point out, that self-destruction is never a good thing. It's you know, destructive, hence the name. I think one of All Might's greatest flaws is not just that he's "So nice, and so selfless that he always hurts himself helping others", but that he genuinely began to buy the fact that having superhuman powers made him superhuman. He didn't overextend himself just because he was genuinely that selfless, but because he believed HE was the only superhuman with the power to do so and therefore HE had to do it.

We see shades of this in the Dark Deku arc, where this complete selflessness ends up veering into egoism. "I'm the only one in the whole world who could possibly do this, you all are too stupid and slow to catch up."

All Might is known for always flying solo, to the point where he only ever had one sidekick who quit on him because he refused to accept help. Clark cooperates with other heroes all the time, watch literally any episode of the Justice League cartoon.

All Might believes he has to become a superhuman symbol in order to help people, but then he starts to genuinely believe he is superhuman and that's where all the differences between them start to branch out. Superman wants to be a part of the world he wants to be with everyone, All Might wants to stand above everyone as a superhuman symbol. Yes, his motivations are still altruistic, he does it because he wants peace for the general population, but it's still a toxic attitude on his part.

Superman is a character who grapples with his own ability to help everyone too, because someone with his abilities should be able to do just that. (Superman: For all Seasons)

However, unlike All Might who pushes himself further and further away from his own humanity, when Superman reaches his limits, he instead goes back to his humanity instead. Superman's friends and family remind him, he may be strong, but just like anyone else in the world he's not capable of doing anything.

Clark's the kind of guy who when facing a crisis in the big city, comes home to talk with his small town parents, and then is deeply touched and learns a lesson from his father talking about growing corn, because to Clar, his father's efforts at growing corn are the same as him being a hero. They're both just trying to do the best they can do with the skills they have. That is the difference, Clark is rooted in the people around him, and his community, and is basically human in everything but biology.

Toshinori crumples under the expectations of being the perfect symbol that he places for himself, because he has no connection to the world outside being a hero. For Clark, what makes him a hero is the farm boy raising and the good values that his mother and father gave him as a child. For Toshinori, for a long time in the manga at least, he genuinely seems to believe that powers are what make him a hero. (Superman: Brainaac Action Comics #866).

Somewhere down the road, All Might began mistaking power for morality. You know, "All Might Makes Right." This could be partially because All MIght's not entirely based off of superman, Horikoshi has gone on record saying that My Hero Academia is like an exploration of two kinds of heroes, Spiderman and Goku.

Goku being the kind of reassuring hero who always wins a fight. So, All Might himself has two different distinct images, he's someone who's powerful enough to always beat the bad guy, and he's also someone who shows up to save everyone. All Might never really reconciles those two sides of himself though, and because of that he ends up representing a lot of Hero Society's Toxicity.

2. All Might Makes Right

So, I hope the lengths I went to establish "Superman does not think he's superhuman, All Might does, or at least expects himself to be..." have convinced you, because now we're moving onto the more toxic parts of All Might's nature.

All Might set out to do good, yes, but he also inspired a lot of the toxic parts of quirk society, the idea that the only people who can be heroes are people with strong and flashy quirks, the idea that defeating evil is just brutally punching a villain in the face. All of this because, at some point down the line All Might seemed genuinely convinced it was his superhuman powers that made him capable of saving so many that made him the hero.

Hence why we get scenes like All Might whining in front of his All Might Statue that he can't be ahero anymore, because he's too injured to continue fighting on the front lines.

Stain even compares himself to a god, that has now fallen upon the earth and became mortal. Superman was never superhuman or above anyone else, Toshinori can't really cope with being stripped down to having the same powers as everyone else, because he thinks his power lies in showing up to fight the villain.

The one time he's called upon to stop Deku from the same self destructive spiral that he went on, he can't, because All Might hasn't really overcome his own self destructive mentality that being a hero requires him being superhuman.

It's not just self destructive though, All Might clearly believes in the ideal image of a hero that the rest of hero society supports of an overly strong hero, bashing the brains in of a completely evil villain. He never stops to question himself, or the other people who imitate him. To quote League of Legends Arcane of all things, he's so busy worrying about greatness that he doesn't stop to ask himself if his actions are good. Every time we see All Might fight a villain, no matter who it is, it's a complete and absolute beat down.

"A hero's always ready to smash his way through trouble, tell me villain do you know the meaning of, plus ultra?"

All Might himself might have brought in AFO alive despite him being the worst villain ever and kept him in prison without executing him, but he's inspired an entire society of top heroes who are in fact, totally cool with brutalizing villains. Heroes who when they hear the only way to fight the Nomus is to kill them, and killing them is completely okay, are actually excited and find it fun.

"Oh wow, we can kill them? Cool, that's way easier!" All Might himself might not kill, but the attitude he promotes that a hero is someone who punches his way through a villain no matter what, promotes this line of thinking.

I could go through the manga and nitpick All Might, like how he never had any reaction to finding out his close personal colleague abused his own family, how he called Dabi the child Endeavor abused a maniac right in front of his brother's face, I bring these up but they're nit picks, I don't think they're in the spirit of the argument. Horikoshi is not trying to say that All Might is cool with child abuse, I'm nitpicking inconsistencies in the writing there. However, the dual nature of All Might's influence on society and the double nature of heroes themselves has been a long running plot thread.

All Might is completely unaware of the toxic influence he has on others, and also refuses to self-evaluate and look at his own flaws because as I stated above he mistakenly believes that All Might needs to be Superhuman in order to be a hero. Therefore, he can't have flaws. All Might seems to believe it's his ability to perform superhuman deeds that makes him a hero, unlike Clark Kent who's greatest ability is his sense of right and wrong.

Clark also, does not support the brutalization of villains in any way. If you want to watch the animated series, there's an episode called "When there's Smoke" where Superman meets a villain who's the victim of government experimentation, and spends most of the episode trying to talk her down, and de-escalate the fight.

Clark: Don't do it volcana. I can help you. Volcana: No thanks. These days I can help mysrlf. Clark: Listen, nobody will blame you for what you've done, but the stealing has to stop, now. Clark: You have to trust me, Volcana. Volcana: DO you know how many times I've heard that? From my parents before they shuffled me off to the institute? From the institute just before they turned me over to the feds. And from the government just before they took away my life.

At the end of the episode, he doesn't even hand her over to the feds or the government because he knows they're going to experiment on her.

Superman usually attempts to de-escalate first, whereas All Might always skips step one. In fact, one of Superman's most legendary animated scenes in the DCAU is a scene where he shows just how much he always holds back in a fight.

"That man won't quit as long as he can draw breath. None of my teammates will. Me, I've got a different problem. I feel like I live in a world made of cardboard. Always taking constant care not to break something, to break someone, never allowing myself to lose control even for a moment, as someone could... die. Now, you can take it can't you big man? What we have here is a rare opportunity for me to cut loose, and show you just how powerful I really am."

Clark is constantly concerned that if he doesn't hold back perfectly he might hurt someone more than he intended to, even a bad guy, whereas All Might is always going Plus Ultra on those purse snatchers. When Shigaraki brings up the possibility that All Might might be just as violent as the people he fights, he just laughs it off and pounds Shigaraki into the pavement.

Here's another clip where superman disavows violence. Quoted Here:

"Yes, they did see. They saw the ugliness as a solution and it frightens them. It frightened me too when I decided to cross that line and do what you do. It's so easy, anger, vengeance. *Fake punch* Luckily, I'm not you and I never will be." [...] "You think that's it. It's not over you poncey twit. If you think I'll just go to jail and rot you're living in a dream world." "Good, dreams save us. Dreams lift us up and transform us into something better. ANd on my soul, I swear that until my dream of a world where dignity, honor and justice are the reality we all share I'll never stop fighting, ever..."

Clark deliberately holds himself back from violence, because he knows he's a role model other people look up too and he doesn't want them imitating him.

Clark does not think his powers make him a hero, which is why he is so mindful of them. While I don't think All Might is convinced that powers make you a hero, to the lengths that say Endeavor absolutely seeps convinced that being a strong hero, and having strong powers should make him good.... I do want to compare how Clark and All Might act when they're called to save someone in a situation where their powers don't help.

Shigaraki Tomura, the villain of the manga is the grandson of All Might's mentor Shimura Nana. At her request, he never looked for her son after Nana decided to abandon him for his own safety, so they could remain hidden. As a result, when Shimura Tenko lost control of his own quirk and killed his family, no hero came to save him. Not only was All Might unaware of the situation because he was keeping his promise to his old mentor, but in the society that All Might created, Shimura walked the streets for days and not a single person stopped to help him.

Tenko is the child that All Might cold not save. However, upon learning of his existence, that All For One kidnapped the grandchild of his mentor, and then raised him for years into a villain and twisted him as a pawn to use against All Might... learning those circumstances All Might still doesn't try to go after him.

When All Might learns there was someone he did not save, someone he also has a personal connection too because his grandmother abandoned her family in order to raise him up as a hero, his reaction amounts to "Shucks, what can you do?"

"Shucks, what can you do?"

To compare All Might's dilmena with Tenko, the child he could not / did not save, there is a superman comic called "Superman: Up in the Sky" a six issue self-contained story, about Clark as he attempts to save a single girl who was abducted from earth and taken to space.

It examines the morality of such an action, Clark leaving the earth and going out of his way just for the sake of one person. After all, Clark is the most powerful hero. If Darkseid, or Brainiac shows up, you're going to need Clark fighting on your team.

The comci doesn't brush over the fact that Clark leaving just to save one little girl's life means he won't be there to help whatever natural disaster people need saving from, in fact Clark himself said it was a reason he shouldn't go, and Clark during the comic has constant hallucination and fear sequences of someone on earth dying because they needed his help and he was off saving a little girl.

Clark even has the option of leaving the search of the little girl up to the Green Lantern Corps, who are basically the universe's police with magic rings that let them fly practically anywhere and far more members than Clark, but he doesn't.

And his reasoning is simple. "No, I can't save everyone but maybe I can save her."

Superman even has a crisis of conscience with the two halves of himself, while hallucinating on an alien planet, the human half of him that wants to save one little girl, and the superhero sdie that's responsible for guarding earth from threats.

The alien himself says he only kidnapped her because she was a nobody, because she's someone who would never come after, because she's not worth that effort.

This is the defining scene which makes Superman, Superman. He came to save her, because superman isn't a set of powers, superman isn't a guy who fights bad guys, superman helps people.

Which is why I think All Might is just too different a character from Clark to really be comapred to him in the end, he's too wrapped up in his society's toxic ideals of heroism and too unwilling to bend from it. After all, if All Might had learned something, wouldn't his final stand be doing what Superman did in this comic? Giving everything he had left to save the child he failed to save? Instead, what do we see him do? Go to fight All for One in a giant robot suit.

The child who most needs to hear "I am here" is Shigaraki, but All Might's essentially already given up on him. "Shucks, what can you do?" Indeed. I want to point out in this same chapter though, All Might gives a very touching motivating speech to Todorki, reminding him he doesn't have to beat the big bad All for One, and it's okay for him to go after Dabi, and reassure his family and everyone else as a hero. THAT is the hero All Might could be, even without his powers. THAT is the hero who could try to talk to Shigaraki and bring him down, who could make an effort to be there for him now because he wasn't in the past. All Might's genuine altruism, and his moments where he uses his words and idealism to inspire people shows us what he could be, if he just divorced himself from this toxic notion that being a hero means standing up against a bad guy and beating them up.

However, we have not seen him do that yet. Because in the end All Might is no Superman. And he's DEFINITELY no Clark Kent.

[ettraxx]

Kara Kent Part 2

Kara’s day was not turning out as she had expected. Instead of getting herself caught up on Dr. Hamilton’s current projects, she is sitting in a conference room with her boss, the owner of the company, the owner’s assistant, and a lawyer in a three piece suit more expensive than Kara’s entire wardrobe. Checking her phone from this morning it was a message from Clark. He was informing her that his flight from Kansas City was delayed. 

She responds with a frowny face emoji, and a short message that her day was a mess. Lena covertly scans Kara’s phone from over her shoulder. The FBI agents who assumed command of the investigation decided to observe the quartet and interview each of them one by one. Lena’s assistant Jess is the first and the lawyer is right by her side. 

“This probably wasn’t what you expected on your first day.” States Lena as she sits down next to Kara. 

“No, but I’ve come to expect the unexpected since moving to National City.” Responds Kara swiftly pocketing her phone. 

“Boyfriend?” Asks Lena with a smile that suggests she’s fishing for information. 

“No, I don’t have one of those.” Responds Kara feeling entirely too at ease with the woman. “My, brother is coming to stay with me. Our folks are getting on in years, and everyone thought it would be better for him out here in National City than in rural Kansas.” 

“Oh.” Responds Lena her smile growing softer. “I didn’t expect that from you. Not that I know you well enough to expect much of anything beyond your work.”

“It’s okay, I’m mostly an open book.” Scoffs Kara side eyeing Amelia as she crosses her arms and looks away from the two. 

Her boss looks especially annoyed with all of this. In fact, if Kara didn’t know any better she would say Amelia looks downright upset. Then again if she was dead set on making medical miracles happen, and all of this interrupted, she might be frustrated too. Then again her eyes narrow whenever she looks at Lena specifically.

Looking back down at herself, Kara spots a singed hole in her suit jacket. Just barely hidden by her lapel, no one else has noticed it yet causing Kara to remove her jacket and fold it over her arm. Her sky blue blouse with its frilly material hides any additional holes much more easily. Her attention returns to Lena at her side. 

“How old is he?” She asks with a relaxed grin. “Your brother.”

“He just turned 14, but he’s probably smarter than all of the kids he’s about to go to school with.” Responds Kara hearing the approaching foot steps of Jess and the agents. 

“If he shares any traits with you, I’m sure he is.” Responds Lena with a faint twinkle in her eyes.

Jess is ushered back inside, and Kara is called out by name. She stands and walks confidently towards the waiting agent. Lena watches Kara leave and turns her attention to the chair she was just in. Sitting in the corner of the chair, she spots a glinting piece of metal. 

*****

Siting in the makeshift interrogation room, Kara has flashbacks to Monday night’s at the Kent farm. Sitting down after dinner and watching NCIS with Pa. She didn’t really understand Jonothan Kent’s interest in the police procedural, but the character interactions could be fun. And Danvers and Henshaw definitely have a DiNozo and Gibbs kind of vibe.

Agent Danvers doesn’t have the same kind of charm as DiNozo, but she was definitely the more friendly of the pair. She has more of a big sister kind of energy about her. Henshaw embodies the cold and stoic persona, and she’s sure he would make a great bad cop. The two ask all the big standard questions, and the lawyer only steps in when he needs to. 

 They beat around the idea that Kara might be behind the assassination attempt. The two are obviously fishing and trying to gauge her reactions. Unfortunately for them she is not as nervous as they want her to be. The pair are definitely hiding something, but Kara is not sure what it could be.

Do they know more about the would-be assassin? Do they know why Lena was targeted? Or perhaps they know about her? She keeps her cool and maintains her control, just like Ma helped her learn to do. 

After 42 minutes almost exactly, she is told she could leave. She is ushered back to the conference room, and Doctor Hamilton is requested next. Lena is immediately looking at Kara with a different air about her. She is still outwardly friendly, but her eyes are harder and more focused. 

It was the same kind of look Kara had when she was solving a puzzle. The CEO is now keeping her distance and observing everything that Kara does. Nervously Kara pours herself a glass of ice water and drinks the whole thing. Only after she was finished did it register that Jess was gone. 

“I sent her home for the day, with pay.” Responds Lena with a knowing smile. “You’re welcome to do the same, you wouldn’t want to miss your brother’s flight.”

“Uh, thank you mam.” Responds Kara now on edge.

“Please, call me Lena or Miss Luthor.” She responds though her voice has a slight edge to it. 

“Then please, call me Kara.” She responds standing and holding her hand out to Lena. 

The CEO hesitates momentarily, and her heart rate speeds up. Lena suspects something. Hopefully she only suspects that Kara is behind the assassination attempt. That one is at least easy enough to prove wrong. Lena herself applies much more force to her grip, and Kara instinctively matches the pressure. 

*****

Kara left work and made her way to her favorite comfort restaurant. Noonan’s makes the closest meatloaf to what Ma Kent makes, that she has ever tasted. She notices someone following her to the restaurant, and assumes it’s another fed. She sets about enjoying her lunch and leaves as much of a tip as she ever has. 

Instead of returning home and changing, she sets out for National City International Airport. The usual long and arduous wait is in store as Clark’s plane lands and sits for almost an hour. Clark practically looks like a sixteen year old already. His shaggy black hair and thick glasses were designed to help him to blend in. 

The hug they share is a long and warm one. Nothing like she would have ever shared with him back ‘home’. But then again almost everything is different on Earth than back on Krypton. The pair ride back to Kara’s apartment, well, their apartment in the back of a musky smelling taxi. 

Clark initially rolls his eyes at the idea of taking a taxi. He does, however, text a few times along the way. He’s not super impressed by her apartment, though that’s because he’s seen it before. He likes his new room, what with it last being cluttered with boxes, even if it’s a bit sparse now. 

With a burst of super speed, he unloads his suitcases. A flurry of flannel, jeans and T-shirts fly into his closet and drawers. He only packed enough clothes to last a couple weeks, as he didn’t want to overstuff his suitcase. He intended to quite literally run home to the Kent farm and gather anything else he needed over the weekend.

He and Pa had even built a fire-resistant chest for him to use just for the trip. Friction didn’t usually bother him and his clothes, but if he lugged anything else around at super speeds it could be disastrous. He even brought along a few photos and keepsakes, to make it really feel like home. Prominently he has two photos on display. 

The first from the beginning of summer is of Clark, Kara, Ma and Pa in front of the farmhouse. The second, from a few weeks later, is of Clark, and his best friends, Pete Ross and Lana Lang. The three of them were hanging out at the lake in between his and Lana’s houses. 

Clark steps out into the main floor after he hears the doorbell.

Kara had ordered a massive takeout dinner for the two. Pizza’s, potstickers, sliders, and dozens of appetizers. He shook his head with smiles as Kara scrunched up her face with a joyful smile. Clark couldn’t help but share the light hearted smile.

“Surprise!” Announces Kara as she sets up the spread. 

“You do still remember how to cook right?” Asks Clark with a smirk as he removes his glasses and glides over to join her. 

“Of course, but I wanted to celebrate you moving in.” Dismisses Kara with a forced shrug. “And after today I really wanted potstickers.”

“Good day or bad day?” Questions Clark with a raised eyebrow taking a seat upon a stool. 

“A bit of both.” Responds Kara thinking of the best way to gloss over what happened. “My new bosses both seem nice, but work was, interrupted.”

“Yeah, an assassination attempt can do that.” Retorts Clark with a knowing smirk. “News reported on it while I was waiting on the plane.”

Clark’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he instinctively answers it while shielding the screen from Kara’s sight. His soft chuckle and accelerated heartbeat are unmistakable to Kara’s ears. As soon as he’s finished with his response, he taps the power button and the screen goes black. He grabs three slices of meat lovers pizza and half of the fried cheese sticks. 

“So how’s Lana doing?” Asks Kara as she bites a potsticker in half.

“How did you… she’s fine. She misses me, but she’s looking forward to Smallville High.” Responds Clark trying desperately to hide his faint blush. 

“How do you feel about her being so far away?” Kara asks her smug grin warming into a genuine loving smile.

“It’s not like she’s actually, that, far away. It’s a five minute run or a two minute flight.” Responds Clark trying a little too hard to be cool. “But I miss her being able to visit me in the loft.” 

“You’ve got it bad Kal.” Teases Kara with a sparkle in her eyes. 

“It’s not like that, she’s my best friend. She was my only friend for so long.” Responds Clark continuing to blush.

“You two practically grew up together.” States Kara bluntly. “It’s like all those movies Ma loves to watch.”

“Shut up!” Defends Clark forcing anger to his face to hide his red cheeks. “It’s not like that, besides she likes Whitney Fordman.”

“She’s settling for Whitney. Wait, isn’t he the one whose dad owns the tractor supply store?” Asks Kara with a slice of pizza in hand. 

“Yeah, Pete’s been working there over the summer.” Responds Clark finishing off another plate of food.

“How is Pete, and I thought he was your best friend?” Asks Kara observing her brother as he responds. 

“I mean Pete’s cool and all, but I told Lana everything.” Clark silences himself after that admission. 

Kara catches his meaning, and she takes a few moments to respond. “You told her everything?”

“Yeah. She noticed me using my strength and trying to hide it.” Admits Clark with a half smile. “I told her everything, and eventually showed her our pods. To prove it all.”

“Our secret isn’t something we should share with anyone. It puts them in danger as much as us.” States Kara with a tone of authority and disappointment. 

“This is why I didn’t tell Pa.” Scoffs Clark all but inhaling a slice of pizza. “I mean you must have shared the secret with someone.”

“No. I’ve never told anyone.” Responds Kara with more than a little pain in her voice. 

She could tell Clark about Kenny. About how he found out her secrets, about how he died protecting those same secrets. Clark was too young to remember the boy, and that was for the best. Telling Clark would only hurt him, and she promised so long ago to protect him from harm. 

“Not even Bart?” Asks Clark getting her college friends name wrong on purpose.

“It’s Barry, and no I didn’t even tell him.” Responds Kara with a smile showing that she has no hard feelings. “

*****

Across National City, Lena Luthor is in her private lab. Long gone are the ineffective federal agents, and the equally ineffective police. She already reprogrammed the security system for the entire building, replacing all current security codes. Now she’s on to studying the spent round she recovered. It would be much easier if she had the deformed round recovered from the wall, but the police don’t need to know that she has a second round. The police still believe that the exploding alarm was struck by the second shot.

The agents were less than thrilled with her dismissal of the would-be assassin. The police couldn’t seem to care less. Lena knew that her resources would be able to find every bit of evidence leagues faster than the disinterested police, but she was limited in her ability to investigate. The first round was most likely destroyed after shattering the bullet resistant glass, and then hitting the reinforced lab wall. 

The recovered round is completely deformed. Having struck something that absorbed all of its kinetic energy and did not yield. It takes her a while before she recovers a couple of fibers from within the warped tip of the bullet. One dark blue and one sky blue, confirming Lena’s suspicion that Kara stopped the bullet. But that confirmation only raises questions. 

How did Kara Kent survive the gunshot? Does she have a hidden bulletproof vest? Does she have a personal forcefield device? Or is she what Lex’s notes call a Meta Human?

Lena lets out an involuntary yawn and decides she’s done enough for tonight. She seals her findings away on her private computer. She seals her lab behind her, and locks down her office. Frank is dutifully waiting for her with her black limo. The drive to her penthouse is as short as ever, and she refrains from drinking any of the scotch on the ride.

Entering her sparse penthouse she quickly double checks her personal security system, before stepping into her kitchen. She contemplates eating a quick salad before grabbing a bottle of her good scotch. She pours two fingers before looking at the blinking number on her answering machine. Taking a sip and then the bottle with her, she steps up to the machine. 

The first message is from her mother. “Lena, I heard there was an attempt on your life. You never should have gone off on your own. There is still time to accept your brother’s offer and rejoin the company...”

Lena has heard enough and erases the message. The second comes from Sam. “Lena, you need to call me. Why did I hear from your mother, that someone tried to kill you? Just call me, if for no reason other than for Ruby to hear from you.”

She swallows a gulp of her scotch and picks up the phone. “Hello Sam, I’m fine. Yes, I will talk to Ruby, But first you need to look into someone for me.”

So i was originally going to just wait until i was finished with part 1 of my story, but because so many seemed to like it hare's the next part while i hopefully finish the full chapter this weekend.

[thirstnotes]

| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Nine - No Strings Clark |

Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABBlackPlusSizedReader

Warnings: jealous Clark, Clark Kent in love, language, dirty thoughts, typos, more smut eventually, minors DNI, morally gray Clark, a little angst, thirst, mutual pining, fake dating

Ya'll, I've been both busy and unmotivated. I'm so sorry this update took so long. But I hope ya'll enjoy it all the same!

If you don't like it, don't read it.

That night was too satisfying to be real

You were deliciously sore from being in positions you hadn't been in for months

Farm boy had some moves

Sorry

Superman*

You woke to the smell of breakfast. Bacon and coffee specifically. Your tummy rumbled as you rose, running the details of last night through your mind over and over. It was a simple equation, but you just couldn't comprehend it:

Clark wanted you.

+

Clark was Superman.

=

Superman wanted you.

It lingered in your mind as you took a quick shower. What even was this? Had Clark been making a statement, or was he just horny after all the kissing, touching and pretending at class yesterday? You didn't know what to think.

Even if he did have feelings for Lois, what happened last night was clearly an explosion of shared tension between you. It was an explosion of something.

The heavy feeling of irony hit you as you walked quietly up the hall and caught sight of him standing at the stove. It felt so domestic and normal. Which was the last thing you thought a morning with Superman would be.

He didn't look up, but his lips twitched into his usual smirk as he plated the rest of the food.

It was quite the spread

French toast sticks, pancakes, bacon, eggs, donuts from your favorite bakery

It was like he was trying his best to put his best foot forward

It was kind of odd to see him so eager to please someone other than Lois

It almost made you want to forget how annoyed you were with him for not telling you his secret sooner

almost

But you weren't sweating it too much

After all, you understood why

It didn't stop you from being annoyed

But you understood

"I didn't know what you might want, so I made a few options," he said with a shrug, eyes flickering between you and the table.

So cute.

You bit back a laugh, not wanting to seem rude.

"It's...a lot. But it's fine," you half-joked, reaching for a piece of bacon. He watched your reaction quietly, pleased when you hummed in approval and took another bite.

"Sleep well?"

"You tell me," you shot back, rolling your eyes, though your small smirk betraying you. You couldn't stop smiling and you knew he noticed.

"I'd say you did, but I think that'd be bragging to some degree, wouldn't it?" he sassed, pouring some orange juice and adding it to the table.

You laughed as you sat down, a hint of hoarseness in the sound also betraying your reaction.

"Maybe a lil bit. Where'd a nice dude like you learn to use your mouth like that anyway?" you asked, feeling an ache between your thighs at the mention of his mouth.

"The truth? Eating peaches," he laughed saucily, taking a bite of a bagel.

You couldn't help but cackle at that. "Seriously?"

"Mmh. Very similar," he hummed, taking a sip of juice. He paused, as though remembering something important, and dug something from his pocket. Your phone--correction--your cracked phone, was vibrating as he handed it to you.

"Oh shit, I totally forgot," you gasped, inspecting the damage, "Thanks."

Last night was such a blur, you'd forgotten you'd even dropped it

He must have gotten it after you'd fallen asleep.

"Someone's called you three times, back to back," he said, his eyes rolling back to his breakfast, "Gonna assume it's your boyfriend."

You felt your heart leap a bit. It was unclear if it was guilt or excitement. Maybe it was the way he said it. "He's not my boyfriend."

His eyes met yours again. "Does he know that?"

You couldn't confirm to be honest, but you didn’t want him to know that. "I'm pretty sure he does. We never agreed to a relationship."

"I'm no expert, but I think tickets to Prague is a pretty solid step in that direction," he said, sipping water this time. You gawked at him with an astonished laugh.

"Okay, Mr. Man of Steel. First of all. No more using your powers to spy on me."

"Noted," he said, arms folded, smirk still solidly in place. It wasn't a confirmation that he wasn't going to, but at least he knew it annoyed you. He watched you patiently for the next item on the list and you scrounged your brain to find it.

"Second. Bruce is not my boyfriend." He rolled his eyes at that, but you continued anyway. "Even if I do go to Prague with him."

"Whatever helps you sleep," he laughed again with a skeptical snort that irked you.

“I- You know what? Why am I even explaining this to you?!”

“Beats me,” he shrugged, getting up and rounding the table. His eyes held yours as he did so, and he seemed a lot like a predator stalking his prey.

You kinda liked it.

He loomed over you, propping his hands on the back of your chair and the edge of the table, dipping in just low enough to hover just beyond your lips. “Maybe you’re getting defensive because you feel like you’re cheating.”

You looked like a goldfish, trying to find your will to argue. At the last minute, as he pulled back with his irritatingly sexy smirk, you’d found it.

“I just-It’s not cheating if I’m not dating anybody.”

He hummed at that, rounding your chair and walking over to the tv to switch it off. "You don't have to convince me. I agree. In fact, I personally feel like the further you are away from that guy, the better.”

You had to wonder why he hated Bruce so much, but you decided against asking, since you probably weren’t going to get a straight answer anyway

Besides, your mind was more preoccupied with how sinful he looked in a simple tee and sweats

“But,” he continued, sitting back across from you, taking another generous sip of water, “I support whatever you wanna do. It’s your life. Whatever you two do is your business.”

“I appreciate that,” you said, glad he wasn’t trying to tell you who you could allow in your life. Because Superman or not, he would’ve caught it. Still, the aesthetic of Clark being jealous made your body simmer with a little bit of excitement.

“That said, whatever happens between us is our business, right?”

He looked at you expectantly and you had an eerie sense of deja vu from when he'd asked you to be his fake girlfriend in the first place.

"I guess."

A chill ran up your spine and your mind raced with many curious thoughts that fought to stay inside.

A few of which had to do with whether he was trying to fuck you purely to annoy Bruce

Or if he legit felt something for you

Then again, what if it were both?

What if Bruce was making him jealous?

In the incredibly slim chance that he liked you beyond being a fuck buddy

It was stressful not knowing

"You have a question," he said, matter-of-factly, eyes lowering to his breakfast again. He ignored the startled look you gave him in favor of another bite of eggs.

"What makes you say that?"

"I just know."

That was an odd thing to hear

But it made sense considering who you were talking to

He was probably used to that kind of thing

But the fact that he knew you so intimately and said as much so nonchalantly, was kind of strange

But also kind of hot

"Okay...Fine. You're right. I do," you said, now suddenly conscious of the occasional thud in your chest. His pretty blue eyes met yours again curiously and you nearly melted. It was your turn to look back to your breakfast, which you didn't really feel like finishing.

"So is this Lois thing a lie...or did you just change your mind?"

His eyes drifted off to the side as if trying to carefully word it. "I love Lois, yeah. I probably always will," he said and you felt your heart drop a little, hopes a bit dashed.

It wasn't anything new from what you'd thought in the first place

Still, it still stung to hear him say it aloud

Even if you were sitting across from him in nothing but his t-shirt

He continued, but your phone rattling on the surface of the table startled you. Clark's eyes rolled to the side as you checked it.

"Oh."

"Bruce again?"

He gave you a look before you could even ask how he knew that and you were pretty certain that "he just knew".

"Yeah, I just. Finish your thought?" you shrugged, really wanting to hear him out. He paused, taking a deep breath.

"I just really like you," he said, the lingering pause between you making you wonder if there was something more he wanted to say. The way it made him sound like an awkward dork afraid of rejection made you tingle inside. You bit back a laugh and rolled your eyes.

Quite a bit more flustered than you let on

It wasn't LOVE

You didn't have a hold on him like Lois did

But he liked you

You had your answer

For now that was enough

Both of your priorities were clear now

He was comfortable with you like you were with him

"I like you too, Clark," you admitted genuinely. It was a relief to say it directly to him even if it was the understatement of the year.

"What did he want, anyway? Bruce, I mean?" he asked and you were finally back on track with your thoughts.

"He's gonna be in town a few days longer and wanted to know if I wanted to hang out today," was all you supplied. Though you wondered how much more he knew.

A small smirk played at his lips and he sipped his juice. "You wanna take off soon?"

He did say "soon"

It wasn't as if he were hurrying you off or anything

Which was good because you weren't in any hurry to leave

"Actually...I was thinking I could hang out with you today," you said, not really fully knowing yourself where you were going with this.

The implication didn't go over his head either. Even if this was a convenient arrangement for the both of you, that didn't mean you couldn't both enjoy it. His smile grew.

"What'd you have in mind?"

(Part 10) (Part 8)

[thedupshadove]

Lois + Clark roleswap AU (interpret this however you will)

Kala Jor-El lands in rural Colorado, only a scenic drive away from the U.S. Army base where General Sam Lane happens to be serving...

After bringing her back to their residence, Sam felt it was his duty to alert Washington to this clear extraterrestrial presence, and hand the baby--and the shuttle that brought her--over to Area 51 for further investigation. His wife Eleanor had to rather strenuously argue him out of it. What neither of them knew while having this discussion was that one of the abilities granted to Kryptonians by a yellow sun is near-perfect infant recall. After this initial reaction gave way to a childhood of overall better treatment, Lois does love her foster-father. She supposes. But she'll never entirely trust him.

It was also Eleanor who pulled a few favors from her own mysterious circle to have the remains of the shuttle moved to somewhere safe until Lois was old enough to claim it.

Having been raised in crowded environments full of brusque, no-nonsense people, Kala's mask didn't develop in the same way that Kal's did. She tends much more toward overt charisma and force of personality, because surely no one so in-your-face could be concealing anything about herself, right?

If anything, it's Superwoman who's the less assertive persona, since a woman known to be able to crack mountains with her bare hands has to carry herself carefully if she wants people to react with anything other than fear.

Given her renowned beauty and staggering list of accomplishments, it's unsurprising that Superwoman has received romantic overtures from some of the most rich, famous, and powerful men on the planet. But she doesn't want any of them. She wants Clark Kent, the sweetheart of a Kansas-born sci-fi nerd whose overall lack of physical prowess never seems to stop him from trying to talk down a mugger, or pull a child out of the remains of a building ruined by Brainiac.

"I'm not brave, Clark. Nobody with my inbuilt armor and arsenal can be called 'brave'. You've got nothing but your fragile human skin, and you still faced down a squad of Lexcorp goons in the name of letting people know what Luthor's 'charitable donations' were really going to. That's brave."

Clark's background is mostly the same, save for being Jonathan and Martha's biological child. Not needing to hide his powers or cultivate an easily-overlooked persona might make him a little less timid and stammery, but he's still a farm-boy in the big city for the first time, still ridiculously kind-hearted, and still an absolute dork. Also the glasses are real in this version.

Rather than chasing after Superwoman and ignoring Lois, I think the conflict here is that Clark is deeply smitten with both Superwoman and Lois, and his moral code won't allow him to be with either of them while he knows his heart would still be drawn to the other.

As a stepping-stone before telling the truth, Lois might suggest that they go the polyamory route. Clark is skeptical, but says he's willing to try it...as long as the three of them can meet to make sure everyone is on the same page. Whichever persona didn't make the suggestion has to feign unwillingness in order to keep the secret from crashing down too soon.

Lucy would take the role of the Imperiled Civilian more often, I think, now that her position relative to the hero has gone from "My girlfriend's sister and my best friend's girlfriend" to "My sister (and my best friend's girlfriend)". Clark, Jimmy, and Lucy probably get Damsoled about equally (Lucy knows the secret; the other two don't).

[idabbleincrazy]

Some corset clex:

Standing at the top of the steps, Lex had to stifle the gasp of surprise that filled his throat as he looked across the loft, sure that the moonlight streaking in through the open window was causing his eyes to play tricks on him. Surely, Clark Kent was not standing at the other end of the loft, in front of a full length mirror, shirtless. In leather pants. And holding a red and black corset to his chest.

Blinking, waiting - and dreading - for the image to disappear, he watched Clark wrap the leather corset around himself, muscles straining as he tried to tighten the stays. The image never vanished, and after a minute of watching the impossibly erotic struggle, Lex took pity, brushing aside all the why's and how's, and took a step further into the loft.

"Need some help?"

Clark yelped in shock, dropping the corset as he whirled around to face the unexpected intruder into his sacred space.

"Lex! Wha-what are you doing here?" His voice was caught somewhere between fear, fury, embarrassment, and indignation, fluctuating from squeaky to gravely and back again. Lex watched his foot out of the corner of his eye as it tried to kick the now offensive garment into the shadows of the room. "Why are you here?"

"Well, you haven't been answering my calls, texts, or emails, Clark, and I figured you probably wouldn't appreciate me giving the town gossips more fodder, so I decided to cancel the skywriting. If Mohammed won't go to the mountain…" Lex trailed off with a shrug, trying to keep his face blank of the arousal he felt coursing through him, thickening his cock. He nodded his head at the pile of fabric on the floor. "Your secret's safe, by the way."

There was enough light in the room to see the deep blush that darkened Clark's golden skin, the flush traveling enticingly from his cheeks to his neck, and down over his chest. Lex's eyes followed the rise of color, down over the expanse of exposed skin, gaze soon distracted by the reminder of the existence of leather pants, fabric stretched so tight across broad thighs they looked like they were painted on. His brain didn't know what to do with the fact that the groin area was bulging slightly out, and so simply refused to acknowledge it.

Apparently angered by his own reaction to Lex's soft comfort, Clark let out a snort of derision.

"Yeah, right. Safe. Where is it safe, Lex? In your private little stalker room?" Clark stepped forward, hands clenching into tight fists at his sides, and Lex couldn't help a shiver, of fear, of arousal, not when the evidence of all those surmised muscles were actually bared to his sight. "Gonna take a picture, Lex? Add it to your collection of me? Bet it would make a nice addition to that digital scrapbook you've got going. Or, wait, maybe you could take the corset with you, put it on display front and center, next to that bullet-mobile."

Lex pinched the bridge of his nose, his erection still not deflating despite the beginnings of a headache. This was exactly what he didn't want. He came here to make amends, not start the same argument all over again.

@leatafandom

[jessilynallendilla]

MY ADVENTURES WITHSUPERMAN REACTION

EPISODE 1: 

Why is child Clark wearing glasses? He has no identity to hide yet unlike in Birthright. Other than that Baby~ and the S! 

His alarm clock has a rooster on it 

He’s a bumbling, nervous klutz because of his powers not because he’s trying to hide them. Being an adorable nerdy dork is just a bonus

“I had to save a cat” The writers understood the assignment 

Clois meet cute 

Look at Babygirl trying to flirt 

Lady, you work with food, you shouldn’t put your shoes on the counter 

Clark is such a Babygirl~ eating three dozen donuts so often the bakers got him his own bib 

Little park Roomba 

Ok I’m still not onboard with the whole race swapping Jimmy and Perry but I will give them this they made Jimmy an oblivious conspiracy theorist (why does our alarm clock keep exploding) at least it’s a personality besides Superman fanboy and Perry’s personality is spot on 

 Every buyer or fencer disappeared, wonder why that is? 

Patty, I love you 

If you're trying to be inconspicuous don't have a convoy of garbage trucks run a bunch of red lights

So, Metropolis is an island in this earth 

Clark calls Lois out on using people and lying about it, and she admits she was wrong and grows as a person 

Is Clark infused with nanotech? 

Oooh oooh animation error his tie is in the rubble when Clark stumbles into frame he isn't wearing one but after Lois hugs him and apologizes it’s miraculously there 

So, there’s no police or media coverage for the giant mech fight destroying the docks? And Perry has no interest at all? 

EPISODE 2: 

So, the baby sized pod grew under the fields, is it using the natural minerals in the earth? I mean it's been there for decades and nothing grew there

“I don’t think that’s a language from earth, son.” It sounds like a bunch of romance languages put together so Esperanto?

I don’t blame baby Clark for being scared that shit would be terrifying to a child 

Flamebird, I understood that reference 

What eyewitnesses at the dock, no one else was there but you 

Jimmy trying to set up Clark and Lois together 

Jonathan feigns stomach problems to get out of dodge, so that’s where Clark gets it 

“It grew” so the spaceship is getting bigger, how big, will it take over the whole farm, the entire state of Kansas? 

“I need to find out who I am, Ma.” “I know who you are, you’re my son.”   oh my heart

Well, that’s different from a bunch of crystals 

Jor El’s reaction when Clark says he doesn’t know him 

Magical Girl nanotech transformation suit 

Ma Kent getting Clark pants so his dick won’t show 

Deathstroke is giving Lotor vibes not old bitch that gets his ass kicked by teenagers 

Where was Leslie hiding those shoulder pauldrons?  

Is Leslie fused with Krypton electricity nanites or something?

So, Leslie’s tech was also Kryptonian and that means those “military” mechs were also alien in origin and that spaceship battle and giant portal opening in the sky was pretty ominous, was that Clark’s wormhole or something more sinister? And does Clark just have a connection to all Kryptonian tech since he’s presumably infused with nanites? And does he still get his powers from the sun or is it the nanites, or do the nanites just enhance it?

Amazo billboard, is that just a reference or will the android show up later? 

Clark cleans up his mess because he’s a good boy 

So, it’s not going to be a Magical Girl transformation, he can change it like normal clothes 

Dammit Jimmy they were about to kiss

Cat Grant, a gossip columnist, stole the byline of the downtown anime fight, so the rivalry begins 

Les-Lie Willis

Oh, shit it’s Amanda Waller 

now to wait a week for Episode 3

[bluejaysandblackbats]

It Takes A Village

Fandom: YJ98, Flashfam, DC Comics

Summary: After witnessing Bart murder someone, his friends scramble to cover Bart's tracks and stumble upon an international scandal as a result.

(Minor background: Bart took a gap year, and Conner did two years of community college. This starts shortly after Bart's 19th birthday. So, Conner and Jenni are 20, Bart and Cissie are 19, Tim and Cassie are 18, I made Greta 17 for the sake of the fic, and Judy is 15. I decided to make Owen 22 and Thad 16 for plot reasons. Clark and Conner are brothers in this fic, and Clark is 12 years older for the sake of this fic, so he's 32.)

Chapters: 4/?

Characters: Bart Allen, Conner Kent, Judy Garrick, Jay Garrick, Joan Garrick, Cissie King-Jones, Cassie Sandsmark, Tim Drake, Greta Hayes, Jenni Ognats, Thad Thawne, Owen Mercer, Meloni Thawne, Clark Kent, Wally West, Linda Park, Courtney Whitmore, President Thawne

Relationship(s): KonBart, CissieCassie, WallyLinda

Additional Tags: Serial Killer AU, No Powers AU, Angst, Dark Comedy, Bart Allen Kills in This Fic, Minor Thad Thawne, Separated in Childhood, Some Smut in This

Chapter Four: Unburdened

Bart sat in the waiting room with Judy, bouncing his leg and checking his phone. It would’ve seemed like average nerves if he hadn’t locked and unlocked his phone six or seven times in under a minute. Bart insisted on driving Judy, so they’d have time to talk. When the time came, though, Bart had nothing to say. Judy touched his arm, worried that she’d pushed him past the limits of what he could handle by dragging him along. “If you don’t want to go in—.”

“I’m okay,” Bart lied. It was such a strange shift from the peace he had received the night before. The ire he’d suppressed clawed its way to the surface, bubbling over, boiling in his stomach, and sitting on his chest. It was much harder to hide. 

“Bart, you’re rocking back and forth,” Judy whispered. 

With a sharp inhale, he crossed his arms, tucking his hands into his armpits, shutting his eyes tight, trying to sift the anger and the fear he felt. It was like sifting cornstarch and flour through a sieve. There was nothing he could do to filter the two. Fear was anger and anger was fear and his heart... His heart beat so fast. 

“I’m fine… I have to—.” 

“Find a lie,” Bart thought, “Hurry up and lie.” 

“I have to pee… And I don’t want to leave you alone. That’s all,” Bart lied. 

“Oh… Well, you can go. We have ten minutes. Go down the hall and turn left. That’s where the boy’s bathroom is,” Judy replied. Bart smiled and nodded. 

“Are you sure? Are you okay? Text me if you need me,” Bart whispered urgently. Sometimes he wondered how people could take things he said at face value. Lying felt like a third language to him. It helped that he was sober and what he said was so mindless and embarrassing that it seemed real. He walked quickly to the bathroom to splash his face and come to his senses. His ears rang, and he shook his head. He ran the water over his fingers until it was near-scalding. Bart walked down the hall and took his place next to Judy. 

“I was just speaking with your girlfriend—.”

“Oh, no. She’s my sister,” Bart sweetly interrupted.

The older woman nodded. “Oh, I’m sorry. It must be your eyes. They’re so different from hers. You have a lovely sister. Just a doll,” the woman replied. 

“Thank you. I think so, too,” Bart beamed. 

“Ms. Garrick,” the therapist called. Bart looked up, but he didn’t stand. He examined the short woman, her hair hidden by an intricately tied scarf, and the bright colorful patterns of her clothes. Judy reached for Bart, grabbing his hand and tugging him along through the doors. When they stepped into the office, Bart shut his eyes, retreating further into himself than he’d ever gone. But this time, he didn’t lose time. He was fully aware of the scene and his reaction, but he couldn’t be bothered to step back into his body. He could see himself crying—. No, sniveling. Bart was sniveling. 

“ Bart, is my voice quiet or loud? ” the therapist asked. 

“ Quiet ,” Bart answered. He looked around the hospital room, shaking at the similarities between the playroom back home. Every room in Bart’s childhood home slash prison had three walls and a mirror, a one-way mirror. He didn’t know that because he had no reason to know. It was easy to get lost in the memory because it was more familiar to him than anything he’d experienced in the past seven years. Bart could almost smell the latex gloves. He could almost hear the screaming. The sirens. Flashing lights. Dark stairwell. Dank, damp. Grandma’s hand. It was the first time she ever touched his hand. Loud pops. 

A gentle reassurance in both English and Interlac. “ You’re safe now, Sweetheart, ” Iris whispered. Then the same words in English. He doesn’t understand. It took him years to understand. The more he understood, the worse he felt about it all. 

“Bart, what do you see?” the therapist asked. 

“I see—. I know I’m here with Jude. I just—. I keep thinking about home. Where I come from. Not—. I can’t be here—.”

“Bart. Bart, would you prefer that we go outside?” she questioned. 

“Yeah, I can’t—. I—.”

Judy took his hand, leading him out into the sun. “Bart, are you okay? What happened?” Judy whispered. Bart held his bangs out of his face. The sunlight helped him come out of the fog, waking up from a dreamlike state. 

“Sorry, I lost it for a second,” Bart answered. He took a shaky breath. “God, I don’t—. I’m sorry. I’m not this messed up all the—.”

“It’s okay… I’m worried about you,” Judy replied. Bart felt cornered. He had no choice. He had to tell her something true. The therapist introduced herself as Lucille but asked that Bart call her Lucy. They sat down, and Lucy asked if Bart felt comfortable talking about how he felt. 

Bart sighed. “I didn’t know I was a prisoner until I—. I grew up as a test subject, and I was told—. I was made to believe I was sicker than I was. I don’t think it’s fair of me to be upset because I had a lot of opportunities that other kids didn’t have, especially in my home country. I got special treatment, but I can’t help but feel like—. 

“I was twelve the first time my grandma hugged me. She wrapped her jacket around me, hiding my face, so I couldn’t see the violence all around me. I’d been in the facility most of my life. It was all I knew. I wanted to go back. I couldn’t understand why my grandma would take me out of a place where I had everything to take me to a place where I couldn’t even—. I love my grandma, and I understand it now, but I—. 

“I grew up looking at her with a layer of glass between us. I grew up seeing a sadness in her eyes that I thought everyone had. The hugs and our hands locked together… I had it for such a short time. Then, I was thrown into a world filled with people I didn’t know. People who expected me to understand their social cues and the nuance of human existence. I was used to getting everything I wanted at a moment’s notice. I was used to people answering my questions when I asked them. I was used to saying exactly what I thought. I learned that people prefer that you suppress your true nature. You have to be palatable. Easy to digest ,” Bart paused. He hadn’t looked up at either of them. He mumbled something in Interlac. 

“Is it safe to say you see the people here as physically free but emotionally repressed?” Lucy asked. 

“I know they are. People smile when they’re sad. They say things are fine when they’re angry. They sit through agonizing conversations to be polite. The niceties require so much emotional restraint. I understand how some of it makes sense. It’s better to be kind than to say something hurtful and true… But why should I lie to my detriment? Why do people ask you how you’re feeling if they don’t care? Do you care? Or do you want to calm me down to make yourself more comfortable with my presence?” Bart asked. 

“Bart,” Judy whispered.

“No, I understand. There’s a lot of nuance to communication. It’s difficult to determine someone’s intentions if you know that most people mask their true thoughts… But I will tell you, Bart, I do this because I care,” Lucy reassured him. Bart nodded. 

“I’m sorry… I—. I’m here for Judy. I’m not here to talk about my stuff,” Bart whispered. He wanted the attention off of himself. “I don’t want this to be about me.” 

“It is about you,” Judy replied. 

Bart squinted at her. Judy chewed her lip and looked away. “What do you mean by that?” Bart questioned. No answer. “Judy, did you trick me into coming here?” 

Judy nodded. “I didn’t think you’d come if I told you I was worried about you,” Judy replied, “Please don’t be mad.” 

“Judy, I came because I—. I’m not mad at you. I’m—. I’m overwhelmed. I don’t want to be the object of anyone’s attention anymore. I spent my whole life being observed, and I just—. I wanna be normal. Isn’t it enough that I care about you? As long as I have people I care about that want me around, I will be there. I’m not leaving you,” Bart replied to put the focus back on Judy. He tried to be as gentle as possible, masking the emotions that manifested physically from head to toe. His stomach hurt, and his limbs screamed for him to fidget or stand up. 

“Yeah, but what do you see me as? I’ve heard you tell some people you’re my cousin and then you tell other people I’m your sister,” Judy replied. 

“It’s all arbitrary, but you can be whatever means the most to you. It doesn’t make any difference to me because family is family to me. I love you like I love Jenni. I love you like I love Max. I love you like I love Grandma. I’d do anything for you. Why should it matter what I call you?” Bart asked. Something soft. Something true. 

“I don’t know… I guess I—. I’d like it if you saw me as your sister,” Judy stammered. Bart nodded. 

“Okay. That makes sense to me… And Judy… Thanks for asking me to stay when you came back home. I would’ve left if you wanted me to, but I—. I’m glad I didn’t have to,” Bart smiled. 

**

After Judy’s family therapy session, Bart took her out for bubble tea. “Wanna try mine?” Judy asked. Bart nodded. He switched cups with her. Judy took a sip of his drink. “I should’ve gotten this one.”

“You can have it. I like my drinks sweet like this one,” Bart replied. Judy looked at him, frowning as she sipped her drink. “What’s wrong?”

“You always say what I went through was worse, but I was gone for three years. You were a prisoner for twelve years,” Judy whispered. 

“Ten, but it wasn’t a prison… I mean, it was more of a wing of a building, like an observatory. A doctor’s office that was made up to look like a home. That’s not really—. I didn’t expect to react like that. I don’t know why that bothered me the way it did. You won’t tell Jay and Joan… Will you?” Bart asked. Judy shook her head. 

“Jenni told me that her mom and your dad were twins… And that Wally knew them.” Judy changed the subject, but it made things worse. 

“Mhm…” Bart took a sip of his drink. 

“Do you look like your dad?” Judy questioned. Bart shook his head. 

“I look like my mom. Thad looks like me but blonde like the president,” Bart replied. He never referred to his paternal grandfather as his grandfather. It was always the president or Him. “I have another brother.” 

“Really?” Judy asked. 

“Nice,” Bart thought to himself, “Maybe she’ll forget what we were talking about.”

“Mhm… I’m right in the middle. Owen has a different dad. We haven’t met, but I talked to him on the phone once. He hung out with Thad a few times. He said he might drive out to see me soon now that I’m moving to the East Coast,” Bart replied, “It’d be nice to get to know him a little better. It feels awkward texting a brother I’ve never met before.”

“Did he come here with his dad?” Judy asked. 

“No. Mom sent him with a woman from here. She adopted him… But she passed away a few years before I moved here. He’s been looking for family ever since,” Bart answered. 

“Do you think he’s worried you won’t like him?” Judy replied. 

“I’m more worried that he won’t like me. I always wonder what’ll happen when people meet me and get to know me. I remember when Jay and Joan got the call telling them that you were alive. I packed up and cleaned the room. I didn’t want you to know I was here… And then I got the call from Jay and Joan when they told me you wanted me to come to the hospital,” Bart whispered. 

“I’m glad you came. I didn’t expect you to sit there every day with me until I was discharged. I appreciate you describing the plot of every TV show you saw for the past three years. That was great,” Judy laughed. 

Bart grinned. “I was sure you were sick of me, but I was so nervous. I couldn’t stop talking,” Bart chuckled. 

“I thought it was interesting. I’ve never met anyone who could quote full seasons of a show before. It was nice to have a distraction,” Judy smiled, “I—. Will you tell Greta I said hi?” 

“Of course… I’m sure she misses you. How’s Courtney? Is she still helping you get ready for that placement exam?” Bart asked.

“Yeah, but it's the math portion. I just can’t get it,” Judy replied. 

“Well, you can call me anytime you like. I don’t mind helping you whenever I’m free,” Bart offered. “Um… Do you want something to eat before we go?” 

“No… I think I wanna have a piece of cake at home,” Judy answered, “And you probably want to get back before Conner leaves.” 

“He’ll understand if I spend a little more time with you. Are you sure you don’t wanna get a mini pizza? I’m paying,” Bart whispered. Judy hesitated before smiling and nodding. 

**

Bart fell asleep on the couch that night. Conner left before he returned, and he couldn’t sleep in his room. The weather took a turn that night. The wind picked up, thunder rumbled in the distance, and Jay came out of his room to check on Bart. “Hey, kiddo?” Jay whispered. Bart didn’t move. “Bart?” Nothing. 

Jay sighed and draped a blanket over Bart. He wouldn’t be asleep for long. Jay could hear Bart at night, wandering the house in a feeble attempt to tire himself out. Jay turned to walk away, and Bart stirred. “Jay, about last night… I don’t remember anything between talking to Jenni outside, and our conversation… Was I weird?” Bart mumbled. 

Jay sighed. “Scoot over, Bart,” Jay whispered. Bart obeyed. “Are you okay?” 

“I don’t know… Sometimes, I—. I think I scared Judy this morning. And I—. I wonder if there’s something I’m doing that I don’t know about. Do you have any idea what I did during that time?” Bart questioned. 

Jay rested his hand on the back of Bart’s head and nodded. “Jenni came in twenty minutes before you did. You came in alone, and Roy pulled you aside and said something to you. Then, Linda showed you something on her phone. You sat with Linda for a long time… A few people talked to me and asked if you weren’t feeling well. You weren’t strange. You were just—. There’s a distance there sometimes,” Jay answered. 

Bart ran a hand over his face. “I keep waiting for you to be mad at me. Why aren’t you?” Bart asked.

“Because you’re a kid… I don’t think you’re in danger. I just—. I want you to talk to me if it gets to that point. Joan’s convinced that I worry too much, but I can’t help it. I had to put it out there yesterday for my sake. I needed to see where your head was at,” Jay confessed. Thunder rumbled, and lightning struck in the distance. Then thirty seconds of silence between them. Boom. Crackle. Flash. 

“How do you know I’m okay?” Bart asked. 

“I can’t explain it. There’s still a light there. Still, a special something in your eye that lets me know you’re still there,” Jay answered, “Need some company out here?”

“Sure,” Bart whispered. Thunder. Brighter lightning. 

“The power might go out tonight… Do you want me to ask about what happened in therapy this morning?” Jay questioned. 

“I don’t know… It was a lot. I don’t know if I wanna do that again for a while,” Bart answered.

“But you would do it again… Wouldn’t you?” Jay smiled. “I hated it the first time… But it’s not that bad. Take your time with going back if you’ve gotta… And I’m sure you’ve got some friends in Happy Harbor who know a good therapist.”

“Do you think I need one?” Bart whispered. 

“I think we all need one,” Jay replied. 

**

Thunder shook the house, making the shutters knock. It woke Bart up, and he checked his phone. Six text messages. 

OWEN: any chance your awake???

TIM: Have you heard the new Creachur King podcast? It’s on the White Thang of Alabama. Thought you’d like it. I know you’ll be up any minute now. Let me know when you hear it. 

GRAMPS: proud of u!!! lmk when ur done settling in! grandma says hi too!

HELEN: Can’t wait to see you! Miss you! 

CASSIE: Wanna watch something Friday night??? You can pick, Cissie says she’ll watch whatever. Conner said no more sci-fi

CONNER: can’t stop thinking about you <333

Bart smiled, deciding to text Owen first. Thunder rumbled and the lights finally flickered on. 

BART: I’m awake. How’s it going? Have you talked to Mom?

OWEN: nope. hoping you would give her my number… see if she wants to talk to me

BART: She does. It’s hard to catch her when she’s awake… I think it’s noon for her right now

OWEN: can you text her first for me

BART: One condition… Drive up for the weekend. I’ll have my room together by then

OWEN: fine :/ text her and see if she wants to talk to me

BART: :) ok!

Bart cursed under his breath, frowning at the thought of texting her. He hoped the next time they spoke it’d be in person... So they could all be together. He would've done anything to have that.