#Clark is oblivious

[thatrandomsarahchick]

There's a world wide event and Danny comes out of retirement to help protect his new home.

They think he's just a Meta with similar powers who is cosplaying his favourite character - everyone knows Danny's house is loaded with Phantom merch, and they go along with it to help protect his privacy.

The locals are like 'obviously that's our resident silly bean, Danny, but we're not going to out him. His ice dome protected the entire school campus for several hours, even while he was flying around and punching those creatures.'

Superman comes to check on his family a few hours later, and they all pretend they don't recognise Clark, like usual. They keep the 'ruse' up about Fanny being the real Phantom, and are pleased when Clark goes along with it.

Clark, however, is horrified. That right there is the real deal. His Kryptonian eyes can see more than human ones can, so he can tell exactly how Eldritch Danny really is. He can also hear the lack of heartbeat.

No dp x dc crossovers make use of the fact how insanely marketable Danny is. Like in the episode where freakshow exposed Danny to the whole world we got to see so much phantom merch and cosplay. So what if it's something like the whole world thinks that phantom is a character made for publicity and even a bunch of justice league members know about him/have his merch. And as we see in that episode imagine the sudden book of merch when the entire world realizes phantom is real.

I mean you aren't wrong-

With these design trademark and licenses, Danny has enough money to make as much equipment as his heart desires, an entire workshop of his own, and the funds to move to a comfortable apartment far away from Amity. What location that would be specifically? That's for you to figure out ;)

[insert-a-creative-name]

Clark: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Bruce: ...Have you never taken a shower before? Is this a Kryptonian thing? Hmm can I run some tests?

Clark: Bruce… I was trying to flirt

Bruce: Oh…

Bruce: I think your flirting skills could use some work

[numberonedukethomasapologist]

Bruce: Hey kids?

Fam: yeah?!

Bruce: Whats superbat?

*babs and dick immediately hoping in the elevator*

*Jason jumps out the window*

*Cass crawls under the couch*

*steph climbs on tims shoulders and pretends to be a coat hanging on the rack*

*Duke went invisible so quickly nobody is sure if he was there or not*

*Damian walked out the front door and is now rethinking life inside of a tree hole*

Bruce: wha-

Clark: IS IT TIME?!?

Bruce: what??

Clark: oh.. *slowly flies backwards out the window he crashed through*

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

What's Normal Anyway? (DpxDc Prompt)

For one reason or another, Lance Thunder transfers out of Amity Park. It's not Chicago, but Metropolis isn't so bad! It's a lot less chaotic with no daily ghost attacks, and the pay is so much better. He's settling into his new job pretty well if he does say so himself.

His coworkers and local news reporter Clark Kent would like to disagree.

Or Lance Thunder has a lot of habits he's picked up from his time in Amity. Just little things like refusing to allow cardboard boxes into the newsroom, opening the shared fridge with an improvised shield and weapon as if something might jump out, and frequently scanning his coworkers for ecto radiation.

He's... unique. Some of the stuff he says is either confusing or concerning or both, but he's also completely unfazed by whatever big bad is attacking and crazy enough to run to the scene to the report it live.

[superbat-love]

Bruce: You don’t look very happy that we found more Kryptonian survivors.

Clark: I am happy! It’s just…

Bruce: It’s just..?

Clark: Must they really hang around you so much?

Bruce: Hmm, do you think they’re spies?

Clark: Well no…

Bruce: They are behaving rather oddly though. Even though I told them off, warned them to stay off my property and threatened them with kryptonite, they just wouldn’t leave me alone.

Clark moodily kicks at a stray pebble. Bruce silently watches it launch into the sky and probably burn up in the Earth’s atmosphere.

Clark: Tsk. Yeah, well…

Bruce: Based on my research and observations, I conclude that Kryptonians must be…

Clark: In lov-

Bruce: …masochists

[inkrats]

Superbat with Superman thinking Bruce and Dick are an item while actively pining after Bruce (he (over) heard Bruce call Dick his “partner and other half” and fell to his knees in agony at the Planet) my beloved

[violent138]

Batman keeping a special eye out for idiot reporter Clark Kent, because every time that stupid hayseed from Metropolis is in Gotham he manages to stumble into statistically impossible levels of danger for the time he's there.

[threefandomsinatrenchcoat]

Bruce has a crush on Clark and tries to give him hints as Brucie. Because of course he can't just go and tell Clark how he feels, he's allergic to duscussing his feelings.

Clark, of course, thinks it's just part of the Brucie façade, which makes it hurt because it gives him a taste of what he still thinks he can't have. (If you want to be extra angsty, you could also go with him thinking Bruce knows about his feelings and is taunting him on purpose.)

So Clark tries to avoid and deflect all of Brucie's advances, leaving Bruce to think that Clark is uninterested and in fact uncomfortable with the very idea of being with him.

At the edge of the ballroom, Lois and Alfred are sharing long-suffering looks.

[benclarkoffical]

ben, genuine question, do you like taylor?? as in like like if ykwim. and no, i was totally not sent by @tylerhernandezofficial :D

The ‘totally not’ doesn’t make me believe it’s not you Tyler-

Tay’s really cool of course I like my friends 🥰

[108garys]

Match box

@kassiekolchek22 @delurkr @tatjana-fantasy @blubary @unhingedlesbear @qusok @taylorshope Continuing the trend of doing LHtober prompts as warm up sketches

Day 2, here's the sole survivor Megan au and the moment her pyromania was solidified under the Reverend's roof, the initial fire was an accident but right here she begins to consider burning Carson's house down(drew fire in the window to frame her in flames to emphasise her growing need to set that man on fire)

[spectres-fulcrum]

WIP Sunday(???? I'm declaring it's a thing because I want to share this WIP)

So this is part of a 5+1 thing(Bonus points if you can guess the punch line of the 5 times thing. Hint: Buck forgets something) but it also was really fun to write(Although I felt horrible for Buck) so I'm going to share it on Tumblr. (And the best of S1 Buck shows in Part 2)

The gist of it is: Buck and Abby go out with a group of her friends, who will go on and tell Tommy she's dating a himbo, but for now is more concerned that Abby's new boytoy is from the same station Tommy just transferred away from(Because seriously, how does that look to all their friends? Like the retcon is SO delicious from an Abby standpoint). Also some Carla because the show needs more Carla.

And some Getaway Car by Taylor Swift/Summer of 2016 Tom Hiddleston references.

“So what firehouse do you work for? I’m out at the 176,” Nate said and Abby winced. “The 118,” Buck said and the air at the table changed instantly. Linda looked at Nate. “The 118. Abby-” “Don’t you dare, Mariss,” Abby said. “What about the 118?” Buck asked. “Nothing. It’s-nothing. Just had a few rough calls with them these guys know about. I think their A-shift has gotten a big overhaul recently though,” Nate said. “You could say that again,” Danny whispered and took a swig of his beer. 

1. Abby’s friends

Buck was nervous at he waited for the door to open, holding a bouquet of flowers. What if they didn’t like him? What if-The door opened and Abby smiled and he smiled.

It didn’t matter if her friends didn’t like him, she liked him. 

“Hey you,” She said fondly and glanced at the flowers.

“Hello. These are for you. You look beautiful,” He added. She was in a dark red dress, her hair done up in some sort of fancy bun. She took the flowers and set them on the table next to the door and tugged on the lapels of his jacket to pull him in for a lingering kiss. 

“You look hot,” She whispered, “Kinda just wanna check into the hotel and skip dinner.” He chuckled.

“Me too,” He said, “But I want your friends to like me.” 

“Yeah,” She said and made a face. 

“Hello Buck,” Carla said from behind Abby and they laughed and disentangled themselves.

“Hey Carla,” He said with a smile and Abby picked the flowers back up and went to find a vase.

“Just a triple check. You are fine watching her overnight, right?” Abby asked.

“Yes. You two go out with your friends, show your new guy off, then go to your hotel room. Have a romantic, sexy night. We’ll be fine. Howard’s busy tonight so no loss,” Carla said. 

“I love you, thank you,” Abby said, and hugged her when the flowers were settled. They said good-night to Patricia and Buck grabbed her overnight bag and they were off. He held her hand as they went down to her car, and gave her a long kiss over the console.

“Alone. I have you for the next sixteen hours and I only share you for maybe two or three of them,” He murmured.

“How much sleep do you expect to get?” She asked.

“Depends on how many times I can get you to cum. We definitely need to be up in time for some morning sex,” Buck said. She groaned happily. “Maybe we can start now?”

“Okay, driving now before I decide to go straight to the hotel,” She said and he threw his head back laughing. They talked their jobs as they drove to the restaurant where they were meeting her friends, some of whom were already seated.

“Abby!” A woman around Abby’s age stood to greet Abby with a hug, bypassing the hostess. Abby hugged her tightly, and by the time they parted, another woman was ready to hug her. Then the three looked back at Buck and started whispering and then they all giggled, Abby blushing. Buck stepped forward.

“It’s not like that!” Abby was whispering. 

“Hi, I’m Buck,” He said with a smile.

“Buck, this is my best friend Allison, and another close friend Marissa. Allison is the only friend I saw before Carla forced me to start seeing friends again,” Abby said. 

“Hey, it’s so good to meet you both,” Buck said and Marissa gave an odd smile. 

“A pleasure,” She said.

“This is Allison’s husband, Jeff, and Marrisa’s husband, Ben, and Danny, another friend,” Abby said, introducing the three men at the table. 

“Hey man,” Danny said.

“Good to finally meet you. Thank you for making Abby live again,” Jeff said, a look in his eyes.

“Ditto what Jeff said,” Ben said.

“Guys, I was fine,” Abby said. She started towards the seat next to Allison’s and Buck went to pull the chair out. Abby giggled.

“Thanks,” She said and sat down. He kissed her temple and then went to sit next to her, next to Danny, who ran through the dynamics. Abby and Allison had worked together at Dispatch over a decade ago. Allison and Marissa had met via Jeff and Ben, Allison brought Abby into their group. Danny was a friend from Abby’s ex-fiancé’s(The majority of them saw Tommy more than Abby these days), as was the last couple to arrive, Linda and Nate.

It was odd, to Buck, that the breakup was so devastating, but the friends were still so entwined, but Abby still greeted Linda and Nate with a warm hug.

“You good?” He asked quietly as she sat back down.

“Of course,” She said and looked at him. “Buck. Linda was going to be one of my bridesmaids over girls I knew in college. I love them. Just because I lost Tommy doesn’t mean we had to lose our friends.”

“Okay. Just seems odd to me,” He said.

“We’re happy,” She said, but let him kiss her cheek before turning to Linda. “How are the kiddos?”

“Growing. Your ex-fiancé convinced me it was safe to let him take the twins up in a helicopter,” Linda said.

“Shut up. Helicopters aren’t safe for two-year-olds,” Abby said and the table roared with laughter. Buck didn’t know what was so funny about that. Were helicopters safe for toddlers?

“They are, actually, but you know good and well they’re eight now,” Linda said.

Oh. They must’ve been toddlers when Tommy first introduced Abby to the family.

“Liar,” Abby said. 

“They’re good. God, they are so good. We gotta work out a time for Aunt Abby and the twins now that your mom has a reliable caretaker,” Nate said. Buck sat with an arm around the back of Abby’s chair as they discussed kids and friends and jobs and put in dinner orders and got wine. Buck barely understood any of the quick back and forth of a group that had clearly been together… at least six years. 

“So what about you, Buck?” Ben asked. “How’d you meet Abby?”

“On a call,” Buck said.

“On a call? Abbs,” Allison sounded worried.

“Nothing for Mom. I was working Dispatch,” Abby said quickly.

“She was amazing. I’m a firefighter and she was on the phone with this little girl home alone who had intruders in the house. The girl had just moved and didn’t know her new address, so I was searching for the house, and she managed to figure out how to get me to the correct house. We ended up saving the little girl. Abby on the phone, me on the ground,” Buck said and looked at Abby and smiled remembering the magic of that first call. “We made a pretty great team if I do say so myself.”

“We did,” Abby said, “Although I wasn’t as amazing as he makes it sound. He was on the ground. Had he missed the bike outside the house, she would’ve been in bad shape.” 

“And if you hadn’t asked for anything she knew to describe the house, we would’ve been entirely lost,” Buck said.

“So what firehouse do you work for? I’m out at the 176,” Nate said and Abby winced.

“The 118,” Buck said and the air at the table changed instantly. Linda looked at Nate.

“The 118. Abby-”

“Don’t you dare, Mariss,” Abby said.

“What about the 118?” Buck asked.

“Nothing. It’s-nothing. Just had a few rough calls with them these guys know about. I think their A-shift has gotten a big overhaul recently though,” Nate said.

“You could say that again,” Danny whispered and took a swig of his beer. 

They were lying. Buck could tell. But why were they all panicking that Abby was dating a guy from the 118?

“Our captain has only been there for a year and some change and they’ve lost two members of their core firefighting squad so I would say so. Nash wants to get another probie as soon as I’m off my probie year,” Buck said. 

“So we exchanged numbers after that call,” Abby said loudly, “We talked for a few weeks, just over the phone. Getting to know each other. It’s been so sweet and romantic.” “It’s what she deserves,” Buck said. 

“I heard you guys went out for Valentine’s Day? How did that go? Allison never told me,” Jeff said.

“Oh god. It ended in the ER,” Buck said and Abby laughed.

“He was so nervous he choked on bread and I did a emergency field tracheostomy,” Abby said. Ben pulled the bread basket closer to him.

“My bread,” He said.

“Probably the safest bet,” Buck said. Dinner continued and after he finished his meal, he excused himself to the bathroom, and as he was leaving, he heard Marissa and Allison talking.

“-fucking stupid? She claims she’s moving on and she goes and does this?” Allison was saying.

“It’s not moving on, Ally. This is her finally rebounding. We told her to do this a year ago,” Marissa said. “It’s not going to last.”

“Obviously. He’s so not her type,” Allison said. Buck wanted to walk to the other side of the men’s room.

“He’s like some puppy dog with the way he looks at her! It’s puppy love! And that choking story. So not cute,” Marissa said. 

“Almost as bad as that downed power line story where he wanted to ride that pool floatie out to that little girl. Tommy would never be that... idiotic. Especially with a child around. I’m worried though. She’s recreating Tommy,” Allison said.

“She needs to feel anything, so she’s willing to use this young boytoy for his dick. He’s buff enough that she can probably pretend he’s Tommy from their dating days when he fucks her with the lights off. They were slow and old-fashioned too. She’s literally dating her Tom Hiddleston,” Marissa said. Allison laughed.

Wasn’t Tom Hiddleston some actor? 

“He has I <3 AC written all over his face. No tank top needed,” She said. Marissa giggled.

“Makes me almost feel bad for that boy but if he can’t see it than that’s his fault,” Marissa said.

“It’s literally Abby embodying Getaway Car’s “The circus ain’t a love story” and she’s not stupid enough not to know that. He’s a rebound and she knows it,” Allison said. 

“If they’re a thing come Memorial Day we’ll stage an intervention. Tell her what she’s doing and that she has to end it,” Marissa said. 

“What if it does last? Abby Kinard sounded so much better than Abby Buckley. With her mom dying, she might do something crazy like pull out the white dress she claims she canceled the order for,” Allison said.

Abby Kinard. That could’ve been her name. Abby Kinard, married to Tommy Kinard. A... helicopter pilot? Buck hated the sound of Abby Kinard. 

“She kept the dress? Abbs…” Marissa sounded sad then.

“I think she wanted to believe he was coming back. But also, dress shopping was one of her last best memories of her mom before things got rough. Canceling the dress probably felt like giving up on Tommy and her mother,” Allison said and Buck ached for that Abby.

“She’s allowed this for now. God, she is such a good daughter and just needs something that’s hers. But,” Marissa said loudly, “If she ever does something crazy like get married, then we convince Tommy to show up at the wedding and say his vows. They loved each other once. Ally, they were so good together. They can fix it. I can’t figure out why he left.”

“Danny’s the only one who knows and he’s not saying a word. But I think that’s why she chose a boytoy from the 118. Maybe this 23-year-old will give her a reason to project onto Tommy and she’ll finally be able to move on,” Allison said.

So the 118 was special. But why? 

“Come on. Before Abby catches us while she’s in her lying to herself that this is real stage,” Marissa said. Buck heard footsteps retreating from outside the door. 

His thoughts raced. Were they right? Was he a rebound? Was Abby trying to recreate her relationship with Tommy? Did she think about him when she was whimpering under him? 

Or were they wrong? Was this real?

Or was it somewhere in between? Did it matter? He made his way back to the table and Abby smiled at him and leaned in for a kiss.

“You were gone a long time. The girls left to use the bathroom-aka have a gossip gab session without me- and even came back before you did. You okay?” Abby asked. Marissa caught his eye. She knew. Had she known all along?

“I’m fine,” Buck said.

“I was thinking we skip after dinner dessert and wine and go check in to the hotel,” Abby said softly, “Want to get this dress on the floor.”

It didn’t matter. Abby was still Abby Clark, not a single ring on her fingers.

“Sounds perfect. Let me wave down the waiter, get our check,” Buck said. Everyone was politely amused that they left early and when Buck turned back at the door, they were all laughing.

“That went well,” Abby said.

It was the complete opposite. Her friends were mature, had jobs and kids, was used to Abby having a mature adult partner they all knew and loved. For some reasons, reasons Buck didn’t know well enough to agree or disagree with, they thought she was recreating her ex with him.

“I don’t care how it went as long as I still have you at the end of it,” He said.

“You do,” Abby said with a smile. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“Then you, me, a hotel room for twelve hours. It’s time to let your hair down,” He said and reached for the clip in her hair. She made a face.

“Hey! I spent time on that bun!” She said, laughing.

“And it was gorgeous, but you look better with it free,” Buck said and let his hand wander down to unzip her dress an inch. Her breath hitched.

“Evan Buckley, get me into the car so we can get to that hotel now,” She said.

As long as she smiled and laughed at him, nothing else mattered.

(Forgive me Buck(And Tom Hiddleston, I LOVED Hiddleswift back in the day but this was too easy) but this was so much fun to write)

[all-i-do-is-live-in-daydreams]

I absolutely adore clark omg. so excited at the prospect of working with his crush (*ahem* the love of his life), lois, that he completely blanks over her trying (very obviously and persistently) to get clark and superman in the same room together.

[rathayibacter]

i really love how dc realized theyd made their two most prominent male leads physically fucking indistinguishable out of costume, and they just leaned into it by having them swap outfits a bunch

[martyrbat]

superman: lois lane

it always feels so weird whenever he makes a sex joke... hes midwestern, he should be talking about cheese wheels and saying ope instead...

[kg-clark-inthedark]

My dad drives uber and just called me and said “guess who’s in my car right now” and it was my 5th grade crush and he put them on the phone. bro what the fuck

[aaliyahtheawkward]

Correction, it would be funnier if Tim is the one who tells him about how Nightwing beat Joker to death, and Bruce resuscitated him.

His manipulative ass frames it in such a way that Jason's delulu mind starts connecting impossible dots, and suddenly, Superman is blamed for that as well, while Dick, Tim, and Bruce are somehow forgiven for all previously perceived wrongdoings.

You see, Tim has been bidding his time and side-eyeing Clark ever since Superboy joined his team and imprinted on him like a sad, rejected baby duckling. So when he sees his predecessor waging an impossible war against Superman and winning, he's like: "My time has come."

I really don't like any version of "Jason learns one tiny fact about how people reacted to his death and immediately is crushed by how unfair he was being and forgives everyone!!!"

However there is one version of this I would allow due to it being very funny, not a complete waste of his character potential, and close to providing real evidence of something that would let him give Bruce a pass:

Superman realizes who the Red Hood is and why he's gunning for Batman and decides to try to straighten things out before the end of Under the Red Hood. He flies over to him and explains that he was the one stopping Bruce from killing the Joker. This gets understood as Supes being the reason Batman still can't kill him. Then Jason immediately pivots his entire life to becoming a Superman villain.

Bruce gets a phonecall: "Hi Dad, I forgive you, and I'm gonna need that 100 pounds of kryptonite back right fucking now."