#I will take any excuse to draw superbat

[spectremarvel]

u said batfam drawing suggestions,, something related to superbat mayhaps? if thats not ur thing then maybe draw a grumpy bruce

"You could come back to my place to show me how strong you really are, couldn't you Mr. Kent?"

"I could do, Mr. Wayne, I could."

[sunaddicted]

hey sun :) would you like to write a superbat fic where a knife, a marshmallow and a balloon animal figure in some way? (hope you feel better soon)

I hope you don't mind that I threw some Batfamily cuteness in there (I love writing the kids) and thank you so much for the well wishes ♡

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Clark never was too surprised about how odd afternoons in the Manor could get; he was used to Bruce's strange antics and the kids' eagerly throwing themselves after him, surveilled by Alfred's ever vigilant and long-suffering gaze - still, Clark hadn't expected to spend what he had hoped to be a date blowing up balloons and twisting them into animals for the Batclan to use them as target practice.

The coveted prize for those who managed not to burst the balloon when throwing a knife at it was a marshmallow.

Apparently, the point of the exercise was to learn and perfect precision throwing.

Apparently and even more bewildering, marshmallows were a luxury rare to come by in the Manor since Alfred had a strict "no trash food in the house" policy and he had no qualms about enforcing it with an iron fist - Clark didn't doubt for a minute that everyone was too scared to actually try and disobey the man: if there was something that he knew with absolute surety, it was that alfred could be scary.

As scary as the emptiness of the Phantom Zone.

"Why are you allowing them to cheat?"

Bruce didn't move when Clark leaned into his side; he wasn't too much of a fan of such blatant displays of affection but he had been learning to concede to them in the privacy of his home, where only his family and closest friends would be "Fighting in the streets of Gotham isn't textbook clean: allowing them to distract each other actually makes the exercise more useful and complete"

Sometimes - most of the times, really - Clark felt very stupid whenever Bruce opened his mouth and offered a flawless and rational explanation to any question asked him "That's smart"

"Efficient"

"Your favourite word after no" Clark teased lightly, nudging his lover with his elbow and grinned brightly when Bruce reacted with a dramatic eye roll "Who do you reckon will win the marshmallow? Damian?"

Bruce shook his head and, after a second, decided to use it as an excuse to lean it against Clark's shoulder; the other always was so warm, being in physical contact with him was like laying on the simmering sand of a tropical beach.

Relaxing.

Soothing.

"Why not Damian?" Clark asked - not only out of curiosity but for necessity too: it was good to know other superheroes' skills, to better work with them whenever a joint mission came up.

"His temper"

As surreptitiously as possible, Clark wound an arm around Bruce's waist, drawing him closer; he took more than just a bit of pleasure in the fact that Bruce was just a little shorter than him, enough to fit perfectly under his armpit "Easy to rile up"

"Exactly"

"Whose the marshmallow on, then?"

"Cassie"

Clark could see why. As he watched the practice session become more and more chaotic, wincing a little every time than too many sharp knives flew around the Cave, Clark drummed his fingers against Bruce's side; the idea that the other man might try to interpret the rhythm of his fingers as some kind of secret code was funny enough that it made him chuckle a little under his breath "You're going to give one to everyone, aren't you?"

Bruce snorted, reaching down to cover Clark's hand and still it - and if he didn't take it away but entwined their fingers instead... well, if anyone made a mention of it he would show them just how lethal he was at precision throwing "Of course, I don't actually want a mob of sugar-crazy teens well-versed in hand-to-hand combat and various weaponry to assault me"

"And do I get a marshmallow too?"

"It depends"

"On what?"

Bruce checked with a quick glance that his children were focused on their exercise before he leaned up and kissed the other man "On how well you please me after dinner"

Clark swallowed: he had never craved a marshmallow that badly in his life - nor the validation and praise that would come implied with it.

[nadohunter]

maiko-chanefp replied to your photo “I had an idea for a Wing!AU with Superbat where Bruce hasn’t been able...”

@nadohunter I NEED THIS PLEASE

I am all too happy to add more to this Wing!AU.

I plan to do more drawings in the future, but in the meantime a few thoughts I’ve had about it.

For starters I still want to keep their canon super identities for the most part. It’s honestly hard for me to write or think about de-powered AUs concerning Clark since him being an alien seems to influence so much of his character and add to the dynamic that both him and Bruce are two people who feel very separated from everyone else in their own way. So basically Clark can still do all of his “Superman” things, he just has actual wings instead of just floating around. His wings are golden in hue and reflect the sunlight - the most distinct part of them is that they are way more massive than most humans.

As a result, when Clark has to hide his identity he has to pull his wings in really close to his body, and may even pretend he can’t fly so the full expanse of his wings aren’t revealed. Even as a super powered being, clenching his wings like that is enormously uncomfortable, so sometimes as “Kal-El” He will simply casually fly around to stretch his wings (hence why in the drawing he has no glasses and the superman look to him, but he’s wearing more relaxed clothing)

Bruce was a very energetic boy, and learned to fly when he was 5, and practically wanted to fly everywhere - though as stated before after his parents death (and a gunshot to his left wing) he found himself unable to fly again despite all of his attempts and training. It’s an unsaid rule in this AU society that not being able to fly puts you lower on the social system. He’s constantly making excuses to the public or -later on has Dick pose as him from a distance since they have the same wing color. However despite being able to deal with the idea of hiding from public backlash - not being able to fly is a massive, massive chip on his shoulder, and something he’s always trying to compensate for.

I was playing around the idea of him having some sort of armor for his wings as batman? I’m not exactly sure how they would look or work yet, but I like the idea that instead of his cape he puts some sort of armor on his feathered wings to make them appear like bat-wings.

It’s a little harder for him to take part in the Justice League once its formed, he doesn’t want to not be taken seriously simply because he can’t fly on his own.

Those are some of my thoughts for my take on this AU so far, but if anyone else is sparked by this or has any other ideas or thoughts on it I’m always happy to hear it <3 And I’m so glad you like the idea so much! I’m happy to supply this AU idea with content lol