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aurumacadicus · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Hmmmm. I’m being my trash-self and kindly requesting some SuperIronBat 👀

Title: “Well, this is awkward.”

We can be our best trash-selves together <3 I haven't written much SuperBat interacted with the Avengers so I think I'll try that 🤔

Well, This is Awkward

Bruce and Clark had learned that if they dressed the same, Tony had trouble telling them apart.

He could figure out who they were if he watched them move. Clark moved delicately, trying to be as small and unobtrusive as possible. Part of that was that he didn't want to hurt anyone with his super strength, but the other part was that he was a fantastic undercover journalist when need be, so if he wanted to be unnoticed, he was. Bruce moved--how it suited him, really. When he was being Brucie, he swanned through the room the same way Tony was trained to, liquid movements and charming smiles. When he was in what Tony liked to refer to as "Batman Mode," he moved with all the blunt force of a brick, solid and dangerous. It kind of reminded Tony of the Winter Solider, almost, but both Bruce and Bucky had leveled him with flat, unimpressed stares when he said so.

So. Bruce and Clark had learned that if they dressed the same and stood in one place, Tony couldn't tell who was who until he was almost right on top of them, because Clark had a dominant foot he leaned most of his weight on and Bruce kept his weight planted evenly on both feet.

"I'm this close to going to Martha and Alfred because I feel like they're bullying me," Tony complained, stealing the skewer of olives from Lois's martini. "Or--could I sick you on them?"

"Unfortunately, Bruce isn't intimidated by me," Lois deadpanned. "And to my chagrin, Bruce has somehow found a way to wheedle Clark onto his side without much effort. I really think your best bet is to tell Martha and Alfred. Tony, you don't even like vermouth."

Tony sighed and set the skewer of olives back into her drink. "I just feel left out sometimes because I can't come see them as much as they can see each other."

Lois saw Clark's face fall across the ballroom before he turned to whisper to Bruce. Bruce's face did nothing in response, but his stance shifted ever so slightly. She turned back to Tony. "Personally, I think you should just cry the next time they do it to you. Bonus points if Martha and Alfred witness it because I know they would make Clark and Bruce suffer because you're an orphan with no one to look out for you."

"I can't cry on demand," Tony complained. "And it's not that big of a deal. I'm just being sensitive."

Bruce and Clark were making their ways over. Clark looked distressed. Bruce's jaw had clenched a smidge. Lois took a long sip of her martini, staring at them, before a familiar face came close and she turned toward him instead. "Captain Rogers."

"Ms. Lane," Steve said in surprise, coming to a stop. He had what looked like a vodka cranberry in each hand. One was deep red. The other was faintly pink. "I was just on my way to talk to Natasha."

Ah, that explained the faintly pink one. "Tony's sad," Lois said simply.

Steve jerked his head to frown at Tony in concern. "How could you possibly be sad? You were laughing ten minutes ago."

"What," Tony asked, bewildered, as he looked back and forth between them.

Natasha appeared a moment later, almost out of thin air. "What's going on? Why is Steve's face doing that unattractive thing where he gets concerned?"

"You think I'm unattractive when I get concerned?" Steve asked, but luckily he seemed more aghast than offended.

"Tony's sad," Lois said simply.

"Oh. Steve, go blow something up with him then," Natasha replied with a blase shrug, plucking the faintly pink vodka cranberry from him. "It'll save you from having to talk to that five star general again."

Steve wordlessly threw Tony over his shoulder, ignoring his squawk of offense, and hustled from the ballroom with nothing but a vague "Avengers business" to anyone who tried to stop them in concern.

"Oh no," Clark said, watching them go.

Bruce tried to wordlessly turn on his heel to return from where they'd come from, but suddenly Natasha was there, lips spread in a sickly sweet smile. "Tony was right," she said simply. "You do walk like the Winter Soldier on a mission."

"I think Ms. Hilton wants my attention," Bruce began, ignoring Clark's whimpered 'no don't leave me with them Bruce please I'm pretty sure Natasha can get Kryptonite.'

"I think Ms. Hilton will understand if I tell her what you've done," Natasha said, voice as sweet as ever.

"Lois," Clark began nervously.

"I'm telling Martha and Alfred," Lois told him.

"No," Clark wailed, and crumpled to the floor.

Bruce, Natasha, and Lois stared at him for a moment before Natasha carefully took Bruce's arm to lead him away to threaten somewhere else. It just felt weird kicking a man who would probably have his ass whooped by his mother in a few days while he was down. Bruce let her, unimpressed. He would take Alfred's lumps as he always did. He didn't know why Clark got so upset when pranks went wrong like this. It's not like it was worse than the time Tony had accidentally blown him out of the fucking mansion.

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somesortofitalianroast · 2 months ago

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I’m gonna hold you to that promise

Title: I’m gonna hold you to that promise Link: AO3 Series: Polyship Week 2024 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Justice League - All Media Types Participant: SomeSortofItalianRoast Square filled: -Polyship Week 24: Day 4: Promises -Tony Stark Bingo: R3: Meet Ugly (Card 8017) Archive warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Rating: Explicit Pairing: Clark Kent/Tony Stark/Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Tags: Identity Shenanigans, Identity Reveal, Open Relationships, Hook-Up Word Count: 1,837 Summary: “That would explain why I’ve caught a wireless communications device,” JARVIS said. “Given that it connects to a cell tower in Gotham, the owner is-”

“More than likely Batman,” Tony agreed. Something occurred to him. “Wait, which side of Gotham?”

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#my writing #SuperIronBat #polyship week 2024 #tony stark bingo round 8 #Clark Kent x Tony Stark x Bruce Wayne #Diana x Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne

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pwnyta · 7 years ago

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You know if it were to happen I really think that superironbat could work, because Tony can relate to them both of them. Also, think about all the fun scenarios that we could get from the three of them.

True true. Tonys a nice mix of purity and gloom. He fits nicely between them.

#0o-f-o0 #Shots fired..

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aurumacadicus · 3 years ago

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I’m depressed AF at the moment, so I humbly request a DC/MCU AU with Bruce/Clark/Tony. Por favor.

Depressed twins! ✋🏼 This is pre-getting-together but also still somehow very together.

There was someone else in Bruce's bed. Clark unfortunately learned this by leaning down and kissing the top of their head and then having a bearded face pop out from under the covers to blink up at him blearily, like a kitten whose eyes had just opened.

"You're not Bruce," Clark said, feeling like an idiot.

"No," the other man replied.

Clark raised his eyebrows at him, waiting for an explanation. Then he stared, absolutely aghast, as the man simply grunted at him and then slithered back under the covers, until only a tuft of hair was visible. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, then reached out to pull the blankets back.

"Let him sleep," Bruce said, coming out of the bathroom. "He just got in."

Clark was distracted for a moment by the fact that Bruce was in nothing but a towel, a droplet of water rolling down his chest. Then he jerked his gaze back up to Bruce's face. It was too late, though--Bruce was already smirking at him. Clark sighed, rolling his eyes. He motioned down at the lump under the blankets. "What's going on?"

"That's Tony Stark," Bruce said, turning to put on his nightclothes.

Clark stared at him, confused. "Why is Tony Stark in your bed?"

"He was trying to seduce me," Bruce deadpanned.

Clark spluttered, stunned. "Seduce you?!"

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "Do you think I'm not worth seducing?"

"You're bullying me. This is bullying," Clark said immediately.

Bruce shot him a somewhat mean smirk. "You're easy to bully." Then he sighed, rolling his eyes. "Tony and I went to school together for a while. We're friends."

"Who seduce each other," Clark said, in a way that was part question and part accusation.

"What's a blowjob between friends?" Bruce replied with a shrug. He crawled into the bed. "Anyway, I told him I'm in a committed relationship and he backed off. It's fine. He's respectful. Budge up, Tony. Clark likes to sleep on the window side."

Tony let out a miserable little wail as Bruce muscled him closer to the middle of the bed, but then he went silent again, snuffling into Bruce's chest with the smallest of mewls.

"Oh my god," Clark whispered, because he really was just like a kitten. Then he stood up straight, stunned. "You expect me to just get in bed with you and Tony?"

"Sleep on the couch if you're that bothered by it then," Bruce said, sternness dripping into his tone as he wrapped around Tony. "Tony got here first and he's sad, so we're cuddling."

Clark stared at them, speechless. Finally, he sagged, realizing this was just another one of those things about Bruce that he would never understand. "Is this something I have to get used to?"

"Tony was here before you and by god he'll be here after you. He'll outlive us all. I'm pretty sure he was a cockroach in another life. He's unkillable, even more than you," Bruce said, which was basically a yes.

"You could have just said yes," Clark mumbled, just to be contrary, and finally slipped into bed beside them. "Do I at least get a goodnight kiss?"

"Why? You gave mine to Tony," Bruce said. Before Clark had the time to glare at him, a hand came up and patted Bruce's entire face. Bruce sighed and grabbed Tony's wrist, pulling his hand away from his face. "Fine. Come get your goodnight kiss."

"Well, maybe Tony is good for something," Clark said, smiling, and leaned in to give Bruce a kiss.

Bruce stared at him after he pulled way, raising his eyebrows. "You call that a kiss?"

"It's what you're getting when there's a strange man between us," Clark deadpanned. He motioned at Tony. "He's stolen my little spoon."

"Spoons get stacked, Clark," Bruce told him flatly, then muscled Tony closer to him. "You can cuddle us both."

"Oh my god," Clark sighed, but wrapped his arms around both of them. "You know, every day you find a new way to just leave me absolutely astounded at how weird you are."

"It's part of my charm," Bruce said, shrugging. He made sure Tony was comfortable between them, then finally let out a long, slow sigh and relaxed into the pillows. "Goodnight, Clark."

"Good morning," Clark replied, because it was closer to the time most people got up than when they went to sleep.

"Goodbye," Tony muttered between them, and they both stared down at him, wondering if he was asleep. It was kind of scarier if he wasn't, they decided.

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