#SuperbatWeek2024

[superbat-love]

Bruce Wayne found himself in the midst of a hostage situation at a charity gala, calmly biding his time to slip out of the zip ties on his wrists. However, when he noticed a fidgety Daily Planet reporter beside him, he discreetly pushed the man behind him, ensuring that he would be the one chosen as bait for the Joker's scheme instead. Without drawing attention, Bruce pressed the emergency button on his watch, waiting for the right moment to act.

In a bid to lure Batman out, the Joker opted to throw Bruce off the roof. As he plummeted, Bruce was caught mid-air—just as planned—but not by the Batman that he expected.

As bullets whizzed by them, Bruce realized something was off. The man holding him was larger than Dick, the grappling gun he used wasn’t standard-issue, and the Bat costume—riddled with bullet holes—looked like something someone might cobble together for Halloween.

The Batman impostor carefully set him down on the rooftop of Wayne Enterprises. “You’re safe now, Mr. Wayne,” he said in a voice uncannily similar to the modulated one Batman used.

Bruce, momentarily forgetting to maintain his usual oblivious act, stared in disbelief.

The fake Batman shifted awkwardly, fidgeting with his cape. “Uh… if we ever meet again, could you maybe pretend we never met, and that this never happened?”

Livid didn’t even begin to describe how Bruce felt. He was seconds away from scolding this random civilian for impersonating Batman and putting himself in danger, but instead, he managed a dry, “Sure thing, Batman.”

Bruce grimaced as the wannabe Batman flashed a grin, gave a friendly wave, and leapt off the building. He soared towards the horizon, only to suddenly remember he needed to use the grappling gun. He fired it haphazardly in a random direction, fumbling to correct his flight path.

“B, are you there? I just saw you being carried away by another Batman! Are you okay?” Dick’s voice crackled through the comms.

“I’m fine, Nightwing. What’s the situation on your end?”

“I’ve dealt with the Joker. But… who was that guy?”

“A meta who completely disregarded my ‘No Superheroes’ rule in Gotham. I’m going to find out who he is.”

As Bruce scanned the rooftop, something caught his eye. He stooped down and picked up a tie—one with a pattern he distinctly recognized from earlier that evening.

“Never mind,” he muttered, a hint of irritation in his voice. “I know exactly who this guy is.”

[homokommari]

so this is continuing from the day 1 comic

thats the moment alfred knew

[flipdebeeer]

superbatweek day 5 - we are family + tired dads

the shirts are these gems unbreakabledawn sent into the server months ago <3 <3 <3

[frownyalfred]

broke: I didn’t write anything for superbat week

woke: I took a break from writing this week but I’m excited to read the other fics people are posting

bespoke: I hit 69 superbat works on my ao3 and I want to keep saying “nice” to myself for a little bit longer

[superbatweek2024]

#SuperBatWeek2024 Prompts Reveal

It's here! the #SuperbatWeek2024 prompts have finally arrived!!!

The creating period starts now! You have until now to the week of September 9th to work on your submissions.

Remember, be creative! Any medium, from fanfics, fanart, edits, podfics, etc. are welcome!

Aditionally, we have a surprise for you: Each day will have a theme, which can also be used as an umbrella day for all the works you want to include that fit under said theme.

For example, if you want to write a fic where Bats and Supes form a band, you can publish it on Day 6: It's An AU Kind Of Day or you can post it on Day 7: Free Day.

You are welcome to pick from our rich menu of prompts under the cut, enjoy!

Day 1: IDENTITY SHENANIGANS

Costume swap | Identity reveal | First meeting

Day 2: ORDEALS ON THE ROAD

Traveling together | On vacation | Acommodation mishaps

Day 3: XENOBIO EXTRAVAGANZA

A/B/O | Alien biology | Kryptonian diet

Day 4: THIS IS A LOVE STORY/THIS IS A DETECTIVE STORY

On a case | Undercover | Damsel in distress

Day 5: WE ARE FAMILY

Meeting the in-laws | Parent trap | Tired dads

Day 6: IT'S AN AU KIND OF DAY

18th century | Firefighter Clark & Doctor Bruce | Universe swap

Day 7: FREE DAY!!!

Superbat? | Superbat! | Superbat

If you have any questions, send us an ask!

[ichneumonidz]

dramatic out of context identity reveal for the superbat week 2024 challenge :D

[mostly-frayed-edges]

Fashionably one day late doodle comic for day 1 of superbatweek2004, first meeting

[shroudedmoon]

Kinda tame today but I procrastinated a lot lmao

Day 3: Alien Biology

I love love love the headcanon that kryptonians purr.. also did I mention I'm weak for pointy teef and ears..

[mlim8]

An Imaginary Friend - Part Seven

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN |

"When I was 6 years old, I had an imaginary friend..."

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN |

Putting this as part of @superbatweek2024 - Day 6: Universe Swap!

[theerurishipper]

Superbat Week Day 3: Alien Biology

For @superbatweek2024

“I’ve been meaning to ask, how exactly is it that you fly?”

Clark looks at Bruce, eyebrow raised quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Bruce starts, gesturing at Clark’s form as the man in question happily eats Chocos out of the box, “how exactly does it work? J’onn, for instance, levitates with the help of his telekinetic abilities. It would be useful to understand how it works for you.”

Clark then gives him a huge grin, eyes twinkling with either amusement or the option Bruce hates most: mischief. “It’s because I actually have invisible wings!”

“Clark.”

“No, it’s true,” Clark insists, eyes wide. “Kryptonian biology is very different from most species, you know.”

“Clark.”

“Fine, fine,” Clark huffs. “It’s no fun trying to pull the wool over your eyes, you know? You could throw me a bone every now and then.”

“Of course,” Bruce admits. “But where’s the fun in that?”

Clark throws his Chocos at him, grinning.

--

“Hey, Spooky!”

Bruce turns begrudgingly at the grating sound of Hal Jordan’s voice. He supresses the part of him that is curious. After all, Hal usually— and thankfully— avoids him for the most part. It gives Bruce a lot more peace in his day, but also has the unintended and unwelcome side effect of making him interested whenever the man swallows his pride to approach him.

“Did you know about this? Did you know and just decide to keep this from everyone?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Hal rolls his eyes. “I’m talking about Supes, man.” He looks around the empty corridor, and leans in closer to Bruce, voice dropping to a whisper.

“Did you know that he has invisible wings?”

It must be an effect of all the idiocy in the air around him, but it’s almost like Bruce can feel his thoughts coming to a screeching halt in his head.

“I… he what?”

The first thing that occurs to him when his brain begins to function again is that Clark is probably way prouder of this idea than he has any right to be. And apparently, for good reason, because Hal seems completely taken in.

Bruce hates being wrong. Especially about this.

“Yeah! He sorta mentioned it in passing… but damn, you think you know a guy, huh?”

Bruce says nothing. He simply watches Hal stand before him, rubbing his head in consternation. And in his fugue state, Bruce makes one of the most questionable decisions of his life.

“I knew.”

“What?” Hal shrieks. “You knew? And didn’t mention this to anyone?”

“It wasn’t my secret to tell.”

Hal frowns. “I guess…” Then he sighs, running a hand through his hair, frustration visible on his face. “I guess you’d know that, huh? And I can safely say that it’s the truth, cause you’re allergic to pranks and fun.”

“Goodbye, Jordan.”

--

By the end of the day, the whole Watchtower knows of Superman’s magical invisible wings. Bruce can hear the poorly hushed conversations flooding through the entire satellite.

“Batman said he had them, so it must be true!”

“Yeah, he hates fun, he’d never go along with it if it was a prank!”

If only they knew.

--

“—And now people keep asking if they can feel them!” Clark huffs, head resting on Bruce’s lap.

“Mm.”

“It was funny at first, and it still is… but now, I think it’s falling apart.”

Bruce pats his forehead. “All pranks come to an end. It’s an immutable fact of life.”

“It’s just too good to be over so soon!”

Bruce wisely keeps his thoughts about the quality of Clark’s pranks to himself. Instead, he looks up from his laptop to observe the silent pout on his face, and makes a few calculated decisions. Then he picks up one of Alfred’s cookies and tosses it at Clark’s face.

“What’s this for?” asks Clark, confusedly.

“I’m throwing this at you, in lieu of a bone.”

--

Bruce has faced many dangers throughout his career as a superhero. Dangerous criminals, the best martial artists in the world, magic users, and even literal demons. But this might be the hardest thing he’s ever done.

“You want me to make Clark a pair of…” Zatanna trails off, and looks back down at the piece of paper he’d handed her. “…invisible attachable magic wings?”

“Yes.”

Zatanna looks up at him, looking absolutely miserable.

“What did you do this time?”

Bruce bristles and glares. “Nothing.”

“If you’re in the doghouse, it’s best you fix whatever you’ve done on your own—”

“It’s not an apology present. I’m helping him with a project.” Zatanna looks mildly curious for a split second, and realization dawns on her face.

“So his invisible wings aren’t real?” she whispers, looking stricken.

Self-control. Bruce is a master of self-control. He will not raise his palm to slap it against his forehead. He will not give into that ever-present urge.

“Of course not.”

“Damn,” she murmurs, looking away as though revaluating her entire existence. Luckily for her, so is Bruce.

But she bounces back fairly quickly, which is only a credit to her character. “All right, I’m down.”

“Thank you.”

--

“You know,” Zatanna insists as she rolls up her sleeves theatrically, wand already held in her hand, “I’ve never seen you go the extra mile for a prank before. You really love him, don’t you?”

“…Just do the spell.”

--

Clark’s wings are a big hit. The Hawks are especially thrilled. Bruce loses just a little more faith in everyone’s competency per second.

But seeing Clark’s excited face as he beats his invisible wings and bamboozles everybody within arm’s reach makes it all worth it. Not that he would ever admit as much to the man himself.

But unfortunately (or fortunately, if Alfred is to be believed), Clark knows him too well for all that.

“How hard was it to ask Zatanna to make these for me?” When Bruce doesn’t reply, Clark just grins, his arms coming to wrap around Bruce from the back. “I bet it was hard. I know how much you hate asking for favours.”

“They aren’t permanent, so enjoy them while they last.”

“Sure, sure.” Clark stops speaking, and the Batcave is left in its natural state of silence.

“Thank you, Bruce.”

Bruce doesn’t turn to look at him. “It’s just a pair of wings. Zatanna made them in five seconds.”

“That’s not what I mean. I just—” Clark leans in closer, pressing himself against Bruce’s back, and Bruce can feel his warmth flooding through him.

“This was the silliest thing ever, but you went along with it anyway.”

“Clark.” Bruce turns himself around in Clark’s arms, and lays a hand on his face. “It’s not silly. If you found it amusing, who am I to get in your way?”

“I was so sure you found it… what’s the word you used? Juvenile?”

Bruce gives him one of his lesser, weaker glares. “And now you’ve decided that I’m an expert in comedy? After all the time I’ve spent projecting the opposite?” Clark just laughs, quietly, subdued in a way that leaves Bruce feeling profoundly uneasy.

“I guess…”

Bruce pats his head, ruffling through his hair. “Since when have you cared so much about what I think?”

Clark just looks at him, and then sighs, dropping his head down onto Bruce’s shoulder. “I always care about what you think,” he mutters. “Your opinion means the world to me.”

Bruce’s first thought is to tell Clark that his faith is misplaced. That Bruce isn’t as worthy of admiration or respect as Clark seems to think. That Clark is giving him far too much credit.

But there’s something in the way Clark says those words, quiet and heavy, that renders him speechless, unable to say anything; something that leaves him wishing that it could be true. And so, he just stands there, in Clark’s embrace, trying to convey all the things he can’t say.

It’s Clark who breaks the silence, obviously. “You know… if I told you I had invisible wings right now, that wouldn’t be a lie…”

“I suppose so.”

“I guess I am different from you today. Biologically. Even on the outside.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

 “So…” Clark lifts his head up to look at him, expression positively sultry. “There’s a lot of fun we could have with these. Don’t you think so?”

Bruce just looks into his eyes, and raises a hand to run his finger along the soft surface of Zatanna’s magical wings. He drags his hand back, and rests both his arms around Clark’s neck.

“Let it never be said that I don’t know how to have a good time.”

Clark laughs, and kisses him.

--

“You know,” Clark says, conversationally, idly messing with Bruce’s hair. “I might not have actually had magic wings, but you know what I do have?”

“A penchant for silly pranks?”

Bruce looks up to find Clark waggling his eyebrows, mayhem already gathering in his eyes. “Well, yes,” Clark says, “but I was thinking more along the lines of horns that can detect lies. What do you think?”

Bruce just sighs, and buries his face in Clark’s shoulder. “I can’t lie to your horns. That’s a terrible idea.”

“So…”

“Fine. Let’s do it.”

---

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[superbat-love]

"Hey! Look what your kid did to my shirt!"

Bruce turned as a furious man stormed toward him, dragging a child by the arm. The man jabbed a finger at a brown stain on his shirt, clearly ice cream, given the cone still clutched in the boy’s hand.

"I didn’t bump into him! He bumped into me!" the boy protested, yanking his arm free with such force that the man nearly lost his balance. The man glared at the child before turning back to Bruce.

"Well? Aren’t you going to compensate me? This shirt’s expensive!"

Without a word, Bruce extended his hand toward the boy, silently requesting the ice cream. The boy hesitated, then handed it over. To the man’s shock, Bruce calmly dumped the remaining ice cream onto his head.

"There. Now you’ve got a matching hat. And here’s $10 for your knockoff shirt," Bruce said, slipping a bill into the man’s pocket. "Why don’t you spend the rest of the day cooling off instead of picking on kids? Come on, kid."

With that, Bruce walked away, the boy trailing obediently behind him.

Once inside the car, Bruce started driving back to the manor.

"I’m sorry your day at the zoo got cut short, Damian," Bruce said after a moment. "I’ll ask Alfred to get you a big tub of ice cream when we get home, okay?"

"Uh... I’m Jon," the boy replied hesitantly.

Bruce slammed on the brakes.

***

Meanwhile, Clark raised his hands in a placating gesture, trying to calm the angry zookeeper standing before him. A child clung to his back, occasionally hurling small sticks and pebbles at the man.

"Your kid is an absolute menace! You should be ashamed as a parent!" the zookeeper yelled.

"I’m really sorry about the trouble. Let me talk to him, okay?" Clark replied, trying to defuse the situation. The zookeeper gave them both a final glare before stomping off.

Clark sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The kid finally slid off his back and stood, brushing off his pants.

"We’ve talked about this. You have to keep a safe distance from the animals at the zoo. Why did you climb into the monkey enclosure? You know it’s against the rules," Clark admonished him.

"That zookeeper was being mean to the little monkey! He deserves to be free!" the boy argued, crossing his arms defiantly.

"Okay, but that doesn’t give you the right to throw things at the man. You could’ve hurt him. You know we’re supposed to use our powers responsibly, Jon."

"What are you talking about, old man? If I wanted to hurt him, I’d have used the tiny knives in my boots. And my name’s not Jon."

Clark blinked, then reached down and pulled the cap off the boy’s head, revealing a pair of angry green eyes staring back at him.

Superbat Family Fics

[zeddpool]

Superbat Week 2024 - Day 4

This Is A Love Story/This Is A Detective Story

On a Case | Undercover | Damsel In Distress

Less so in recent years, but in my nearly decade and a half in the Superbat fandom, I've found the dynamic of World's-Greatest-Detective Batman/Pulitzer-Prize-Winning-Investigative-Journalist Clark Kent to be criminally underutilized

[homokommari]

superbat week day 5 tired dads...

[flipdebeeer]

superbatweek day 1 - identity shenanigans

a scene from my own wip! clark kent meets matches malone on a late night outside the red lagoon...

i like em without colors too -_-

[unbreakabledawn]

For @superbatweek2024, Day 1: Costume swap

-

It’s loud.

Bruce has a fraction of a split second to realize this after the magic strikes out and rolls over his skin. He is pulled out and displaced, suddenly feeling the air on his bare hands and exposed face. And then the sound and noise of the entire world crashes down, sending him to his knees. His pained gasp is lost in the cacophony, drowned out by sirens and rainstorms, music and birdsong, whispers and cries. The hands clapped over his ears do nothing to block out the noise. 

Red creeps along the back of his eyelids, a mounting heat. The sheer amount of stimulus tears across his nerves, every sensory neuron set alight with more information that he knows what to do with. Bruce, commanding all of Clark’s senses and none of his rein. It crests like a wave and he doesn’t know how to make it stop—

“Bruce,” he hears someone whisper, hears it repeated a thousand times over around the world. A hand lands on his shoulder, but Bruce doesn’t move for the fear of slipping up with his strength.

“—hear me?” The hand grasps him tight, a firm pressure that he can feel in far more detail than he thought possible. The voice is familiar, made foreign by the fact that it’s not coming from him. “Listen to me. Can you do that?”

He can. He listens. It’s easy, almost natural, how he gravitates towards that voice like a star in orbit. It fills his ears like a solid presence, a veil that reduces everything else to a hush. And along with the voice; the sound of a beating heart. Bruce hasn’t heard a heart beat this way before, but it’s obvious that this body has. This body remembers that familiar rhythm and its soothing cadence of muscle and blood.

Once he’s sure the heat won’t spill from his eyes, he blinks them open. Batman, or the visual of him, stares back at Bruce. Clark in Bruce’s suit and his skin.

“There you are,” Clark says, and it’s strange to hear Clark’s inflections in the tone of Bruce’s voice. “You okay?”

Bruce manages a nod. He looks at himself—at Clark, and tries not to look through him. Cartilage and fascia isn’t a reassuring sight.

“Sitrep,” Bruce demands, resisting the urge to cringe at the unfamiliar voice rumbling in his throat. Hopefully this condition is easily reversible. But for the time being, at least Clark's suit is comfortable.

[nazu2chome257]

Day 7: Superbat. (Old men comforting each other after a long night). CW: light body harm? bruising and old scars. thanks for coming along with me this week! :'^)