#all the kudos to cherry though for starting this fire i’m simply fanning the flames

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omg omg omg pLEASE give us more wolfbat brudick ramblings that ask had me like 👀🥵😮‍💨

with pleasure! a lot of these ideas were shared between me and @ohcherry-art !! they are responsible for this idea in the first place ❤️🍒

shameless mindless brudick (wolfbat)-monsterfucking rambles under the cut

If WolfBat Bruce goes on a rampage, countless lives could be lost, and if, no, when, they figure out how to turn Bruce back to normal, the man would be devastated to learn of his destruction.

So the beast must be contained, or distracted, or subdued with the least amount of damage to others and Bruce himself as possible.

It’s really not a coincidence that Dick is the first to be there, to stake his responsibility over Bruce. If anyone could take care of Bruce in this state, it must be him.

When Dick hits the scene the Beast is on him in an instant. He would have smelled him coming, and raced to meet him. He’d chase him around, Dick being too quick and slippery to be caught unless he wanted to be. Dick would need to lead him somewhere more private, somewhere that Bruce couldn’t hurt anyone if they got too close.

He twists and twirls out of Bruce’s reach, and despite Bruce’s growls of frustration at always being a second too late, his tail is wagging back and forth.

Dick can’t keep jumping around forever, or the Beast might get tired of this impossible game and break away to wreak havoc. He finally approaches Bruce when he’s panting harder (as a wolf beast Bruce isn’t expending his energy nearly as efficiently as he usually would), Dick’s own hard breathing something strained. He calls to him softly, in question, and Bruce’s pointed ears twitch forward, head tilting slightly in recognition of the sound, but there is little understanding behind his fiery eyes.

Dick continues his slow approach and doesn’t flinch when Bruce takes the opportunity to lunge forward, snarling, teeth bared, but Dick isn’t afraid. The wolf nearly bowls him over, grabbing at his torso and pulling him against his muzzle to sniff him fervently, as if confirming that it truly is Dick (his sense of smell is much better than his vision!)

And then Bruce is sniffing him… everywhere. Manhandling to snuff around his hair, his neck, grinding his incisors against the heady skin, tongue coming out to lave wet streaks against his exposed jaw. And the air in the abandoned building Dick has led them to starts feeling heavier and stuffier, Bruce’s own scent so strong in this beastly form.

As the wolf is trying to tear Nightwing’s suit off his neck with his teeth, Dick realizes a better way to keep Bruce distracted until the others can find a cure or solution.

Dick would unlatch his own suit before the Beast starts trying to rip through it with his claws. Bruce would know how to take it off him with his eyes closed, but the wolfbat can’t seem to think past his need.

The instant the suit is off Dick’s neck, Bruce is shoving his nose right against his mark, huffing at it like he’s surprised to find it there at all. Dick would coo to him, petting his thick fur, like that’s right big boy, all yours.

It’s shocking how fast Bruce ends up tearing the rest of Dick’s suit off (Dick’s going to make him replace it if he lives through this), and Bruce easily rips the last tatters off his own hulking body.

To a witness, it would look too savage to survive and to be fair, if Dick didn’t have near meta levels of durability, he might not be able to.

Bruce is big. But wolfbat bruce is enormous.

He towers over Dick, one of his monstrous hands is the size of Dick’s torso, and one of his thighs is thicker than Dick’s waist.

He’s heavy, if he put his full weight on a regular person it would easily crack open a rib cage.

Wolf!Bruce completely covers Dick when he’s pinned him, and Dick isn’t afraid. Not even when Bruce’s hot and dripping breath fans across his shoulder, sharp teeth rubbing across his skin, as the impossibly large creature mounts him.

Dick is so devoted to Bruce that he has a sick sense of duty and pride in that he’s the one doing this for Bruce. He spreads his thighs for him. He invites him in.

Bruce can’t understand the words, but he understands through Dick’s tone of voice. He obeys when he hears Dick warn him, easy, easy… and reacts to every cry and whimper that leaves Dick’s lips, ears twitching.

And in the slow moments, when they are face to face, Dick can see Bruce in those eyes, lust tempered by the intimacy, and holds him close, as Bruce rumbles out what Dick knows are mournful apologies for his lack of control, like he knows deep down that he’s doing something not exactly right, and Dick would reassure him with his moans and caresses and praise (such a good mate), a hand on his muzzle, holding eye contact, telling him with his eyes that he knows Bruce is in there and that he loves him

Wolf!Bruce can’t help but be destructive, and Dick is left with many bruises and shallow bite marks, which are always lapped at when Bruce has a more cognizant moment. Bruce gets a fair share of his fur ripped out from strong clutching hands.

And yes, they do it in all manners of ways, because the beast is insatiable and wants Dick on his back, on his stomach, lying against him, under him, on him, just any new angle where he can nest in deep. (Bruce’s prefered position seems to be any one where he can drag his tongue up Dick’s throat when he knots him) And he delights in licking up Dick’s own release when it clings to his flesh.

Ugh and Bruce’s endurance would be the ultimate test of Dick’s limits. Dick would need to make Bruce pull out completely every couple rounds (much to Bruce’s growling protests) just to release some of the pressure inside of him. And somehow Bruce is just observant enough to notice that Dick stops ejaculating at some point, despite his back arching and shaking and twitching, but doesn’t understand why, so he tries licking at Dick’s member just to get kicked in the fat head because Dick can’t take the overstimulation.

And they make quite a mess, Dick is panting and flushed and sticky after every round, especially along his thighs, stomach, and backside, but Bruce obediently laps it up, and wraps himself around his shivering mate to keep him warm and protected in his bulk. snarling at anyone who would dare try to approach