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ellana-ravenwood · 4 years ago

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The day he understood what Death means - Batfam x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : The youngest Wayne makes a shocking discovery...And will need his parents, siblings, and the one and only Alfred, to recover from it. /Drabble.

I don’t know. I was thinking about this. How when you’re a kid, realizing that one day you’ll die, but worst, that the people you love will die, is sort of traumatic...And wanted to write about it. So. Here we are, with little Thomas eh. I hope you will like it :) :

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If you have no idea who Thomas is, he appears in those stories (long story short he’s the youngest kiddo, biological of Batmom and Bruce) : The Great Mall adventure, Master of Diaper Shaky steps and bad teaching, Polichinelle, “Go away, you’re confusing my baby”, Wild Child 2, “We want them back”, How do you make babies ?“ and Mom got lost again”

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Realizing your loved ones are not immortal for the first time can be traumatic.

Especially if they’re amazing, if they’re your heroes, if you admire them beyond all measure, if they love you unconditionally just like you love them so damn much, and if you can’t even imagine your life without seeing them every day.

If you can’t even fathom the fact that maybe, one day, they won’t be there when you wake up and go look for them. And that they will never be there again.

And so it was particularly quite the shocking discovery for little Thomas Clark Wayne, 5 and a half years old, to find out about that certain thing called...”Death”.

It happened on a moody, rainy Summer day. The weather outside was awful, even for Gotham City. And it meant that Thomas was calmly playing inside, rather than getting up to some shenanigans in the garden.

His parents were home, it was one of those rare day they both had off.

Which always filled little Tommy with joy. It wasn’t often he could get them both with him !! In the end, the fact it was rainy outside was good. It meant they’d probably all snuggle up later in the day, and watch a film, a mug of hot cocoa in their hands.

You would probably throw a blanket over him, and keep him close, sandwiched between you and his dad. His father would fall asleep half-way through the film, which would annoy you and Damian.

Damian would join for sure. Sitting next to you. Yes. He would. Maybe Tim too, if he wasn’t too busy with college ? Oh he would surely make the time to come. And Cass ? Yes. Yes Cass would be there, sitting in her usual spot, on the floor right in front of you (or maybe Tommy). Because she knew you’d gently run your hand through her hair, and your youngest son slowly took the habit to do the same. Which was so soothing to Cass...Duke would certainly be there, he never said no to a good movie.

Maybe, because it was a rainy day, Dick and Jason would come too ? Unlikely, but Thomas could hope. He loved having his entire family in one spot.

They’d ask him to do his “puppy eyes” and convince Alfred to join them too, and not work.

Alfred had an armchair reserved just for him. Right next to the couch where Bruce would sit, leaving enough space for Ace to lay down (Damian’s dog, Titus, always preferred to be near his master, who would more often than not be sitting next to you, laying his head on your shoulder, even as he was not a child anymore...Yes, Titus sat next to Cass, at Damian’s feet, letting his head fall down in Cass’ laps).

Ace...Ace didn’t feel well yesterday, and this morning, the “dog doctor” came.

Thomas heard him say they needed to give him a...an “indection” or something ? (An injection, really) So he’d probably get better. Shots were supposed to get you better or to avoid you getting sick, that’s what you told him.

His dad looked upset, but it didn’t alarm Thomas much. Because his dad was always upset when him or his siblings would get a shot, he hated going, so it was probably the same thing.

Come to think of it, Thomas hadn’t seen Ace since the “vekerinarianan” (or whatever it was pronounced) came earlier in the day.

He suddenly wanted some “doggle” (dog cuddles), and so he put down the toys he was playing with, and went to look for him.

Maybe, he could also round up the rest of his family so they’d start movie time earlier ?

Hyped to have some family time, as he considered his dogs family for sure, he went on the hunt to find Ace, and gather everyone else.

If only. If only he had known...

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“Aaaace !! Aaace ? Ace boy, where are you ?”

This was odd. Usually, Ace would come running if he heard the little one’s voice. That dog loved children, and he made it his mission to protect all of them (bonus point if he had some snuggle, and a few treats, while doing it).

Bruce told him long ago to protect his kids...So Ace was always there.

Maybe he wanted to play hide and seek ? Thomas would play that game with Titus and Damian, Ace never seemed very interested, but maybe he changed his mind ?

“Ace ? Aaaacceeee ?”

The boy roamed the manor, but every room Ace would usually hang in were empty.

Finally, he decided he’d ask his parents, who would usually hang out in...oh, they weren’t in their usual spot either. In their bedroom, maybe ?

Thomas ran as fast as his little legs could carry him, sure that he would find Ace, and his parents, asleep in the master’s bedroom. When they had their day off, his mama and daddy would often take long naps together.

Thomas immediately knew something was wrong when the door to the room was wide open. Slowly, he approached the place and...surely his parents were there.

But something was off.

His dad was laying in the bed, back to the door, his head laid in your lap. One of your hand was caressing his head soothingly, while the other was drawing calming circles on his back.

Definitely something was not normal. You’d do that to your kids when they were sad, or sick...Was daddy sick ?! This gave Thomas a little fright.

You whisper something into Bruce’s ears, and he doesn’t answer, just shaking his head to say “yes”. And so you stand up, after giving him a kiss on the cheek, and...You spot your youngest son.

You smiled at him reassuringly, and go to him.

“Hey little buddy. You should give a big hug to Daddy, he’s very sad today.”

You say, walking past him and ruffling his hair.

From the direction you were taking, you were going to the kitchen, and Thomas just instantly assumed you were going to brew some tea for his dad. When Bruce was sad, you’d always brew some tea for him, from his mother’s garden (which was kept up nice and clean by you and Alfred, now).

Worried about his dad, Thomas slowly walked to him and climbed on the big bed. Bruce turned around to see what this new weight was, as he knew you had just left and...He smiled.

Of this wide pure genuine smile he gave his family only.

But there was a hint of sadness behind his eyes, and Thomas didn’t like that one bit. So the little boy crawled to his dad, and nestled next to him, wrapping his little arms around his dad’s neck and holding tightly.

Bruce engulfed his son in his own arms, holding onto the little one, burrying his face in his hair. There was always something comforting, in the smell his kiddo had. It was a mix of your smell, which was always soothing to him, but also something more...Something soft and sweet.

Just like his son.

Little Thomas was the epitome of a sweet child. It was a miracle, a man like him made a child this cute and happy. Ah, but he wasn’t raising him alone of course. There was you, and his siblings, and Alfred...

After a pause of the little boy holding his dad, he whispered slowly :

“Daddy, why are you sad Daddy ? Please don’t be sad, it makes me sad too.”

Thomas unwrapped his arms from around his dad’s neck, and squished his little hands on Bruce’s cheeks. Which made Bruce sigh fondly, chuckling a little as he said, honestly (he shouldn’t hide this sort of things) :

“Because Ace is gone.”

There’s another silence, during which Thomas tries to understand why is the fact Ace went somewhere so sad. He cannot figure it out, so he asks :

“But, he’ll come back daddy. Like always. Yes ? Ace is a good boy.”

“Was.”

Bruce is clumsy in his grief. He always been. He’s not sure how to broach the subject to his son, how to explain to him their dog was just too old and sick to make it...He doesn’t know how to explain death to him.

“Was ?”

“Ace is gone for good.”

“What do you mean Daddy ? Where did he go ? Why couldn’t we see him again ? Did he move out, like Dick ?”

Oh. Oh the sweet innocence of a child that is maybe a little too sheltered by his family (he’s the youngest, the one they’re trying to keep away from the horror they see every day as much as they can...Although he’s still trained, all of them hope he will never become a Robin, or worst, a Batman).

“Did he move out, like Dick ?”

Sweet, sweet Thomas. Not able to even fathom that Ace is never coming back...and why would he ? How could he know what his father meant ?

“No, no he didn't move out. He left us, to a place we can’t follow him to.”

Another short pause. And you could see the gears in little Thomas’ head turning. After a little bit, he asks :

“...The toilets ?”

This makes his father chuckle, even in this sad times. But he continues :

“No. Not the toilets. He...He went really far away, where we can’t ever see him again.”

This idea is so foreign to your son, that he raises himself on one of his elbow and exclaims :

“Why would he do that ? Does he not love us anymore ?”

Obviously, the thought is distressing to the little bird. So Bruce says :

“No no no, of course he still loves us...loved, us. But he had to go.”

“But why ?”

“Because he was getting very old, and sick.”

“But we don't mind daddy, right ? We don’t mind ? He doesn't have to go away for that, I don’t care if he doesn’t play like he used to, I want him to stay ! Tell him daddy, call him on the phone to tell him to come back.”

Bruce is lost. How ? How can he explains what death means ? He thought about this moment coming many times, but never told him anything as he thought that he had time to know what it meant. He had time...

How do you tell a child that one of his favorite “person” in the world is dead ?

“Unfortunately buddy, we have some sad news.”

His savior. You, as usual. With two cups of tea, and a cup of hot cocoa on a tray. As you went downstairs to get some “pick me up” for Bruce, you knew your son was gonna need it too.

“What news mama ?”

“Ace. He died today.”

You actually thought about it as you were preparing everything for them. How to talk about this ? You decided to go with “honesty”. Not brutal honesty though. You weren’t about to traumatize your son.

But you thought it was important he knew what happened to Ace. As a child, you hated how your brothers tried to make you think your ferret ran away to Las Vegas or something of the like.

You understood this sentiment, of course. But you also remembered how betrayed you felt when you finally understood “death” and realized your beloved Mister Will Ferret was NOT in Sin City having fun, but just died...

The truth was important.

Especially about such subjects.

Children weren’t dumb. And they had every right to know certain truth.

Did you wish your son could stay innocent for longer ? Of course. But he still had a right to know what happened to his dog. To be treated like a person and be explained things.

People, too often, treats children as some kind of idiots who wouldn’t comprehend complex things anyway, and who have to be protected at all cost from anything...

Kids were clever. You had a bunch of them to prove it so. But above that, although you agreed kids had to be protected...You weren't one of those person who thought you should lie to your children in order to do so.

Because one day, he’ll know what death is. He’ll know what happened to Ace. And what if the fact you lied that day, settles a slight distrust in him towards anything you’ll ever tell him ? Just like it did with you and your brothers ?

No. You thought at first it was a good idea to delay such a conversation. But why ? Because it would make you more comfortable ? That didn’t sound very fair in regard of your boy.

Everyone always talked about “the birds and the bees” talk, but never about something that was even more inescapable than that...

Death.

You give him a few seconds to take in your words. “Ace died today.” You wait for his reaction. He seems to think about it, having vaguely heard of “death” before...finally he asks :

“What does it mean ?”

He’s sitting up in the bed now. Bruce did the same, encircling his arms around his boy protectively (old habits die hard). But he’s determined to explain things to him too. You and Bruce were always rather in sync, about how you should raise your children.

“It means he will no longer be with us. He passed away to something else.”

“To what ?”

“No one really knows.”

“Will we see him again ?”

“No.”

“Why ?”

“Because he’s dead.”

“And being dead means you can’t see anyone anymore ?”

“Being dead means you are not living on this Earth anymore, so yes, you cannot see them anymore.”

“It means we can’t see him ? And what do you mean not on Earth ? Is he in Space ? Can we see him if we go to the watchtower ?”

“I mean in our life, we will not see Ace again. He won’t be with us ever again. He’s not in space, he’s just gone.”

“Because he’s dead ?”

“Because he’s dead.”

“So, being dead means we don’t get to see someone ever again ?”

“Yes.”

“Ever ever ?”

You decide to leave any conversations about a possible after-life aside, as it’s clear this, he’s not quite old enough to comprehend. So you keep on talking about the truth, with the support of Bruce.

“Yes. Ever ever.”

It takes Thomas a few minutes to take in all those new informations. Bruce is sitting on the bed, legs crossed, behind the boy. And your son is clearly lost in deep thoughts...Up until finally, finally tears are starting to well up in his eyes.

“But I didn’t even say goodbye !”

“Unfortunately, we don’t always get to say goodbye...”

“But mama, how will he know I loved him so much if I didn’t even say goodbye before he left ? How could you let him go before I did ?”

“I’m sorry, if I could chose I would’ve-...He knew you loved him and-”

“Are you going to die too ?!”

The dreaded question. Dreadest of them all, really. But you can’t lie to him. Not now that you started to explain things.

“Yes. Everyone dies one day.”

“But but but...but I don’t want you to die ! And Daddy ?”

Bruce nods, and...and that’s when it finally happens.

The awful moments your sweet innocent boy realizes what death sort-of means. That one day, none of his parents will be in his life anymore. Than one day, he’ll lose his siblings, and Alfred.

Just like he lost Ace. Because he was “old and sick”. But...Thomas knew a lot of sick people ! And a lot of old people ! Were they going to die too, without him being able to say goodbye ?!

And so the tears started to fall. And oh, oh did they fall.

Bruce held his son against his heart, drawing soothing circles on his back, just like you usually do. And you came to sit next to them, encircling them in your arms as well.

Thomas was trying to talk, but nothing came out very clearly as he cried, cried, cried and cried some more.

When he finally calmed down, he was slowly falling asleep, crying drained him of all his energy. That night, there was no “movie time”, but comforting snuggles with his parents...

Thomas had finally discover what “Death” meant.

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“Oh my God Thomas !”

Bruce’s heart drops.

The entire scene goes in slow motion, and the fearless Batman can see his entire life flash in front of his eyes, as his tiny son is running towards him, while a few thugs were about to shoot automatic weapons at him...

“There’s a kid ! There’s a kid !”

“Who cares, we have the bat right at our mercy, just shoot !”

“I can’t shoot a kid...”

“Should we shoot ?”

The few seconds of surprise after Thomas bursted in allow Damian to swoop down, and to get rid of everyone. Slowly, a serious face on, your son walks to his dad and, solemnly, he says :

“This was too close, father. And...Thomas...”

“I know Damian, I know.”

Your little boy was inconsolable, clinging to his dad.

They didn’t even have to ask him how he got there. It was obvious he somehow snuck into the Batmobile (which wasn’t that much of a surprise, although it was already quite a feat...Thomas was small, but also very stealthy, as he was taught to be).

He was only five, and it wasn’t really clear to him yet his dad was that “Batman” everyone talked about, that his siblings were also vigilantes...But he knew that when they went out at night, they were often in danger.

And that night. That night right after the one Thomas learned what Death was...He snuck in the car, so he would make sure “she” would not take her dad away ! Or her brothers and sister !

Only Damian and Bruce were in the car, on patrol together. The rest of the kids were scattered across the city, and you were taking care of the bat computer (nowadays you were the one doing so to give some relief to Alfred).

Thomas took the habit to fall asleep in the cave, in a bed there just for him...and he must’ve snuck into the car.

It was nobody’s fault. It was very unlike the boy, to do such a thing.

He got into the car. When Damian and his father got out of it to apprehend a few of Two-Face’s thug, he stayed behind, looking at what they did...but when he saw those men about to shoot his dad (a proper ambush), he jumped out, punching every buttons (which was quite dangerous itself) to find which one opened the door, and then he ran to his dad...

The surprised probably saved Bruce. But it also almost killed him with a heart attack.

What if those men didn’t hesitate long enough for Damian to take care of them ? What if they shot anyway, ignoring the surprising appearance of a small child ? What if they had recognize who that kid was, too ? (Unlikely, this was a time where Thomas was still quite sheltered from media, as you tried to give him a childhood as normal as you all possibly could).

What if they shot anyway...

Bruce doesn’t think he would’ve survived the death of his youngest son. He was sure, actually, that he would’ve killed those men.

That is, if Damian didn’t do it first.

But it didn’t happen. It didn’t happen, but it was so close. So close.

Later, when everything calmed down, Thomas would explain he jumped in the car to “keep death away”, to protect his daddy and brother. To make sure Death wouldn’t take them.

And that's when you all understood Ace’s death, and the discovery that everyone dies one day, one way or another, truly was “traumatic” for your baby.

From that point on, you made sure that Thomas would be in the cave...but this event. This event really unfolded a problem you knew you’d have to tackle truly one day.

You just had no idea yet how to help your son.

************

Damian had told Jason the debacle that was yesterday. About his parents explaining to their little brother what it meant to be dead. And about how it lead to Thomas sneaking into the Batmobile and running in front of danger to “protect” his dad.

Because of where he grew up, Damian always knew what death meant. And he never cared much (or convinced himself he never cared much). He understood from a very young age what all this shenanigans was...

Jason did too. He found his mother, dead, when he was three years old. He grew up surrounded by death, in the gutter of Gotham. He knew. He did.

But Thomas.

Thomas was a “normal” 5 years old boy, as normal you can be in such a family. He trained a little, and sort of knew about his dad being “Batman” (but it seemed he didn’t understand he was ACTUALLY the Batman people talked about in the city).

He spend most of his nights in a little area made just for him, with a bed and such, in the batcave (he hated sleeping upstairs alone, so he would sleep in the batcave and you’d pick him up to bring him in his bed once you’d go to bed, and/or once the rest of your family would get home).

So for a little one like Thomas, who was pure and sweet and nice...It was a shock, to know one day he’d lose the people he loved.

He was inconsolable, at Ace’s funerals (thrown at the back of the Manor).

He couldn’t get over the fact he didn’t get to say goodbye, and that he would never play with his dog anymore.

It made it worst, that Ace’s death made everyone else sad. That dog truly was a member of the family...

“I know you're feeling very sad. I'm sad, too. We all loved Ace so much, and he oved us, too.”

You told him a few times, tryin to put words on his emotions and helping him understand...God, to Damian, you truly were the most amazing mother. Always knew what to say, how to say it, when to say it.

But Thomas was still blue, and it was so unlike his usual bubbly personality.

And so, both Damian and Jason made it their mission to distract their little brother, and...it worked. For the most part. It really worked.

Amongst all his siblings, Damian and Jason were the ones that loved having a little brother the most. Not that the others didn’t, of course ! They just were a little less willing to play for hours on end with a little kid.

They were rather busy. Jason and Damian always found ways...They were an unlikely pairs at first glance. Most people would think Damian was the closest to Dick, and Jason too. But no. They were equally as close to all their siblings, in different ways.

But Damian and Jason, they had an extra connection. Jason was there, when Damian was a baby. He didn’t remember his own name, and was used by the Al’Ghuls after they resurrected him...But he was still one of the only person in Damian’s life that truly valued him.

Fate, right ? A funny thing. After all, how small did the world have to be for two of Bruce’s sons to meet in such a way ? A hidden son, and one he thought dead, at that ?!

In any case. They were closer than most would think. And they also were linked not only by the Al’Ghuls, but by how they were both ripped off of an actual childhood, and therefor wanted to make sure their little brother had one too (Cass was the same, but more subtle, and discreet).

And so...

They played, made art pieces, jigsaw puzzles, watched his favorite movies, cooked...Anything to take his mind off of “Death”.

That little boy would overthink too much, for such a young age.

But overall, Damian and Jason did a good job distracting him from the pain.

They did an amazing job.

You were so proud of how they took care of their baby brother (and it would give yourself more time to go cheer up the “Oldest Wayne”, your dear husband, who definitely had a hard time getting over his dog’s death...).

Only, there was one problem...And that problem was that neither Damian nor Jason, just like everyone else, were immortal.

And this, this, Thomas would realize very soon.

************

“More compresses, Master Tim !”

“On it Al !”

The loud noises woke Thomas up. You knew. You knew you should’ve gone up to bed earlier. Tuck him in, and wait for your family to come back.

Ah. But when they all arrived in the cave, ALL of them, including Dick who did not live at the manor anymore...You knew there was a problem.

And indeed. Jason had been badly hurt. Not something that couldn’t be fixed, but ah, once again, too damn close.

Everyone was on the tail of a high profile serial killer, the newcomer called “Dr Pyg”, and...Collateral damage. It happened, in this line of work.

It wasn’t easy. Especially when it was one of your baby. But you had to keep a leveled head, as you helped Alfred fix your boy.

You had taken medical trainings early in in your relationship with Bruce. For obvious reasons. And there was rarely a day it didn’t come in handy.

In any case, all the noises around woke Thomas up.

Before. Before he knew what death truly meant, he would’ve been worried. He would've cried. He would’ve been distressed. Of course.

And one of his siblings would’ve taken care of him, reassure him, soothe and console him, and little Thomas would be ok again.

Before he knew what death truly meant.

He was so small anyway, most of the time he’d forget things, or just not understand them...but he was five now. Close to the age of reason. And definitely aware of his surroundings enough now to pay attention, and remember things.

And he knew what death truly meant.

He clung to Jason for dear life, even as everyone reassured him he was actually ok. Jason himself was conscious, he had been badly hurt but nothing he hadn’t seen before.

He needed some rest for sure, but it was fine, really.

It wasn’t fine for Thomas. He yelled, threw the biggest tantrum he ever threw, yelled some more that they should stop. That he didn’t want them to die. That whatever they were doing...He begged them to stop.

Never before in your life, had any of you witness Thomas being in such a state. He was inconsolable. You couldn’t calm him down, no matter what...

And once more, it’s only because of exhaustion that he finally relaxed. But yet, still in his sleep, he clung to Jason’s sleeve, as if afraid his brother would be gone when he’d wake up.

It tore yours and Bruce’s heart apart, to see your baby like this. But to be honest...neither of you knew what to do...

************

“Where’s Damian mama ? Where is he ?”

Thomas was truly panicked.

The first day, he thought maybe his brother was busy with school and such. The second day, he started to worry. But now ? Three days in a row with Damian not at the dinner table ? Or in his room ? Or in the batcave ?!

It made Thomas anxious. What happened to his brother ? Was he...was he...DID DEATH TAKE HIM AWAY ?

“Where’s Dami mama ? Where is he ?!” Thomas kept asking, crying. And it took you moment to finally realize what your son must’ve thought. When you did, you picked him up and calmed him down, explaining Damian was simply over at Jon’s for a few days...

And from that day on, you’d make sure to tell him why anyone would be gone for any amount of time.

That night, Bruce and you talked about what you could do to help Thomas get over his consuming fear of losing one of you.

But nothing really came to your minds.

And it was awful, to feel like a failure like that.

Later on, your Damian would tell you you were NOT failing at parents because you were a little lost about this. After all, none of your other kids got into quite a crisis like this one. He said maybe considering a therapist could do ? But oh, oh Thomas was so little.

And if words were out that Thomas Wayne, barely five years old, was seeing a therapist ? The scandals would be unending, and would it really help your son ?

Damian joined in in the search for a way to soothe his baby brother. He never said “no” to cuddles from him, but lately...Lately, Thomas almost became overbearing, as he made sure he’d always sort of have his eyes on everyone.

And it wasn’t healthy, for such a little boy to worry so much.

Damian missed his carefree baby brother. He knew he had to eventually grow up, of course, and that he’d have some hardships but...he was just five and a half ! He wasn’t suppose to be so scared of death !

And so he thought, nights and days, of a way to soothe him. But just like you and Bruce, this matter was quite delicate...

************

It seemed like Cass was the only one able to truly console him, and make him relax. She would sing him songs, just like you did to her when she felt sad.

She would tell him tales of Death as a good thing, inspiring herself from many legends from around the world.

She would try to put perspective on everything, in a way you truly admired.

She never spoke too much, your Cass...But when she did, every words were carefully chosen and crafted into truly beautiful things.

And it would soothe your boy.

But only as long as he was with Cass. And he couldn’t always be with her.

You didn’t have her talent to tell those tales, and your singing was working only for a few moments to put him to sleep but...you couldn’t always have him sleep. You had to think of more viable options.

Nonetheless, when Thomas was really too anxious, Cass would be there.

Relieving everyone of their worry, as she could calm her baby brother in matter of seconds. In those moments, you wished time could stop. You truly did...

************

Thomas would cling to you and his dad the most. His siblings were often out and about, but you two ? Well you took some time off to be with your youngest son, to be there for him in this odd times...

And you weren’t sure it was such a good idea, in the end.

He would often just snuggle up to you or Bruce, listening to your heartbeats, which would calm him...You’d normally never say no to hugs from your children. But this was all starting to become so unhealthy for the little one.

What could you do ? What could you do ?!

************

Duke was panicking.

Thomas was doing fine today, and Duke felt like he royally fucked up.

Thomas was worried about Duke, telling him to be careful and that his heart would break if Duke ever died...Which melted Duke’s heart.

It made him feel so loved and accepted. And he wanted to help little Thomas so much...

That’s when he made a rookie mistake.

After all, he was still quite new at this “big brother” thing.

“There are things worst than death.”

Is what he told him. What was he thinking ? Reflecting on things, Duke realized he didn't think it through. To him, it was a soothing way to say death wasn’t that bad. But...Ah, ah it made Thomas cry.

“What ? What is worst than not seeing you guys ever again ?!”

At that moment, Duke hadn’t realized quite yet how much he fucked up. So he said : “Well, my parents can't remember me, can’t remember who they are...They’re not dead, but they’re not here anymore. They’re physically here, but they don’t know me, they don’t know how to hug me, they can’t be my parents anymore...Yet they’re still alive.”

The horrified look on Thomas’ face is what gave him a hint that this really wasn’t a good thing to say...

“No no no wait Thomas, don’t cry please, I was trying to tell you...Wait Thomas, please, no. Oooh buddy, buddy I’m so sorry.”

It almost made Duke cry too, to witness the one he considered his little brother in such distress. He wasn’t trained for this ! He wasn’t trained for this !!!

This was the first time Duke truly felt like an older brother, truly felt like he understood this important role. He had to think before saying something. He had to protect his baby brother. He had to find ways to soothe him...

“Ok here we are, here we are everything is a-okay, you’re ok, things will be ok...”

Duke picked Thomas up, and started to rock him back and forth slowly, just like his own mom did to him...He mixed the way his mom used to put him to sleep, with your soothing singing. With words he borrowed from you.

“I’m here, I’m here. Don’t worry I’m here, I won’t go anywhere. Things will be ok baby boy, things will be ok. You’re gonna be ok. I’m not going anywhere. I didn’t mean any of it...”

Duke had been living with you for a while now. He came to see all of you as his second family, even as his parents were still alive, and a constant chain holding him back at times...a chain that broke right at this moment.

Thomas was his little brother. He truly was.

And Duke was determined to be there for him. Especially after he made him cry.

“It’s ok Tommy, cry all you want. It’s ok to cry. It’s ok to cry.”

You always told him that. It was ok to cry. To be angry. To want to break everything. To want his mom...

But you were his mom too now. You were. And you had such a way with words. Such a soothing touch. Even as he was grown up now, you always knew what to say. You always did.

“You’re ok, right ? Yeaaaah you’re ok. See, things are fine, we chill, we chill.”

Duke was slowly swaying from left to right, Thomas in his arm, slowly lulling him to sleep, calming him down. His voice seemed to have the same effect than yours...Because he was calm. And because he meant it.

The love.

The love he had for this little boy.

It poured out of him, easily, naturally.

He loved that kid so much. And he wanted him to be ok. And it seemed like Thomas ? Thomas felt it. He felt the love. Just like Duke felt the love of all of you...

That little bean put himself in such a state at the mere thought of Duke dying, of one of his brother leaving...And Duke. Duke realized he felt the same.

Couldn’t imagine any of them dying.

And so he poured love in his every word, and swayed from side to side, calming Thomas, and making sure he knew...He knew that, he was right there.

Right there.

************

“You’re getting old, Alfred.”

You said jokingly, as you beat him at chess. And oh. Oh what a mistake you just did.

“Old ? I don’t want you to die Alfred, I don’t !”

Thomas was playing next to you. You hadn’t thought about his “trauma” for a little while as he seemed to feel a little better lately...But oh, he plunged right back into it there.

Because of you. You felt absolutely awful...

“I’ll fight Death for you Alfred ! I will ! I won’t let her take you !!”

It took a while, as it became usual now, to calm him down. He was ready to throw hands with Death. Fierce that no one would take his “grandpa”. But he was still very scared and sad...

“I’m a terrible mother...”

You told Bruce that night. And he held you against him, consoling you, saying it wasn’t your fault and that it was just friendly banter with Alfred as usual...

“You are the literal opposite of a terrible mother, my love.”

“But Broosh, I made him- I-”

You sniff, unable to control your sobs as you remember your poor little boy holding Alfred and yelling at Death she can’t take him. The poor butler himself didn’t even know how he could do anything to calm him down...

“We’ll find a solution my love, we’ll find a solution...”

This entire night, Bruce stayed up although he was exhausted, so he could soothe you and take care of you. Skipping patrol (knowing though the city was safe with his children out).

At some point during the night, Thomas came to your room.

It was often, lately, that after a nightmare he’d come running to you. His nightmares would often be about losing you...

You had finally fallen asleep, in your husband’s arms, and Bruce gestured to your boy to not make too much noice.

Sweet little Thomas acquiesced, and slowly came to the bed, taking the hand his father gave him.

Bruce was about to fall asleep too, knowing you had finally found sleep...But now, he wasn’t going to. Not until he made sure his son was asleep as well.

All he could do for now, was being there for you two. Try to soothe you as best her could. As best he could...

Sleep was restless and full of nightmares.

************

Dick would try to often visit his parents and siblings. As much as he could, which wasn’t always easy, with his work in Bludhäven. But nothing is more sacred than family...He realized that over the years.

During those moments, it would be rather normal for Thomas to go settle in his oldest brother’s laps. He would make the most of seeing him.

So today, as Dick was in the kitchen trying to make himself a cup of coffee, it was no surprise when little Tommy came to see him.

You had bought a new espresso machine, and Dick had no idea how it worked...Slowly, his littlest brother came in, dragged a chair next to him, and used it to climb on the counter.

He then started to make Dick’s cup of coffee, without much of a word being exchanged. Dick smiled widely, his little bro was so cute and clever. In no time, he had make a great cup of coffee for him.

But...Something seemed to bother him. Tommy was an exuberant child when around his family, but he had been quiet right there. He didn’t jump in his brother’s arms like he usually does, and he wasn’t telling him all about what he missed since last time he came in !

Was it still this all thing about being worried about death ?

“Are you ok little wing ?”

Ever since Jason, “Little Wing” or “Bird” became the common denomination for his younger siblings. A term of endearment that they all (secretly or not) loved.

Tommy seemed to think a little, while raising his arms, signifying he wanted Dick to pick him up.

Dick did, of course, and they went to sit at the kitchen counter, and as usual, Tommy settled down on Dick’s laps. He turned around and, after another short pause (Dick always knew when to stay silent, and wait for the other person to speak first) said :

“Dickie, are mom and dad not your mom and dad ?”

“Mm ?”

“Your real mom and dad, they died ? You can’t see them no more now ?”

There was a lump in Dick’s throat. Not because he thought about his parents no. He actually came to peace with their death long ago now. And though he missed them every day, it didn’t hurt as much as it used to.

He was lucky to find another loving family...From which that little worried kiddo in front of him was an important part of.

“Yes, I can’t see them anymore.”

“It hurts ?”

“It used to. Now less. I miss them, but I wasn’t alone.”

“Because you have our mom and dad ?”

“Yes.”

Dick ruffles his hair fondly.

“Do you wish you’d still have your real mom and dad ?”

“Mom and dad ARE my real parents too. I was lucky enough to find new ones. Not everyone is as lucky, like dad. He was alone for a long time”

“What about Alfred ?”

“It took dad a while to realize that Alfred was a second father to him”

“So...Will you be my second dad if dad goes ?”

Dick feels another lump in his throat. Bigger this time.

He couldn’t even imagine the day he’ll lose this “second dad”, this one he had now called “dad” for longer even than his own biological father...Dick was 8, when he came into yours and Bruce’s life.

He spend more years with you two than with his “real” parents. You never replaced them, no. You just..became his parents too.

He would never forget his biological parents. But he would never diminish the impact his adoptive one had. The love you and Bruce gave him.

Would he be good enough to be Thomas “second dad” ? After all, he currently had about the age Bruce had when he adopted him...

But Dick couldn’t imagine losing Bruce too. Losing another father. No. He couldn’t. He couldn’t.

Thomas was already moving on, asking more questions :

“Will I find another mom and dad too if mom and dad die ? Or will I be alone like dad ? Will I have Alfred forever ?”

“I-I don’t know buddy.”

“What if I lose all of you at the same time ? I will be all alone then.”

“You won’t.”

“But what if I do ?”

“I’ll always be there.”

“You can’t know that, can you ?”

“Maybe, but this will never happen. You will never be alone.”

“You really think so ?”

“I Do. And I promise little wing, I promise...You won’t lose all of us. You won’t.”

Dick held his brother even tighter against him, and missed the unconvinced expression on Thomas’ face.

************

Your youngest son was still utterly terrified of losing any of you. But his terrible fit would pass now, he would calm down more easily, and wouldn’t cry until exhaustion...But it didn’t mean he wasn't afraid anymore.

Unfortunately.

“Death” was still a constant on his mind. One of the biggest question. Without much answers.

His mother and father said no one knew what happened after “death”, but Thomas wasn’t convinced. So he went to the only one he knew would tell him the truth, and was most likely to know...Tim.

His older brother was currently in the garden, studying for his finals. But oh he’d take a break for his little brother, of course.

Especially lately, as said little brother was overly worried and needed constant reassurance.

“Hi Timmy.”

“Hey little one.”

“Bothering you ?”

“You are not bothering me, never.”

“Can I ask you a question then ?”

“Of course.”

“What happens when we die ?”

Oof.

OOOOF.

Not something Tim could say he expected to be asked. Even as he knew Thomas was sort of obsessed with this lately. And ah...Ah he started to get lost into physiological effects of death, into science, into things Thomas could definitely not understand...

And into things he didn’t care about.

Thomas had no interest in knowing what happens to the corporeal side of things. To our bodies. He wanted to know where “we” went. Where the being went. The conscience.

Of course he wouldn’t word it that way, but it was easy to understand that it was what he meant when he said : “where do we go when we die ?”.

After a long time of Tim getting lost in many complex explanations about decomposition (what the Hell Tim ?), he finally stopped as he saw that Thomas was most definitely lost.

“Where do we go after we die ?”

“Yes. What happens ? You must know, you know everything !”

The faith his littlest brother put in him made him feel warm inside but...unfortunately on this subject he had to disappoint him.

“I..I don’t know about this, actually.”

Thomas looked crestfallen. Was nothing sacred anymore ?? Death existed, and the one he thought would always have a solution to everything didn’t know something that important !!

“There’s many theories.”

“What’s a theories ?”

“One theory, multiple theories. A theory is...an idea of how things might work.”

“What are the theory ?”

“Theories, plural.”

“What are the theories ?”

“Well. Some people think that you go into some kind of afterlife. It depends the culture, and the religion, and...many other factors. But there’s usually a few places we can end up.”

“And we’ll see the people who died there ? We’ll see them again ?”

“Supposedly so.”

“Is it sure ?”

“No, it’s just a theory.”

“You said a theory is an idea of how things might work.”

“An idea that might not be proven.”

“What’s the point then ?”

“Theorizing.”

“I don’t understand...”

Of course he didn’t, he was a smart little boy...But still just five. Tim sat down to his level, and looked at him in the eyes :

“Well. You have to understand that um...No one knows what happens after death. So we have to make theories, things that might or might not be. You understand ?”

“No.”

“Well, since we don’t know, we make things up. But maybe those things are right. Maybe they aren’t.”

“So the answer is we don't know ?”

“Yes. But there are theories ?”

“Ok. So aside from the place we see others again, what are the theories ?”

“Well (...)”

Tim was a patient boy. For hours and hours, he tried to explain every single “theory” people might’ve had about what happens after Death. And Thomas listened carefully.

Finally, Tim was done, and his brother said :

“So...No one really knows, and there’s a lot of theory...ies. Theories.”

“Basically.”

Thomas looked so discouraged. Tim was very well aware that none of what he told him really helped his brother, or reassured him...But ah. Tim was known to not lie. Which was a good thing. And he couldn’t possibly have a free conscience if he had told his brother just one theory of the after life, the nicest one, just to reassure him.

Of course, he wanted to reassure him. To distract him. But he would do so another way. Lying to him was not it.

Still, it was so disheartening to see this sweet little boy so crestfallen.

“Um, Well...I guess some people know.”

Thomas looked up at his brother, hopeful, waiting for him to continue.

“Like Constantine. But um, he’s sort of crazy. And dad doesn't want him around the house for...reasons you’ll understand when you’ll grow up. And-”

Ah but Thomas wasn’t listening to Tim anymore, and his monologue as to why maybe John Constantine wasn’t such a reliable source.

“Constantine” huh ? Interesting. Ah. Sometimes, Tim forgot how smart his little brother truly was...for a five years old. And how he took after his father, when it came to memory and attention to details.

************

This constant worry went on for quite just a few days. A few very eventful days, that were so...exhausting. Thomas was constantly scared for your lives, and would cry if anyone got hurt too much.

He would follow you around, and be way too stressed for such a little bean.

Everyone came to hide their injuries from him, tried to distract him from what they were doing when out as the Bats...But it was becoming a real problem.

How ? How could they make a little five years old understand that he couldn’t forever be afraid of death ? It was impossible. None of you, not even you, had the right words. There were no right words anyway.

You could tell him whatever you wanted, it’d never make him stop thinking about Death taking one of you with her, taking one of you far away from him.

“A place he cannot follow you to.”

How ? How could you help ?!

But the change had to come from within him, you would soon realize.

About a week after Ace’s death, and a truly painful few days of everyone being lost and unable to help the baby of the family... he suddenly spoke up, at dinner time :

“Mama, mama, if one day you die, I will bring you back. I promise. Same for daddy, and Dick, and Jason, and Cass, and Tim, and Duke, and Damian, and Alfred. I don’t know if we can bring dogs back, but humans yes ? And worst case scenario, I’ll conjure your spirit so I can say goodbye, and then I’ll know we’ll see each others again !”

“Wh-What ?”

“Stunned” doesn’t quite cover how you felt at your son’s sudden tirade, at dinner that night. Everyone was here, a rare occasion. Your one dinner a months that was mandatory for all your kids ! To make sure you’d all have moments together.

And boom. Came this monologue out of nowhere, from your small little five and a half years old son.

Stunned. Not a strong word enough to describe you, or your other children.

But Bruce. Oh Bruce. Bruce was frowning. Narrowing his eyes in a way you knew perfectly well...It meant he was angry at someone.

“Who told you all this, son ?”

“Mister Constantine.”

A growl. A scary growl. From deep within your husband’s throat. You would NOT want to be John next time he’d see

“How did you talk to him ?”

“I used your phone.”

“I don’t have his number on my...Wait, the bat phone ?!”

“Yes. The one you call uncle Clark on !”

“What the-...how did you-ugh ?!”

There were so many questions. So many.

“I copied what you do, on the phone. And I asked it if it could call the Constantine.”

“The Constantine”, this better not be a stupid way he called himself in front of his son, Bruce thought. Ah, and curse the fact he kept having kids that were too damn smart for their own good !

Kids this days. Growing up with technology. Able to work a batphobe at age 5 and a half !!

“Hope I helped little man - John Constantine”, said the note that came to the manor a few days later. Which made Bruce fume with rage, but Thomas beam happily.

Bruce was already planning to go after John, and force him to say what he told his son. But...But...

To be honest. Whatever he said. You didn’t care. You knew, more than anyone else, that “Death” wasn’t as definitive as it sounded at times. And you knew for certain there was something after you died. What ? You couldn’t be sure. But something. Another place. Or maybe reincarnation ? Who knew.

Deep in your heart though, you knew that no matter what, if you ever were to die...You’d see your family again. You weren’t sure how or where. It was just a certainty in your heart. A gut feeling.

Yes. You didn’t care what John told your son. If it could help him accept that everyone will die one day. Didn’t mean he wasn’t afraid of losing you anymore. Oh no. But at least...At least he knew worrying about it lead nowhere. And to truly enjoy the moments of the present.

Whatever John said, it helped your son. That’s all that mattered. And as Thomas would grow up, you knew he’d understand things more and more.

He already knew he was luckier than many people. He had a loving family. They were all there with him for now (minus Ace, whom he missed every day). A lot of people couldn’t say the same thing.

Death was an odd thing. Especially in the World you lived in.

It wasn’t as definitive as some would say.

Your family knew that more than anyone else.

Death was an odd thing, that wasn’t always the ultimate end...

This, one day, Thomas would truly understand.

The end

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And here we are :). Just a quick thing again, my bigger story (fake boyfriend trope with Bruce hehe) is coming soon. But in the mean time, felt compelled to write about this. I hope you enjoyed reading it, and liked it ? Not my best work :/, another quick drabble written very late at night eh. But nonetheless, fun to write ? Hope it’s not a disappointment, it’s just a thing to make ya wait for a more elaborate thing that I took a lot of care writing. Anyway it’s 4 am, time for bed :).

If you did, don’t hesitate to leave a little feedback or/and to reblog :). If you didn’t as well really, it’s always good to know what’s not good so I can improve (just stay civil please).

PS : Bonus point if you get where I’m trying to arrive at with those last few words about how definitive death is :p.

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princess-of-riviaa · 5 years ago

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Show Me How You Like It Done

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader

Summary: After Clark gets jealous, you tell him to take his frustration out on you. Surprisingly, he does.

Warning(s): jealous!Clark, rough sex, fingering, overstimulation (if you squint)

Word Count: 2.3k

The front door slams shut. You jump at the sound, your back to your boyfriend. Both of you are unhinged from the party. Clark’s still bothered by the drunken idiot who tried to flirt with you right in front of him. You’re still wound up from the brief glimpse at a darker side of your boyfriend, a side he only shows in front of the monsters and aliens he faces almost on a weekly basis. You’ve never seen that side of him up close. It took you by surprise--but even more surprising was how much it turned you on. You’d managed to talk Clark out of sending the drunken flirt a message, telling him that you were uncomfortable and wanted to go home. His protective side overruled his jealousy--just as you knew it would--and you went home without a word. The drive back had been silent; Clark struggling to hold back angry words, and you struggling to hide your arousal.

You turn to look at him now. He’s still scowling, still got that dangerous look in his eyes. You’re suddenly reminded that he could snap even the largest human in half. He could hurt you--kill you even--with a snap of his fingers. You’re embarrassed and ashamed of how that thought sends heat straight to your core.

Clark can hear your quick heartbeat and shallow breath, though he mistakes it for fear. “I’m not gonna do anything,” he assures you. “I just... need a few minutes to calm down.”

“Clark...” you begin, but lose your courage before you can tell him exactly what you’re thinking.

The emotion in his eyes is so dark that it makes his blue irises look black. He’s dangerous, he’s angry, and it turns you on so much you can’t breathe. “I know I almost lost it back there, but I promise you don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I’m not afraid,” you manage to admit.

He raises an eyebrow and flicks his tongue out to wet his lips, and god--you’re suddenly thinking about that tongue between your legs, burying itself inside of you until you’re screaming out his name and coming around his mouth. “You’re upset though.”

You shake your head. “I’m not... upset.”

He frowns, confused as to why his senses are telling him otherwise. “Your heart’s racing. You’re barely breathing. Your hands have been shaking since we left Bruce’s house. If you’re not upset, then what...?”

“I want you,” you admit, enunciating each word slowly. Your entire face burns at the admission.

You’ve had sex with Clark before, several times. And each time has been mind-blowing--but it’s always been gentle, sweet, loving. The way he makes love is addicting, yes, but that’s not what you want tonight. And the thought of admitting that to him--not knowing how he’ll react, knowing there’s a good chance he’ll react badly to it--makes you nervous and shy.

Clark’s frown doesn’t disappear. “You want me to what?”

You’re silent, struggling to remember how to breathe as he closes the distance between you. He only stops when his chest is flush against yours. Every inch of your body that brushes against his burns until it hurts. God, you need him.

“Sweetheart, talk to me,” he murmurs in a soft, deep voice. It simultaneously makes your heart grow three sizes at the sound of the love in his voice, while also making you wetter. He cups your face in his hands and brings your gaze to his. “You know you don’t have to hide from me. Tell me what you’re thinking, beautiful.”

Still, you hesitate. Even though he’s your best friend, your confidant, your soulmate. Even though the things you’ve already confessed to him in the dark of night should have sent him running, yet he stayed. Even though everything, you hesitate. Because Clark has no idea that you crave the darkness inside of him as much as you crave his light. He calls you sweetheart, for gods sake. What will happen when he finds out that you’re not actually all that sweet?

“I have ways of making you talk, you know,” he jokes. It’s an empty threat. He could tease you until you’re shaking beneath him and more than willing to tell him anything he wants to hear. But he won’t. He always gives with you, even in the bedroom. But sometimes you want him to take. And tonight you’re selfish enough to ask him to.

“I want you to fuck me,” you finally admit. “Not make love to me--fuck me. Claim me. I want you to use all that anger and frustration you felt when that guy flirted with me and I want you to take it out on me.”

He’s silent for a very, very long time.

You open your mouth to tell him you’re joking, to forget everything you just said, but you never get a chance to speak.

Suddenly he’s kissing you in a way he’s never kissed you before. His mouth is greedy and urgent against yours, kissing you so rough that your lips instantly part in a moan. And then his tongue is pressing against yours, dancing inside your mouth, and fire shoots down your body. His hands clasp onto your waist but you’re hardly aware of them. You can’t sense anything other than his hungry mouth on you, kissing you the way you’ve always fantasized about him doing. You’re not aware you’ve even been moving backwards until your back collides with the living room wall. You release a gasp of surprise as Clark closes in on you. He’s so big that you can’t see anything but him. You have to tilt your head all the way back to look up at him.

“Is this what you want?” he growls, the sound of his voice making your toes curl. His eyes are dark again, his pupils blown with lust.

You nod and then he kisses you again, just as passionately as the first time. His fingers tug on your hair. A moan falls from you as Clark bends to kiss your neck, sucking and biting at your skin. Claiming you, just like you asked him to. If you’d known it would have been this easy, that he would’ve been this compliant, you’d have spoken up weeks ago. Something warm and hard presses into your stomach. You gasp, completely aroused at the realization that it’s Clark’s cock pressing into you, already hard and aching to be inside of you. Your hand wraps around the thick bulge in his pants and he grunts into your mouth, urging you to touch him. You squeeze his length as you run your hand up and down his clothed hard-on.

“Fuck,” he growls.

The word makes you freeze. He only ever curses like that when he’s seconds away from coming.

“Bedroom,” you get out. “Now.”

His hands are already grabbing onto your dress and lifting it up and off your body. “No--here.”

You don’t have the strength to protest as you watch him take in the sight of your naked body. The dress has a built in bra--otherwise you’d never get away without one--but you purposefully didn’t wear underwear tonight, hoping your boyfriend would fuck you before the end of the night. You came prepared. Clark’s eyes dance up and down your body. The look in his eyes, that tongue poking out to lick his lips, the quick, unsteady rise and fall of his chest--it all makes your skin burn and your desire turn desperate.

Your hands are on him now, enjoying the process of undressing him. Nothing is a stronger reminder of his godliness than his naked body--every ripple of muscle screams of his power, which his height only adds to; his dark body hair is glorious, tempting, sinful. He’s an incubus, you have no doubt about it. You’ve never wanted a man as desperately as you want Clark.

It isn’t long before you’re both naked, your mouths desperate to reach every inch of the other’s skin. You spit onto your hand before wrapping it around his cock. He lets out a predatory growl as you begin to pump him. His hand moves to your core as his mouth latches onto your breast. The room is filled with the sounds of your breathless gasps and moans of pleasure. You have no doubt he can hear the fast pace of your heart and can smell the desire pooling between your legs, and from the way his cock leaks with pre-cum, you can tell he enjoys flooding his senses with you. You moan as his fingers circle your clit. He knows the exact amount of pressure to apply against your bud and what speed to circle his fingers at to make you come undone in a handful of seconds. The touch of his fingers and the wetness of his mouth on your breast sucking greedily at your nipple makes your body shake far too soon.

“Clark, wait!” you manage to get out, your voice breathless and shaky. “I’m gonna cum!”

You’ve never cum more than once at a time before, and you want to cum around his cock. You don’t just want his fingers tonight.

“Let go for me, baby,” he breathes against your skin.

You tug at his hair, his shoulders, anything to keep you tethered to reality, to keep you from going over the edge too quickly. But he must sense you fighting your orgasm because he brings his other hand to your other breast and twists and pulls at your nipple. The pain is surprising. He’s never been anything but gentle with you. But you realize it’s a turn on as your head grows fuzzy and the only thing you’re aware of anymore is his fingers and that mouth--

You cry out as you cum around his fingers. Your body shakes as waves of pleasure roll through you. Clark catches you before your knees can give out. The orgasm makes you dizzy, almost delirious, and you can’t process anything fast enough. Suddenly your back is pressed flush against his chest and you face the wall as he spreads your legs. He’s still going to fuck you, you realize.

“Clark, I can’t--” you begin, but the desire is clear in your voice, so he ignores your protests and runs the tip of his cock between your folds, coating himself in your cum.

“This is what you asked for, baby.” His reminder is an arousing whisper against your ear. “You want me to fuck you rough, so I’ll give it to you rough.”

And then he presses his cock all the way inside of you. He always goes slow, always lets your walls adjust to the size of him. But not tonight. You whimper as the pain registers in your body, a sting so sharp it’s more painful than pleasurable. Before your walls can loosen around him to a comfortable squeeze, he grips your hair in his hand and begins to thrust inside of you. You cry out as he uses your body. You’d wanted him to be rougher with you, but nothing could have prepared you for this. It’s hot--it’s so fucking hot. It’s not long before your cries turn to gasps of pleasure. He grunts as he pounds you into the wall, the sound completely animalistic. Your nails grip the wall on either side of your head as your mind grows dizzy with another approaching orgasm. You’ve never cum more than once, though, and you don’t know if you’re able to do it again, especially within a matter of minutes. His hands grip your hips tighter than he’s ever held you before--tight enough to leave bruises behind. His movements are so fast and rough and full that his balls slap against your clit with each thrust, only adding to your stimulation. It’s so good, but so much, too much--

You scream--actually scream--as you cum, your walls clenching impossibly tight around Clark’s cock as he continues to ram into you. His breathing grows shallower as yours stops completely. He wraps an arm around your front and pulls you against him, letting you throw your head back against his shoulder. His movements never slow; if anything, they grow faster. By the time you’re coherent again, his movements are uncoordinated and sloppy--he’s coming. You realize it a second before you feel his hot seed shoot out of him. It coats your walls and makes you feel even fuller than you already did with his cock deep inside of you. He thrusts three, four more times inside of you as he continues to cum, filling you with everything inside of him. Finally he stills. You both stay like that, struggling to catch your breath and refocus after your insane highs.

You bring a hand up to his hair and run your fingers through the smooth strands. “That was... wow, Clark.”

He kisses your neck, a loving peck. “Is that what you wanted?” You can hear the nervousness in his voice, like he’s afraid he overstepped.

You pull away from him, both of you sighing when he pulls out of you, and turn to face him. You wrap your hands around your neck and pull him down for a gentle kiss. “That was better than what I expected.”

He pulls back to look you in the eye, clearly relieved. “Really?”

You nod and bite your lip. “But you know that means I’ll want you to be rough for now one,” you giggle.

He gives you a playful look. “Oh, I’m counting on that.”

He kisses you, and even though it’s slow and loving, you feel it all the way down in your toes.

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krysalla-archive · 4 years ago

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mobile masterlist - updated 5/17/2022

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SERIES AND ONESHOTS

COMPANY - DICK GRAYSON X F!READER ***

CICATRIX - DICK GRAYSON X READER

COME AWAY WITH ME - GERALT OF RIVIA X F!READER

I’M TRANSFORMED PT 1 - JONATHAN CRANE X F!READER

PROMPT REQUESTS

BRUCE WAYNE X READER

we can’t do this kiss

what do we do now?

CLARK KENT X READER

upside down/spiderman kiss

DICK GRAYSON X READER

honey

starry-eyed

with no space left between us ***

run her hands through my hair

only blue or black days

with a hoarse voice, under the blanket

a gentle i love you followed by neck kisses

a gentle i love you whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss

routine kiss

we fell asleep on the couch together on accident

a whisper in your ear

surprise kiss

slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey

aamukaste

i had to see you again

raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly

tender eyelid and nose kisses before finally sealing the deal

velvet

DONNA TROY X READER

starry-eyed

stars ***

lingering kiss

you better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn

window & blue

JASON TODD X READER

jawline kiss

in the dark kiss

in a whisper

lightly brushing hair out of their eyes

unbuttoning or unzipping clothing

geborgenheit

KORIAND’R X READER

moonlight

POISON IVY X READER

eyelid kiss

RAY PALMER X READER

hand kiss

ANAKIN SKYWALKER X READER

a kiss on the underside of the jaw

when one of them is hurt and the other is tending to their wounds

DIN DJARIN X READER

heartbeat

ALUCARD X READER

sitting close and knees touching

JOHN WICK X READER

honey

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audreycritter · 5 years ago

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“He’s my little boy!” Dick roared. The fury was wiped off his face in the silence after, and he stumbled back, unusually graceless, as if the admission had been a physical blow.

For a long time, they stood on the roof without speaking; Dick, panting with wild eyes; Bruce, a creased brow and a startled hurt. They held each other's gaze, a silent challenge, and neither were willing to break it.

“Are you going to take him from me?” Bruce finally asked. Then, Dick dropped his head and took a long, slow breath through his gritted teeth.

“It wasn't a threat, Bruce,” Dick said, so soft and precise. He knew exactly how far his voice carried, and raised it not one degree above that.

“I…” Bruce didn't pace, didn’t run his hands through his hair or raise his arms. His body language was all in his absences, the things he didn't do. He did, though, lick his lips, and swallow, struggling for the words he wanted. He was precise in those, too, when he had time to be. Sometimes, when he didn't. “It wasn't a defense, Dick. It was a question.”

“You can't just give him up,” Dick snapped, raising his chin to glare. “He’s not a bargaining chip, or a concession, or a thing to give away. He’s a little boy and he’s your son.”

“I'm not trying to,” Bruce said evenly. Dick hated his ability to sound calm when he wasn't. “Let me be very, very clear. I'm just asking: what do you want?”

“I don't know,” Dick muttered, rubbing at his brow.

“I didn't try to keep him from you. I didn't send you away, even if he thinks I did.”

“He thinks what?” Dick’s tone neared a hushed shriek.

“What did you think he would think when you ran off?” Bruce demanded, a bit of a razor edge in his calm. “You didn't say.”

“You hypocritical ass!” Dick hissed. “You don't bother to explain things all the fucking time and now, the one time I--” he stopped himself with visible effort. “No. No, that isn't what this is about. I left because...because I knew I would be in the way. He needs time with you. He wants time with you. Why would you tell him you sent me away? All this time, I've been waiting and it's been kill-- it's been hard. That's just going to make it take longer to…”

He trailed off, his lips pressed together. His hands were trembling with the strain of keeping himself from pacing, shouting.

“I didn't tell him, Dick. He’s so sure of his place with-- of your love for him, that it was the only option that made sense, when he realized it wasn't a mission keeping you away.”

Bruce’s soft tone belied the tension in his posture. Dick studied him, carefully.

“You could have explained,” Dick said, the pointed jab clear and shining. The final word broke off, pronged to dig and stick.

“I didn't think it would improve things between us if I told him the truth. He would have seen it as criticism of you. It was an impossible situation and I chose the one I could mend alone, with an apology,” Bruce said.

“You should have told him the truth,” Dick snarled, crossing his arms. The wind, chilled since they climbed onto the roof from the attic window, picked up and caressed with an icy touch. “I worked so damn hard to get him to just trust me, to trust us. He’s not like Tim, B. He won't just keep letting it go.”

“I should have done a lot of things,” Bruce admitted, turning to look out over the darkening lawn. For the first time since he’d come back, he sounded old. Older than he should have, even-- there was something frail in that admission, something that hinted at shaking hands and walking canes and soft foods and lonely days full of regrets. Bruce took a breath, set his shoulders. “I should have lied to Tim less. There isn't an excuse.”

Dick shivered, and it wasn't the wind that made him cold. He wondered how many lifetimes Bruce had lived away from them-- how much did he remember? He hadn't even gotten to ask.

No, he hadn't asked. He hadn't asked on purpose. He’d left.

“I didn't want to get between you, like this.” Dick uncrossed his arms, and jammed his hands in his pockets. He shrugged a shoulder toward the window, though Bruce wasn't looking. “I wanted him to have the time with you that I did. That he had with me. But I don't think I did it right, and now…”

“What do you want?” Bruce asked. His voice was flat, gentle. It was the way he spoke to people waving guns, holding detonators, on ledges. Something about it said, I have no needs, no wants. The only thing that matters is what you say next.

Dick had learned that voice from him. Dick also knew Bruce would rip his own heart out and give it to Dick, if he asked. Dick opened his mouth to argue, to growl, This isn't about what I want, is the point.

Instead, he started crying.

The sob caught in his throat and then escaped with a quiet whine, and he’d done this enough times the past year to know there would be no hug. The arms he wanted around him were gone, dead and buried, and even imagining it made him feel worse.

Then, Bruce pulled him into a hug. Dick’s forehead tucked against Bruce’s shoulder, in the embrace he’d learned was gone forever and now had to learn again, and his knees buckled. Bruce held him up, on the roof, the slate tiles under Dick’s bare feet.

“I didn't want to share you,” Dick mumbled through sniffs. “I didn't want to leave him. I don't want us to be fighting.”

“I know, chum,” Bruce said softly, into his hair.

“He’s my little boy, Bruce,” Dick said, feeling torn in two. “He wants you. He needs you. But I miss him. I was all he had, and he was why I kept going. I thought it was going to be forever.”

“I know,” Bruce said, his hug tightening.

“I don't know how to fix this. I've been terrified of talking about it, about you thinking I wanted you to leave. I don't want you to be gone again.” Dick’s face was hot, and he lifted his head to feel the cold air against his cheeks. He sank to sit cross legged on the roof, and Bruce lowered himself to sit beside him.

They sat for a long time, watching the moon creep up into the sky.

“What would you have done if John had come back?” Dick asked, after the tightness in his chest and throat started to ease. He very carefully avoided looking at Bruce.

Bruce, leaning back and propped on his arms, sighed.

“I had nightmares about it, after Clark came back. I don't know.”

“Bullshit,” Dick said. “You would have handed me right over.”

“It would have killed me,” Bruce said. “But yes. He was your father.”

“There were times,” Dick said slowly, “that I would be glad they were gone, because of what I had with you. Because of what we had. And then I’d feel like a monster. I don't think I've told anyone that before, other than Donna.”

“What did she say?” Bruce sounded curious, but reserved.

“‘Sometimes, Dick, you’re an idiot,’ or something close to that. She was right, anyway.”

“You’re not an idiot,” Bruce said.

“Sometimes,” Dick said. “And sometimes I was just a confused kid, who had my life broken into two parts. There was a before, that I missed, and an after, that was its own kind of good.”

“It was good, wasn't it?”

“It is good,” Dick said. He tugged, two fingers on Bruce’s sleeve, like he used to when he was little, until Bruce looked at him. He knew he looked pleading and he didn't care. “Damian already has his life broken into before and after, Bruce. I don't want to make him go through that again. How do we...how do I...fix that. I can't be here and give it up, it'll confuse and hurt him. I don't want to take him from you, either.”

“When my parents were gone,” Bruce said, gaze flickering out to the dark lawn and treeline. “Leslie and Alfred had joint custody. They decided I should stay here. When I was fourteen, I went to stay with Leslie for the weekend and tried to sneak out to a party. I told her Alfred had given me permission to go with friends.”

“Mm?” Dick prompted, after the pause stretched on.

“She said, ‘You aren't going to that party, Bruce.’”

Dick’s smile, gentle and sudden, curved one side of his mouth. “Alfred had warned her.”

“We have to be on the same page,” Bruce said, looking at him. The look was piercing, and intense. “If we want him to feel secure, he has to know he’s going to get the same answer from either of us. You can't be his brother and his father at the same time, not like that-- if we disagree, it can't be where he can hear. It won't be easy.”

The relief was making Dick lightheaded. He would have agreed to almost anything, in that moment. “Easy peasy, B. We’ll just have to be you-know-who and you-know-who again.”

“I seem to remember a certain man insisting he’d outgrown that role,” Bruce said, a bit wryly.

“Maybe it fits again, for this,” Dick said. “I didn't ever grow out of being your partner, B. I just...got stupid for a while.”

“You weren't the only one,” Bruce said. He stood, and offered a hand to Dick. “Let's get out of this cold.”

“Is it making your old man joints stiff?” Dick teased, clambering up.

Bruce’s hand, heavy and large, cupped the back of his neck and pulled him forward to press a kiss to Dick’s temple. “You did good with him, Dick.”

He rubbed the tears out of the corners of his eyes with a knuckle and inhaled slowly.

“I don't think you know how much I needed to hear you say that.”

“I know,” Bruce said. “I’m someone’s son, too.”

#bruce wayne #batman #damian wayne #robin #dick grayson #nightwing

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qveenzie · 4 years ago

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Taking Flight

Pairing: Damian/Jon Timeline: Teenage years Summary: While at his father’s engagement party, Damian indirectly helps Jon fly for the first time.

Jon knew that this wasn't easy for Damian, considering his father was marrying someone other than his mother. Jon’s parents were completely different from Damian’s, so it was difficult to sympathize with him.

But, either way, he wanted to be there to comfort his best friend. Even if he was embarrassed.

Which probably didn’t explain why he was running an hour late. It wasn’t his fault though. When there’s someone that desperately needs the help of Superboy, he has to come through.

“You look fine, honey,” Lois assures as she and her son step out of the truck. He was checking himself out in the side mirror.

Jon looks up at his mother. “Thanks, mom,” he said as he adjusted his costume.

“She’s always right,” Clark says as he plants a kiss to the top of her head. “Now let’s get going.”

Inside the building mirrored a medieval ball. Everyone was dressed in their costumes and dancing with their partners to the music. To the side, there were tables loaded with food and others with chairs.

Lois and Clark were immediately greeted by Bruce and Selina. “I’m glad you made it,” Bruce welcomes as he places a hand on Clark’s shoulder.

“The best man is usually expected to be at the engagement party,” Clark responds as he pushes his glasses up. “I apologize for the late arrival, duty calls at the most random times.”

While they were conversing, Jon’s eyes frantically scans around the room in search of Damian, who didn’t seem to be anywhere in sight.

“Have you seen Damian?” Jon asks as soon as the adults leave room for him to speak.

“Actually, I haven’t seen him since the party started, Jonathan,” Bruce answers before taking a glance around the open room.

Jon frowns. “Thank you,” is all he says before leaving them to find Damian.

When he spots Damian’s brothers, he decides to ask them if they’ve seen him and they all give him the same answer; no. He doesn’t recognize anyone else so he doesn’t bother asking.

Eventually, he gives up and secretively uses his x-ray vision, and ends up finding who he knows is Damian, outside on the terrace.

The city is relatively quiet at this time of night, despite the traffic. The wind blows through Damian’s hair as he glances out up at the starry night sky.

Behind him, the door opens and he slowly turns his head around to see who it is. ”Kent,” the name hesitantly leaves his lips.

Jon slowly approaches him, the metal of his knight costume making a clunking noise as he took a step. Damian’s sitting on a bench in front of the garden of endless flowers.

“You look like a dork,” Damian comments simply and turns back around.

Jon lets out a short laugh as he stands beside the other boy. “Says the one in tights,” he retorts as he eyes Damian’s prince costume. He was even wearing a shiny crown. Bruce probably had picked it out for him, Jon assumes.

Damian hums in response and gazes up once again, his gloved hands placed neatly in his lap as he looks down at the ground.

Jon takes a deep breath and clears his throat before asking a question. “How’re you holding up?”

Damian’s eyes meet his gaze. “I’m fine,” he assures.

“Are you sure?” Jon asks, then adds, “I’m here if you need an ear to listen.”

Damian averts his gaze and looks up at the sky again, this time with a depressing look in his eyes. “It does not matter what I feel. What matters is my father is happy… even if it is not with my mother.”

This makes Jon frown. He’s not used to seeing this side of Damian. This is the first time Damian has opened up to him without having trouble expressing himself.

“I’m sure he cares about how you feel,” Jon says and hesitantly lays a hand on Damian’s shoulder to comfort him.

Damian glances at the hand on his shoulder and meets Jon’s gaze once again. Jon expects Damian to injure him in some way, but instead, Damian stands up to face him.

“Shouldn't you be out there having fun?” Damian asks and raises an eyebrow in question.

Jon’s hand remains as his face turns a faint shade of pink. “I… don’t know how to dance,” he quietly admits, noting that the only songs being played were slow.

“You can pick up a tractor with a single finger, but don’t know how to partner dance?” Damian questions, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

Jon sheepishly looks away and begins to remove his hand before Damian reaches out and grabs it, placing it on his hip instead. He grabs the other one as well, putting it on the other side. “If I were taller than you, your hands would be on my shoulders, but due to my unfortunate arrangement of genes, I am not,” Damian explains as he looks up to meet Jon’s gaze and proceeds to place his hands on the taller boy's shoulder. “Like this.”

The sudden closeness makes Jon’s face flush. He could feel his own heart racing inside his chest and was afraid Damian would feel it.

Damian notices his unease and backs away a little. “I am making you uncomfortable,” he states.

Jon clears his throat. “No, I’m just... embarrassed,” he admits and lets out a sigh.

“Well… don’t be,” Damian assures as he inches closer yet again. “It’s easy. You basically just sway to the music.”

Before the other boy could mutter anything, Damian takes a small step and stands on Jon’s shoes, right before resting his head on the leather tunic of his chest and closing his eyes.

Jon glances down at Damian’s face, studying it. He’s never seen such a soft expression from him before. His long black eyelashes are still and his dark skin is illuminated by the moonlight.

When Jon pulls himself from his thoughts, he focuses on the music and slowly starts to dance along with it, pulling Damian with him. He had assumed Damian would lead, but he was wrong. After he realizes that Damian is comfortable, he slowly rests his chin on the shorter boy’s head and closes his eyes.

They stay like this for a while, swaying to the music until the song begins to come to an end. Damian opens his eyes and glances down, widening them as he realizes what’s going on. He doesn’t know when it happened, but Jon was currently floating a few inches off the ground in mid air. Neither one of them had even noticed until now.

“Jonathan…?” Damian speaks up, pulling Jon out of his thoughts. This results in them safely landing back on the ground.

Jon lifts his head up to look down at Damian, a puzzled expression on his face. “What’s wrong?” he asks. Damian rarely calls him by his first name, so it must be important.

“You… still can’t fly, right?” Damian questions, meeting his confused gaze.

Jon looks away shyly. “No. Not yet, anyways,” he answers and looks up at the sky. “Why do you ask?”

Damian takes a moment to respond. The corner of his mouth twitches as it forms into a smile and he finally answers.

“No reason.”

#damijon #jondami #fluff #oneshot #my writing #supersons #slow dancing #reference to smallville

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oh-for-fic-sake · 5 years ago

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Perfect Little Size Queen

You and Clark finally do the deed you learn something about yourself in the process.

Masterlist

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut,Size difference, Oral (f), Over Stimulation

A/n:So I fell into a smut slump...Not sure why or how but damn it was not fun any who here ya go!! this might be the last Clark one for a while, got some Bruce Wayne coming and two quarantine Henry ones and J/LxTeen...and just a quick question how do you feel about a possible ddlg Homelander series? been toying with that any way Enjoy xx

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Perfect Little Size Queen You giggled stealing kisses all the way home in the cab, he chuckled clearing his throat when he noticed the driver watching in the mirror then pulled back from you, following you settled your head on his chest grinning up at him, you were over the moon, he had chose you, he loved you and it made you feel on top of the world. "So you feel better now?" You nodded shyly then nuzzled Into his chest poking your nose into the open top buttons kissing his chest making him groan a little. He pulled your knees across his placing you on his lap even in thin position you bearly reached his eye level. He smirked at you holding you close to his chest letting you leave small kisses and nips on his neck peeling back the collar of his shirt dragging your tongue playfully along the revealed skin sucking small opened mouth kisses making him tense then lowered his mouth to your ear clasping your hips tight.

"Carefull with your teasing baby, you might get more than you bargined for" You shivered then nipped at his nose a little

"You promise?" He pulled back shaking his head

"Just keep pushing babe" you bit your lip and nodded grinding down on his lap earning a hushed grunt as his cock stiffened twitching against your ass...Oh he was going to make you pay for that when you got back, biting back a chuckle two could play at this game he wrapped his arm around your waist tugging the tight pencil skirt of the dress up your legs as far as it could go slipping his hand between your legs holding your thigh then pressed higher further up your leg the skirt tightened trapping your legs around his hand as he moved his wrist making sure his thumb tucked tightly against your mound teasing your folds lightly as you grinded making you gasp and freeze stopping your light rocking he smiled kissing your jaw.

"Whats the matter?" whatever you was going to say was cut of by a gasp as he pressed harder thumb slipping past your folds to rest on your tight engorged clit, flushed you opted to stay still for the rest of the ride home, he however did not choosing to flick his thumb every now and then catching your clit with soft flicks making you arch into him, but he caught you every time tucking you back into place shaking his head at you as he tortured you curling his pointer finger back and forth slipping it tight against your dripping little hole.

"C-Clark I'm sorry-please I am stop" he huffed a laugh as you arched and wriggled again trying to loosen your skirt that bound your legs together tightly around his hand but it was no use his wrist had hiked up the hem and you couldn't escape his wandering fingers without ripping the seam of the dress, which was already fighting for dear life against his strong fore arm that was pulling at it. you whined when he laughed at you.

"Fucking yank!" he really did laugh at that

"Not very lady like was it love?"

"Fuck you!" you growled at him having just about enough of his teasing he smiled

"I intend to love" you all but melted as he twitched his fingers again tilting his hand to run the pads of his fingers against you rubbing slow tight circles around on your lips parting them and pressing one single pad to your clenching hole leaving it there still as you moved lightly your walls tried to capture him through the thin fabric of of your panties and he laughed again retreating slightly the pressed hard swiping over the ring of muscle in once slow hard press then pulled back fully tugging down your dress to thanking the driver. You'd arrived at the apartment Clark quickly paid for the cab then shuffled you out onto unsteady legs you blushed red as he righted you standing behind you ushering you into the building. You grunted hissing at Clark as he shoved you face first into the door your hands fumbled with your bag as you tried opening it to retrieve his keys he smiled against your neck pressing harder your breasts firm against the wood. Your gasp became a whine when he grinded into your ass tucking below you thrusting up forcing your back to arch letting you rest on his hips ,his cocks outline threatening and teasingly, tucked into the seam of your cheeks he wound an arm across your hips holding you against him.

"Need some help love?" he said pulling a hand up to help diving in finding the keys to his home you cursed placing both palms flat to the door keening as his voice became a low vibration hummed into the skin of your neck making your skin rise in goose bumps your bag slid into the crook of your elbow he moved his hips slowly angling them he chuckled against your spine making you shiver then moved forward unlocking the door lifting you up making sure you didn't fall into the hall. you found your self pushed into the hall hearing him kick the door behind you closed hard enough it making the walls shake he cursed quietly to himself willing himself to calm down and keys hit the floor. You giggled at him as his hands found your body exploring in long firm sweeps of his hot palms smoothing and digging at your body as his hot eager tongue lather's your neck in slow drawn out swipes of his you mewled rocking into him panting already,pulling back he spun you to face him so fast that you was all but spun out of your heels now standing flat on the cool wooden floor soothing the ache in the soles of your feet, you both took a second taking each other in pupils blown wide and breathing heavy he moved again stalking forward backing you up against into the sideboard that sat behind the sofa quick fingers finding his buttons as he craned his neck down and kissed your open mouth heating your mouth tongue tasting of the sweet wine he'd been drinking all night it was an addictive taste, one hand came up prying your wrap from your shoulder dragging your bag as he slipped it down your arm dropping both onto the sofa behind you. You moaned into his mouth raising your arms to help free him of his shirt pulling it across his shoulders letting it fall from his arms somewhere behind him tentatively you brought your hands back up skimming his chest then locked your fingers at the back of his neck pulling him closer you both pulled back for air, eyes locking before wandering across his chest he had a small smattering of hair that flowed down in a thin line highlighting the best abs you'd ever seen, the muscles rolled further still to a deep v that directed you to a dark patch of hair that joined the thin streak from his chest. With a cheeky grin he slowly placed his hand on your back tugging the zip down slowly ghosting his other hand behind it eagerly tracing the soft skin following slipping under the fabric caressing the skin making you shiver as he raised goose bumps on your skin slipping the dress down as he went finally stopping at your waist where the belt was holding it snug to your slim waist you moved to release the buckled but he batted you away smirking then whispered in your ear

"Ah Ah this is mine to unwrap" he said leaving a light kiss on your neck then tugged harshly nearly pulling you off the floor completely you moaned gasping when you flooded your panties at the raw strength he showed as he tugged again freeing the buckle then he lowered the zip fully taking it to your ass he pulled gently not wanting to rip the material shimmying you out of the tight dress letting it fall in a heap on the floor as much as he loved you in the dress he prefered you like this naked bar your sheer panties, perfect mounds of soft flesh each crowned with dusky pink nipples hard and aching for attention. He groaned taking a step forward kicking the dress and belt far behind him with one foot, any self doubt you had was gone he looked eager and awed by you drinking you in heaving deep breaths moving a trembling hand to your chest you shivered as he grazed a finger on the underside of your breast taking a sharp breath as your nipple tightened visibly without warning next thing you new you were placed on the sideboard legs dangling and he was standing between admiring your breasts lavishing them with gentle touches making you gasp and moan quietly just as he went to dive in you stopped him placing the tips of your nails on his abdomen.

"One second, I have to get this off first love" he tilted his head questioningly then shivered as you raked your nails over his chest much like you did to his back at night. you moved slow untying your bandanna letting it fall to the sofa then began pulling out the bobby pins that held your hair up, Clark moved delicately helping with the last few shaking his head at the small mountain of clips your hair was hiding then you dropped them into a small bowl on the sideboard that had been for keys you moved to rake your fingers through your hair only to have him beat you to it. You moaned as his huge hands lightly combed your hair massaging your sore scalp.

"You like that?" you nodded melting under his firm but gentle fingers loosening your hair fighting away the ache that came after a well secured vintage style, finally he pulled away letting your hair fall in softer curls around your face he moved to cup your face leaving a long kiss on your lips then moved a hand behind you gathering the hair at your nape puling you back you flailed your arms and legs as your ass nearly slipped off the wood only for his groin to stop you pressing on yours, you moaned your thin sheer panties doing nothing to shield his dress pants from your aching core your cheeks heated you knew that you were going to leave a wet spot again but couldn't care less as his free hand returned to your chest pinching at your nipples trying to pull them from you making them harder than they've ever been you grabbed his shoulders wanting something to anchor yourself to him. He pulled away undoing his dress pants stepping out of them

"Your so beautiful" the words were whispered against your lips breathless and sincere

"And you are the most stunning man I've ever met" he kissed you looking up smiling at him you held your arms out to him

"Clark take me to bed" he grinned

"Yes ma'am" you laughed at the country slur he cast a cheeky grin and scooped you up not needing to turn on the light he made his way through the apartment bouncing you across his cock with each step making your toes curl as your lips wandered to his upper chest sucking harshly intent on leaving as many marks as you could on him while you could. He placed you in the middle of the bed crouching over you tilting your hips up dragging your panties down realizing that he’d have to move away to pull them off he grinned against you ear and tore them you pulled back from his chest leaving your nice new red mark as you felt the fabric give way.

"C-Clark really?" he laughed shrugging moving back shifting dropping his own boxers.

"They were in my way" you scoffed

"Suppose I should be grateful my dress survived then huh? muscle man?" he laughed tugging you down the bed standing up at the foot of the bed

"Well it was touch and go for a while, was going to make a nice split in the cab but I want to see you in it again some time" you laughed loud as he crawled onto the bed settling on his knees between your legs you both stopped for a moment panting taking a second to calm down a little drinking each other in. You flushed eyes dropping to his impressive length bobbing between his powerful thighs an almost frightening looking cock, thick and angry looking a dark red and veiny you shivered in anticipation he had a huge purple tip that looked ready to do some damage, you almost felt sorry for your poor little cervix already knowing it was 'cruising for a bruising' his cock bobbed every now and then rising proud hitting his stomach leaving small wet patches as he was already weeping his tight muscles tense ready to fuck you into oblivion. you shied away a little he was big and you were tiny, only now trying to think of exactly how this was going to work. Sensing your trepidation he moved over you kissing you lightly then ghosted his nose across your neck whispering in your ear.

"You'll be fine babe I promise, we will go slow please trust me" you tilted your head to his nodding the hissed a breath.

"I-I'm not that experienced....had sex but only twice and they were.....nothing like you boys really I thought I could just suck it up but...." you looked down ashamed but Clark felt his heart burst he felt eager to show you, teach you all the different things he could do to you.

"Then we can explore together....I've never been with someone so tiny but we will just be careful" you nodded whining a little he pulled back hiking your legs high dropping to his stomach you yelped at the sudden move you flushed as he widened your legs pulling your outer lips apart making you leak onto his sheets you flexed feeling the cool air on your opening he bit his bottom lip then moved in making you screech as he lapped at your swollen clit he tucking his hands over your thighs as you tried closing them tugging harshly making sure to hold back but still not leaving you any wiggle room you were here now at his mercy and he would force you to stay that way until he saw fit.

"Ah-OH GOD! Clark I've never-UUHHH SHIT YESyesyesyes please I cant-ClaaAARKAH!" you tired arching as the tip of his tongue rolled around your clit playfully prodding and swiping hard and soft in no particular pattern just a random incredible rhythm, you threw your head back moaning when he finally lapped at your clenching hole swiping over it in hard strokes catching your clit each time you felt yourself weeping onto his waiting tongue he grunted pulling you firmer to his mouth diving in sucking obscenely humming into you, you blushed feeling your walls latching onto him.

"AH~F-fuuck Clark oo-ugh pleasepleaseplease I-IcANT OHOHSHIT CLAAARRK!" you cried out as he held you still feasting on you growling into you making you gasp as hes low tone vibrated you making you shiver then he pulled back to nip at your clit again you tried bucking again but to no avail digging your feet into the mattress trying to find purchase you screamed then his teeth left a harsh imprint on the base of your clit pulling it through his teeth, a hand snuck up into you thrusting one then two finally adding a third he spread them apart inside stretching you beyond what you thought you were capable of you cried throwing your head side to side as the fingers explored as he sucked on your clit watching you try to fight his hold made his cock weep onto the sheets below him, he was sure he'd cum across them if he didn't hurry up, determined to make you cum he used his little cheat pulling away he looked across your pelvis then activated his x-ray vision and smirked as he peered into your body trying to locate the small patch of nerves that would really make you scream, quickly he found it then moved back down to your clit latching on with a deathlike grip suckling and flicking it with his tongue angling his fingers up and to the left, a loud gruntal moan was his reward for finding it finally with a loud scream you trembled unable to control yourself as you released over his face confused as hell as it had come out of no where, he didn't stop right away far to happy lapping at you growling low into you making you twitch.

"NonoNONOno please thats- SHIT CLARK that’s enough pleaseplease FUUUUUCK!" you screeched loud and high trying to buck him off unable to fight the grip he had on you you cried tears falling as the over stimulation became a hot sting on your clit as you could only lay there trembling sobbing and begging him to relent you moaned panting short heavy puffs of air unable to get enough in your lungs eventually he did stop smirking at you when he saw your body trembling still.

"So I hope you enjoyed that....because you taste amazing and that will be a regular thing" you sighed relieved when he'd pulled back sitting up licking his lips you laid your arms across your head still trying to catch your breath

"Fuck you and your mouth" he laughed smug

"I think you'll find you fucked my mouth first love" he grinned catching the leg you tried to kick out at him with then kissed the calf with a chuckle before collecting the other one placing your knees at his shoulders dragging your ass down the bed resting his heavy cock on your mound he groaned looking at just how far he was going to reach before you could catch your breath he moved quickly placing the head of his cock at your tiny opening you flinched moving your arm away he moved forward your knees slipping to his elbows he placed his arms just over your shoulders he leaned down letting his weight press down onto you as he let your core kiss him lightly you looked at him uncertain but was to lost from your orgasm to do much else settling to lean up and kiss him giving him your own form of encouragement. He looked down double checking smiling you were exactly as he wanted you slowly he breached you, guiding himself into your hot tight body grunting hissing between his teeth you molten walls snatching him trying to suckle him deeper already, your eyes widened at the feeling of him barely inside but causing a delicious burn you arched a little then forced yourself to relax he kissed you curling over you resting his head against yours pressing a little slipping deeper you panted as he buried himself further forcing your body to accept him whining finding the burning sting addictive something about being forced to take him in his entirety made you weak some female weakness you didn't quite understand, you moaned breathlessly when you felt yourself being full slowly inch by inch. He watched you carefully ready to pull back at the first sign of true pain but for now he relished in the feel of you squeezing him tight causing the tiny pain he craved for a truly mind blowing orgasm watching with wide eyes unable to believe the pleasure you found in his painful looking penetration, the deeper he went to wider your mouth fell open gasping silent cries trying to escape but couldn't seem to leave your throat you arched again swallowing more and more of him, he couldn't look away as your fingers clawed at the sheets below you. You panted quick breaths then seemed to hold your breath he stopped thinking this was your limit as your legs tensed

"A-Are you okay love do you want me to-"

"IF you stop now your a fucking dead man" you growled out throwing your head back panting he froze unsure what to do so you did it for him pressing yourself down onto him more, he grunted shifting himself higher tensing his hands as he pressed harder hitting something deep making you grunt and moan.

"Fuck! CLARK! please so that again! oh god" he hissed through his teeth feeling you clench him he pulled back slowly then moved forward bumping into it again a quick use of his eye he saw it was in fact your cervix he had hit he cursed a little, it was tempting, to tempting to just rut up into you impale you deeper than you'd ever experienced a deep part of him all to eager to fuck you like he had dreamed, to coat your deepest depths with his seed making sure you felt him dripping for days. He shuddered groaning shaking his head, no he could hurt you, next time or the time after. You moaned arching up to him as he laid closer his pubic bone grazing your sore clit making you hiss a little he smiled down at you.

"You okay there?" you blushed nodding

"Yeah its... your big it stings-pulls?but, I like it feels like- nevermind" he smirked tilting his head at you grunting as your walls pulled at him again

"No tell me love" you trembled shaking your head he moved down resting his head on yours

"OH someones embarrassed now I really want to know" you looked at him flustered

"L-Like I'm owned, and I like it" then turned your head pouting a bit waiting for him to laugh at you

"Good because I cant wait to claim you, to own you and mark you from the inside, Ah you really like that, I can tell, your trying to suck me in" you whined closing your eyes feeling your blood rush to your face, you couldn't help it his words just did something to you, he chuckled a little then moved in kissing you slowly before bracing himself on his hands pulling back then began to thrust into you, you moved grunting as he massaged your walls one hand gripped his thigh feeling the strong muscle work as he started to feel more at ease thrusting faster building you up for another incredibly mind numbing orgasm you held on to him as he moaned and panted growling in your ear.

"F-FUck thats SOO GOOD shit baby YESYESYES UGH I can’t shit babe fuck ugh ugh your so perfect,better then i thought" you cried out as his cock rubbed against the spot he had found earlier pelvis flicking against your clit, you tensed and screamed as he pounded away losing himself inside you he moved higher pushing your legs further back then you felt it you panicked for a second but not long as he bottomed out you let out a high moan as he fucked up into your cervix the pain and pleasure rolled into one and seemed to be just what you needed as your body shuddered around him trying to milk you came over him he didn't seem to notice he hissed to lost to realize what had just happened only knowing that something had trapped the head of his cock and wasn't letting go, he moaned deep in his chest panting and desperate continuing to rut up into that painfully tight ring you cried out as his assault drove you right into another climax.

"Fuckfuckfuck-CLaAARK PLEEAASE...I-I cant take-ANYMORE shit-ITS TO MUCH FUCKAHAHAAHH!" you couldn't stop the third climax a boiling rush of heat hitting al, of your nerves at once making you tense screaming out for more your walls coiled around him clenching trying to make sense of the man who continued fucking you deep into the bed your body was alive or dying you couldn't really tell by this point sobbing as your tired muscles continued to endure his lust, he was chasing his own powerful end determined to feed you his load as deep as he could grunting as you squeezed him your body wanting to hold him still and force him to cum to put an end to his cruel mastery of your body, finally he thrust forward balls pressing tight against your ass you felt them pull taught against you as he started to unload into you he huffed a laugh groaning loud feeling his cum leave him in think spurts grunting at the force he opened his eyes he lost control not only releasing his cum inside of you but also his restraint burning two holes into the wood of the bed only just capturing it before it reached the wall he panicked for a second thinking you'd seen but that was forgotten as he saw you had your eyes squeezed shut tightly as you released one final time alongside him twisting below his hips as he rubbed against your clit with every breath. you opened your lust hazed eyes moaning at him. He panted laughing sitting up running his hands through his hair, that was the best sex he ever had, never and he meant never had he lost control so much or came so hard, he even doubted he could go again yet, which was definitely saying something. you smiled moving a hand to him walls still twitching around holding him still, he lowered himself over you again letting you legs fall down around his. you hissed as they did the new angled making your insides hurt from the way he'd stuffed you full.

"Your a prick you know that? I mean what am I meant to do now?"you groaned he froze unsure if you were upset with him and if so why you sensed his anxiety and giggled at him.

"Fucking ruined me for other men! I mean how fucking dare you Clark Kent? turn me into a size queen!! you ablosute brute-" you broke of into peels of laughter as he tickled you smothering you with kisses

"Well how about that then? my very own perfect little Size queen" he winked making you blush as he pressing his weight on you again making you groan and spasm around him again

"Fuck and your still trying to suck me in deeper babe!" you whined embarrassed it wasn't like you could help it...It just happened he chuckled then pulled back gently easing himself out in one long slow tug you hissed at him tender and sensitive there was a deep pop before he was fully released he was still slow as he freed himself from you looking down he hissed a little you looked...very sore and swollen he felt guilty especially when there was a smug surge of pride as he gazed at your thoroughly fucked pussy, you watched him seeing his expression change you didn't want to look you didn't have to...You knew, instead you pulled his face up to you smiling.

"I love you honey...Don't worry about it I loved every second" you pulled him down to lay flush against you placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"I love you to so much, that was the best sex I've ever had" you flushed at him.

"Well I don't see how I just sort of laid there....sorry" he moved beside you tucking you up into his arms kissing your head.

"Don't apologize babe it was wow mind blowing, besides I don't think you could have kept up with me" you rolled your eyes at him resting against his chest.

"Clark? whats wrong?" he tugged the blanket over you

"...Are you okay? I didn't hurt you?" You shook your head at him yawning.

"No.....Bit sore but in a good way....I'm on the pill by the way....Just thought I'd mention that" he gave a fake pout

"So all that cum gone to waste?" You nipped at his nipple by your head making him twist away and laugh.

"Hey no biting!" you smirked and tried again he rolled his eyes as your teeth missed biting air, you closed your eyes and snuggled into him again.

"...No where near ready for kids....In my life or this relationship" He smiled rubbing your back a little his warm hand soothing your worn out muscles, you moaned and slouched over him more giving him access to more of your back he took the hint bringing his other hand up letting the tips of his fingers trace over it even in your drowsy state you could tell he was writing his name over and over you smiled, his low voice reverberated through your chest as he spoke making you melt.

"I know that I was teasing, come on get some sleep you look fucked..." there was a pause before you both snorted chuckling at his words you peeked an eye open lazily.

"Really?" he shrugged laying his head back genuinely tired slinging an arm across your back holding you close it wasn't long before your breathing slowed and you was asleep he sighed content then looked above him to the two singed holes he had left, that would have to be controlled...but for now he was just glad you hadn't noticed....or been in his sights. He would have to watch it some part of him hoped it was just because it was his first time with you, contrary to what you might have thought he was very nervous about having sex with you and thought he may have lost that tightly held control in some mix of relief and pleasure. Telling himself it was a one off...A fluke either way it had to be addressed if it happened again he may find that he has to explain the whole superman thing and really he would prefer to keep it a secret a little while longer. Closing his eyes he shimmied down into the pillows letting the rhythm of your heart beat lull him to sleep.

You woke up bleary eyed not sure for a second where you was rolling over you grimanced when you laid in a large wet spot cursing then blushed a little as last night came rushing back, you moved over looking across the bed Clark wasn't here moving your hand you felt it was cold so where ever he was he had been there for a while, sitting up you winced holding onto your tummy curling your torso slightly, you were sore....very sore you looked down out of curiosity and noticed how red you was...swollen there was no denying what you'd been up to the night before, you spun around letting your feet dangle off the side of the bed then turned your head trying to listen out for Clark .Ah shower. You got up on shaky feet grunting softly when you stood up fully, you felt like you had period cramps and pulled muscles all in one...But would you do it again fuck yes! absolutely....Just not today. you slowly made your way to the bathroom seeing his huge frame in the shower.

"Fucking-shit OH GOD BABE! yes....UGGHH Y/N!yesyesYESSSUGHUHUHUH!" you flushed he was faced away from you but you knew exactly what he was doing as his back tensed moving harshly into his hand, you licked your lips the thought of him having to sneak away to sort himself out made you shiver feeling thoroughly pleased and smug, you'd done that to this gorgeous man and fuck if you wasn't proud of your self, he groaned cursing before spreading his legs again moving his arm again, you crept up behind him stepping into the shower behind him placing a hand on his back.

"Need help babe?" he scoffed tilting his head to you as you poked your head around him

"Well it is your fault~" he said with raised eyebrows he noticed you moving slow and wincing a little and frowned.

"Are you okay? shit I knew I was to much hold on there-" you waved your hand at him dismissively.

"Whats the point of sex if you don't feel it for a few days after...Hey Clark look at me love....You haven't hurt me okay? don't worry, I mean fuck sake we're designed to pop out kids a little rough sex is fuck all now stay still I want to help" he didn't look convinced moving his hands to your hips as you stood in front of him slowly reaching out cupping him gently he hissed and arch into your cool hand. You smiled moving your hand across him circling him relishing in the harsh throb of his cock he couldn't help releasing a loud moan, you noticed he was covered in his own release making you raise your brows a bit.

"Oh baby~ how long have you been in here struggling with this? you should have called me" he whined in his throat nodding he really should have. you moved twisting your wrist as you went and brought your other hand below him tickling the underneath with your nails being careful not to scratch him he grunted pressing both his palms to the tiles either side of you with a wet slap you giggled teasing him then sped up but not enough to let him come just yet holding him firmer in your hands one hand moving to his balls rolling them around massaging your fingers in slow circles then squeezing, he grunted thrusting into your hand panting and biting his lip trying to hold in his high moans his face began flushing red as he moved closer to you his weeping head tapping at you stomach making him throw his head back crying out you joined him.

"That’s it baby....Oh love are you going to cum?...will you cum for me Clark you know you want to just let go love, I can see your ready to....You can paint my stomach I promise I wont mind you getting me all messy....baby oh its not enough is it?" he shook his head begging breathlessly for you to make him cum, you watched as the red flush he had built up in his face seeped down to his chest as his muscled quivered, you tutted and ran your thumb across his tip letting your nail just graze his slit making his hips stutter giving you total control again.

"Wow you really are sensitive.....I know maybe this will help~" you grinned evilly deciding to push him a little further you moved your hand from his balls and directed the shower spray to cover your hand he mewled loud into the room knees nearly buckling as the water sprayed over his cock adding to the pleasure that wracked his body.

"PL-please I need it to-FUCK HURt make it hurt I CAN'T FUCK" he moved his head resting it on the tiles above you..Hurt? you gulped he wanted it to hurt you licked your lips as he trembled hanging his head low panting down on to you as you began working him faster with both hands, this has got to be the hottest thing you'd ever seen in your life, he grunted trying to keep pace but shook his head.

"NO! y/n nononono its-its to much ohGOD FUCK NO BABE pleaseplease I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum fuckfuckfuck!" you smiled holding his base tight squeezing pressing his tip pinching it harshly letting your nails dig in a little to give him the pain he had begged for and dragged it across your stomach.

"Cum! Cum for me Clark now!" he moaned hips unsteadily trying to fuck your hands as he cried out panting as he covered your stomach he panted growling unable to stop as he seemed to loose control, ropes of cum drenching your soft skin he let his head fall to yours as you looked up at him his eyes were closed body trembling, he looked sated and unsteady. You giggled moving to wrap your arms around him in case he decided to stack it.

"Hey...You alright there honey?...You know if you fall there is no way I cant support you, you big lug.... I mean I'd try but we'd both end up on our ass with a broken bone or two then we'd have to call an ambulance somehow....I don't want other people to see me naked..." he laughed moving his hair from his eyes moving to hold you tight against him growling into your shoulder.

"Neither do I.....I'm flattered you'd at least try to catch me tho...Lets clean you up,Ive made a bit of a mess.." you raised an eyebrow and looked at the soiled wall beside you.

"yeah... should probably clean that up to" he blushed shrugging

"Couldn't help it....You were grinding on my in your sleep....Humping really you were having a good dream I think." you gasped at him turning red making him laugh

"I WAS FUCKING NOT!! don't try to blame me for you being a-a fucking turbo spunk machine!and your mum called you a gentleman!!" he held you closer laughing then spun you around using the shower spray to wash away his cum from you and the wall before lathering up a cloth with a sweet smelling fruity soap running it over you washing you making you relax as his washing became more of an all over massage you shivered as he moved to your breast cupping them being very thorough teasing your nipples a little then moving on you whined when he ran the cloth over your red folds hissing as even the lightest touch made you squirm he sighed kissing your shoulder then moved you tilting your head back under the spray he moved collecting your hair lathering shampoo into it using his fingertips to really scrub your scalp clean you had to press onto the wall to stop from falling over as you pressed your head back into his hands moaning you melted under his fingers it was over to quick when he rinsed your hair then it was your turn taking the cloth you lathered it with a clean smelling gel let you take over washing him you'll admit you spent longer on his ass then needed but...It was a great ass and you hadn't got much time grabbing it... So it wasn't your fault you sighed content rubbing his thighs not really wanting to stop enjoying yourself taking your time tracing your hands across every hard muscle you could find and there was a lot... finally you couldn't draw it out anymore you tilted your head holding the shampoo bottle looking up at him....How the fuck? you blinked at him you needed up.

"Up" he raised a brow at your demand crossing his arms at you

“I’m sorry what?” you sighed stomping your foot holding out your arms

“up now? please” he shook his head and smiled before lifting you up letting you wrap your legs around him you winced a little but kept with it.

"Can you reach now?" you smiled leaning in to kiss him sweetly

"Yes thank you babe, just realized your going to come in handy...your going to have to come shopping with me...what's it like being able to reach the top shelf?" he shook his head at you

"Tell you what next time we go shopping I'll lift you up and you can see for yourself, how does that sound?"

"Embarrassing but I’m in yolo and all that, and they tell you off when you climb to!" he chuckled then held still as you squeezed out some shampoo dropping the bottle carelessly on the floor causing an obscenely loud bang making him sigh.

"What I've got a job to do" you moved his head back then smoothed his hair back he sighed as your nails raked through his hair scratching his scalp as you worked the shampoo threw his dark locks you laughed at to look on his face reminding you of a cat getting head scratches eyes closed and thoroughly enjoying himself you shook your head as you rinsed him off.

"There we go babe all done" he kissed you deeply moaning into you tangling his tongue with yours you clutched at him then winced as you shifted your pussy throbbing. Pulling back you smiled reassuringly to him.

"How about a lazy day today? well lazy I've got one final chapter to finish, about three pages? then send it off to my publisher to check" he nodded leaving the shower turning it off before wrapping you up in two large fluffy towels fresh from the heated towel rack. It wasn't long before you found yourself in one of his shirts lounging on the sofa watching tv nuzzling into him breathing him in content.

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Chapter # 6 Foggy Fears

Platonic Yandere Dc x reincarnated Reader

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Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 (You are here)

I realized at that moment that there are some whose dread of human beings is so morbid they yearn to see monsters of ever more horrible shapes.

- Junji Ito

(Once again, this chapter was changed quite a bit.)

!!TW!! Death, Blood, Car accident, Sudden switch from first person to second person.

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'Dinner was too quiet.' Louis thought as she picked up the plates from the table, slowly bringing them to the sink.

'How could I have missed it?' She thought as she began to scrub the plate in her hand. 'She's my daughter. How could I have not seen it?'

Her grip tightened on the plate, her acrylic nails painfully dug into the plate. 'Am I such a horrible mother that I couldn't even notice my daughter ███ █████ ██?'

Snap

Louis looks down at her broken nail, a stinging pain accompanying the sudden loss of her red nail.

"Mom?"

Louis jumps, quickly turning her head and letting out a sigh of relief when she sees Jon. Placing a hand on her chest, she gives Jon a shaky smile, "Oh, Jon, be careful you almost gave your mother a heart attack."

Jon simply nods, as if not hearing his mother, "Um, Conner is... here." He muttered.

Louis's smile drops briefly before returning with a strained one, "Oh? Really? Well invite him in, it's been forever since he's come to visit."

Giving his mother a concerned look, Jon makes his way back out of the kitchen.

Louis sighs as soon as Jon leaves, running a hand through her hair.

"It's all my fault," She whispered, "It's all my fault..."

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The movie had ended, though Y/n barely noticed. All she could think about was how... ѳЧҭ ѳf ҁћӓГӓҁҭЭГ Clark had acted during the car ride. This wasn't the calm, happy-go-lucky superhero Y/n grew up with in the comics, he seemed so different. More stressed and less stable the Clark Kent from the comics. It all led to one thought;

If he's like this, how would he react if he found out about her reincarnation?

'I just want to go home.' Y/n ran a hand through her hair, her thoughts made her feel guilty, was she being ungrateful? Was Y/n even really Y/n? What if she just took over this Y/n's body? Was it her fault Clark's 'daughter' was gone?

What if he found out-

"Y/n? Are you ok? The credits ended a while ago." Clark's hand on Y/n's shoulder felt like fire. "Let's get going, okay?" Clark said softly, dipping his head down to look into Y/n's eyes. "I'm sure Bruce (the prick) is anxious to have you back at the manor."

With a hesitant nod, Y/n stands up slowly. "Yeah... You're right, we should go." Clark smiles warmly, complete 180 from earlier. "Before that, I was hoping we could stop by the store on our way back." Clark rubs the back of his neck bashfully, "I might have promised your mother to get groceries while I was out, and the market is on the way to Bruces Mansion." His eyes seem to light up, "Oh! They might even have that snack you like so much! We can pick it up as well."

Y/n nods, "Yeah, I don't mind,"

Clark's smile widens, "Great! Let's get going then!"

Sighing, Y/n follows Clark to his car,

'DC has Walmarts?' Y/n thought as she followed Clark into the supermarket.

The Walmart looked normal for the most part, there didn't seem to be too many people (probably because it was relatively late and this was still Gotham). Clark grabs a cart before heading into the supermarket, Y/n following closely behind, immediately he heads over to the dairy section browsing the milk and cream aisle.

"What's your favorite creamer?"

Looking over to Clark, Y/n raises a bow "Hmm?" she hums confused. Clark smiles, "I figured I could get some while we're here for when you go back to Bruce."

An 'ooh' escapes Y/n's mouth before turning to get a better look at the creamers. In Y/n old life, she honestly preferred sweet things and would often put way too much creamer in her coffee, but as of late she's been enjoying less sweet things.

"Mmm, I think I'm good for now," Y/n responded, not missing the way Clark frowned.

"Oh."

Clark grabs a few things before leaving, and you awkwardly follow behind him.

The rest of the shopping trip continues like this, Y/n felt like tearing her hair out, it was just so awkward and uncomfortable. Eventually, the pair ended up in the electronic section of the store.

"- game you really like!" Clark's voice bleeds into existence, breaking Y/n's train of thought. Glancing over, Y/n sees Clark holding a bootleg version of Minecraft. "Y/n? Did you hear me?" Clark frowns a bit, his eye's losing that spark again. "Y/n. I know you have a lot on your mind, but you-"

"AAHHHHHHH!!!"

You and Clark jump at the sudden scream, Clark's eyes quickly scan the store for the source of the screaming.

"OH GOD-"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"THEY'RE IN MY HEAD, MAKE THEM STOP!"

More and more screams start popping up, Clark quickly pulls you close to him and you can feel your heart pounding. What was going on??

"MY SKIN IS BURNING, I'M BURNING ALIVE!"

"I'M FALLING, I CAN'T STOP FALLING!"

"SPIDERS!"

A mist seems to slowly cover the ground, screams of desperation continue to fill the air, only growing more and more unsettling.

"Shit," Clark mutters, he grips your shoulders and swiftly turns you around to face him.

"Y/n. You need you listen to me." His voice was serious, "No matter what you see, it's not real. Do you understand? It's. Not. Real."

Y/n's eyes widen, Fear Gas, the mist was fear gas! This was bad! Very very bad! Unlike Clark, Y/n wasn't immune which meant Y/n was about to experience the full effect of the gas.

"Y/n! Y/n just remember! It's not real- it- ot- rea-"

The world seems to blur as a burning sensation enters Y/n's lungs.

You sigh tiredly as you walk along the worn-down sidewalk, comic book in hand. It had been a long day, and all you wanted to do was go home and rest. Stopping at the crosswalk, you take a few glances from side to side, you never know when a truck could just barrel through you because you didn't look.

You step onto the asphalt road.

Your heart was pounding for some strange reason, it suddenly became really hard to breathe. A loud honk rings in the air. Looking to your left, you see a dark blue truck heading towards you, its headlights illuminating a path where you were dead center.

The vehicle's driving was so erratic, you didn't know which way to run. Ultimately, whichever direction you chose didn't matter. The result would undoubtedly have been the same.

The impact was fast, you didn't feel anything at first.

It didn't last very long, though.

You lay on the asphalt road, gasping for air, trying to gain back all the air knocked out of you. That didn't do so well for your broken ribs, of course. The taste of blood indicates that some of your teeth might be missing, based on your guess.

You can't see much of your surroundings either. Aside from that dark blue truck's headlights blinding you, your vision was growing dark.

For a brief moment, you could see the man step out of his truck and go over to you. Then, everything in the world went dark.

"-waking up! She's waking up!" a boyish voice rings in Y/n's ear. A pounding headache seems to accompany her as she slowly sits up in her bed.

A few seconds after Clark enters her room. He looked around until he spotted the suitcase next to her closet, he went over and started to put her belongings in it.

"We are leaving." Clark states firmly, "And tomorrow you and I will be having a talk about what you saw." He seemed upset, extremely upset.

Clark... where are we going?" Y/n asked, though she already knew his answer.

"It's dad, not Clark, Y/n." That was all Clark said as he dragged you downstairs towards the manor's doors.

Bruce was standing by the door with a perplexed look on his face. He seemed stressed and a bit frustrated. Looking over, Bruce glared at Clark, quickly walking in front of him as if to intercept him, but Clark just pushed him aside.

"Clark put her down, we need to talk about this! Her condition could get worse!" Clark ignored him and walked out the door to his car, Bruce hot on his tail.

"I don't need a man who puts his children through hell and back to lecture me or tell me how to parent my kid Bruce." Clark and put you in the car with the suitcase. Then he got in himself and started the car.

"How about you start focusing on how not to kill your own kids before you start worrying about mine"

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Jon gasps. This... this couldn't be right. It was... no it was impossible! But... it was, it was here and it was possible. This changes everything...

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Winter in Kansas [80s AU] 2/2

previously: Bruce managed to sit on the bed for a full five minutes, hands held carefully in each other and breathing slowly, heart steadying, before he locked it in place.

And he left the room, footsteps quiet as he could make them on the carpet, and went back downstairs.

Clark wasn't there, but his parents were. Jon was in front of the TV drinking a cup of coffee while Martha hovered behind him, both talking about expected snow before they saw Bruce

“Hey honey, can I getcha something?” She asked.

Bruce’s mother had been dark-haired, like him, not blond and graying like Martha. It helped. Even if he'd been hoping to catch Jon.

“...I was wondering if I could ask some stuff outside?” he said softly.

Snitches get stitches. But these two knew. He was just entering the circle. Just confirming.

The two of them shared a look. Like they knew exactly what this was about.

Jon sighed and set his coffee down before getting it of his chair. “Sure, Bruce. Lemme just get my shoes on.”

Bruce nodded, waiting patiently and not making more sound than he absolutely had to for the few moments it took.

He saw the look. He knew what it meant, too.

At the very least, he wouldn't have to ease into this.

Once Jon had his dirty, mud-caked boots on and a thick jacket, he stepped outside and held the door open for Bruce to follow.

“So whaddya wanna ask about, son?”

Bruce followed, and stepped out into the field behind Jon.

He waited until they'd walked a little before speaking, hoping the crunch of his boots and the Kansas wind might hide his words from someone else.

“...how much can he hear?”

Jon turned to face Bruce and hesitated, his face hard to read.

“Pretty far last he told me. I don’t know the specifics.”

His voice was low too.

He gestured for Bruce to follow him. Lead him to one of the tractors, climbed on, and started it up, but then climbed right back down. He talked only loud enough for Bruce to hear over the constant rumble and shake of the machinery.

“More noise makes it harder for him as far as I know.”

The tractor was loud, but it didn't have the same bite as cars flying past on the freeway when trying to walk down the street. He could bear it.

“...so that's the only way to get privacy? Clutter the sound?”

“I wouldn’t think of it like ‘getting privacy’, Bruce. Clark isn’t trying to hear everything for the next mile. It’s just background noise for him. He tries not to pay attention to it. It’s only when he hears things that worry him that he pays attention, or his name.”

“... Think of it like… standin’ in the middle of a freeway. Your friend is right next to you talkin’, but not raising their voice. You can’t really make anything out unless you hear something like your name, or maybe ‘help’. Words you pay more attention to without even thinkin’ about it.”

...he listened, and nodded, but all the same--

All the same.

“...you called me a big name out east,” Bruce said. “When we met.”

“Yeah,” he shifted a little on the tractor to get more comfortable. “I know about Wayne Industries. Know what happened to your folks. Was all over the news.”

...he nodded, then. Okay. Jon had some context, then--

“I asked a girl out last month and three gossip rags picked it up,” he said. “...my friends tell me private stuff.”

And Clark could hear through walls.

Jon sighed, “Are you worried he’s gonna go around telling everyone everything?” He asked, sounding like he had this conversation before. “Before you knew about it, did he go around doing that?”

“He keeps everything he hears to himself.”

“That doesn't mean they trusted him with it,” he said. Looking down.

He wasn't… angry. And it didn't come out angry.

But he couldn't stop sounding tired.

Everyone, always listening in. Always hearing about him without him being the one to say it.

Even in Kansas. Jon knew. No chance to say things for himself.

Jon sighed, “No. You’re right.”

“... But it ain’t fair to blame Clark. He never asked for any of this. When it first started he used to lock himself in closets or hold his head underwater for… way longer than anyone was comfortable with. Don’t think he slept for at least a week.”

“I'm not trying to blame him,” Bruce said, and… he wasn't lying.

It almost surprised him. He wasn't trying to spare this man’s feelings.

“...I'm trying to find a work-around.”

“You know what the best work-around I’ve come up with?” Jon said, looking down at Bruce.

“Askin’ him when not to listen.”

Bruce looked up at him, expression confused.

Did Jon announce when he had private conversations?

Jon just shrugged down at him.

“Sometimes you just gotta take someone’s word.”

Okay. He would.

“That include taking his word he can't control it?”

Jon nodded, “I know you weren’t around to see it, but my boy went through hell just trying to deal with it. He’s a lot better, and I imagine he’ll keep getting better, but right now… that’s all you can really do. Take his word.”

The sharp parts of Bruce’s reply seemed to sail right over Jon’s head. Maybe the tractor’s noise hid the edges in his words. He didn't know.

If there wasn't any way to do it, though, then Bruce had… no other questions to be answered like this.

Or maybe Jon just didn’t have the energy in him to respond to it. He looked tired, like this song and dance had happened one too many times.

“That all?”

...he nodded. But still, he asked, “could I make a phone call?”

“Sure,” Jon said, and reached to turn off the tractor. But first--

“Bruce?”

Bruce looked up at him.

“... You could do my boy a whole lotta harm with the power you have. And while I can’t force you to do anything, I will ask that you keep this to yourself.”

And then he turned off the tractor.

“Mr. Kent,” he said, eyes and voice too steady for a sixteen year old. “I knew he was weird two months ago. I take care of my friends.”

He climbed off the tractor with him.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Jon said, and climbed off after him.

He lead him back inside and to the phone that hung on the kitchen wall.

Bruce thanked him quietly, and took the phone off the rack to dial.

He didn't have a tractor or anything else but the TV to hide his conversation, but still, he spoke softly into the receiver, enough that the Kents on the other side of the room wouldn't get more than a few snatches of conversation.

“...have the address already? ...okay. Thanks. Bye, Alfred.”

Hung up again.

Shuffled towards the couch.

“...I realized I forgot something, so Alfred’s going to send it in a few days,” he said, assuming that was fine but informing them out of politeness all the same.

“Okay.” Martha said, and did pass a look to Jon, who just gave her a nod.

They had a talk.

It was fine.

… There was still no sign of Clark.

Clark, he figured, was probably still in his room. He hadn't heard or seen anything to suggest otherwise.

So there was only one thing to do, in the handful of hours left before dinner.

He went to the guest room and dug through his bag, pulling out a clasped wooden box, folded with hinges, and headed to Clark’s bedroom door. And knocked.

It took a moment, but Clark did open his bedroom door.

The light was off and his eyes were a little puffy, like he’d been crying but stopped a short while ago.

He hesitated, but did step aside a little to let Bruce in.

“Hey.”

Bruce stepped in.

“So,” he said, skipping through pleasantries. “You are: stronger, faster, and have better hearing than me. And you can fly and reportedly burn people with your eyes.”

He sat on the floor without ceremony, and unhooked the box to let the game pieces all fall out, and reveal the pattern underneath.

“So, the next question is: do you know how to play chess?”

Clark flicked on the light out of habit whenever someone came inside.

“... Kinda?” He said, watching Bruce plop down on the rug. Like the question confused him.

Bruce nodded, starting to set up the chess board. “Kinda? You know how each piece moves?”

“Yeah.” He said, and sat down across from him.

“Cool. You fine if I take black?”

“Go ahead.” Clark shook his head.

Bruce took black and made the first move.

And they played chess.

Clark knew enough about chess to play, but he was by no means any sort of champion.

Eventually though, he did ask; “Are you mad at me?”

“Did you do anything I should be mad about?” Bruce asked, mostly focused on going easy on Clark and playing at his level.

He wondered if he could get this game to a draw.

“Be a freak.” He said bluntly.

“...” Bruce moved one of his pawns.

He has secrets bubbled up inside of him that he doesn't need to pour out. They aren't his to give. If he can find distaste in Clark overhearing secrets accidentally, he can't console himself in spilling them full-knowing.

So instead, he says, “I've met worse people.”

Clark just sighed, like what Bruce said didn’t mean anything.

But he didn’t say anything and continued to half-heartedly play chess. After each move he would pull his arms into himself, hugging them, like out of the two he was the most vulnerable even if it was anything but.

...Bruce watched. Saw Clark tugging his arms in on himself. Saw him curled between moves.

“...what are you so scared of?” he asked. Finally. When it was clear things weren't getting better.

“Everyone,” he said.

“... After the- the shooting, and whenever I’d do something that no real person should be able to do, Ma and Pa would sit me down and remind me that I needed to keep it to myself. That I had to be a ‘normal human teenager’, even if it was just an act, because what if someone told the wrong person. What if they came swooping down in helicopters to drag me out of the house and go seal me in some secret underground bunker somewhere to stab me with needles.”

“And I try. I try but it’s hard. I run too fast and hear too much. It’s like I’m constantly holding my breath and I can never breathe because if I did someone will hear and drag me away.”

….

Bruce nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “...that's…”

God.

He hadn't expected to hear that.

Hear that fear out of Clark’s mouth. The same raw level of fried nerves that knotted in his shoulders and let him wanting to scream, but unable to.

“...I…” God. Fuck. He's spent one day in Smallville, away from Tommy and the pap, and he's falling apart like Gotham was a mould desperately trying to help him hold his shape. “I'm scared of everyone, too.”

Clark was trying not to cry again. His eyes were glazed over. He wiped at them before anything could come out and looked over at Bruce.

“Why?” He asked, confused.

He didn’t know of all the things his friend was scared of.

To be fair to Clark, it was a very long list.

“Everyone in Gotham knows me,” he said, face the same carefully controlled expression he usually had when he was trying to explain something on their homework, or when speaking to the teachers and adults. “...and they know what I'm worth. I wasn't kidding about kidnappings. They've happened before.”

“...I bribed someone when I was ten. To stay with Alfred,” he continued. “...they wanted to take me away. There's a lot of people who are counting down until I'm eighteen and have access to the money. A lot of people want it.”

“...I just want my family back. And to not feel like every street I walk down’s going to have a mugger with a gun on it.”

...he looked up, and met Clark’s wet eyes with his own, darker, exhausted ones.

“...it sounds nice. To have a friend I don't have to worry about being shot.”

Clark finally managed a little bit of a smile.

Friend.

“... Sorry. I didn’t realize having so much money would be such a problem. But it makes a lot of sense. To me that whole… life… just, they show it on TV like it’s anything but a problem. Don’t have to worry about the crop doing well or the cows dyin’ to depend on whether you’re gonna have to cut corners and stuff.”

“I try ‘n do what I can with what I have to help out. Heavy lifting. Lookin’ for engine problems where Pa can’t see. That kinda stuff. I tried to convince them to just let me fly to Gotham too, to cut on bus faire, but they said no.”

He made his move and swallowed.

“I wanna help people, Bruce. That’s why I went to that house and ended up…”

Clark didn’t finish his sentence.

“But whenever I do I just get scolded. And I’m scared that someone will find out it’s me, and then that’d be the end of it.”

Bruce listens.

He's still watching Clark’s eyes, and his mouth, and he can't imagine this boy doing what they say he's done.

“Kent,” he says, with steel in his tone. “I would've given anything for someone to get in the way and burn the man who killed my family’s arms off.”

Clark smiled a little.

Validation.

…

“I don't regret it. At all. If it happened again I'd do the same thing. Even though I'm scared of being taken away. It'd be worth it, I think.”

Bruce picked up one of the chess pieces he'd captured and threw it at Clark’s head.

“Don't be stupid.”

It connected but Clark just let it.

“Huh?”

Bruce gave him a glare, though it wasn't a particularly intense one.

“You can't do it one time and get taken away so the next guy has a clear shot,” he said. “So next time, don't get caught.”

Geez.

He blinked, “So like… do it and run? They'll still see me though and tell the cops.”

“No, like don't do it so they know you're an alien,” Bruce said, like it was obvious. “As much as they deserve their arms burned off, it might get suspicious.”

Clark gave him a look. “As soon as they shoot me and I don't die they'll know something is messed up.”

“Then wear a mask,” he said, leaning forwards, an odd light in his eyes. “Be so alien they can't imagine you're who you really are.

Clark looked a mix of shocked and excited. “Like… a comic book hero?”

Bruce wasn't sure what the expression on his own face was. “Sure?”

… He made his move and didn’t say anything for a few minutes.

“I used to pretend I was one when I was little. I think that’s why I learned to fly before, y’know, all the other stuff.”

What kid didn’t want to fly?

...Bruce looked down at the board and quietly moved his piece, too.

“...I lied to you before. About where I'm going when I'm eighteen.”

Clark looked up at him but definitely wasn’t mad.

“... You know where you wanna go?”

“...I wanna learn how to hunt people down,” he admitted, head low.

“... Like… a detective?”

That didn't seem bad or even a little out of character for Bruce.

…

“Maybe,” he said. He didn't really have a word for what he wanted.

But Clark used to pretend he was a comic book hero…?

Bruce dropped his gaze again.

“...I found a cave, when I was a kid,” he said. “I fell inside while walking. I used to pretend I lived inside it. A monster. Who would come out and hurt the people who deserved it.”

…

“It's stupid, now.”

He was stupid.

But he was still going to go.

Going to find someone dangerous and powerful, and say teach me how.

“That's not stupid.” Clark said, taking his turn.

“... Well, maybe the eating part. But wanting to track people down and make them pay isn't stupid. It's what we're doing now kinda. Looking into the Court of Owls.”

“...yeah,” Bruce said. Nodding. “...do you think we’ll find them?”

“... I’m not sure, honestly.” Clark admitted. “I feel like we’re finding something deeper but I dunno if it’s the Court of Owls.”

“Just gotta keep diggin’ to find out.”

...Bruce nodded.

He took a breath.

“....you're in check, by the way.”

“Oh.”

He made his move.

…

“You’re going easy on me.” He smirked.

“Yep,” Bruce said, moving a piece on the opposite side of the bored and giving Clark time to escape. “Don't feel bad. I've been playing Tommy for years. Only recently started to give him a run for his money.”

Clark huffed, “I don’t feel bad. I know you’re way out of my league.”

It took him a few seconds, but he made his move.

...he moved another piece.

“...does that bother you?”

‘Maybe a little,’ Clark thought.

But Bruce didn’t even like guys. He knew that after seeing what happened with Tommy.

“Nah,” he said instead with a smile. “I’m just glad you put up with the redneck from Kansas.”

Bruce huffed.

“What's that got to do with chess? You guys not play board games out here?”

Clark gave him a look.

“Do Kenny ‘n Pete look like they’d play chess?”

“Kenny ‘n Pete look like they play tic tac toe,” he said.

Clark let out a laugh that could have melted a room.

“Yeah, basically.”

…

“God. I’m sorry about them.”

Bruce gave him a confused look.

“...that they have big mouths?” He said. Because, yeah. He was sorry for that, too.

Or was it a flawed intimidation tactic? Hazing?

Not speaking to him for half the day?

“Yeah. Big mouths and I think they were just trying to throw you off. Maybe they were kinda mad I made friends back in Gotham and then brought them with me? They’ve been my friends for a long time. Probably know more about me than my parents in some cases.”

“They shouldn't have thrown you under the bus like that,” Bruce said, and that was all he could say about them without saying anything cruel.

He moved the chess piece.

“Yeah I’m-- I’m pretty pissed at them right now.” He sighed, watching the board.

“Really thought you’d hate me.”

“...” yet again, he found himself asking, “why?”

...Clark kept saying that. ‘I thought you'd hate me.’ Why was he so certain? Why…

… Clark shrugged.

“I dunno. I’m not a super interesting person or anything and then you throw the whole ‘alien’ thing into the mix. It’s just-- it seems easier to just… hate? I dunno.”

He made his move.

“I’m dumb.”

….yeah. Bruce nodded. “Yeah. You are, huh.”

He moved in kind.

“...I take care of my friends.”

Clark smiled.

“Me too.”

Made his move.

“So just let me know if you need to move something really heavy.” He joked.

Kinda.

Bruce nodded.

“I'll get you renovating the manor grounds in no time.”

“Check, by the way.”

He scoffed and watched it happen.

“That a job offer, Mr. Wayne?”

“...I can pay ya under the table, but it might damage my reputation,” he said.

He looked confused, “Why would that damage your reputation?”

Bruce looked up. “...it's black market activity,” he said. “Which is fine on a small scale, but if I was paying someone I’d have to report it.”

“Oh, I see what you mean.” He snorted.

…he managed a smile about it. “Yeah. I don't exist on a small scale.”

Clark didn’t say much to that, and made his move.

… Eventually their game would end and it would be time for dinner.

Bruce would go downstairs, and eat with the Kent family for dinner. And--

...and try to not feel strange. Or an outsider. But… it wasn't impossible, in a strange way.

...he knew Clark’s secret, too, now. And it made it easier to slide into a place like this.

Insular.

Maybe things were easier for now. They did certainly seem easier for Clark’s parents, and as they started to sit down around the dinner table Jon would ask; “Everythin’ good now, gentlemen?”

And Clark would look over at Bruce and then smile a little and nod.

Bruce nodded, “yessir,” and…

It was nice. Even with knowing Clark might hear anything.

Somehow, he still felt a little more free.

They had a nice dinner. Jon asked Bruce things occasionally, mostly about how Gotham was, how he liked it. He didn’t ask about parents or business. Just typical kid stuff like school and how it was going. They avoided talk of Clark’s incident completely.

Things around the Kent house were extremely ‘normal’ considering. It was like… bizarre interlaced with normal, and now that Bruce was in on it they didn’t need to worry.

After dinner Jon asked Clark to come help him get one of the tractors out from a mud hole it was stuck in, and if Bruce watched he would see Clark lift the front up and simply back the whole thing up.

...and Bruce would watch. From the porch, regular, hot tea in a mug. And he would watch Clark lift the tractor and say nothing.

His friend was an alien. And he wasn't sure, exactly, why he was taking it so well.

...when they came back in, they watched TV and got ready for the night. And… Bruce wondered, faintly, if Clark would hear if he had a nightmare tonight.

But he didn't.

Not tonight.

Clark could, but… Bruce had nightmares semi-frequently. It wasn’t polite to encroach on that or bring it up, so he didn’t.

Trust that he’ll give you privacy.

That morning the sun would rise and the day on the farm started even earlier. Jon was up and out of the house before the sun was up and when it did finally rise breakfast would start to be made.

Bacon and eggs with toast.

…

When Bruce came down Clark wouldn’t be there.

Bruce found he hadn't been given a time to wake up, and so he woke on his own--fatigued still, but only in the way of waking up in new places--with the clock saying an hour earlier than when he usually woke at school. It was still a dark, and he lay in bed, enjoying the ability to not have to get up immediately. He started his way downstairs when he began to smell food and an unusual amount of sun (in other words: any amount of sun) hit his windows.

“Good morning, Ms. Kent,” he began with, obviously. “...Clark sleep in?”

“No I think he’s up already.” Martha said. “He likes to sit on the roof when the sun comes up. He’ll come down soon now that you’re up.”

“How d’you like your eggs?”

“Scrambled dry,” he said, and… didn't have to question how Clark would know he was up.

“Okay.”

Martha nodded and cracked open the eggs for his breakfast. “You sleep okay?”

There was a small thud on the front steps before the door opened and Clark came inside wearing little more than pajama pants. It would be the first time Bruce had seen him in less than two layers.

It became obvious why.

He was… kind of jacked.

He didn’t look cold either despite the temperatures outside.

...what the fuck.

But Bruce kept his mouth shut. His heart sped a little, but slowed again a moment or two later.

“...morning.”

“Mornin’.” Clark mumbled, scratching his stomach and instantly rooting in the fridge.

Two cups.

“Y’want OJ or milk?”

For eggs?

“Orange juice,” Bruce says, watching him.

Clark shook up the OJ and poured Bruce a glass before handing it over to him, but he went for milk.

“Mind puttin’ some bread in for toast? ‘N get the butter out, please.” Martha said, and Clark did as he was asked without complaint.

Martha plated Bruce’s eggs and handed them over, then pulled the towel off the plate in the middle piled with bacon. “Help yerself.”

“Thanks,” he said, startled out of his observations for a moment, and--

He was watching two things, a little lost in them both, but at least they were all in this one place. Just--on one hand, caught in the mundanity, in a mother asking her son to pull out the toast and bread, and on the other hand, a small thing in the back of his mind which informed him that Clark’s stomach muscles twisted every time he moved his arm.

He waited until he was joined at the table to even think about eating.

Clark made some toast and put it on a plate for them to grab from and by the time he sat down too his eggs were finished.

Sunny side up.

He thanked his mom as he sat down and started to dig in.

“Just cover the bacon back up when you’re done, I’m gonna run out and help your daddy.” Martha said, taking a sip from her coffee before leaving the two eating on their own.

Bruce started to eat as Clark joined him, thanking Ms. Kent again, and…

…

“You always sleep without a top here?” he asked, losing his shit completely with a straight face.

Clark was busy shoving a strip of bacon in his mouth. “Uh-” He chewed and swallowed.

“Yeah. I like the sun on my skin when I get up.”

Oh. Okay. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, so he just--nodded and got his own piece or two of bacon.

And kept eating.

“...plans for today?”

Clark shrugged a little and put some ketchup on his eggs before breaking them up. “Dunno. Usually I hang out with Kenny ‘n Pete on my days off, but…” he glanced up at Bruce.

“Not feelin’ that anytime soon.”

…

“Thought about just… flyin’ around for awhile. Haven’t been able to do that in Gotham. But that’d leave you here unless you’re fine with coming.”

Bruce was ready to tell him he was fine with just reading a book for a while, but--

“...with coming along for flying?”

“Yeah. I’d carry you. Like, it’s fine if you’re scared though. It’s pretty weird. But figured it was impolite not to offer.” Clark said, pushing runny egg mess on his bread and eating it.

Bruce stared at him like he was crazy.

“Take me flying,” he said.

… Clark grinned with a mouthful of toast and a bit of ketchup on his lips. “O-kay.”

He was stupid and (buff, and Bruce wanted to lean over with a napkin and shove it on Clark’s lips to get rid of that dumb ketchup) absolutely intentionally being dense, because who didn’t want to fly, even if you had to be carried?

But instead, he said, “Shut up and eat faster,” and started shoveling his breakfast down in kind.

Clark grinned and did just that, shoveling his food down and eating toast and bacon before standing up and chugging his milk.

Shirtless.

He put the plate in the sink and wiped his mouth with his hand.

“Dress warm, it gets cold.”

Bruce felt something in his stomach flip, and he nodded, running back upstairs to tug on his winter boots and add on another layer and his heavy coat. Clark’s borrowed winter hat. His good gloves.

And he was ready.

Clark got dressed too and then met Bruce back downstairs a moment later. He opened the door out to the porch, stepped off the front step and… float there, spinning around as if in water to face Bruce with his hands in his pockets.

“Piggyback or in my arms?”

“Arms,” Bruce said, not wanting a piggyback--he was sixteen, not a kid, after all. It didn’t matter if Clark could carry him fine.

“Okay.”

Clark hovered close again and reached out, hand going around Bruce’s waist and pulling him close. He pressed himself against Bruce and locked his hands around the small of his back. Waited for Bruce to position his hands how he wanted.

… He might have been enjoying this a little too much.

“Ready?”

...somehow, Bruce didn’t realize he was going to be held like this in Clark’s arms. He knew they’d go around him, but--face to face, he guessed he hadn’t expected, and found his face close enough to smell Clark’s neck as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders securely.

Even through his heavy layers, he could feel Clark’s body, unusually warm against him.

Despite having just drunk orange juice, his mouth was dry. He told himself it was nerves.

“Ready.”

Clark smiled at him and then looked up.

And they started to rise, slow at first. Clark kept his grip firm and make sure Bruce didn’t slip, and soon they were over the roof of the the farmhouse. He started to fly away from it, legs angling as if to ‘push’ away from the farm.

Over the empty fields.

Once they were up in the air, Bruce… forgot.

He forgot about a lot of things. About how he was sort of uncomfortable being this close to anyone, or how he was fully clothed and Clark was half undressed in his PJs, or what was going on back home.

There was nothing under his feet. It was just-- a moment. A moment of disorientation, and realizing the air was cold and sharp with wind, and how empty the air was around him. That flying was just falling interrupted.

And Clark’s firm chest against his own was the only thing the world that felt stable at that moment.

He wanted to see the fields. The farmhouse. The long shadows, stretching over the yellow, frost-bitten fields.

But before that, before getting lost in wonder, staring-- he tightened his grip on Clark, and held himself close against him.

It was nice to be held so tightly by someone who wasn’t his mom or dad. He couldn’t even recall a time that had ever happened before. He kept people at an arm’s length for his own safety, and even when he did let them in there was still that fear of rejection. But last night Bruce had insisted and insisted that he wasn’t mad, that they were still friends, that it didn’t change anything.

When he got to the point he wanted and started to fly backwards gently, to really get in the whole view of the farm, he looked back down at Bruce with that award-winning smile.

“Whaddya think?”

“It’s big,” Bruce called back over the wind.

But he couldn’t… think of anything else to say about it. And maybe the new-day sun in his eyes said enough. The way it hit his ghost-pale face in the way it never could reach in Gotham.

There weren’t skyscrapers here. The long shadows ran only along the ground, far, far below them, cast by regular-sized objects, not buildings made by giants.

And the sky was in every direction he looked.

Big.

Blue.

Beauti--

Maybe looking back on this day when he was older would be when he said he started to love Bruce Wayne, but right now he still didn't quite realize it. Even as he looked down at the other boy rather than the scenery, watching how the light illuminated his pale skin and tired, sharp eyes. There was a fierceness to Bruce he had never seen from anyone else. Fierce and ironclad in everything he wanted to be.

“Yeah, it is.” Is all he said though, and would slowly continue to hover backwards, getting further away, then go a little left towards the trees that marked their property.

You could see the roads. The buildings in the distance. Cars driving along. Birds flew beside them a safe distance away.

And somehow Clark shined just like the sun, curls blowing in the wind and arms secure around Bruce's waist.

Bruce didn’t say much while they were up there, focusing on breathing in the cold wind and staring down at all the world below in a way he’d never really been able to before.

Not like this. Alone and secure, without airplane walls around him.

(Even if he wasn’t alone at all.)

...but Clark would still be able to hear his heart beat, strong and excited with the world below, pressed against his bare chest with just the coat between them.

...but Gothamite he might’ve been, Bruce still could only stand the cold against his face for so long before his cheeks started turning pink and windburnt.

Clark might not have been able to feel the cold like Bruce, but he could see it.

“Gonna start going down.” He warned, and did just that. A slow descent left and down…

… and they were back on the porch, feet touching down.

A little wobbly, Bruce pulled away once his feet touched the floor-- not because of anything bad, but because as soon as the wind wasn’t rushing him anymore, he realized he desperately had to wipe his nose, or it would drip out everywhere.

“Tissue,” he mumbled.

Clark was… a little hesitant to let go, but as soon as Bruce pulled away he let him go.

“... Oh! Yeah, c'mon.” Clark said, arm leading Bruce back inside.

There was a tissue box right by the door.

Bruce hid his nose in his face until he was able to get to the tissue box and snatch one out, blowing his nose.

“Danks,” he said.

“No problem. I forget that's a thing that happens.”

Clark's skin hadn't changed even a little.

Chalk that up to another power; resistance to cold.

Bruce noticed Clark’s immunity, but didn’t say anything about it really. He just focused on blowing his nose, and once he was done, rubbing his cheeks to warm them up again.

“...you never get sick or stuff, either?”

“Uh,” Clark began as he walked to the kitchen to make something warm for Bruce.

“Not since I was little. Mom says when I was a baby I struggled a lot. Like I couldn't breathe. But I don't really get cold anymore. I can't get burnt. Can stick my hand right in a fire and nothing. Can grab hot pans.”

“It's like--” he shrugged. “Invulnerability?”

...Bruce had honestly just been wondering if Clark was affected by bacteria at all, but… that was a lot more than he’d asked for.

“...not anything?”

It was nice to just… talk about it with someone. Sure his friends knew, but… they always asked him weird questions about it. Like if he looked at people naked.

“Well getting shot hurt, but other than something like that? Nope.” Clark put on some water for tea.

...Bruce didn’t question it, even if he did watch Clark a little longer, lingering.

...he realized now that he looked at Clark, that… he didn’t have any marks on his skin.

Not a mole. Not a freckle. Not a paper-thin scar.

And he’d been shot.

“...I can’t tell at all,” he said, maybe a little breathless, watching Clark’s back as he filled the water.

“Revolver hit me here--” he said, turning and pointing at his face. “Shotgun hit me here--” he pointed at his arm and chest.

“Gave me a black eye and broken nose and a lot of cuts. But they healed pretty fast. No scars or anything.” Clark shrugged. “Worst anyone's been able to do too me. I've fallen out of trees and moving cars and jumped out of two story windows and mostly been fine.”

He gave a sheepish smile.

Bruce found his arm going up to his neck, fist tight, and tried not to think about the hole that he’d seen punch through his mother.

He had scars on his arms right now. He had cuts healing right now. And Clark had jumped out of buildings and been shot and leapt out of moving cars--

“Why did you jump out of a moving car and a two story window??”

Clark laughed, “Well the car thing was I saw a dog and I was like… five. Really gave my folks gray hair for that one. And I jumped out of my bedroom window when they grounded me once and didn't quite have flying down yet. But I landed okay!” He gave Bruce a dumb grin and thumbs up.

Bruce buried his face in his hands.

Clark just laughed again and pulled the kettle off the stove to pour them both some tea.

“Genius alien from beyond the stars.” He joked.

“Really though I’m just…” he shrugged. “Just a kid on a farm who can’t get a date or pass his driving test, or… y’know.”

He didn’t know. But he nodded anyway.

“Yeah,” he said. And he wanted to say he was just normal, too.

But he could get a date, and wasn’t a farm kid, and could drive, just not legally.

…

“...wanna be lazy normal and just watch some TV?”

“Hell yeah.” Clark grinned and handed him his tea.

...the first day or two had been rough, but it grew easier with each passing day.

The Kents didn’t ask him about his family. They just… brought him to the table. Clark did alien things, and human things, and mostly reading-and-TV things.

They had a Christmas tree, and bit by bit presents appeared under it as the Christian Holiday grew closer. And, to Bruce’s relief, one such present arrived in the mail with a little bit of time to spare.

He’d been invited to Christmas parties before, but he’d never really celebrated with his family that he could remember--what he did remember was mixed up with Chanukah somewhat, with how young he’d been at the time. And though he was fairly sure the Kanes celebrated both, they only really invited him for things like Pesach and Sukkot.

So it was… the first time he’d really seen a family Christmas in person, rather than through every movie and pop culture magazine in the world.

...it was much quieter than he’d been led to believe, when the day finally did come, and he wondered, briefly, how the Kents had managed to tell Clark about a magical flying man in the sky when he was a child, or if they’d let him know Santa Claus was a fictional character to avoid accidental alien imprinting.

The day Christmas arrived there was a bit more of a set time to get up, but things still moved the same as they had been.

The sun rose and Jon tended to the cows, but then would be inside for the remainder of the day unlike his usual sparse appearances throughout. They made pancakes for breakfast and waited until everyone was sat around the table together to eat.

After breakfast was time for presents, a few under the tree for Clark, some for his parents, and…

Martha handed a little box to Bruce too.

...it was nice. It was still approximately like a regular day, which was a little strange, but it was nice. He ate the breakfast with his usual appreciation and followed to the livingroom around the tree once it was done, watching.

Bruce took the little box with a quiet ‘thank you,’ and smiled. Most of the gifts around the tree were for Clark, but that was fine.

...After a bit of confusion, Bruce had brought his presents down a day or two before. One for Jon. One for Martha.

Two for Clark--one of them being the little package that had arrived in the mail a few days earlier.

The first three presents Bruce had picked out while in Gotham, asked Alfred to purchase and wrap, and had brought them on the train himself on the way to Smallville.

He hoped they were fine.

...for Ms Kent, before knowing her name, he’d gotten a blue sapphire necklace with matching earrings. Not especially expensive, so it wouldn’t feel condescending or she couldn’t find things to wear them with. Not so cheap it looked bad coming from him.

For Jon, it’d been a little easier.

High quality black leather gloves with a matching sidebag.

… and for Clark, he’d… for the first present, he’d simply gotten him an autobiography of one of the muckrakers who’d lived through the mob wars of the 20s and 30s.

...it was the second present, in a much smaller box, that had Bruce anxious.

Jon and Martha kept insisting that he didn’t have to get them anything of course. They were very impressed by the gifts though, Jon giving a rather genuine smile and Martha leaning over to give him a hug in thanks.

Clark really liked the book too, and it actually took him a moment to put it down and pick up the second present that Bruce had given him.

“Another one?” He asked, a little surprised while pulling off the wrapping.

Bruce nodded and… looked down a little.

...inside the box, there were what looked to be hearing aids. Pale, thin, and mechanical.

“...they’re sound blockers,” he said softly. “...you said Gotham was too loud for you. And what you said about three miles, I figured…”

…

“You don’t have to use them.”

Clark clearly didn’t know what they were before Bruce said anything, but then the realization hit him.

“... Oh. Wow, Bruce.” He said, pulling them out. “That’s… really cool.”

“How do you put them on?” He asked, already trying.

Oh.

Bruce brightened a little, and shuffled closer, sliding until their knees knocked together.

“Here,” he said, taking the first one from Clark’s hand and brushing away his hair to get a good view of his ear.

He slid it in carefully, looping the hook that made it appear so much like a hearing aid over Clark’s ear.

“No one should question it, since it looks like a regular thing.”

Clark leaned in closer to help him and… maybe kinda stayed there a little longer just so he could be closer to Bruce while he helped put them in.

“This is really cool.” He said again, voice quiet.

“Finally gonna be able to sleep.” He laughed, a little joking and a little not.

Bruce smiled a little, glad Clark liked them so much. “They working?”

He went quiet and focused, a smile spreading over his face. “I can’t hear the cows.”

Martha looked like she might start crying.

Bruce grinned wide, something warm spreading through his chest.

“You like them?”

“Yeah. I really do.” Clark grinned.

…

He leaned over and pulled Bruce into a hug.

For a moment, Bruce was startled, freezing up in the sudden hold.

...then, he leaned into it, closing his eyes, and finding himself melting into the hold.

… Clark found he really didn’t want it to end, but… his parents were right there. So it had to. But while it lasted he held Bruce tight and whispered out another ‘thank you’ before pulling away.

“Wish you woulda had those when you were younger.” Martha smiled and Clark laughed.

“Yeah, really.”

Bruce smiled and edged away from Clark again, opening his own present quietly while the others talked.

...he felt a little better, now, knowing the gift was well received. That it wasn’t a bad idea.

...soon enough, though, January would come, and the hearing aids would be really put to the test as their return to Gotham grew closer.

Bruce’s gift was… less impressive, but…

“I know it ain’t your style, but…” Clark grinned.

It was a baseball cap.

A baseball cap with ‘SMALLVILLE’ embroidered across it.

“Least it’s somethin’ to remember us by.” Jon chuckled.

Bruce sighed deeply, eyes rolling up to the ceiling, and flipped the hat up to destroy his hair style by putting it on.

“You know what, Kent,” he said. “At least it’s not John Deere.”

Clark grinned and roped his arm around Bruce to give him a side-hug.

…

January would come eventually though, that was for sure. Clark would hug and kiss his parents goodbye and they would tell Bruce they loved having him, to come back any time. He was always welcome in their house.

Then it was a bus ride back to Gotham and Clark definitely packed his new hearing aids.

...he wasn’t sure why he was the one struggling to not get emotional once the Kents drove away, and he found himself in the bus seat, staring at the seat in front of him.

...but he was. For the first few minutes as the bus pulled out of the station, Bruce just… curled up in his seat and worked to keep his breathing steady.

And they headed back to Gotham.

…

He wouldn’t wear his ‘Smallville’ cap with him as they reached their destination late the next day, though. He’d return to the borrowed snow cap, and hide the ‘smallville’ one deep in his bag so that it couldn’t be seen.

...and as they returned to the dorms, he had a weight of dread in his chest that he wasn’t unused to, but…

It hadn’t been there the last two weeks.

And knowing Clark could hear his heartbeat just made him more anxious, now, about keeping secrets.

#aka the gay awakening #superbat #80s gay superbat #clark kent #bruce wayne

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anjuschiffer · 4 years ago

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Amira Wayne - Chapter 6

Tbh, not quite satisfied not writing so much angst (or this chapter in general), but it twas necessary to take a break from it...

Day 6 of @biodad-bruce-month event!

Chapter 6: Meeting the Justice League

Edit: I fixed the alias...

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When Amira woke up, all she heard was yelling and shouting, causing her head to ache even more than what it did. Cradling her head, Amira slowly got up, noticing that she had her black gloves on, meaning she was still Ladybird.

They still don’t know her identity.

Good.

“-supposed to know that it was Bruce Wayne of all people!” Amira noticed it was the glowing man from before. He was sitting in what seemed to be a hovering green chair.

So he was a magic user...kinda like how she was.

Speaking of her father, where was he?

“I tried to warn you.” Another man muttered, running a hand through his hair. He wore a blue bodysuit, an ‘s’ for an emblem on his chest. “But you decided to jump ahead, disregarding my warning of a civilian-”

“I don’t follow the orders of a person who just self-appointed themselves as the leader.” Greenie sternly said, crossing his arms. “Wait a minute. Last time I checked-”

“Will the two of you stop arguing like children and restrain yourselves?” The woman from earlier spoke, Amira relaxing when the woman looked at her with soft blue eyes. “Ladybird is awake.”

Amira watched as the woman approached her, the two men following right behind her. “Hello little one. Sorry, Ladybird.” The woman sat next to Amira, Amira scooting a bit away from her. “I mean no harm. My name is Diana. Diana of Themyscira.”

Amira remained silent, looking between the three adults.

Who the hell were they?

“Maybe she only speaks French?” Greenie suggested.

The woman looked back at Amira with a smile.

“Est-ce que tu vas bien?” The woman asked her, Amira having to register her voice a bit before realizing what she was saying.

“I’m-I’m alright.” Amira responded, not missing the way both Diana and Greenie looked at her in surprise. “And I can speak and understand English perfectly fine...if that makes it easier for everyone.”

“A bilingual hero…” Greenie muttered.

“Multilingual, actually.” Amira wanted to say with a smirk, but held herself. “Who are you and where am I?” Amira held her tongue about asking about her father, knowing it might jeopardize her identity, if they didn’t know it yet.

“As I said before, my name is Diana.” Diana gestures to the two men standing in front of them. “These two gentlemen are Hal Jordan and Cla-”

“Superman.” Superman cut off, Amira noticing how skittish he was acting and how Diana gave him a quizzical look. Her heart stopped. Did he know?

“As for who we are, we’re the Justice League.” Diana explained, getting up and kneeling in front of Amira. “We happened to see the broadcast of your fight against Remediator and I have to say, you’re quite the skilled fighter.”

Amira felt heat rise to her cheeks, pressing her fingers against them. When was the last time she was ever praised? She couldn’t quite remember.

“Diana, you broke her.” Hal pointed out, Diana glaring at him before looking back at Amira.

“Usually, we wouldn’t come in direct contact with other heroes from other countries, but I just had to go to Paris to greet the new Ladybug holder.”

At those words, Amira felt her blood freeze. She quickly bolted off the sofa she was on and pushed it towards them, her yo-yo out and twirling in her hand as she glared at the three who looked at her wide eyed.

“How do you know about the Ladybug?” Amira asked, hating that her voice came out more like a growl than she wanted to.

“Ladybird, I didn’t mean to alarm you.” Diana explained, rising slowly. “The thing is-”

“Her mother -Queen Hippolyta- was a Miraculous holder, the previous Ladybug holder to be more precise.” Superman cut to the chase, earning a huff from Diana. “She got giddy at seeing the Ladybug miraculous back in action after hearing countless tales about it from when she was a child.”

“Well, there’s that but-”

“He’s here!” A voice interrupted, the group turning to see who it was, but Ladybird never let her guard down. Yes, her yo-yo was now back on her hip, but her hand hovered over the dagger on her back.

Tikki didn’t approve of Ladybird having a sharp weapon on her person, but Amira argued that it was necessary. After all, a yo-yo could only do so much.

“Who’s here?” Hal asked, watching as Flash entered the room.

“The one and only-”

“Batman?” Superman asked, watching the Dark Knight enter the conference room.

When Clark had spoken Batman’s name, Diana noticed the way Ladybird tensed, Diana picking up on her change in stance. Ladybird was no longer in a defensive stance, her body now forgetting about keeping a distance from them. Now, Ladybird only had one thing in mind: escaping.

Just what was the relationship between Ladybird and Batman?

“Spooky? What are you doing here?” Hal asked, walking up to Batman. “Last I heard from you-”

“I’m here because of Mr.Wayne.” Batman spoke, looking at Amira. “He wants to know why three heroes thought it was a good idea to break into the civilian home he was visiting, nonetheless his friend’s home. While he’s not concerned about the damages, he is concerned about-“

“Odd way to show concern, sending Gotham’s vigilante instead of Mr.Wayne himself contacting you guys to give his piece of mind.” Ladybird said, everyone feeling the tension between the two...vigilantes?

Ladybug did say she wasn’t a hero.

“Wait-” Hal started, but shut up when Ladybird glared at him.

“Seeing as you have not else to say, Diana.” Ladybird addressed. “Why did you actually seek me?

Diana watched as Ladybird walked towards her, now standing between Batman and herself.

“Aside from paying my respects, I also wanted to ask you something very important.” Diana looked at her fellow members before continuing. “Do you want to join the Justice League?

Here at the WatchTower, you’ll have access to all the information everyone helps to collect, use our gyms for practice and a nice home to stay in. One of us could even mentor you if you would like. Oh! If you so choose to become a member, you will have to report everything that happens in your city. Of course, you’ll only be asked to do a daily report about the things in your area and be made to attend weekly meetings.”

Diana watched as Ladybird weighed in the pros of being a League member, watching her glance back towards Batman.

Just what was it that had Ladybird on edge?

“As intriguing the offer is, I decline.” Ladybird said, looking as Diana with narrowed eyes. “I won’t join your League of Heroes.”

“But Ladybird-” Diana started, only to stop speaking when Ladybird held up a hand.

“Yes, the offer is nice, but you mentioned having to make reports and sharing information. That is something I cannot do. I can’t just expose the information of every victim to Hawkmoth’s manipulation because it’s simply that, manipulation. These ‘villains’ are actually victims of Hawkmoth’s power, the people aren’t actually in control of their bodies once they are under it.

For that matter, I can’t risk the possibility of having one of you guys in Paris. Having to fight one of you isn’t something I want to do.” Ladybird reasoned.

“Okay, what if we agree to not step into your territory?” Hal asked, wondering what new excuse this girl was going to say.

“Highly doubt all of you will keep your promise. After all, the three of you stepped into Paris without a letter of advance. Using your excitement isn’t an excuse to just bend the rules to your favor. Rules and regulations are there for a reason. If the rules keep getting bent, what is the point of them then?”

“What about information? If I’m correct, you still don’t know much about-” Superman attempted to point out, but was stopped.

“I can handle manhunting my enemy on my own. Might take a while, but I rather do it alone. With less miraculous out for Hawkmoth to attempt to obtain, the more trump cards I will have at my possession.”

“Ladybird, please, reconsider.” Diana asked, holding Ladybird’s hands into her own. They were small. “We can help you. You're a child and you don’t deserve to have all this pressure on you. You don’t have to do it alone.”

Ladybird slipped out her hands, now glaring at Diana.

“Did you ask me to join the League because you thought I couldn’t handle this?”

“I know you’re capable of handling-”

“Then why do you want me to join the League so badly? So that you can keep an eye on the Ladybug miraculous? Or is it because you don’t trust a child with the miraculous your mother once wielded?” Ladybird asked, waiting for Diana’s answer. She never got one, but from the look in her eyes, it seemed to have been the latter.

“Ladybird. Thank you for coming.” Hal said, earning a glare that seemed all so familiar.

“If I remember correctly, I was brought here against my will. Not to mention you were the first to greet me with an attack meant to knock me out.” Ladybird hissed, turning to Superman. “Can you walk me to your door? I need to leave. I have to patrol in a few minutes.”

Superman nodded, gesturing Ladybird to follow him.

As the two walked out the door, Superman couldn’t help but notice how Ladybird stood as far away as possible from Batman, even going as far as using him as a shield between the two of them.

“I’ll be guiding you to our zeta tubes. They’re how we get from place to place without the use of any type of vehicle. Comes in handy when you need to go to Paris and you live in the US.” Superman tried to lighten the mood, but only got a huff for an answer.

As the two continued to walk, Ladybird decided to speak.

“So, what’s your name? And I mean your real name.” she asked, Superman raising a brow. “It’s only fair for you to tell me your actual name when you already know mine is Amira Wayne.” Amira didn’t stop walking when Superman himself stopped.

She finally decided to when Superman wouldn’t recover from the shock. Turning around, Amira sighed. “It took me a while to remember you, but I vaguely remember your face from this one time I waited for my father to come back from patrolling. Aside from super strength, you also have very sharp hearing. I know you heard the conversation between my father and I.”

Superman gulped, knowing he had to tell her that yes, he knew she was Amira Wayne. That she was Bruce’s kid.

He had the biggest scoop of the year, of his entire career and he couldn’t say a single word because it could potentially get him killed. Because yes! He also just found out today that Bruce Wayne is Batman and just like the hidden child scoop, he couldn’t say anything because it meant death!

“Name’s Kent. Clark Kent.” Clark reintroduced himself, extending his hand for a handshake. Amira shook it.

“Kent from the Daily Planet?” Amira asked, a smirk coming to her face, Clark not liking that expression one bit. It looked eerily the same as her father’s. “I’m pretty sure you already know that you indirectly work under my father, yes?”

“Yes. Well aware.” Clark sighed. Damn Bruce and his countless wealth.

Now he wished he hadn’t heard the conversation from the apartment.

Diana had wanted to greet the new Ladybug holder, something that took Clark a few minutes to process as he absorbed the information.

After hearing Diana say she wanted to recruit the young hero, Clark made it his mission to go with her, seeing as it could be a potential story for the Daily Planet. Hal invited himself, Diana too eager to tell him no.

When the three made it to Paris, they were lucky enough to find the girl just entering her room, a red light enveloping the room before disappearing.

Diana wanted to quickly introduce herself to the new Ladybug, but Clark quickly stopped her when he heard Batman’s voice. Or at least the argument started with Batman’s voice, only for it to continue in Bruce’s.

When Hal asked if they could go now, Clark told them to wait since there was someone else in the room.

He kept listening to their arguing until the red light enveloped the room again, causing the three to become concerned.

Clark kept listening to the conversation, accidentally muttering that the person inside was going to possibly take the miraculous. A decision he regretted.

“Then we have to save her!” Diana voiced, rushing over to help her mother’s protege with Hal following her shortly behind.

“Diana, Hal! Wait!” Clark tried to call back, but the damage had already been done when Diana returned with an unconscious Ladybird and Hal. “What-”

“The other person in the room sedated him. Or made him go to sleep. One or the other.” Diana said. “I’m going to go on ahead.” In other words, Clark had to deal with the mess his two teammates left behind.

He had to deal with almost being killed by a kryptonite batarang Bruce had (for some terrible reason) after explaining to him why they were there.

Never again.

As Clark huffed upon recalling the events from earlier today, a blur came up to them. There, bouncing in front of them was Kid Flash.

“Superman! There you are! I heard we were getting a new recruit!” Kid Flash said with a smile. “Heard they were going to be the youngest one yet!”

Clark wondered how Kid Flash hadn’t said anything about- where was she? It wasn’t until he turned a bit that he saw her hiding behind him, her eyes looking at Speedy with curiosity.

“Well, we weren’t able to recruit her, but she’s right here.” Superman motioned Ladybird to come forward, which she attempted to do before Kid Flash dragged her out.

“You’re tiny! Probably younger than me too! Name’s West!”

“Ladybird.” Amira managed to say, still looking at Wally as if she had seen him somewhere before.

“Oh. We’re using our made up names.” Wally sheepishly said. “Name’s Kid Flash, but feel free to call me Wally!”

“Wally?” Amira repeated, Clark seeing tears pool in her eyes. “Wally...West?”

“Yu-” Wally stumbled back as Amira launched herself at him, hugging him. “What are you-”

A red light enveloped Amira, the girl dropping her transformation, looking at Wally with tears running down her face. “A...mira?” She nodded.

“Hi Wally. I’m sorry I never-” Her words were cut off as Wally hugged her back, squishing her in the process.

“If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me.” Clark stood there silently, watching as both teens kept crying into each other’s shoulders, not expecting Wally’s next words. “I should’ve begged Bruce to not send you to Paris. Especially when he didn’t even let you go to Jason’s funeral.”

Amira settled into her bedroom, surprised to see how quickly the league repaired her damaged skylight.

When Amira walked through the bakery doors, Tom and Sabine quickly pulled her into a hug, checking her for any scratches, Amira pulling away from the smothering attention.

“Feels so weird being in here. It’s so small compared to your room in Gotham.” Wally mentioned, deciding to sit on the bean bag near the door. “So, how’ve you been?”

“Aside from Father continuing to isolate me from the world? Terrible.” Amira spoke, placing down the box that held her earrings.

Thanks to Tikki telling her that she would not be able to see nor hear anything if she was renounced, Amira did just that.

As soon as she dropped her transformation, she renounced Tikki, making sure to limit what Tikki knew about her.

Yes, she trusted Tikki and in herself to not get her miraculous taken from her. However, not everything was set in stone and the possibility of having her actual identity being leaked by the Kwami was something Amira wanted to prevent at all costs. “I haven’t been able to contact Dick either.”

“Did he not give you his new number?”

“New number?” Amira asked, watching as Wally put the new number in her phone.

“He moved to Bludhaven around the same thing Bruce sent you here.” Wally flinched as Amira glared at him, although he knew who it was truly for.

“It’s been that long? And he never told me?” Amira whispered. What else didn’t she know about the things back home? “What about the new Robin? Do you know his name? Age? And my father. Is he part of the JL?”

“For that first one, I only know he’s younger than you. Nothing else. As for Batman, he turned the offer down before they were even able to finish their presentation.” Wally provided. “Amira, does...does your dad know you’re-”

“First one to find out.” Amira spat out, her phone deciding to go off at that moment. She sighed as she got up.

“Patrol?”

“Patrol.” Wally got up, hugging Amira one last time.

“Along with Dick’s new number, I up my number in there too. I’ll be there if you ever need me.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.” Amira said, smiling at him. Grabbing the miracle box, Amira headed to the skylight. But before she left, she turned to Wally. “It was nice being able to catch up. If you want, grab my black card from my desk. I never use it, but you can go ahead and use it to buy yourself some of the bakery’s pastries. Although if it’s cookies you want, I suggest the sugar ones. I made all of those.”

Amira giggled when she saw Wally dash for the bakery with a grin on his face.

Now facing Paris, Amira put on her earrings, Tikki appearing before her.

“Is it time to go on patrol, Marinette?” Marinette nodded.

“Tikki! Spots on!”

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crimson-mage-02 · 5 years ago

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Justice League Dark: Apokolips War

A/N: I hope you all like it! There are more to come!

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Summary: Set during and after the ending of Justice League Dark Apokolips war, after succeeding to destroy the Apokolips and defeating Darkseid. The Justice League and members from the Teen Titans left to the ruins of the Titans Tower and Earth until they found a way to go back to the things were.

Damian and Raven both sat closely on a rock with Raven laying her head on his shoulder watching the sun rising up from the horizon. She breathed out and in, feeling free for the first time from her father’s hold. She knew he was pure evil, but deep inside, he loved her until the end. She looked over at Damian whose eyes were glancing over at his brother who was laying down on Kori’s lap.

She had this sad frown on her face as she held on his hand that was placed on her arm. He gasped a little and he looked into her beautiful, deep dark purple eyes. His face softened once he looked at her. And he took in her new appearance with her white cloak. He slowly took off the hood from her head and saw her long black hair flowing down out of her hood.

Damian smiled at the beautiful sight of his beloved right beside him. Her long silky hair was blowing in the wind softly and noticed her gem was missing. He looked at Raven who had smiled contently, making him realise she was free from her father thanks to Constantine who gave him a slight nod.

“So, how do you feel, beloved?” Damian asked softly as he caressed her cheek.

“I never felt so free in my life. He is finally out of my head.” Raven replied as she leaned into Damian’s gloved hand. “So, what now?”

Damian sighed heavily and looked into her eyes. “I don’t know. I could go back to the League of Assassins with Titus. If you don’t want to come with me, I do understand.”

“No, no, Damian, I’d love to. I’d love to go with you.” Raven said with a loving smile with Damian looked at her surprised to hear that she’ll go with him. To stay with him. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be with you.”

Damian just smiled and let her lean her head on his shoulder, savouring the moment between them with the sun shining in the horizon as he looked into the clear sky with a small smile as they both mourn for their fallen fellow Teen Titan friends.

From a far, Batman had seen the sweet tender moment between Damian and Raven. He sighed sadly with Diana putting a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. “There must be another way. To fix all of this.”

“But there is no other way, Bruce. We cannot change what has been done.” Diana said sadly.

“The Justice League never quits. We never quit. We can still save our planet. Even if it costs our lives.” Clark said, trying to lift up others hope as they all looked at him.

Constantine looked over at Flash who was sitting hopelessly, all alone. He went over to him with a cigarette in his hand. “You know what to do, mate.”

“I promised Iris before she…” Flash sighed heavily and looked down at the ground. “I can’t. Everything would change. Again.” He felt Constantine’s hand on his shoulder and looked up at him.

“And some of those changes may be shite and we may make same mistakes again.” Constantine said to him. “But I think I can help. Just to make some other changes.”

Flash smiled hesitantly as he stood up with the run rising. He got ready to run to make changes with Constantine chanting a spell, mumbling some words underneath his breath. He took a deep breath and looked into the sky. “I’ll see you again, love.”

He finished chanting the spell as Flash had started running into the horizon on the clear blue water with everyone on the shore watching. They all stood tall as they were ready to see those changes he had altered in a new timeline. Clark sighed softly as he watched the light shining brightly and stood with his two friends. Everyone watched the light shining brightly, hoping that everything would soon change, but it will not be the same.

Raven looked over at Damian as she looked into his eyes. Damian looked into her purple eyes and leaned in for a passionate kiss with the light shining brightly. They both held onto each other tightly and pressed their foreheads together with tears rolling down their faces knowing their universe will be forevermore erased.

Constantine had finished casting his spell and looked at the sky with him smelling the fresh air and the wind blowing his face, he had done it. He had done the right thing to do for his teammates, his friends and his love.

(~)

Damian was shifting in his bed while he heard beeping from his phone. He groaned irritated as he reached to get the phone and turned it off. He sighed lightly and went back to sleep again until he saw something wasn’t right. He got up and saw he was in a room. Filled with picture frames and some katana swords hanging on the walls. He assumed it was his room, but then he saw two luggage near the door. He raised his eyebrow in confusion until he felt a hand on his back. He turned to his right and saw Raven beside him.

“Damian, are you okay? Is something wrong?” Raven asked, caressing his cheek. Seeing how shocked he looked and how confused he was.

“Did—How—What is going on Raven?” Damian asked as he grabbed her hand.

“What do you mean?” Raven asked as she sat up covered herself with the covers as she ran her hand through her long black hair. Damian noticed she was covering most of her body and then looked at himself. His eyes widened, realizing he was naked. He quickly covered himself and cleared his throat. “Damian, you haven’t answered my question, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare again?”

Again? “Uh, yeah, something like that.” Damian replied reluctantly as he laid back down on his pillow. What the hell is happening here? First, we defeated Darkseid and returned to Earth, I saw the light shining brightly, me and Raven sharing our last moment. Then this happened?! What is going on? I need to talk to Constantine, wherever he is.

“Well, let me know if you start to have nightmares again, we can meditate together like last time.” Raven said as she rubbed and laid on his back, put kisses on the nape of his neck that sent him chills.

Damian saw Raven was going to get change as she got her clothes from a closet. He noticed there was a League of Assassins uniform can be found. His eyes widened in shock. “Are we in…. the League of Shadows?”

“Yes, you figured that the team could use a larger training area, so we went here.” Raven said. “You are sure acting strange. You sure you’re okay?”

“You really don’t know what has happened?” Damian asked carefully.

“Hmm, to be honest, no. But I know you’ll tell me when you are ready.” Raven smiled as she gave him a small kiss before leaving to change into her clothes.

Damian nodded slowly as he got to change while thinking of what has happened. She may not know what has happened. All he knew was that maybe Flash or Constantine had done something with their reality’s timeline. He doesn’t know if anyone could tell what has happened. He quickly got changed and got out of the kitchen and saw Titus was still sleeping with dog food beside him.

Damian walked around the room and then spotted something on the wall. Looks like a newspaper framed. He looked at it in shock as he saw the headline, made by Lois Lane, who is now alive in this new timeline.

DARKSEID HAS BEEN DEFEATED BY A TEAM OF SUPERHEROES AND SAVED PLANET EARTH

Damian ran his hand through his hair in shock and then saw another photo frame. It was him and Raven in front of the Titans tower. Both of them were smiling and noticed she was wearing her white cloak and had her long hair above her waist.

Then there was a knock on his door with Titus waking up growling. “Titus, calm down.” Damian commanded softly as he opened the door cautiously and saw his friends and teammates.

“Hey, Damian, we were wondering if training is still going?” Jaime asked.

Damian stood in shock to see his friends were alright. But it appears that they don’t seem to remember anything. Nothing at all. It’s good, right? “Uh, actually, why don’t you ask Kori? She is our leader, is she not?”

“Uh, dude, you hit your head or what? You’re our leader.” Garfield corrected with a light chuckle.

What? Kori was the leader not me, right? “Ah, right, then maybe we could have a day off. Just to be ourselves for the day.” Damian suggested.

“Wow, that is generous of you.” Jon said with a smirk. “It hasn’t been that long you’ve given us some time off.”

“Oh, spending time with your girlfriend? That’s sweet.” Donna smiled as Damian put on his rarest smiles and heard Raven was coming out in casual clothes with her hair down.

“So, no training I take it?” Raven asked with a smile as she greeted the others.

“N-no, no training today.” Damian shook his head.

“We could go to the carnival! We could go there for team bonding as a celebration of our anniversary.” Garfield suggested with a grin as he looked at Damian with a smirk that annoys him. A lot.

“What?” Damian asked in a very annoyed tone seeing his teammate was getting closer to him.

“Unless, you want to stay here with your girlfriend?” Garfield teased as he made kissing noises with Damian’s eye twitching in annoyance, but Raven held his hand to calm him down.

“Knock it off, Gar, I promised Donna and Terra that we go shopping.” Raven smiled with Damian’s eyes widened in shock.

“Wait? Terra?” Damian questioned in confusion.

“Who else would it be, team leader? Sorry, I came in late. I had to save some citizens in the city. Ready to go? Away from the boys for a change?” Terra asked with a smirk as she came to Gar’s side. Damian looked at her in shock, remembering she was supposed to be dead and that she had betrayed them. He saw how close Gar and Tara were. I thought Tara hated Beast Boy? Or maybe… So, Flash and Constantine did some few changes to this new timeline.

Raven noticed he has been acting strange and wanted to get to the bottom of this. “Yeah, I’m ready. Rachel, you ready?” Donna asked her with a smile.

“Yes, I’ll meet you at the gate. I’ll be there. I need to talk to our fearless leader for a moment.” Raven smiled as they all left them alone in their shared quarters. As the door was closed, Raven looked at Damian with a concerned look.

“Are you sure you are telling me the truth? You sure you are okay?” Raven asked him softly as she caressed both of his cheeks with Damian holding him and leaning into her touch.

“I-I will tell you soon. I just need to do something first before I go with the boys.” Damian replied. “I’m sorry. There’s something in need to take care of. I’ll come back and explain everything when I get back. I promise.”

“Okay. Don’t be late for dinner.” Raven said with a smile as they both kissed softly on the lips before leaving.

(~)

Later that day, Damian drove his motorcycle to the Wayne Manor and stopped in the front of the staircase. He got his helmet off and marched up the stairs with Alfred opening the doors. “Master Damian, how can we be of help? Is Rachel well?”

The young man sighed in relief to see Alfred was alright. Alive and well. When he left for the League of Assassin, he heard Alfred was dead. Killed by Parademons. “Master Damian?”

“I-I’m good. All good. Rachel’s alright. She’s with the girls.” Damian replied. “Where is father? I must speak with him. It’s urgent.”

“It is a coincidence I must say. He wanted to see you as well.” Alfred said to Damian who looked at him. “You know where he is.”

Damian nodded and went down to the bat cave seeing the computers was on and some papers on the table. He looked at the chair and saw his father was looking at something on the screen. He was reading the newspaper and watched the news that Lois Lane was reporting about the Apokolips.

“Father?” Damian called out to him.

“Damian? Glad you could make it. I am sure you are aware of the changes around you.” Bruce spoke up as he faced him as the young man walked down the stairs.

“Yes, I have. But Raven doesn’t seem to remember anything at all.” Damian said as he rubbed his eyes. “Then I saw all of my friends, saying I am the new leader and saw Terra alive! She was supposed to be dead!”

“I know this is all overwhelming, Damian. I did see many changes all over the world. It appears that Constantine and Flash had changed something in this timeline. Made alternate changes. The Justice League is back to normal. The Titans are alive as well.” Bruce said.

“So, where is Constantine?” Damian asked.

(~)

Somewhere in the Justice League headquarters, Constantine was smoking a cigarette thinking how he had changed their timeline. They had defeated Darkseid managed to save the Earth with the help of Flash. He couldn’t still believe it.

But again, he was happy to spend the rest of his life with the only one person he loves. Zatanna. She was back. She was back in his life and in this new changed timeline. But still he could not forgive himself for leaving her behind. He just froze, paralysed with fear. “Hey, John, you alright?” Zatanna asked worriedly.

“I am fine, love. Just relieved.” Constantine replied as he took out his cigarette.

“Oh? May I ask why you are relieved? This morning you looked shocked. Did you have a nightmare?” Zatanna asked as she rubbed his shoulders.

“Well it was hell of a nightmare, but in the end. It was all worth it when I saw your face.” Constantine replied with a smile and they both leaned in for a kiss. Everything was perfect. He had saved and brought back everyone with the Flash. And had heard they both brought back some other people in their lives again.

(~)

Raven was looking at her drink while thinking of something in her mind. Terra glanced over at the empath and sighed. “Okay, I’ll bite. What is wrong with you, Rachel? Is everything okay with Mister Muscles?”

“Hmm? My relationship with Damian is rather going well.” Rachel replied. “Nothing is wrong except he was acting weird. Like this morning.”

“Very weird. Did he tell you what was going on?” Donna asked curiously.

“He did say he’ll explain over dinner.” Raven replied as she drank her milkshake. “It’s funny. I had this strange dream last night. It was almost like we were in some kind of end of the world.”

The two girls looked at each other while Donna was explaining she has that same vibe. But can’t explain what really happened during the dream. It seemed vague. And there were some things left unclear. “Yeesh. Apokolips? Wow, does sound like the end of the world to me.” Terra said as she heard glass cup shattering from Raven, seeing her milkshake dripping. “Rachel, whoa, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just felt a sharp pain in my head. Sorry.” Raven replied. “And strangely it is gone.”

Terra and Donna both raised their eyebrows in confusion until the boys texted them if they all want to go to the carnival while Damian and Raven have their dinner. “So, we have done shopping, it’s time to go the carnival for our anniversary as Teen Titans.” Donna whispered excitedly, making sure their cover aren’t really blown. Terra chuckled with Raven smiling as she got her phone in her hand, seeing her wallpaper of Damian.

(~)

Raven went back to her quarters and saw Damian was waiting for her at the dining table. She smiled a bit and approached him, greeting him with a kiss on the forehead and sat on his lap. “How are you feeling now?” Raven asked as she played with his hair.

“To be honest. I was all over the place. Or way over my head.” Damian chuckled. “But other than that, beloved, I am feeling better.”

Raven smiled and leaned in for a soft kiss on the lips then pulled away. “But you didn’t explain why you were acting weird this morning.”

Damian had a feeling she would say that. Then he had an idea. “Look inside my head.” He grabbed her hands and plant them each of his temple. “I trust you.”

Raven looked at him for a few moments and then nodded in understanding. Trusting him as she closed her eyes and looked inside his head. She could hear screams. The horrid screams from the Justice League and the rest of the Teen Titans. It looked like the end of the world as Donna had said earlier.

Everyone they ever know and loved, were all killed. The whole city was ruined. All ruined. Set in flames. All buildings were destroyed. There was death and destruction everywhere. Reminds her of Azarath. She saw herself was weak. Really weak, until she saw Damian by her side. He was smiling lovingly at her as she stared in his emerald eyes. The next thing she saw was him saving his father from Darkseid. Then she revived him and donned her white cloak after his revival. It was a warm feeling she had felt from seeing that sight. It was love. Pure true love she had felt from Damian. She felt all of his feelings he felt for her.

She opened her eyes and looked at Damian. He looked into her purple eyes after she was finished seeing what had happened when the timeline had changed. “Wow…. Damian... I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t know have to say anything. I’m just glad you’re here. With me.” Damian smiled as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Me too. I’m glad that the two of us are together.” Raven smiled as she looked at the time and saw it was almost dinner time. She was thinking they could cook something together.

“Say, why don’t we skip dinner and join the others?” Damian asked with smirk.

Raven laughed a little with an amused smile. “Hmm, I like the sound of that.” Raven replied.

(~)

Gar was winning something for Terra but failed. He tried the game over and over again. Jaime hit him on the head. “Dude, enough! If you waste you money again, I won’t give your more to play the game.”

“And there are plenty of other games we could play.” Wally pointed out.

Gar groaned in defeat and then Terra comforted him with a kiss on cheek. “Don’t worry, chuckles. I’ll win something for you instead.”

“So, where are the lovebirds?” Wally asked.

“They said they’ll have dinner together.” Donna answered his question. “How romantic. It is so obvious that Damian has feelings for Raven from the start when I first arrived.”

“Yeah, no kidding, they have been spending way too much time together.” Jon said as he rolled his eyes. he turned to Jaime who looked at everyone. They all seem to pair up.

“We gotta get a girlfriend.” Jaime said as Jon nodded in agreement. Both were desperate for a girlfriend. Jon and Jaime felt a bit left out since everyone seemed to have a girl with them. Wally and Donna seemed to be getting well.

“Uh, you kidding? I could see it so clearly that they do have a thing for each other all this time.” Terra said with Gar putting an arm around her shoulders.

“And all of those missions together, they always get paired together.” Jaime said with a smirk. “Also, spending too much in each other’s room in the tower.”

“I thought you all do mind your business by now.” All of the titans all gasped softly when they heard their leader’s voice. They all turned around to see Damian and Raven in the carnival with them.

“Rachel! Damian! I thought you two were going out for dinner.” Donna thought as she came and hugged Raven. “You know on a date?”

“Well, Damian and I thought it would be great if all of us spend some time to celebrate our anniversary. All of us, together. We wouldn’t miss all of the fun.” Raven smiled as she held Damian’s hand.

“Oh yeah! I do what that rematch.” Garfield said with Damian shaking his head with a smile. it was good to see his friends and he saw his brother, Dick and Kori were spending time in the carnival as well. He watched his friends were shouting to find a new game to play.

He felt Raven was pulling him with her to play a game with a bright smile on her face. They all played different kinds of games. Gar and Jaime were trying to beat each other in a water gun, Donna nearly crushed a stall with her super strength. Terra just simply played a game and had won a prize for Garfield when they were trying to catch a fish in a net.

Damian and Raven just shared a cotton candy together just like when they first met. And then they walked along the path until they stumbled across the mirrors and she laughed seeing Damian’s large ass on the mirror just like before. Damian nudged her on the arm, making her see herself on the mirror having a skinny body. They both laughed while they went to see some more games to play.

Then Garfield has been begging Damian to do a rematch in the dancing match when he first arrived. Everyone cheered on Damian to dance against him until he gave up and did the dancing match with people watching and cheering on them.

Raven was smiling happily to see that Damian was having fun. Like actually having fun. Jaime and Jon were betting on Damian to win while Terra was cheering on Gar to beat their leader until he got exhausted and their leader won. “Oh, well that was brilliant.” Terra said sarcastically.

“Well, at least they are having fun.” Donna smiled.

“Or maybe Gar was just tired and let him win.” Raven smirked with Terra mumbling about something.

“So, what do we do next?” Jon asked everyone as they heard the announcer saying that the fireworks show is about to start. Everyone cheered as they all lined to the Ferris wheel to get a better view in the sky.

Garfield and Terra were sitting close together to see the stars and see the constellations up in the sky. Wally and Donna were just looking at the sky with smiles on their faces while Jaime and Jon were left behind down below.

“At least, they are all happy.” Jon said softly.

“Yeah. Let’s get ourselves some food or a drink.” Jaime sighed softly with him noticing how glum he looked and sounded.

“I thought you were going with Traci?” Jon asked with a grin.

“Shut up! She said she was spending time with her family. Besides, I don’t want her to miss out on family time.” Jaime explained.

Damian let Raven lay her head on his shoulder, watching the stars together. Before they were young awkward two teens and now, they’re together. Nothing can tear them apart. They were finally together. “Feels like old times.” Raven smiled.

“Yes, it does.” Damian said as he kissed her head and laid his head on hers. “There is something I need to ask you.”

Raven looked up at him as he seemingly looked away. “Damian, if this is about what I saw in your head. It was all in the past. We can finally move on.”

“I know. It’s… It’s about something else.” Damian said.

“Oh.”

“Well, I did ask you to join me in leading the League of Assassin during that time. You refused and I just left you. I don’t want to leave you alone. Never. I’ll stay by your side and I’ll always will, Raven.” Damian said as he held her hand.

“So, what are you saying?” Raven asked.

“I know we are still young teenagers. And legally 18 years old. All I am saying is. Raven, when I first met you. I had these overwhelming feelings for you. I tried to shake away the emotions, but I couldn’t. Over time, I never ignored it. I had fallen in love with you. Deeply.” Damian confessed with Raven smiling at him lovingly.

“So, all I was trying to say is that Raven…” Damian grabbed something in his pocket and shown her a black box. Raven gasped in shock. She had tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “Will you marry me and make me the most happiest man in this whole world? Be my beautiful bride?”

Damian looked at her lovingly as she cried and then kissed him passionately with him wrapping his arms around her. They both pulled away with Damian asking with a smile. “Is that a yes?”

“Of course, silly.” Raven replied as he put the ring on her finger. It has a red and purple crystals placed on the golden ring. It was their uniform colours. She loved it. She loved the ring. And she loves the man who she is going to spend the rest of her life with. “I love you, Damian.”

“I love you too, Raven.” Damian replied as they kissed underneath the stars and the fireworks playing in the sky. Seeing more beautiful colours with the stars twinkling as they all gasped seeing a shooting star.

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zombiesbecrazy · 5 years ago

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clark and dick, tol and smol hug? love your writing!

(Umm. This got quickly Out of Hand.)

“Superman.”

Clark turned his head a few more times than he’d like to admit, looking around to see where Batman’s disembodied voice was coming from, before he remembered the communicator on his wrist. It was a standard Justice League issued tech.

Standard JL tech that Batman had never once used to contact Clark. As far as he knew, Bruce hadn’t used it to contact anyone outside of a pre-authorized mission, ever.

“Batman?”

There was a delay and Clark wondered if maybe Bruce had changed his mind or maybe if he had imagined the call all together, when the link came to life again. “I need your assistance in Gotham immediately,” said Batman gruffly before the telltale click telling Clark that the line had been disconnected, without even giving him a chance to respond.

Clark simply sighed and took off into the sky, headed towards Gotham. Bruce wouldn’t have called him if it wasn’t an emergency.

***

As soon as he came into view, Clark knew that something was wrong. Bruce was pacing back and forth across the roof, an unusual movement of nervous energy while his shoulder were coiled and tight and ready to jolt. It was a weird combination of behaviour for someone who prided themselves on being a bit of a stoic enigma.

Clark landed on the rooftop beside him, but Bruce ignored his arrival, instead choosing to pause his restless walking and look downwards to the street below. A soft grunt escaped him, disappointment evident in even the smallest of sounds, before he turned around to finally acknowledge that Clark was there.

“I need another set of eyes. There is a young boy, approximately nine years old, who went missing earlier tonight. Last spotted on Clifton Street, headed due west. I can’t find him.” Bruce lifted his chin in the direction of the street in question. “His guardians are concerned.”

Clark tried to remain impassive, but it was such a strange request for him to be called into Gotham on even the worst of nights, but to be called in for a single missing child was unheard of when things like that were handled on a nightly basis by Batman and the GCPD. He would absolutely help, he always had told Bruce that he was just a call away if he was needed, but this was never what he expected to be brought in for. “I can take a look but I need a little more to go on. Description? Name?”

“Short for his age. 129 cm tall. Black hair. Blue eyes. X ray scan may show evidence to healed fracture to his left wrist, from approximately two years go.” Clark was about to lift off the roof to start his search when Bruce lowered his voice to continue. “Wearing a red tunic, yellow cape and a domino mask.” His lips thinned as he pressed them together, obviously not wanting to share anymore, but knowing that he had to now that Clark was the one helping. “Answers to Robin.”

What?

“Br-.” Bruce shot him a sharp look and Clark corrected. “Batman, what have you been up to?” Now that Clark thought about it a little more, Batman had been distance from the League lately, always too busy in Gotham to assist with volunteer missions but yet the crime rate hadn’t seen any sort of spike that he knew of.

Had Bruce taken a child into the streets of Gotham to fight crime? He couldn’t have. That would be impossible and no one would do something like that.

Except that all the evidence that Clark had made it sound like it was absolutely what he had done.

Even further, was Bruce now a dad? Who had put his own child at risk?

Clark wasn’t sure which he liked less.

Batman crossed his arms across his chest, giving an irritated look that had no effect on Clark now that he was listening to the way that Bruce’s heart was pounding beneath the armor. Fast, like he was at full exertion. Beads of perspiration on the edge of the cowl. If Clark were a betting man, he would have said that Bruce was doing his best not to have a full on meltdown. “It was a training exercise.”

“What was?”

“Hide and seek. Robin was to hide to see if he could evade me for an hour. Once the hour was up, if I hadn’t found him he was to meet me here. His previous best had been 52 minutes.” Bruce looked back towards the end of the building, fingers tightening around his own arms, Kevlar bending ever so slightly under the stress. “It’s been two hours.”

Clark stared at Bruce, unable to come up with a single word to say to him. Bruce had thought that it was a good idea to bring a kid on patrol with him. To turn it into some sort of game. A nine year old, loose on the streets of Gotham at night, where the worst of the worst lived and a place that frankly gave Clark bad dreams when he spent too much time there. Part of him wanted to yell at Bruce, to try and knock some sense into him, but it was clear that Bruce was already panicking about what was happening, even if it was mostly internalized. There was a child missing, one that was apparently under his charge, and he didn’t know what to do, so he asked for help from the one person he could trust to find him fast. Just doing so was an admittance that he knew he had made a mistake. “I’ll find him.” He eventually settled on, not knowing what else to say. “And when I get back, you and I are going to have a very serious discussion.” The cowl eyes stared at him unblinking, but said nothing in return. Clark floated off the rooftop “Any other ways to narrow it down?”

“He was to stay south of Park Row.” Bruce started to pace the rooftop again, message clear that he was planning on staying put in case the boy, this Robin, appeared unharmed at their meeting place. Batman froze mid step. “The code word is elephant.” Clark raised an eyebrow and Bruce turned back towards the street. “If he asks you. He’s not supposed to go with strangers if they don’t know the code word.”

***

Clark hovered above the city, closing his eyes to try and filter through the sounds of Gotham at night, which unlike most cities somehow seemed to become more alive after the sun was down. Cars driving below. Occasional planes overhead in the distance. As he narrowed his focus he heard families in their homes, parents ushering their kids into bed. He heard drug deals and plots of robberies that had yet to take place. He heard restaurants and bars serving their clientele. Pushing the extra noises aside, he listened for sounds of kids in distress, kids where they shouldn’t be.

There were far too many of them and Clark’s heart tightened at their cries as Gotham filled his ears.

He was going to have to narrow it down and to do that, he had to follow every lead.

The first two children Clark found were homeless, curled up together under a bridge but looked warm under their blankets and sheltered from the wind. He had tried to take them to a shelter for the night, but they adamantly refused, loudly insisting that their mom was getting food and would be right back. Clark wasn’t sure if he believed them or not, but promised that he would be back later that night to check on them.

He didn’t think they would run. Children rarely lied to Superman.

Similar events happened three more times. He found kids in places where they shouldn’t be late at night. They turned down his help. He said he’d be back to check on them later. They waved as he flew away.

It was a frustrating experience to be asked not to help and he was starting to commiserate with the struggles that Batman faced on a nightly basis.

He stopped in a cold, dark alley that was filled with dumpsters and while he couldn’t see them, he could hear dogs barking behind gates nearby, threatening anyone who came too close to their claim. There was the faintest of sniffles that had his attention. Clark slowly followed them, not wanting to scare the child off, when he found the source curled up in a ball and wedged between two of the bins. He would have been impossible to see unless someone was specifically looking for him, face down but with a mop of dark hair and skinned knees curled up to his chest, yellow cape wrapped tight around him.

“Robin?” Clark asked quietly, making the child startle, head raising and a domino mask blinked up at him, tear tracks clear as day splashing down his cheeks.

The small boy wiped his cheeks quickly, doing nothing to hide the evidence of his panic, and took in Clark’s appearance. “S-superman?”

Clark crouched down as small as he could, careful not to block Robin in completely, and nodded. “B sent me.” The child’s eyes widened in a way that was usually comical to Clark when kids saw him in the flesh, but tonight it just made him sad. Had the boy thought that no one was coming for him? Or was he just surprised about who it was who had. He hoped it was the latter. “You hid too well and he couldn’t find you.”

“I got lost. I didn’t want to be scared because I knew he was coming but...” Robin sniffed, pulling the cape taut and trying to cover his bare legs completely. “I don’t know this part of the city very well and the dogs and…”

“It’s okay. Getting lost scares me too.” It was true. As a little kid, probably not much older than Robin, Clark had gotten lost in a corn maze at the fair. It felt like hours that he had wandered the paths, until his dad came in and found him. He had never felt more relieved than he did in that moment. The helplessness of the situation stuck with him, clinging to his memories and liked to slink into his thoughts late at night from time to time.

The small boy hummed in agreement, taking it in stride the idea that Superman could be afraid of something, but if Robin had a close relationship with Batman, with Bruce, he would know that there are always just people behind the masks and people could have fear, mask or not. “I kept waiting for him but he was taking a long time to find me.” Robin whispered, more to himself than to Clark. “Is he mad?”

“Not at you. I think he might be mad at himself. And he didn’t say it, but I think he was a little bit scared too when you didn’t find each other.” Which was an understatement based on what Bruce’s heart rate had been. “Can I take you to him? We can walk or we can fly. It’s up to you.”

“We can… you’d fly with me?” For the first time Clark got a glimpse at a child who wasn’t scared or lost, but rather one presented with a birthday cake on a summer day. The idea of flying had chased away the shadows of the alley, at least in Robin’s eyes.

“If it isn’t too scary. It’s faster than walking and I know my way around Gotham better from the sky.”

“I’m not afraid of flying.” With that confirmation, Clark stood and took a step back and held his hand out to Robin. Robin slid out of his hidey-hole, and reached for Clark’s hand before pulling his back at twice the speed. “Code word?” Robin asked in the most serious tone that Clark had ever hear from someone so young.

Clark chuckled at the idea that a kid dressed in a costume to fight crime was questioning the safety of going with Superman, but not flying with Superman, but he clamped it down quickly based on the unimpressed look starting to appear on Robin’s face; eerily similar to the one he had seen on Bruce’s more than once when Clark has done something that had been deemed silly. “Elephant.” Robin nodded in affirmation, like Clark had successfully worked out at difficult math problem to acceptable success, and took Clark’s hand.

It was so small in Clark’s grasp.

Clark crouch down again to Robin’s height. “We have a couple of seating options of Air Superman for you this evening. You can hold onto my neck and ride on my back. There is the ever popular bridal style carry.” He looked Robin over carefully. Besides the scrapes on his knees, he seemed unharmed, but he was trembling all over, still shaken up from his adventure through the streets. “But the recommended method for a tough night like this is the Super Hug. Tight and secure and the best for when you are feeling a little down in the dumps.” Robin’s eyes widened through the mask and nodded firmly.

Clark had barely extended his arms fully when Robin launched himself at him, arms around his neck, legs trying to wrap his waist but not quite reaching all the way to lock his ankles, and chin resting on his shoulder. Clark gave him a gentle squeeze and rubbed his back in what he hoped was a soothing way, and instantly felt Robin relax into his arms, stress from his night melting away now that he felt save. Long ago, Clark had been nervous with children and babies. Always afraid that he would squeeze too hard or drop them but his Ma had laughed him off.

“Everyone is worried at first, but everyone knows how to hold a child once they are doing it. They’ll help you figure out what they need.”

For the first time, Clark really understood what she meant as he hugged Robin securely in place against him.

“Ready to see Batman, Robin?”

“Yes, please.” Clark felt Robin yawn into his shoulder, settling down further into his arms as the adrenaline from the night leaked from his small frame. “Up, up and away, Superman.”

Despite the claim that he wasn’t afraid of flying, Clark had expected Robin to react as they left the ground. Almost everyone did. They either tensed up or yelled or gave some sort of reaction of surprise, but if anything the boy someone relaxed more, cuddled up to Clark as the ground got farther and farther below them.

As they reached their destination, Bruce watched them approach. To an outsider, it just would have been Batman scowling on a rooftop but Clark saw so much more. His heart rate slowing down, muscles relaxing, jaw unclenching and a slow, shuddering sigh with each foot closer that they got. They hit the rooftop and Robin scurried out of Clark’s hold and ran to Batman, leaping into his arms. Clark did his best to try and ignore the whispered apologies on both sides and the tears that were now flowing freely from Robin as well as the ones that he suspected might be forming under the cowl as the two hugged each other, yellow cape mixing with black. He was going to skip the lecture tonight and just let Batman be reunited with his Robin. The child was safe and sound and they just needed to be together, not hear about their mistakes that they both had made. Discussions and questioning of sanity could be had another time; this was a time for comfort.

He took off from the building again, no longer wishing to intrude on this moment, but Bruce caught his eye, message passing between them.

Thank you.

Clark nodded in return and took off into the darkness that was Gotham. He had other plans, other children of Gotham to check in with on his way back home now that he knew this one was going to be alright.

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#bruce wayne #clark kent #dick grayson #hug drabbles #i don't know how to drabble and this got out of hand

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scarlct-vvitch · 5 years ago

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yooo 29 do whatever ship you want

yoooo my dude have some superbat

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Bruce pulls into the driveway, kills the engine, flicks off the headlights. The sky seems to swallow his car in darkness. It’s almost impossibly wide out here; miles and miles of nothing but blackness and stars. It makes him miss the texture of the Gotham sky, always full of helicopters and skyscrapers and superheroes.

He more misses the familiarity more than anything; he’s never been good with new places. Gotham is where he belongs, whether it’s running it or defending it.

But he’s not in Gotham anymore. He’s in a driveway he never thought he’d pull into again, and the house in front of him seems too-large to his anxious psyche. He knows he has to get out of the car - preferably before anyone inside hears him hesitating - but he really doesn’t want to. Maybe ten years ago, he would’ve just backed out of the dirt driveway and left, but unfortunately, now he knows better.

Not to mention Alfred would never let him back into the manor if he found out Bruce just sat here in his car all night and never went in.

Bruce sighs, runs a hand through his hair, and opens the door. He doesn’t let himself hesitate as he gets out and starts to make his way through to the house. Dirt swirls around his feet and he walks to the porch. He makes it all the way to the door, fist raised to rap on the wooden frame, before he freezes.

Going back to the car seems really, really tempting.

He’s not the kind of person who can do this. He’s never been the kind of person who could do this. He’s going to ruin it all, he knows it, and maybe it’s more worth it to just send a text that he couldn’t make it, to just run back to his car and push it as fast as it’ll go to get out of this stupid open Kansas sky--

Suddenly, the door flies open, and Bruce’s brain freezes.

“Hey,” Clark says, and he has that breathless smile he always gets when Bruce actually shows up to something, like he can’t quite believe it. Bruce has a love/hate relationship with the expression. “You made it.”

“I did,” Bruce says slowly. He expects Clark to step aside and let him in, but Clark surprises him and steps outside with him instead, closing the door behind himself.

Bruce raises an eyebrow, but is secretly a little glad that he doesn’t have to go inside quite yet.

“Figured you needed a minute,” Clark offers in explanation. “I could hear you brooding in your car.”

Bruce takes a moment to fight down a sigh. “You...weren’t wrong,” he admits.

Clark gives him that goofy half-smile and gestures for them to sit down in the rocking chairs behind Bruce.

The whole thing is disgustingly Kansas.

“She’s over the moon, by the way,” Clark says after a minute of quiet.

“Hm?”

“My mom. When I told her you agreed to come for dinner. She went the whole nine yards -- I hope you’re prepared for about ten Midwestern dishes you’ve never heard of. And cake.”

Bruce chuckles. “I was told to come with an empty stomach. Glad I listened.”

“For once,” Clark adds, and Bruce rolls his eyes.

They sit in silence for another moment, but it isn’t quite quiet; Bruce can hear crickets and rustling leaves and wind moving the limbs of the trees. He can’t imagine what it sounds like to Clark.

“I get why you always want to spend your time flying around,” Bruce says, looking up.

Clark tilts his head. “How so?”

“The sky’s very inviting here. Probably the lack of smog.”

Clark snorts. “It is. It was impossible to keep me on the ground after I figured out I didn’t have to be there.”

Bruce can almost picture it -- a small, curly-haired, wide-eyed Superman desperately trying to keep his head in the clouds.

He glances over at Clark, who’s looking up at the sky like he wants to take off, and figures he should probably get them inside before he does. He stands and straightens his jacket. “Shall we?”

“I don’t think anyone has ever said that before going into my house, but yes, we shall,” Clark grins, then holds out his arm for Bruce to take. Bruce ignores him, but makes sure their shoulders knock as he walks around Clark.

He walks into the house and stops almost immediately, taking in the absolutely insane amount of food on the table. Clark follows him in and laughs at Bruce’s shocked expression.

“You could have warned me,” Bruce hisses at him.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Clark says, all too innocent, before he claps Bruce on the shoulder. “You should’ve known what you were getting into, city boy.”

Bruce glares at Clark’s obnoxious smile. It doesn’t work.

“Don’t be grumpy. Come on, it’s time for dinner!”

“Probably the last one I’ll ever have,” Bruce mutters under his breath as he watches Clark walk into the kitchen.

“I heard that!”

#writing #my writing #superbat #fanfiction #superbat fic #superman #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne #i hope u like it my dude #i went for cute #did it work

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avengersassemble-fics · 4 years ago

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You Again

part 010/?? “the encounter with oliver queen”

masterlist

previous part // next part

word count 6k jorwbngjroeagn

WARNINGS: slight mention of thoughts of suicide; smut i.e expressive word usage, dry humping

an: erajibgijrea;bgj;ire don’t kill me. this was the dress inspo. also, for those who didn’t see my post, I was considering switching Bruce Wayne descriptions and face usage to our new batman, robert pattinson. and also switching barry allen to the grant gustin one.. yikes so much has happened to our dc people huh?

Being back in Star City (although the last time you wandered the streets it was still known as Starling) felt like you were eighteen again. You were instantly hit with the memories you had shared with your college roommate Laurel wandering these streets at night from one destination to another every Friday night. You also remembered why you were jumping destination to destination, and that was following in the steps of her high school sweetheart: Oliver Queen.

You had only met him once or twice in passing. One of those times was when you had returned from that first fateful trip back home and he nearly immediately left the room. The second and final time you had seen him was shortly before his disappearance, and with him went Laurel’s sister… But Laurel pushed through, and last you knew still lived here in the city. You wondered how Oliver’s reemergence from death affected her. Regret settled into the pit of your stomach with the thought that you hadn’t been there for her with that, but you chalked it up to being in two different worlds now.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when the front desk attendant was handing back your credit card and a little envelope with the standard two keycards. You nodded your thanks and walked back over to Clark, who had been patiently waiting close by the elevators and carried all the bags. “Got the keys?”

“Yup,” you replied. You had moved to grab at least your bag from him but he shook his head. “Oh come on don’t be a macho man. I can carry a bag”

“You have a bag,” Clark grinned and motioned to the small wallet in your hand. You rolled your eyes and tapped the button on the wall. “Really it’s no problem. I’ve carried more.”

The door dinged softly before the doors opened, and you each stepped inside. You could feel the elevator shift slightly with Clark’s weight and couldn’t help but bite your cheek. When the doors finally closed you let out a small chuckle. “Yeah yeah. Cars, planes, spaceships--”

“Buildings,” he chimed in. You smiled a bit.

“Oh yeah can’t forget the buildings.”

Your voice trailed off, watching the floor numbers move one by one. Clark had caught the tone shift, but he didn’t push any further. He let you lead the way when the doors reopened to a hallway, he followed you down a few feet and then around a corner before coming to a halt before a door. You pushed it open for him and held it ajar for him to easily enter, and when he did he set the bags down on one of the couches that adjourned the suite. It was a large room, or rooms really, and he took a quick glance around. “You paid for a suite for only one night?”

“No,” you said as you worked on grabbing things out of your bag. Clark raised a brow before you looked up and offered him a smile. “Bruce is paying for this for only one night.”

Clark chuckled a bit but continued to watch while you pulled out a garment bag, which must have housed your dress, other pieces of black fabric, and then a bundle of essentials. You hummed quietly to yourself, and went over to one of the double doors and pushed it open, and he was knocked from his train of thought. “I’m going to shower then get ready.. The other room should have a bathroom as well if you wanted.”

“Yeah, I probably will. Thanks,” he replied. You gave him another smile before closing the door behind you and Clark finally let out a pent up sigh. He went to rummage through his own bag when he heard the shower turn on, and he could hear the faint echo of your feet hitting the shower floor. Clark took a deep breath before moving again to the other room, he needed to cloud his senses so he couldn’t focus on the sound of you drenching the included loofah in soap before running it over your skin. He quickly turned his own shower on to block out the sound the fabric made as it worked across what he knew to be bare skin. Clark couldn’t help but shutter as he himself discarded his clothes and stepped into the freezing water.

Anything to get his mind off of the idea that he could just easily be in the other shower with you.

It was nearing time for them to leave. Though the venue was a short ways away from where you had chosen to stay, though now that Clark thought about it this looked to be the nicest hotel in Star City, he was eager to get what they needed and get out. He knew who Oliver Queen was, he had also seen some of this Green Arrow’s early work, and though he knew you could handle yourself he couldn’t help but worry about how tonight would go. Clark was looking out of the ceiling to floor windows when his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. With one fell swoop he pulled it out and answered it.

“Diana,” he greeted through the line. Though he couldn’t see it, Diana was sitting comfortably back at the warehouse bunker, enjoying the peace and quiet not having people around brought her.

“Hey. Listen I was going through Bruce’s information on Star City, and wanted to give you a bit of a warning.”

Clark took a couple steps away from the window and raised his brow. “What exactly are you warning us of?”

“Well,” Diana sighed into his ear. “There have been attacks recently. The media refers to him as the Throwing Star Killer. Nothing you can’t handle, but.. Something to keep an eye out for. I’m not sure if Mr. Queen’s presence will draw any unwarranted attention from this guy.”

“I won’t be too far from her then,” he said. The two mumbled goodbyes to one another and when Clark went to put his phone back into his pocket he heard you tumble in the other room, followed by a quiet “shit”. Cautiously he neared the door and tapped on it with a couple of his fingers.

“Yeah!” You had called out, though he could hear the exasperation in your voice. Clark cleared his throat, shuffling his feet a bit to speak closer to the door.

“Is everything alright?” He asked. You hesitated for a moment from what he could tell before he heard your feet shuffle over to the door. You unlocked one of the sides and pulled one door open just a crack, just enough for your face to come into view. Clark could see your work, your hair shaped in a way that framed your face, which was painted in a way that accented your skin perfectly. If anything you knocked the wind out of him, but he couldn’t help but see you hide yourself behind the door and look over him with curiosity.

“You look nice,” you offered him. Clark looked down at himself for a second before meeting your gaze again.

“Thank you,” he said in a light tone. “Are you..?”

“Ready? No, I.. I kinda need help.”

“Help,” Clark repeated. He felt his stomach twist but he kept his cool, only offering you a nod. “I can help..?”

“Okay,” you replied back rather quickly. “Hold on just a sec.”

You had closed the door again but didn’t lock it. Clark wondered where you were off too but he didn’t have too long to think about it before you cleared your throat and offered for him to enter. Clark carefully pushed open the door again, letting himself in and glancing around the room. When his eyes fell on you he had to catch his breath. You were standing inside your dress, which draped down you beautifully in a light grey color. The strapless number was framed in the front in a low v shape, with two straps that hung over your arms. Clark could see you holding the fabric up with your hands, your own fingers draped across your chest and he blinked when you began to speak. “I was putting it on and the zipper stuck and.. Well can you finish zipping it?”

Speechless, Clark could only offer a nod but you turned away from him regardless. Now taking steps closer, he held his breath in fear of what being so close to you would make him do. Clark had never been one to be able to control his desires around you, and with your back turned he got a full look of your soft back. As he stood behind you now, one hand worked on the zipper and pulled it up carefully as to not ruin this beautiful piece of clothing. He had to ignore the feeling of your skin under the graze of his fingers, up and up until the zipper was done, and he could close the little latch on top. He could see the little ruptures of goosebumps across your back, and for some reason he was able to play it off cooly when you turned around again. If you had felt anything, he couldn’t see it past your offered smile but then your face changed.

“Oh hold on,” you told him. With another simple nod you turned your back to him and grabbed something from the bed. When you turned back to face him you held a set of heels near in color, and you grasped onto his shoulder and knelt down to slide your foot into one shoe, then face him at a higher level and smiled. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Clark chuckled. You switched the hand that held onto him to balance yourself and moved to put the other shoe on. Clark could almost sense it before it happened, the foot already in a heel wobbled a bit, and he quickly gripped onto your waist to steady yourself. You inhaled sharply, stopping your movements, and you both stared at one another, as if daring one to make a move. Clark slowly took the heel you were still holding from your hand and kneeled down before you. Careful not to shudder at the intimate way he was before you, and your one hand now seemed to tense up around his shoulder, you slowly lifted the slit of your dress to arch your leg for him. Clark gripped onto the soft skin of your calf and ankle and slowly ease your foot into the heel, fighting the urge to follow the curve of your leg up past the material that covered you.

The room held a heavy feeling in it when he straightened back up, now at near equal heights both could see the slight darkness in the other eyes. It was dangerous territory, and luckily before either could make a move they might regret, the sudden burst of the main hotel room door broke them apart. Barry Allen stood gracefully tugging at the clasps on the wrist of his suit.

“Did I miss something?”

These galas were everything you had always loved about your job. With the recent contract signed with a notable client, due to an NDA you couldn’t discuss of course, you were always in search of something spectacular for them. Spectacular pieces were found in spectacular places after all, right?

Tonight was no different. It was easier to be relaxed in a place you had frequented before (you actually had done your internship with this particular company during your undergrad in the city) and though you didn’t know it, any hint of a threat was hidden by Clark. Entering at separate times, when you did catch a glimpse of him he was surveying something, but he seemed to hear your entrance. You offered a slight nod to one another, and as you made your way through the small crowds surrounding pieces of art, you looked around for the Mayor himself.

He seemed liked by the people, like he cared about the city which was a refreshing thing to know given who you knew him as all those years ago. In all honesty, looking at the piece before you kind of reminded you of him. The legacy behind Oliver Queen, that was. It depicted a new beginning, being brought from the darkness and into the light. If that didn’t scream Queen then what did? It also made you wonder while purchasing it, that maybe Bruce wasn’t so far gone as well. You didn’t look back towards the entry until you heard the feverish snaps of cameras and calls from outside, all echoing the same word.

Queen.

Oliver Queen looked near identical from what you could remember in passing. Though he had light traces of a beard and was definitely more muscle now, there was one thing that hadn’t changed. The smile. It dazzled even all the way across the room. You were brought back to the moment when the art curator offered their hand, and you obliged in a simple shake. Once they departed you you grabbed a flute of champagne and sipped on the bubbly drink as you lingered around the outskirts of the room. Soft music rang in your ears, some swaying to the stringed instruments, but you wanted to look around a bit longer. Your eyes gazed over the intricate painting, splashed with green but the figure in the water distorted and lonely.

It made your chest tighten. It was speaking to you directly.

“Covo’s Swimmers would be one of my favorite series of paintings I’ve seen,” a voice said from beside you. You swirled your flute around as the person settled in by your side, letting out a sigh at the tilt of their head. “The lack of distinguishable features really makes you feel it--”

“That it’s you,” you finished the thought. You glanced over at the person who tore their eyes from the painting and greeted you. You smiled a bit before facing them fully. “I didn’t know you were a man of art, Mr. Queen.”

“And I believe we’ve met before,” Oliver offered. “We have haven’t we?”

“Briefly. In passing,” you chuckled a bit. “Though you probably wouldn’t remember me. I was Laurel’s roommate in college.”

He thought for a moment before something seemed to click. You didn’t know if he was playing this off, but if so he was good at it. He was so casual with himself it would’ve fooled anyone. “It was after the fall break right? If I recall correctly I booked it as soon as I heard the crying.”

“Yeah. Yeah you did,” you said lightly.

“I’m sorry,” Oliver offered. But you feverishly shook your head.

“Oh god, no, really it’s fine. Who really wants to hear about hometown boyfriend drama anyway?”

Oliver laughed a bit, and you could see why the people liked him. He was easy going despite his name and title, he just looked to connect with people. If he was the Green Arrow, then you wondered what that looked like. You heard the menacing stories, but for some reason they didn’t line up with who you were talking to right now.

“Are you still living in Star City?” He asked you. You both had moved on, walking shoulder to shoulder and he grabbed a flute of champagne for himself. He occasionally glanced over at you, really engage in what you had to say. But you also couldn’t help but notice Clark linger at every word too in the distance.

“No, I primarily work out of Gotham now,” you explained. “I was in Metropolis for a couple months but--”

“Let me guess,” Oliver cut in. “Someone kept you in Gotham.”

“More like bamboozled me,” you joked. “We aren’t together anymore. But gosh that’s neither here nor there.”

“But you stayed,” Oliver stated. You nodded a bit to yourself before sighing softly.

“I did. Partly because I thought something would work out, and partly because I can’t get out of my lease agreement.”

You tried to make light of the situation, and though you had hoped for more time with him, to try and sprinkle in some kind of notion that you needed to talk to him alone. Another man came to his side, whispering something into Oliver’s ear and when offered a nod, disappeared nearly as quickly as he had shown up. Oliver turned back to you and offered a smile, but also offered a goodbye.

“My apologies but--”

“Duty calls?”

Oliver smiled and nodded. “I’m afraid so, but it was nice to catch up again (Y/N).”

You watched Oliver disappear back to the front, and out the exit before being met again with the flashes of cameras and hollers of his name. You were stuck in your place, not noticing Clark moving around the room but when you both were able to share a gaze at one another, it was as if you shared only one thought.

You didn’t remind Oliver of your name.

Tonight was a bust. You certainly didn’t get what you wanted.

After departing separately, when you had gotten back to the hotel room and slid the key into the lock, you were met with the quiet and emptiness the room had to offer. You set the key down on the table as you entered, the click of your heels radiating against the linoleum floor, as you headed over to the minibar (well it was more like a full sized bar, definitely held more than your average hotel) and poured yourself a glass of bourbon. Though the champagne left you just slightly warmed, you wanted more. As you sipped at the darker liquid you made sure to press the button that closed the blinds on the large windows before setting yourself down on the couch. The fabric of your dress sat nicely on the cushions and you crossed your leg over the other, the slit letting your exposed skin breath. You didn’t have long to wonder what the other two knuckleheads had been up to.

One drink in. That was for Bruce and his dumb little credit card.

Two drinks in. Another one for Bruce and his dumb little credit card and equally dumb Catwoman. You hope they choked.

Three drinks in. Okay maybe not choked. Maybe just hoped that it was not as good as you knew it to be.

Four in? Doesn’t excuse the cheating.

You were on five you think when the door beeped quietly and it was pushed open by Barry, followed by Clark. Barry was talking about something or the other but you couldn’t quite hear him over the rampant thought swirling in your head. The warmth in your chest also helped make his voice a little more garbled as you set the glass cup down on the table, and squint over at them. Barry grabbed his bag from where Bruce had left it and glanced towards the room you had gotten ready in. “I have dibs on the other!”

With his declaration he was gone in a flash and the door was closed shut behind him. You were left alone with Clark who had undone his jacket and placed it over the back of a chair. He surveyed the room before looking over you, and could see the light flush of your cheeks. “How many did you have?”

You tapped your fingers on your thigh and hummed a bit, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. “Hmm.. Five. But tiny glasses.”

“Tiny glasses, yeah, okay,” Clark said as he picked up the half empty bottle. You smiled sweetly at him and he looked over to the only doors open in the hotel still. “Think we should get you to bed.”

“I think you should leave me be,” you said, nearly immediately followed by a small hiccup. Clark bit the inside of his cheek to not laugh.

“Still can’t hold your liquor huh?”

“Still can’t leave me alone, huh?” You mimicked. Clark rolled his eyes and walked over to you offering his hand.

“Come on,” he said, wiggling his fingers at you. You grumbled in response but took his hand to help you up. You gripped onto his hand as he walked you to your room, but the alcohol didn’t stop you from talking.

“He knew me, Clark! Isn’t that weird? I mean I only knew him from my friend, but we never met met. Y’know? S’all a little weird, hm?”

“Definitely a little weird,” Clark offered you. You hummed happily and eased yourself to sit on the bed. You had easily taken the heels off by yourself, and Clark looked over at your bag, which you took as an offer to grab you something.

“Oo oo can you grab the tank top and black shorts?”

Clark nodded and did as he was asked as you stood from your spot. He laid the pieces of clothing out on the bed and you turned your back to him, and he knew what you were asking. He moved your hair over one shoulder and relished at the fact he got to undress you again. He pulled open the delicate clasp, and managed to get the broken zipper down. Clark didn’t know what to expect, not with the state you were in, but he wasn’t expecting you to let the dress fall to the ground. He watched you turn to grab the clothes he had just seen, the curve of your body he couldn’t seem to forget about, bent over for his full viewing. He could see from the side the perfectly round sides of your breasts and erect nipples, more likely from not only the alcohol but rubbing against the fabric now on the floor. But he also couldn’t help but look over your perfectly round ass, stretched up for his eyes only, and how the fabric of your panties seemed to quench around your pussy.

Clark was in over his head. He thanked someone, anyone, when you were finally covered up, but it didn’t help the dryness in his mouth or the tightness he felt in his core. You pulled your hair out from the shirt and turned back to face him. “Get some rest.”

Clark needed to get out but when he moved towards the door he hadn’t expected you to grab a hold of his hand again. “Where are you going?”

“To sleep on the couch,” he said, turning back to face you. You frowned at him and glanced over his shoulder.

“You wont fit.”

“It’s okay,” he tried to reassure you. He tried to turn away again but you didn’t let him go. You looked over him with curiosity, and shook your head.

“This bed is big enough, Clark,” you said. Your voice didn’t shutter or hold any trace that you weren’t sully aware of what you were offering. Clark looked over your body, and took your other hand in his, giving you a firm squeeze.

“I’ll be fine on the couch,” he repeated. You narrowed your gaze at him, though it didn’t look menacing at all. You were trying to win this fight, and he knew that with a heart like yours, you wouldn’t settle with an oversized man sleeping on a small modern couch like in the other room. Clark wasn’t going to win this battle. He sighed and you smiled. “Okay fine.”

You clapped one of his hands before you finally climbed into the bed. Clark averted his eyes as you crawled up to the top and peeled back the covers, and he had to quickly grab his bag and lock himself in the bathroom. Clark peeled himself out of the formal dress top and fumbled with his own pants. He had to collect himself before going back out there.

Was he acting irrational? Yes, of course. He had only had a few good interactions with you, who was he to feel any kind of attraction towards you like this? Like nothing had ever happened? His mother raised him better than to think he was entitled to anything. Whether that was forgiveness, or especially your body. You deserved better than the rampant thoughts that coursed through his mind. Even if he had seen you so exposed, that didn’t mean you were asking for him to ogle you. Clark caught his breath, made sure the persistent twist in his stomach was gone before he opened the bathroom door and entered the room again.

You were laid down on the side closest to the bathroom, so Clark made sure to close and lock the door to the main room before moving to the other side of the bed. You rolled onto your side as Clark climbed in under the sheets, laying flat on his back as you watched him. He let out a long sigh as his muscles relaxed into the bed. And with one flick of his fingers the lamp on his side was out, enveloping the room in near darkness. The only light that peered in was from the window, peeking under the curtains in a dim light, just enough to where you both could see one another. Clark positioned himself with one arm under his head, the other neatly by his side. But you peered over him and nestled your head into the pillow you laid on.

“Clark?” You asked, and he replied in a small hmm. You hesitated to ask him something, but when he turned to meet your gaze, you smiled a bit and whispered to him. “Can I ask you a dumb question?”

“I’m sure it isn’t dumb,” Clark whispered back. You scoffed a bit, but moved just a tad bit closer to him.

“I mean I’ve read some of the stuff written about you but I never knew if that reporter was right or not--”

“What reporter?” Clark asked. You hummed a bit as if searching your memory before nodding to yourself.

“Louie? Lana?”

“Lois,” Clark breathed. He felt you nod again and he sighed a bit. “What she wrote was right.. She was the uh, woman I was seeing before-”

“Oh,” was all you needed to say before he went too far with the details. You had rolled back onto your back, and Clark felt something drop in his chest. You had pulled away from him. Silence enveloped the two for a couple moments before you spoke again. “What did you find out? When you left I mean.”

“I learned that I’m from a planet called Krypton,” Clark began to explain. “It orbited a Red Star which enhances our powers, but here this sun isn’t as strong, almost poisonous. But since I’ve been here since birth it doesn’t affect me like it could others.”

“The others who came here a few years ago.. They were from your homeworld?”

“Yes,” Clark replied. “They wanted to rebuild Krypton on Earth. I couldn’t allow that to happen. The symbol.. It stands for hope. And what’s hope is you’re eradicating people from their own homes?”

“When I read the stories about Superman, before seeing any pictures I knew it was you.. Deep down,” you smiled to yourself in the dark. “I was happy you found what you were looking for.. But honestly I was jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Mhm,” you offered. “You figured out your purpose.. Not everyone gets to figure that out.”

“You don’t think you have a purpose?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t really know.. I think about it sometimes, now more than ever y’know? You’re a literal superhero, Diana is a goddess, Barry is not only a genius but also a superhero, and Bruce, as angry as I am with him.. He’s a genius. A philanthropist.. He can enact change. Even that woman you mentioned got to help save the world from what I recall.. What have I ever done?”

Clark didn’t even think about the fact that Louis had been able to tell her story about helping him defeat Zod in some way. He never thought about how that would have settled in your mind, someone he told he wanted to protect from that life only to then throw someone else into it. But seeing it plant this seed of doubt in your mind made him roll over to face you.

“You stood up for the alien boy without even realizing it because it was the right thing to do. You became his friend and his rock through the most turbulent years of his life, when all he wanted was to make it all stop, but you always showed up at the right time. You let him be him. And you stuck with him through his stupid phases, and never forgot who he was and who you always thought he was going to be.. You graduated as Smallville’s valedictorian, and top of your program at your university.. Now you work at the most flourishing company in Gotham City. All that? All of that was because of you.

“And now you’re risking your life for others.. Call me crazy but that’s what a hero does.”

Clark had watched your face in the dark. The shock that wrinkled at the corner of your eyes when he spoke about his own dark thoughts. You had rolled over to face him, offering a shake of your head. “I-I didn’t know--”

“I didn’t want you to know,” Clark cut you off. He instinctively brought his thumb up to wipe the small tear that had slipped down your cheek. “All I ever wanted was for you to live your life without worrying about me. Nothing I do or say can make up for making you feel.. Less than what you are. But fuck I regretted it everyday.”

He could see your eyes flash over him with his words. The slight tilt of your head as you brought your own hand up to his cheek, your fingers glided over his skin until your thumb rubbed at the slight stubble of his chin. Clark felt as if he was holding his breath, but when you moved in closer all the tension in his body evaporated.

You ghosted over his lips for a second, allowing him the chance to stop it. But Clark was almost all too eager to close that gap and taste the hint of vanilla dancing on your lips. It was a slow and tender kiss, allowing one another to gauge themselves, which was needed on both accounts amongst all the thoughts in their minds. It was short lived, the two figures letting their lips detach and taking another glance at one another. Their breaths mingled as one, the darkness hid the flush in your cheeks, and Clark’s hand trailed down to grip onto your waist, and then your lips were on his again. This time everything was more aggressive, your fingers had entangled themselves into his hair, and he dug his fingers into your hip, any tighter and he would more than likely leave a beautiful bruise.

The thought Clark had all came rushing back as you had moved to close the gap between the two. Clark tilted your hip in just a way that forced you to arch your leg up a bit. The feverish kisses grew more rough and sloppy, mouths parting and tongues slipping against one another that when you pressed against him he wasn’t ready. You rolled him over to his back, pulling yourself along with him as your legs wrapped perfectly across his waist. Clark could feel you settle on him, his cock tenting up beneath you and stretching against what he could feel was that pretty little pussy he remembered. He twitched at the idea that this may really be happening, that he may be blessed enough to feel your clenched walls around him, but the throbbing made you pull away for a second.

On top of him you looked him over with wonder, and caution. Your hands trailed down his chest, and your fingers dug into his shirt and tugged on the fabric. Clark sat up, arm snug around your waist as he slid himself backwards to rest against the headboard. You still sat on his lip, perfectly elevated by his grip on you. His hands traced up the length of your back, fingers gliding the fabric of your shirt up and over your head, which you let him toss to the side. When his hands traced back down the curve of your upper body, his thumbs rubbed over your rough nipples, which earned him a small gasp. The cool air did you no favours, and as if to pay him back for the sudden pleasure, you grabbed a hold of his shoulder, and deliciously rolled your hips against him.

Clark groaned a bit, much to your satisfaction. He could only imagine what it would have felt like to feel you closer. He wondered if you would be as brave with your movements. You took your chance when he was distracted and lifted his shirt above his head, going over every glorious detail of his chiseled body. Clark ran his hands down to your waist, and you moved in time with him and lifted yourself up slightly to get your shorts off. He gripped a hold of your ass with one arm, and pulled his own pants down and kicked them off. Clark was left in his boxers, his cock eager to be released, and you readjusted yourself only left in those silky panties on top of him. Clark could feel the wetness seep through the soft fabric and press against him and he inhaled sharply. He could just make out the smirk on your face when you rolled yourself against him again. He guessed you were just as brave even with nearly nothing on.

With each roll of your hips he could feel his cock press against your folds. You pressed into him at just the right angle not only for yourself but for him, and Clark was falling apart beneath you because of it. His lips fell and encaptured your nipple, and his nibbled on the soft skin. You let out a quiet moan, and rested a hand behind you on his leg, and rolled your hips against him sharply. Clark in turn nibbled on your other breast, his free hand pulled you against him roughly. Tensions were at all time high, he was ready to flip you over and relish those sweet juices he could feel through your panties when a knock at the door sent you both scattering. You had flopped back beside him and hidden under the covers, and Clark took a second to fix himself when another knock was heard. “Are you guys awake?”

“What is it Barry?” Clark called out, doing his best to hide the irritation in his voice. He glanced over at you who smiled a bit and watched your eyes flutter shut.

“I just got super hungry, are you guys up for Big Belly Burger?”

“No, Barry, that’s-that’s alright,” Clark replied. He listened as the speedster grabbed his things and left the hotel. With a relieved sigh Clark laid back into the bed, and glanced your way. You had managed to pass out, probably the alcohol finally catching up to you. But he didn’t mind. It took him awhile but eventually his body calmed down, his mind following soon after, and right before he had fallen asleep completely, you had rolled over back into him. And as if instinct he enveloped you under his arm.

They could deal with this another day.

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