#batfleck fics

[frownyalfred]

this is how I think Bruce Wayne drinks champagne at galas Clark is attending, just to fuck with him. shades of the real Bruce Wayne, gone before anyone can see them. no one else has super senses that can slow things down enough for them to see all the interlocking micro expressions, the sharpness that's there in his eyes for just one second.

[dorkofclanlavellan]

Turning Point

Note 1: I got the idea for this chapter late last night and resisted the urge to work on it then because I was still fleshing it out. Also, I will be ignoring some "canon" information like the Killer Croc file, etc because I didn't care for the canon version. Faceclaim: Ethan Cutkosky as Jason Todd Pairing: Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader (Sweetie) Warnings: Violence, descriptive child abuse, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, vague reference of disturbing images on a bad guy's laptop. Sweetie as an alternative to Y/N (for those new to the series)

Jason pocketed the key the baker had given him the night before. He'd been scared out of his mind when Batman had shown up. It had been difficult to eat with Batman staring him down, expression entirely unreadable. But the baker had practically dragged the dubbed Demon of Gotham out of the kitchen.

Jason had a talent for moving without being detected. It was a skill he'd been forced to develop early on. So, quietly moving to the doorway the pair had ducked out, Jason began to listen in. They were whispering, clearly not wanting him to hear their conversation. Too late for that.

"He's a kid. I sincerely doubt he's going to kill me if I give him a place to hide out whenever he needs it." The baker had scoffed.

"You can't guarantee that, Sweetie. You don't know anything about him. He broke in. With a crowbar clearly he planned on using it on something." Batman's response made Jason cringe. He never planned on hurting anyone but he hadn't done himself any favors bringing something that could be considered a weapon.

"Pfft, yeah, on my display case! Bruce, I get that you're worried about me. And that's sweet and all. But this kid needs help!" It was at that moment that Jason realized why the baker had looked so familiar. He kicked himself for not remembering sooner. This was Bruce Wayne's newfound love.

But now he knew Bruce Wayne's secret. He took learning Batman's secret identity as his cue to slink back to his seat before his eavesdropping could be discovered. The adults had returned, seemingly unaware of the fact that Jason had overheard crucial information.

After he'd finished eating, the baker, whom he'd later learned to call Sweetie, had handed Jason a pair of keys. They'd explained the copper-colored one was to the bakery and the silver one was to their loft upstairs. They'd told him if he ever got hungry again or just needed a place to hang out for a while, he could let himself in, in a less destructive way, whenever he wanted.

Jason had been confused as to why this complete stranger was so interested in helping him. He'd expected to get hit when he'd been discovered in the bakery. And instead, they'd fed him, given him access to the bakery and their own loft, and had stood up for him to Batman.

He had just slipped out of the bakery for the second time after having been fed yet again by Sweetie and hanging around for what he assumed was long enough for his stepmother and her boyfriend to be passed out before he got home.

Boy was he wrong. As Jason slipped into the run-down apartment and began to silently make his way to his bedroom, his stepmother's boyfriend, Clay, stepped out of the kitchen, right in front of him, with a beer can in hand. Jason froze, hoping Clay wouldn't notice him. Again his hopes were dashed.

Confusion and surprise briefly flashed over Clay's face, followed immediately by anger.

"Where the fuck have you been, you little shit?!" At the man's yelling, Jason took a defensive stance, preparing for Clay's fist to come flying.

Then his stepmother, Sheila, came staggering out of the living room. "S'going on, baby?" She muttered, glazed-over eyes barely registering Jason's presence.

"Your shithead kid finally dragged his ass in! He has no respect for you or me, waiting so long before he finally shows up!" Clay snarled, stepping close enough to Jason to make the boy grimace at his foul breath.

"The fuck have you been?" Sheila demanded, glaring at Jason.

"Nowhere. I-" Jason's attempt at an excuse was interrupted by Clay's fist making contact with his browline, knocking him down to the floor. The blow made it impossible for Jason to register what Clay was yelling at him now. But he could take a guess.

Steeling himself, Jason kicked out at Clay's shin. Knocking the drunken man's leg out from under him. He attempted to scramble backward up the stairs but Clay was on top of him at a surprising speed.

Another punch, this time to his nose, and Jason silently wished it wouldn't be broken later. Followed by Clay's meaty hands wrapping around Jason's neck. Jason lashed out with both his hands and his feet, making contact on numerous occasions. But it was futile. Clay was too amped up on whatever drugs he'd taken to notice any pain now.

Jason could faintly hear Sheila screaming at Clay to let him go, not out of concern for Jason but out of worry that Clay would go to prison for killing him. Jason's vision was getting spotty and he was certain he was either going to die or at least black out and be left on the floor overnight like last time.

Then suddenly Clay's weight and hands were off of him. It became easier to breathe so Jason moved onto his hands and knees and began taking deep gasping breaths. They were a bit painful but Jason didn't care. He could barely make out the sounds of a scuffle behind him but the blood pumping in his ears drowned out most of the commotion.

Finally, once it became less of a chore to breathe and his heart rate, vision, and hearing returned to normal, Jason realized that someone had saved him. He had an inkling of who it was and the sight of his stepmother and her unconscious boyfriend bound a few feet away confirmed it. He heard the sound of laptop keys clacking in the other room. He followed the sound to the living room, where Clay kept his laptop hidden in the locked coffee table drawer.

There was Batman, typing away. Obviously looking for something to gain Clay further charges.

"How did you..." He started, wincing at the scratching in his throat. He rubbed his neck, hoping the swelling would lessen.

"Did you really think I wouldn't keep an eye on you after your little break-in last night?" Batman responded, not even bothering to look at Jason.

Jason watched him for a second, thinking how odd it was that he had the richest man in Gotham sitting on his ratty couch, using his stepmom's asshole boyfriend's laptop. The richest man in Gotham had just saved him. The richest man in Gotham had no idea that Jason knew he was Batman.

For yet another time that night, Jason was proven wrong.

"You seem to like spying on people, Jason." Batman suddenly said, again not looking away from his work on the laptop.

"Not really spying since you're in a common area of my home." If he didn't know any better, Jason could have sworn Batman chuckled at Jason's snark.

"True. But listening in on my conversation with Sweetie last night..." Bruce trailed off and Jason noted that his tone held no anger or hostility, merely amusement. Which just confused the boy even more.

Before Jason could ask or say anything else, Batman suddenly slammed the laptop closed. A sickened look on his face. Clearly, he'd seen something disturbing on Clay's laptop. Which didn't really surprise Jason. Clay would do anything for a quick buck.

Outrage soon washed over Batman's face and Jason remained rooted in place as he watched Batman storm over to Clay. Jason's eyes grew wide as Batman whipped out a red hot ring in the shape of his bat symbol and he couldn't tear his eyes away as the side of Clay's face was branded.

He only looked away when he saw blue and red lights flashing outside the window, growing closer by the second, accompanied by a chorus of sirens. When he turned back around Batman was gone.

But somehow Jason knew it wouldn't be his last encounter with Gotham's guardian.

[alienguts]

it may be a little weird but that face that batfleck constantly does where holds his mouth open just enough for his front teeth to be seen makes me feel things

[nunubug99]

Surprise!!

I guess I’m :

✨💖 Back on my bullshit 💖✨

Thinking about how Bruce and Clark land on the idea of swapping partners to spice things up. Although it was an of hand joke made under the influence, neither could let the idea go.

Clark bringing it up to you, another meta, and Bruce to Selina. Clark blushes and fumbles through the confession, but eventually he asks what you think. Shock hits you first, but then the more you think about it, the more appealing it becomes.

The 4 of you decide that this will be a way to explore yourself and your partner better. Almost like a couples retreat! Although you all are excited to learn new tips, tricks, and honest feedback that you wouldn’t otherwise get, you all agree it’s best to come up with rules and safe words ahead of time.

Let’s meet our cast shall we? :

Y/N :

The Jack of all trades. Making a name for herself along the eastern seaboard, Y/N is a black freelance artist who works as a museum curator. Her power allows her to have superhuman strength, speed and endurance, while her meta gene allows her to bend, absorb, and manipulate solar energy. Much like Clark, her power comes from the sun. Known as the Golden Gladiator, her heroics are only brought up in times of severe crisis. She often prefers her civilian life and the privileges it affords, as her secret identity has only been shared with those she can trust. Wild card : Likes when she and Clark can let go of being cautious and careful. Since they both have similar energy sources, their lovemaking can actually be a way to transfer solar radiation. Whether it’s in the middle of a battle or at home, this has proven to be extremely rewarding over the course of their relationship. Because the two of them are metas, they can focus on each other rather than their ✨destructive✨ actions. Extra Bonus : Y/N is curious to see how this experience will improve her skills and impact their relationship.

Note : Although this is not an OC, as I write Y/N I am imagining some of Teyonah Paris’s characteristics.

Kal / Clark :

Strong and Sensitive. This big boy is the definition of the “Country boy I love youuu!” Vine. Between his responsibilities as a reporter and as earths biggest hero, he always makes sure he has time for you. His biggest asset is his attention to your senses. Over the last few years of marriage, you’ve found that he can always tell how you’re feeling before the words even leave your mouth. His size comes as an added bonus, but his wild card is using it in his knack for overstimulation. As an attentive partner, he’ll make sure that all your needs are taken care of and catered to at the utmost importance. All he asks in return is that you try to keep up with him. :) King of Aftercare. Will talk you through it while showering you with his praise. Both physical touch and words of affirmation are his ways of showing his devotion. Extra bonus : He becomes a slight tease when you’re loopy. He’ll ask you to tell him what you want or how you want it; and when you can’t deliver, he’ll keep going until you can.

Bruce :

Calculating and Experienced. The opposite of the man from Smallville in almost every way. Where Clark likes to be soft as if he was working with clay, Bruce is more equipped to be as efficient and in control as possible like a botanist with a bonsai tree. King of edging. Won’t let you cum until he thinks you deserve it. Will make you beg in the best way. Has a knack for public play and shibari. All his travel and escapades has made him extremely aware of his likes and dislikes, so it’s very unlikely you’ll surprise him with any requests. He’s usually playing brat tamer so this will be a nice change of pace. Wild card : Is not afraid of his sexuality or pushing his limits. He shows his adoration in gifts rather than words. His past consistent lovers would usually be showered in parting gifts, for example Selina’s Tiara collection. You would be no exception to this rule and in his aftercare you will look up things you want. He will get annoyed if you speak up about prices; and as punishment he’ll make you add more to your cart. Extra bonus: Can and will make you cum without touching you. His biggest goal is to beat his personal record of withholding your release.

Selina :

Sensual and Clever. Selina will play her partners like a symphony. The woman is the perfect match for the man who plans for everything. This cat found her way to Gotham City after trying to find a fresh start when her first life was taken from her. Her objective is to leave them wanting her more than they ever thought possible. Wild card : She revels in the idea of being both a brat and a dominatrix. So being able to play with both roles has her more excited than anyone. Before getting down to business, she usually likes to set the mood for the evening. Whether it’s roleplay or even a drink, she finds that the most alluring part to her is the foreplay before the fun begins. Bonus : Although her hands are usually tied up, she’s actually very intentional about her nails during play. Because of this, she dabbles in both S&M as well as sensory play whenever she can.

(Taking inspiration from both the Harley Quinn series and the Catwoman movie featuring Halle Berry)

Although I mainly thought of this because of the endless possibilities that a chaotic superhuman wifeswap would entail; I do credit some of the inspiration from the “Listening Party” Series by @canumoveurseatup-no Aka Bexie. Literally one of the greatest writers of our time! I can only hope that one day I’m able to express my thoughts and ideas like they can 💖

Due to my schedule, Idk when I’m gonna actually post 😬 However I will be working on the first installment this week so we’ll see what happens 🤷🏾‍♀️

[lex-munro]

For those prompties: 3, 28, and 15

First of all, this is not what I meant to write when I saw this set of prompts.  Just gonna put that out there.  I totally thought I was going to have some set of murder-husband pairing go on a date, but that was absolutely not what happened.

Set in the same 'verse as my Suicide Squad stuff, a month or so after the end of Princess (which, yes, I have the end and almost none of the middle, I know, and I did say I was posting it as scraps so that I wouldn't stop and agonize over things when I have bits that could be posted, but you guys all know that if I were a dragon, I would be camped on a mound of unfinished stories and forgotten jellybeans).  My stuff diverges from canon, notably in having more than one Robin (in the DCEU, it's currently canon that Dick was the one Joker murdered, and Bruce had a psychotic break that sent him into a violent downward spiral including straight-up killing some dudes, and never got himself another birdie) but also by ignoring The Suicide Squad (because Rick Flag).

So, here we go with short kidfic with background Batjokes. Sorrynot sorry.

***

  First Chance • First Kill • First Step

Bruce liked to think he was dealing with the situation…reasonably well.

A child had shown up on his doorstep (kind of a disturbing trend, actually) and declared himself Bruce’s son.  No audience, no publicity.  Just a kid of maybe ten years standing there with a serious look on his face and eyes almost identical to the ones Bruce saw in the mirror each day.  His name was Damian, and his mother was Talia Al-Ghul (well, the timeline didn’t not match up), and he was more than happy to submit material for as many paternity tests as the famous Batman wished to run.

A ten-year-old who’d been mostly raised by assassins would no doubt chafe under Alfred’s watch even worse than the boys before him.

All right.

“First chance we get, you’re getting a cell phone of your own,” Bruce said.

Damian just blinked at him.

“You know how to use a smartphone?  I know when I trained with the League, they didn’t much care for modern technology.  Said it reduced self-reliance.”

“Might as well say carrying a knife reduces self-reliance,” declared Damian.  “Tools are for using; it’s obtuse to reject them on some delusional moral ground.  I don’t have extensive experience, but I know the basics.”

Bruce put him in the room next to Tim’s, then gave him a tour before depositing him in Alfred’s care.  The next day, they gave a brief obligatory introduction of Damian in a small press conference (bolstered by a positive genetic match on the Batcomputer, easily replicated should questions of custody and ‘legitimacy’ arise, especially from the Board of Directors).  Day three was Monday, so it was back to business as (mostly) usual.

“I might stay in tonight,” he said as he slipped into his jacket.  “Maybe send Tim out on his own when he gets back from Metropolis.  I’m still feeling that broken toe, and I almost missed a landing because of it last night.”

“My goodness, setting a positive example for the young master already,” Alfred teased.

“If you have time, could you look into the schooling situation?  Maybe Gotham Academy.”

“Of course, sir.  Ancillary to that, perhaps you could turn your evening toward an outing with the lad—further acquaintance on more neutral ground, one might say.”

And, because Alfred was nearly always right, Bruce agreed.  Dinner at a little place with small crowds and good food, off the beaten path.

All of which led to the current predicament:  five armed assailants who thought a billionaire’s son would make for a nice ransom.

The very instant Damian had control of the knife that had previously been held against his face, Bruce struck.

Poorly disciplined, poorly trained.  They were complete novices, all easy-to-dodge stabs and wild swings.  Bruce didn’t even need to use his bad foot (good thing, since it still ached just from walking).

When Bruce had knocked out the last would-be kidnapper, he rushed to his son’s side.

“Damian?  Are you hurt?”

The kid wasn’t even out of breath—but he was covered in blood and looking wide-eyed at the man he’d stabbed.

Bruce knelt and checked for a pulse; he was strangely both relieved and sorrowful when he found none.  “He’s dead,” he said gently.  “He can’t hurt you.  Okay?”

Damian blinked and started to shiver.  When his teeth started chattering, Bruce shucked his jacket to wrap around his son’s skinny shoulders.

“That’s the adrenaline wearing off.”

“I’ve never actually killed someone before,” Damian said quietly.

Bruce paused.  He decided to reply with, “I wish neither of us had to know what that felt like.”

“What…what happens next?”

“Well, when I get in a bind, step one is always ‘call Alfred.’  But we should go ahead and call the police, too—these guys attacked Bruce Wayne and his mysterious new heir, after all, so we had to defend ourselves.”

“Does this happen often?”

“Uh.  Less often than it could, but definitely more often than you’d expect in a city with high-profile vigilantes.  Less often since, uh, a certain…well, since my current romance became more or less public knowledge.”

Damian took Bruce’s phone out of the jacket and dialed.  “Hello, Alfred?  It’s Damian.  I killed somebody for the first time just now, and Bruce is trying to talk to me about his boyfriend.  Yes, very awkward.  He says we’re going to call the police, because it was self-defense.  Oh, about that?  I don’t know what his plans are on that front, but Mother said the clown is, quote, ‘surpassingly sinister and not particularly trustworthy,’ so perhaps Bruce won’t want me to meet him.”

Bruce hung his head with a sigh.  Seemed like he’d managed to prestige into a challenge-level of child rearing.  Adopt, rescue, be adopted, be bulldozed.

“No, it was the first time, so I don’t know how I feel, except sticky and in need of a bath.  Bruce, Alfred says I deserve to be introduced to my stepfather, but that I can speak with the police and have a bath first.”

If this was anything like what he’d done to Alfred as a child, he owed the old man some serious thank-you gifts.

“Yeah, sure,” he said faintly in defeat.

.End.

[rotblume]

ahahaha, Scar who was voiced by Jeremy Irons who also played Alfred in the DCEU movies, it fits perfectly

srsly, great idea and honestly completely plausible for me

also, first date plans are perfectly fine, but I gotta admit, I personally like to imagine Bruce as Ace(Spec) more often than not .. there's just something about the feelings (Pining, Misunderstandings, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) when it comes to a real - potential or even new - relationship in contrast to the public mask of our favorite "playboys"

really, it's the same with Tony Stark - a while back I read this tumblr-inspired fic (and the second part of it's series as well as the inspired-by story) where his indeed promiscuous behavior was a result of over-compensation because he never figured out when he 'could safely' say "no" and it totally pained me to read that and it is a similar premise with this just recently discovered fic where Bruce is in much the same position

... oh, AND that's another ship right there (one of the only handful CrossOver Pairings I can actually imagine): IronBat - perfectly normal humans among Supers and Aliens, if normal means rich, clever and broken with unhealthy coping mechanisms, their characters absolutely similar yet also wholly different

Imagine along with his contingency plans to eliminate each member of the League, Bruce also has 'first date' plans as well. Somehow, these files are leaked and to each members dismay (or elation), the date ideas are all spot on.

They ask why he's done it and Bruce replies 'the same reason I have plans for if you go rogue. I want to be prepared.'

[acourtofidiots]

thinking about batfleck & him bending me over the bed 🫣

[kaizsche]

me trying to browse through batman x reader fics only to find almost none of batfleck fics (dies inside)

i want dilf salt and pepper batman GIVE HIM TO ME

[haloabove]

Fic writers who imagine batfleck as their batman/Bruce Wayne, i see you and I’m devouring all your content.

[dceuw0rldsfinestenjoyer]

Batfleck with a baby <333 I love

Bat + baby

[river-bottom-nightmare]

For the dc fandom asks, 1, 2 and 3 pleaseee

hello babe!!! ty so much for the ask!

1: list 3 positive things about your current fandoms:

depending on the day this could be positive or negative but i lovvvee how there's so many different niches in the dc fandom due to it's rather sprawling nature. like if i'm feeling particularly yj one week, there's a whole bunch of dedicated yj fans with specific yj fic recs and fanart and the whole nine yards. if i want a whole bunch of dick grayson positivity, i know exactly which blogs to go to! if i want very specifically batfleck and henry cavill superman superbat stuff—well i'm guaranteed to find some people who love that stuff. there's a bunch of content for every aspect of the fandom, and i adore that

i love how many genres the dc fandom encompasses. there's cute fluff, there's hardcore nothing but angst, there's weird gothic horror, there's sci-fi, there's romance, there's pure meta, there's just smut. it's a fandom that has a little bit of everything

finally, i love the people in the fandom who go out of their way to write long metas with specific comic panels and in-depth character analysis. it's what really helps me understand comic timelines i haven't read and characters i don't know much about. a huge shoutout to all of them!

2: a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like: lmaooooo tim being besties with all his exes. like i'm not usually a fan of the whole "staying friends with your exes" trope but the pure comedy that brings up with steph especially, but all his civilian supporting cast is top tier.

3: a character that fandom has helped you appreciate: harvey dent!! before fandom, i truly did not appreciate just how important to the batman mythos he was, and how many different ways his character can play into both bruce and dick's overall story arcs. such a banger character, i'm sad he isn't used in canon as often as he should be.

[frownyalfred]

Do you know of any Batfleck fics or oneshots? Preferably ones that aren’t focused on a love interest but instead analyze his character or showcase him in everyday moments. It could be anything—a character study, a random interaction with his employees, or even a scene with Alfred lol

That’s a really good question. Personally some of the Superbat fics that came out of BVS are some of the best out there, in my opinion. Just really stellar grasps of Bruce’s character. But I’d have to think about a platonic fic to rec….im sure I have a few in my bookmarks but nothing is coming to mind right away.

[aliypop]

Why Do You Love Me

Word Count: 2.2625

Warning: language

Writers Note: I haven't abandoned my Peaky Fic Idea's but I've been back on my Batman binge, so please enjoy this fic. I do not own the gif, also yes I mixed a bit of BaleBat Brucie to create Batflecks Brucie I like them both equally... and yes in my head Harvey Dent Is played by Oscar Issac

Pairing: OC x Canon

Genre: Romance

Plot: Bruce Wayne has been gone for 7 sluty sluty years, but it isn't until he makes an appearance back in Gotham does he realize that the best thing he's got going for him is his best friend and confidant.

Taglist:

@herosneednotapply

@runnning-outof-timeing-outof-time

@brucieboy297

GCPD

"Mind if I ask a dumb question..." 

"Better than anyone I know," filing her nails as she looked at the Guatemalan American man before her. He had crinkles near his brown eyes from long nights at the firm and a two-faced smile, "What's it between you and Wayne..." Yazela rolled her eyes, sitting in her office on one of the coldest days in Gotham, 

"I haven't seen him in seven years, so there's nothing to say on that topic,"

"We haven't seen you in seven years either, princess..."

"It's Her Grace the quee-"

"Aha, I knew it was you! The alien princess," he laughed as she rolled her eyes, "For the youngest DA, you're so immature, Harvey," she playfully pushed him, "And shut it, will you? Gordon doesn't know he thinks I'm some charity case." she whispered, 

"Living in Wayne Manor." Harvey laughed as his dark locks moved with every chuckle, 

"It's better than the streets of Gotham City, New Jers-"

"Detective Adathia, the phones for you," Gordon said, peaking into her office, 

"Dent..."

"Gordon..."

"Tell them I'll call later," she said, trying to break the tension in the room.

"Calls from Wayne Manor. A Man name Pennyworth says it's urgent..." standing from her office chair Yazela nearly raced to the phone. She'd hoped everything was okay at home. After all, she'd only been back in Gotham for about a month, and aside from work, she'd been helping Alfred with household chores since when you have powers, it makes dusting a breeze. 

"Alfred, are you alright, are your hurt? Did something happen,"

" Jumping to the worst conclusions, first are we, Ms. Adathia..." the older man said. She could hear the grin on his lips,

"It's as if nothing changed...." a voice in the background said, the hairs on her neck raised, "Alfred, who's in the house with you..." pushing the long forgotten fussy feeling aside to only worry, "Why don't you come home and find out for yourself." now she was scared, for all she knew he could be held captive and the call was a setup, "Gordon I'm taking the rest of the day off."

"I didn't dismiss you yet, detective,"

"It's an emergency..." Jim gave her a nod as she continued to walk out the door, "Be safe, your majesty..." Gordon mumbled under his breath as the Honey and Umber-skinned woman glanced back at him,

 "Nothing gets by me,"

Wayne Manor

If it was one thing Yazela loved most about driving home was the landscape of Bristol Township, it always felt like home because it reminded her of her own home. The clear blue skies and the beautiful white marshmallow clouds were beyond different from the gloomy smog smoke clouds known as Gotham. Here she could breathe fresh air, but in the city, you were lucky if you inhaled cigarette smoke. As she drove, Yazela saw the sign reading " Welcome to Crest Hill community." where every inch of land was topped with mansions almost as big as her palace on her home planet, 

Parking her Porsche in front of the mansion, she placed her keys in her pocket and walked up the steps to the front door and inside the place she had called. 

"Alfred, I'm-"

"Yazela..."

"Bruce?" was all he could hear, arms opened wide as the slightly shorter woman ran into them, 

"You're still short, huh, martian..." holding her tight, afraid that if he'd let go, she'd crumble away like his parents, "And you need a shave." Yazela laughed, touching his face, "Thought women liked beards..."

"When they're neat and clean." she scoffed, "And stop calling me Martian," she growled, releasing her from the hug he laughed, looming over her,

 "Make me..." with a swish of her wrist, she pulled the rug from under him, causing him to fall, 

"Alfre, A little help here..."

"Yazela, mind helping me with supper."

"I would be honored," the two walking past Bruce, rolling his brown and blue-ringed eyes at her,

"So you two have been here all these 7 years..." Bruce asked, sitting on the countertop, being he had been band from the kitchen since the big grease fire he caused at 16 years old, "I just returned last month from Pafrania, but it's mostly been Alfred keeping everything in order," Yazela shrugged her shoulders, "Mmm... careful with the lobster," her focus on prepping the dish, she didn't no not didn't she couldn't look at Bruce, not when he was glancing down at her with those ever so soft eyes of his and that cute no stupid smug look on his face, that she wanted to kiss right off him, 

Kiss did she think about kissing her best friend. Clearly, her brain was lagging from a lack of sleep and endless cases. Kissing Bruce Wayne, the man before her whose hair looked like a mangy dog that only a little girl could love to tell her mother to keep it. No, she was going mad, a bit daffy even. 

"Shit..." she mumbled under her breath,

"Are you okay..." Bruce inspected her finger, looking at the cause for her cursing.

"It's just a small alaveck..."

" A what?" Bruce looked at her with furrowed brows,

"It's like a small slip in the skin, and it bleeds and-"

"A cut," his tone of voice a bit dead-panned as he held back his laughter, "Yeah, a cut." Yazela pulled her finger away from him, 

"I'll go find a band-aid." 

"How about you just get out of the kitchen..." she shooed him off, embarrassed about how close the two were, meanwhile watching from the shadows was Alfred, Alfred wouldn't outright say that Bruce and or Yazela needed to make a move towards their feelings but nine years of this duo beating around the bush can tire an old butler like himself out.

"So, where were you for all those years," Yazela asked, poking at her Mulligatawny soup, Bruce's favorite aside from Lobster Thermador and French Onion, 

"Studying all that I could, what about you. You were gone too." 

"Coronated," she smiled, "My mother asked about you." 

"She knows I exist?" eating his soup,

 "Through letters throughout the years, but yes, she knows you exist," she finally started to eat, a thing Alfred hadn't seen her do in weeks, "Anyways, your birthday is coming up, and I know we go all out, but this year, I was thinking maybe we-" Bruce began to yawn,

 "Maybe we..." another yawn, "We could..." she sighed, her fingers pinching her nose aggravated by Bruce, sure things had changed about Bruce. But he was still the Bruce she remembered, 

"Fine, guess you won't know what I'm getting you for your big day." shoving a spoonful of soup from his bowl into her mouth,

 "You have your own, and tell me," 

"You'll just yawn again." she teased, "And besides, I need to rest. I'm close to putting some clown guy where he belongs..." 

"You still work with Gordon?"

"Yes, is that a problem, Wayne?"

"I just think he likes you, Adathia," his face emotionless, trying to shove the jealous feelings taking over at the thought of someone liking his Yazela, 

"And I think it's time for me to sleep,"

"I think I'll join you," Yazela's cheeks flushed pink,

"Did I say something wrong,"

"No, no, no, you didn't... " 

"Perhaps you two could share a bed like old times. It helps me lots with the cleaning," Alfred suggested, 

"We were teenagers then,"

"And you two act like teenagers now," pointing to the empty dishes they left on the table, "I may be a butler, but that doesn't mean you can leave dirty dishes on the table." his glare like a stern father, the two both groaned and grumbled as Alfred had a smirk on his face, "And just for that you are going to share a room and wash those dishes," 

"But Alfred!"

"No buts,"

It was 10:47pm, and the two had finished washing dishes and putting them away. Now they were in Bruce's old bedroom, not that it was anything to sneeze about, though it had been so long since she'd been inside his room when he first left, she couldn't bring herself to go inside missing her best friend and not seeing him there felt wrong and heartbreaking, 

"You really don't have to do this,"

"Your bed is better than mine," throwing her blouse over the dressing divider, Bruce caught it, folded it, and placed it on a chair. 

"I see... Alfred could've moved you to the master bedroom," 

"That's your parents' room, technically your room... I couldn't take that from you," stepping out from behind the divider dressed in a midnight blue silk nightgown, the moon shining on her like a spotlight, and Bruce was nearly speechless. If the lights were on, he'd have been as red as a boiled crab, 

"You can have it, really..."

"Right, well, I'm going to sleep." she got under the covers, Bruce joining her, "You want a pillow between-" Yazela began to snore, 

"us." 

Gotham City - 1 Month Later

"Aye Zel, you seein this shit?" one of her co-workers asked, "What happened this time..." her dark hair in a bun, the two ran around towards the crime scene, "Some Gotham Wacko's going around using circus parlor tricks leaving around Joker car-" a clown head shaped bomb rolled it's way towards the two detectives, 

"You tell Gordon to call for backup now..."

"What are you going to do,"

"Get rid of that bastard clown..." running into the alleyway, Yazela held her breath, staying clear of the gas-like substance surrounding her,

 "Hey, gorg-" a pair of hands were on her waist as she elbowed the goon in the ribs, a clown mask hiding his identity. As he groaned in pain, a few more came circling around her, some with weapons, others with their fist locked and loaded. Pulling one by his hair, Yazela swung him into two of his friends, another she roundhouse kicked, and one she punched in the nose, but what she hadn't noticed was the goon behind her approaching her with a gun in hand, swooping down from the buildings was the caped crusader disarming the gunman and sending him back screaming he ran to Yazela, 

"I didn't need your help..." 

"He could've shot you..." his voice rasped out, thinking what would have happened had she gotten hurt, 

"But he didn't."

"I don't want to see you hurt,"

"And I don't want to see you arrested, Bruce," she said loud enough for only him to hear.

 "Adathia..."

"How'd you..."

"Just go!" 

"Adathia, you okay?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Take these assholes in custody. I'll meet you back at GCPD, Gordon," she looked into the sky, seeing Bruce whiz by on a grappling hook through the stars. There was a slight love-sick look on her face, one she couldn't shake off and one she wished she could, "You like Mysterious men, eh..."

"Shut up, Bullock." 

Pushing past him, Yazela snarled at him, 

Wayne Manor

"How would she know it's me..." Bruce asked Alfred, who was patching him up,

 "Has it occurred to you, you both practically grew up together,"

" Funny Alfred,"

"I'm not being humorous, I assure you." The Joker hadn't done much damage to Bruce, but enough for him to hide his bruises before his birthday party, Alfred had invited everyone he once knew, from his Gotham Academy days to his days in Yale, he knew Bruce wouldn't like it, but he needed to socialize with people who weren't just Jim Gordon, Harvey Dent, Luke Fox, and or Yazela,

 "Besides, she wakes up next to you every morning, unlike those models you've been caught with..."

"That's different," cleaning up the cuts as Alfred helped him get dressed. 

"How so..."

"Well, she's a friend,"

"But Ms. Vale isn't..." 

"Alfred, I don't have time for this." walking off as he fixed his hair, his iconic part. The room foyer was filled with faces that he once knew. They now felt like strangers in a sea of the trauma he'd never forget. Sure, there were endless presents and food, but there was only one person he wished was there, 

"Shit... shit ... shit fucking turn green already!" Yazela shouted, driving in her sapphire blue gown. She didn't want to be late. After all, she had gotten Bruce something he'd never forget. Turning in hot, she had finally arrived at the manor,

"So Bruce... seeing anyone..." a woman asked, drinking champagne. His glance was towards the door, distracted and not interested by their small talk tonight. Here he was, a glass of ginger ale in hand, smiling, nodding, and flirting senselessly, 

"Looking for someone?" Luke pointed towards the door,

"Sorry I'm late, Bruce..." Yazela glanced at him in his suit, her brain completely foggy from the site. She'd seen him clean up dozens of times, but. For some reason, this time was different. Maybe it was because of the bowtie, or how he was pretending to drink champagne or-

The prettiest girl in the room has officially made it." he winked at her, taking her by the arm. He felt honored to have her by his side, even if he could never find the words to say, "Should I introduce you as a Queen." 

"It's your party, Bruce, introduce me however you'd like." Yazela leaned in to fix his tie, his heart beat so loud a Kryptonian could hear it, "Your bow was crooked," 

"Have you met Her Grace Yazela Adathia," a few of his guests bowed to her, "Oh, please don't bow. I'm simply Bruce's friend," she giggled, 

"Oh... he hadn't told me about you... such a lovely friend adorned in so many diamonds," the young woman said, "I'm Marsha, by the way, darling," kissing her hand as Bruce looked at her, both suspicious of her, "Nice to meet you..." as the night went on and Bruce introduced her back into society, Yazela was standing next to his cake, watching from afar as a cluster of women gathered around him, she wasn't jealous, or furious, she was worried seeing how uncomfortable he really was around the group of women, as much as he was good as acting as a playboy he only had room for once woman in his life and that was,

"Brucie Bear, there you are," Yazela grabbed him by the hand,

"Brucie Bear?" 

"Yes, that's what I call my... fiance who hasn't opened his present from me yet."

"My fiance?" nudging him right where he had a bruised rib, "Yes, my fiance, my little martian." he leaned in, 

"You owe me, Yazela,"

"Kiss me..." 

"What?"

"Everyones looking, so kis-" Bruce pecked her on the lips quickly, the woman around him pouting and walking away, "Now go open your present, Brucie Bear." she teased. Yet again, "Fine... " following behind him, Yazela handed him the box watching him carefully tear into it. She couldn't help but smile at his face when he unraveled a box of special edition Gray Ghost merchandise signed, by the man himself, 

" You love me or something," Bruce asked, pulling her close to him, her heart pounding at the question.

"Of course, you brown-haired, brownish-blue-eyed, bat-dressing idiot." she pulled him close by his bowtie, 

"Good cause I think I love you too." dipping her for a kiss, the room got quiet as Alfred softly cheered amongst himself, 

"You owe me a date, Wayne," 

"Will a Gray Ghost Marathon work?" 

"You get the pillows, I'll get the blankets," watching Bruce run off, there was a hand on Yazela's shoulders twisting the arm back. She then looked at who it was.

"HARVEY?"

"I knew there something between you two... soon ontop of-" twisting his arm again "OUCH OUCH OKAY!" 

[lex-munro]

[Suicide Squad] Nimrod

Once, a powerful ruler tried to build a tower to the heavens…

self-indulgent batjokes-flavored SS/BvS/JL, installment 17.5.  a standalone fragment set immediately after Princess part 17.

this piece is rated PG-13 for brief violence and discussion of a jailbreak; the Princess series as a whole is for mature audiences.  It is edifying, but not completely necessary, to have read the Dark Nights: Metal event.

BAR.

Nimrod 

It’s a taunt.

Waller is absolutely daring him to run headlong into her trap.

He’s been putting his hand in the lion’s mouth, and now she wants him angry and overconfident enough to put his head in.

To an extent, he’s falling for it.  He watches the video again and again, getting angrier every time he sees the moment Joker gets upset.  The fist in his hair changes the entire line of his body, broadcasting tension and violence as he manipulates the cheap handcuffs.  Boot to the knee, fist to the nose.  Bullet through the window.  Flag through the door.  Floor lamp to the head.  Joker drops down with a knife just as the camera drone retreats.

Bruce knows he didn’t kill that man—he wouldn’t.  He promised.  But there are a lot of things a knife can do besides killing outright, and it’s possible Joker was upset enough to ignore the knowledge that Bruce would still be disappointed if he inflicted a fatal wound and walked away.

Bruce is also self-aware enough to acknowledge that some of his anger is coming from the frustration of other people touching what’s his.  It’s a character flaw he’s had since at least the death of his parents; more than one therapist has suggested it’s part of a need for control, related at least in part to a savior complex.  If he can’t even keep people from touching Joker, he can’t protect the man.  Couldn’t protect him from the situation that led to his fall at Ace Chemical, couldn’t protect him from Jason and their subsequent mutual wrath, couldn’t protect him from Waller.

And if she manages to get him killed…

Bruce has no idea what kind of creature he could become.

He’s left failsafes, of course—taught Dick and Tim and Alfred what to do, put automated protocols in place, left instructions for the League in case they need to take him out.  He hopes he’s imagined himself as much more dangerous than he truly is, so that they’re properly prepared.  He almost killed Clark once…maybe he would be an even more terrifying monster.  In Bruce’s nightmares, Clark only wanted to wreak vengeance, and only on a single world; in desperation, Bruce might take his wrath out on many worlds, seeking one where he could regain what he’d lost, destroying everything in his wake and laughing over the corpses of whole universes…

He shakes the thought away.

He has to get Joker back now, regardless of the state of Arkham, regardless of ‘Warden’ Strange and Dr. Crane.  He’ll need at least one accomplice, and he can’t depend on Flag to pull it off alone—not in the heart of a prison built for extraordinary prisoners.  He can’t ask something so morally ambiguous of Barry or Clark.  Arthur could be helpful, in the middle of the bayou.  Victor.  Diana.  He briefly considers dragging Zatanna or Shayera into it, but assumes neither would be willing to help rescue the Joker, of all people.  Constantine might be willing to lend a hand, if he’s sober; he spends a considerable amount of time at Joker’s club, after all.

The computer beeps.

No.  Arthur’s in Malaysia and Constantine is in Poland.  Not enough time.  Joker’s mistreatment might be enough to sway Victor into helping, but he won’t be at his best in a fairly confined killbox surrounded by guards firing from cover…

High heels on stone.

“Bruce?” Diana calls.  “If you keep skipping dinner, you’re going to hurt Alfred’s feelings.  Even Barry was here tonight.  Tim said you were down here obsessing over something.”

“He’s not a hundred percent wrong,” Bruce admits.  “Was Lois here?  Did she manage to get that interview with Hugo Strange?”

“Friday morning, apparently.  They’ve offered her a tour of Arkham Island.  They’re going to tell her all about their revolutionary new therapy that they hope to use on the criminally insane nationwide.”

“Because that’s not a disturbing thing to say at all,” Bruce grumbles, pulling up more schematics and blueprints.  The only way in and out without a small army (or a lot of casualties) is from the air.

Diana steps closer.  “You have files on all of us?” she asks with a note of displeasure.

“Yes, I have files on all of us,” Bruce replies.  “Myself included.  Every observation and conversation on Barry’s abilities, which may theoretically give him the power to travel through time or between alternate universes.  Every suspected Themysciran spy and her potential provenance.  Every known type of kryptonite and its effects on Kryptonian biology.  Every case I’ve ever taken on, and everyone who’s interacted with the Batman.”

“And files on your nemeses as well?”

“My files on Lex Luthor are particularly extensive.”

She’s quiet for a moment.  “Barry says he’s evil—this Joker of yours.  A madman.”

Bruce feels his face go hot with the immediate rush of anger, then cold with calm.  “That’s an oversimplification.  Joker is indisputably unwell, but with the appropriate guidance and motivation, his more violent urges can be controlled.”  He glances at her.  “His feelings are real.  Our feelings are real.”

“Doesn’t look like much,” she says mildly, indicating the latest Arkham intake pictures.

“He’s smart as hell, and tenacious.  Moral imperatives are meaningless to him, but he has his own boundaries and priorities.  He pushes me, challenges me.  In his own words, he makes me spectacular.”

“Kal-el said you don’t believe in killing…yet you romance a murderer?”

“You don’t have to understand us.”

She nods with what he thinks is approval.  “Can I see his file?”

Bruce feels his cheeks warm—surely the file will reveal the extent of their mutual obsession…  But so be it.  Let it all hang out, so to speak.  “Of course.  You and Clark have full access to dossiers on the computer.”  With just a few clicks, he expands the full file.  Case folders line up across the screen, auxiliary to the collection of Arkham and Blackgate records, the original Ace Chemical incident, property files on the Jokers Wild club.

Her eyebrows rise.  “Prolific,” she remarks.

After a moment, Bruce pulls up the old file on Jack as well.

She’s a fast reader, apparently, because just a few seconds later she says, “Oh, Bruce,” in a tone of mild parental exasperation.

“As you can see, we’ve actually been together a year and a half longer than he can remember.  There’s something about knowing him as two vastly different people…my brain wouldn’t let me leave it alone.  So.”

“I understand,” she says, and he believes her.  A woman of her age, with the things she must have seen and lived through…no doubt she has obsessions of her own, like Captain Trevor.  She nudges into his space to click open the most recent case file.

Everything he has on Joker’s time with ARGUS, including the taunting videos Waller has been sending under the guise of ‘keeping him informed.’

“He’s been particularly unhinged since he parted ways with Harley Quinn,” Bruce says.  “I asked him to seek treatment, which I’ve discovered did not go well.  Apparently, his therapist at Arkham didn’t believe him about our relationship and was trying to convince him it was a delusion.  Then she drastically changed his medication.  He was ripe for the picking when Waller got her claws on him.”

“You want to get him away from her.  Doesn’t she coordinate the Justice Society?”

“She also runs Belle Reve Incarceration Facility, a prison for meta-human criminals where she stores all her favorite expendable toys.  She sends them on dangerous wetworks missions in exchange for ten years off their sentences for each success, with the understanding that they could very likely be killed, and that she could end them herself if they misbehave in the field.  Let them out like rabid dogs, shoot them if they bite the wrong hand.”  He forces himself to unclench his fists.  “She stole him right out from under me, and he could’ve been dead by the time I found out.”

Diana turns her head sharply.  “Is she using him to extort you?”

“Almost definitely.  She’s framing it like she’s doing him a favor, letting him work off his sentence and letting him have supervised visits with me…but she means it as a trap.  I just don’t know when she plans to spring it, or how to get out of it.”

“She’s with the government, so she still has to operate within some rules…”

Bruce nods.  “Which is why she isn’t trying to use my family as leverage.  But he’s just psychotic criminal scum, so she can do what she wants.”

“Do you have a plan?”

He pulls up the aerial view of the prison and tells her what he has in mind.

Afterward, she gestures to the open courtyard where they’ll be dropping in.  “Kal-el could—”

“Clark would not—and cannot—break into a prison to steal an inmate.”

“One who was being tormented and sent to his possible death on a regular basis?  I think he would.”

“And I’m telling you he can’t, because that place is still run by the government and they already watch him like circling vultures.  One toe out of line would send them running to LexCorp, potentially even setting the man himself free on yet another technicality, to make them weapons that can kill Clark.  He is a living, breathing natural disaster under the wrong circumstances, and I intend to prevent those circumstances for as long as possible.”

After several seconds of silence, Diana puts a hand on his shoulder.  “Just the two of us, then.  Let’s go.”

“I may have to stay behind in order to get him out—don’t let the League come after me.  Especially Barry:  he’s starting to take too many risks.”

She hides a smile.

“What?”

“I just think it’s funny that you treat Barry like a child, but not Victor.  You do know Barry is two years older?”

He ignores her.  “The number one priority is taking away Waller’s leverage, so if she gets me, she can only get me.”

“In that case, we’re taking my jet instead of yours.”

He frowns.  “You have a jet?  I don’t remember ever seeing—”

“I know.” 

.End.

[sproutwings]

I reckon you're gonna have good things to say about Superbat :3

I do! But like with Bruce/Slade, my love for it is basically only based on the DCEU.

What made you ship it?

Batman v Superman. The entire movie was ship fodder for me. Lingering resentments! Identity porn! Threats concealed as flirty small talk! Bitter fighting to the death! Unexpected mercy! Former enemies teaming up against a common foe! Also, damn, Batfleck was perfect. And then @susiecarter's wonderful fics kept my love for the ship aflame!

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Well, all of what I just said, plus the whole thing where Bruce afterwards goes against reason and the advice of his allies to resurrect Clark. And buys a bank so that Clark's mom gets her farm back. And that amazingly awkward and deliciously revealing way Bruce went "I don't... not." when Clark suggested he couldn't possibly have brought him back from the dead because he liked him. I mean, considering Bruce's emotional stuntedness, this is practically a declaration of love!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Alas, comics verse Superbat just doesn't tickle my enemies-to-lovers fancy! D:

[Ask game over here.]

[rebelliousstories]

Finally got around to watching The Batman (2022). While it’s not the Bale Batman, or Batfleck, I still thoroughly enjoyed the new interpretation of all the characters we know and love.

Requests are now open for:

Batman/Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle/ Catwoman

I could be talked into making fics for other characters though…

So ya know, jut like… have at it.