#batfleck fics

[frownyalfred]

pining/horny Clark sneaking into the Cave and using Bruce’s voice modulator just to record Batman saying sexy things to him in the voice but forgetting to clear the transcription record and having to look Bruce in the eye the next day at Batfamily dinner (Alfred did him a solid and erased it before Bruce saw it) (Alfred will not tell Clark this and will drag out the horror just to see Clark sweat when Bruce asks him a question)

[ky-landfill]

I am simply obsessed with the way you draw Jason--especially baby Jay! I also really appreciate you dropping fic recs in the tags of some of your art. 😍

Are there any fics you'd recommend on the fluffier side (or just more comfort than hurt) focusing on Jason?

[devilishcupid]

BROUGHT TO JUSTICE | Bruce Wayne

☆ premise: you knew you had to do something after the joker killed jason, even if bruce wouldn't be able to save you.

☆ pairing: bruce wayne x fem!wife!reader

☆ warnings: gore descriptions, hurt no comfort, angst, death depiction and mention

☆ a/n: been a while since i uploaded a fic on this account. so many drafts and i couldn't focus on finishing bc i kept going back and forth lol. anyways, forced myself to finish this bruce fic i've had since last year. didn't have a specific bruce in mind writing this, hope you enjoy!

'He was never going to stop. You did the right thing,' you told yourself. You spared Gotham of further terror at the hands of the psychopathic clown. He didn't deserve to live—not after he murdered the one you held most dear.

"What did you do?"

You snapped out of your trance-like state, looking up to find Bruce standing in front of you in his costume. Only now, you became aware of the cold metal of the crowbar in your hands. Only now, you became aware of the crimson blood that covered you from head to toe. Only now, you became aware of the lifeless body of the Joker lying at your feet.

"I only did what you couldn't do." You said as you dropped the crowbar, the sound of metal hitting concrete echoing in the abandoned warehouse you had lured the Joker into.

"Why... why did you do this?!" Bruce yelled, grabbing you by your shoulders, trying to process how you were able to commit something even he couldn't bring himself to do.

"Because you didn't save my Jason!" You spat at him, your salty tears mixing with the blood splattered on your face before dripping down your chin and onto the ground. "You didn't save our boy—"

"Do you really believe that's an excuse to take a life?!"

Your jaw clenched at his words—you couldn't believe Bruce was using his stupid code of honor to defend letting that good-for-nothing maniac live after what he did.

"He tortured your son to death, and you let him get away with it." You hissed, venom dripping from every word you said. "And it's not just Jason. He terrorized the citizens of Gotham for too long, and the only thing you ever did about it was put him in a damn asylum he'd eventually escape from."

Bruce's lips formed a thin line across his face, unable to give you a response. From the looks of it, you could tell he knew you were right—at least about the never-ending cycle of Joker escaping Arkham and the Batman putting him back in.

"You know why I couldn't kill him." He finally settled on.

You let out a throaty chuckle laced with disdain for the man in front of you, shaking your head at your husband's simplistic reply. "Well, it's a good thing you don't have to—not anymore, at least. I did all of this for you."

Before either of you could say anything else, blue and red lights pierced through the broken glass windows of the warehouse, and the sound of sirens got louder. You could hear the screeching of car breaks, followed by Commissioner Gordon's voice booming, "This is the GCPD, and we have you surrounded! Come out now!"

"You should go," you said, having already accepted your eventual arrest by the Gotham City Police Department the moment you had put your plan into action.

"I won't leave—"

"It will look bad if they see you here," you interrupted him. "Right now, you're not my husband. You're the Batman. Unless you want to be the one to turn me in, I suggest you go now."

Bruce stayed quiet, knowing he couldn't save you from your predicament. Everything that led up to the Joker's death all pointed to you. It was almost as if you wanted to get caught with how the clown's death mirrored Jason's; you didn't bother to cover up your tracks, either. They may not be as useful as they should be in this crime-ridden city, but the GCPD isn't incompetent enough to not connect the dots.

"Just go, Bruce. Please. I don't want you to see what happens next." You planted a lingering kiss on your husband's cheek—careful not to get any hint of evidence on his suit—before heading towards the warehouse entrance to face Commissioner Gordon and his men.

The squelching of entrails and blood beneath the soles of your shoes followed your every step as you inched towards the door. You gripped the rusty handle with a bloody hand, taking a deep breath. You heard the sound of rustling behind you and look back to find the Batman already gone.

If it wasn't for the wailing of the police sirens, you swore you would've been able to hear a pin drop from the shock Gordon and his people had when you stepped foot outside the warehouse.

You raised your hands in the air, showing the entire unit of police officers undeniable proof of what you'd done. Confusion contorted on some of the officers' faces while others lowered their weapons, all of them unable to wrap their head around how one of Gotham's most esteemed socialites ended up covered in blood from head to toe.

"Sir, what do we do?" You could hear Officer Montoya ask hesitantly to the GCPD's renowned commissioner.

"Arrest her."

Next thing you know, your face is pressed against the pebbly ground and cold, thin metal is wrapped around your wrists behind your back. From the corner of your eye, you could see the feet of officers walking past you and into the warehouse.

You're brought back on your feet and walked to the nearest police car. Before you're put inside, you hear one of the officers shout—

"Fucking hell, she killed the Joker!"

Once you're seated in the backseat, the car starts moving. The sounds of the engine and the sirens filling your ears, almost deafening. You look out of the window, and you spot the silhouette of the Batman atop of a building against the moon's bright light.

You couldn't help but smile a little to yourself. As much as you did it for yourself, you did it for him. Now, the Batman didn't have to worry about a psychotic clown terrorizing Gotham City.

[katykat-98]

Hello please help me find a fic!

I recall the following:

It was on ao3

It was set post Batman v Superman, with the a Justice a league trying revive Superman

At some point, Batman and Superman(‘s corpse?) are on the remains of the kryptonian ship. Superman gets put in the womb/goo and is revived, freaks out and (of course this is the part I remember) fucks Batfleck in the goo which heals him, removing all medical hardware from his body.

Oh tumblr people, help in this quest and you will have my thanks.

[evasive-anon]

Yo, is there a fic yet of Jason from any of the comic timeline meeting Batfleck yet? I just really think they would really get along since Batfleck not only has big dad vibes but also kills people.

[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

[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.

[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 🫣

[frownyalfred]

Thoughts on battinson meeting batfleck? 👀👀 I think I've seen posts on here about that kind of crossover, but it doesn't seem to be that common of a fanfic trope. Love to hear your take!!

Batfleck would think Battinson was a skinny little weirdo who needs to talk to women more and Battinson would think Batfleck was a paranoid alcoholic with rage issues and neither of them would be entirely wrong unfortunately

[l0singsdogs]

Sometimes when I read fanfics, I have three versions of Batman in my head.

The first version is Battinson (Robert Pattinson)—the version where everyone is still young, Bruce is a first-time father, and everything is complicated and happening for the first time. It’s that version that comes to mind in fics where Dick is meeting a younger Batman, or when Jason comes back into Bruce’s life (because, really, Robert Pattinson is only 38), so I imagine that Bruce. His family is still young, they still have so much left to do together. Everything feels like a first-time experience—they're all just too young. Especially in those fics where they say Bruce adopted his kids much earlier. That’s the Bruce I picture.

The second version I imagine is Batfleck… and that’s usually the one I see in the sadder fics. When everyone’s older, Jason has come back but things are still complicated and way too sad. Those fics where Dick has to take on the mantle of Batman, where everyone is separated, and Jason is still estranged from the family. Because… please, every time I saw that man in Zack Snyder’s version, I thought: that man is alone. His family is falling apart little by little. He gives off the whole vibe of a tired dad who’s slowly losing to nostalgia. He’s exhausted and all he really wants is for everyone to be together again. Also… I could write a whole essay on why he’s perfect for certain vibes in the fics I read. And when I read those fics where he’s a soft, spoiling grandfather? That’s the Bruce I picture.

Lastly, a bit controversial… Alan Ritchson. But that’s for the fics where Bruce has no one. Where he’s a lonely man. Where Batman exists in a world without anyone beside him, where he’s just trying to save his city on his own. Those darker versions where he’s a bit more savage, where he’s lost his humanity and is, more than anything, just Batman. A lone outlaw.

Of course, I have other versions for Batman Beyond and alternate universes, but those are the ones I picture most often—sometimes it’s just a specific comic version that pops into my head. But I always like imagining Batfleck, because he always has that vibe—that feeling of someone who truly needs his family back.

Well, that’s my essay for today on fancasts.

[dceuw0rldsfinestenjoyer]

Batfleck with a baby <333 I love

Bat + baby

[mysticwolfshadows]

Weekly Fic Recs

Things I've read this week that I would recommend! (Sorry if there are repeats.)

Superbat

The End of the Star by Lopithecus on AO3 Bruce Wayne is attacked and kidnapped on his way home from a charity event. Mysterious men whisk the billionaire away to a remote planet, light years away from Earth. A star system in peril needs his help. He must act to save the people of this strange new world. Things are not always as they seem, and what awaits on this alien odyssey will challenge even the Batman's resolve. Rating: Explicit - Words: 38,582 - Chapters: 13

I really liked this one. Bruce getting spirited away to Krypton, and falling in love trying to do the impossible, even as he tells himself not to? So good!

Consanguineous Ministrations by Briarwitched on AO3 “Who gave you a baby?” Dick demanded, the instant Bruce opened the front door, eyes drawn immediately to the sobbing infant on Bruce’s hip that he gently bounced to no avail. At the same time, Bruce muttered, “I told you, it’s fine, you didn’t have to come.” Dick rolled his eyes and pushed past him. Noted the scattered blankets, baby clothing, and dirty dishes gracing nearly every surface of the lake house with a glance. “I figured that out when you hung up on me. My question still stands: who in their right mind gave you an infant?” Bruce opened his mouth and then shut it. Took a deep breath which he blew out slowly. The plain white dress shirt he favored on the weekends was streaked with what looked like pea puree, sweet potato, and snot. “A desperate alien ship with no other options.” “Yeah, that scans.” Alternatively titled, "Let's give Batfleck alien baby problems". Rating: Teen And Up Audiences - Words: 23,976 - Chapters: 1

I've reread this a few times. Not outright Superbat, but has implied Superbat. I love all the little added things about Kryptonian Biology that we don't see because Clark is either to old, or not around other Kryponians. And little wacky baby Conner! Love it.

[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.