#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)

[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

[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 🫣

[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

[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.

[dceuw0rldsfinestenjoyer]

Batfleck with a baby <333 I love

Bat + baby

[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.

[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.