#batman robert pattinson

[nyxxx-777]

Hot girls create intense fictional scenarios to fill the void of no romance in their life

[upsxde]

Batman icons!!

like or reblog if u save!! :)

[angelpirri]

This is my Batman!

[mossblvck]

[slashersthehorror]

Honestly can’t stop thinking about this version of SuperBat ….

[norithelord]

The new Sup with The Batman :D

Ain't making out, but they went for a coffee :>

[arkangelo-7]

I need Battison to have a Robin.

I need him to carry around a little bundle of joy in his arms. I need him to risk his life saving him from the movie’s big bad. I need him to hold his tiny hands or cradle his tiny face. I need him to crack the smallest of smiles when Robin makes a pun.

I need him to walk into the penthouse, tired and anger and sad, and see his little Robin sprawled across the floor, giggling as his crayons draw him and Alfie and B—their little family.

I him to crawl out of the darkness with Robin. His Robin.

[leighanne]

People need hope. Look up.

The Batman (2022) dir. Matt Reeves.

Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn.

[gaypoetsblog]

was re-watching The Batman (2022) and i love how Officer Martinez loathes the goth, dark and brooding vigilante Batman with all his being but absolutely loves and adores wet kitten, babygirl, introverted, Mr. I-hate-people-and-going-outside Bruce Wayne.

Martinez calling Batman a freak but visibly smiling and waving at Bruce Wayne during a goddamn funeral. I love that man so much and he loves Bruce Wayne so much more.

[victorstoleyourorgans]

Superbat fanfic writers do your thing.

[frontmansdefender]

I aspire to be as happy as Robert Pattinson hanging out with a cow

[redwiccanrobin]

Let them be besties.

[fear-is-truth]

mature content ; mdni ┆warnings: mentions of sex + pregnancy. baby fever.

BRUCE WAYNE stared at his phone, the latest tabloid cover flashing across the screen. is gotham’s most eligible billionaire about to be a father? the headline was emblazoned next to an out-of-context photo of you—his girlfriend—your hand resting over your stomach as you laughed, caught mid-conversation at a gala. the picture had been taken at the wrong moment, the pose completely innocent, but the image itself stirred something inside him.

it wasn’t a new thought, not really. the idea of starting a family with you had crossed bruce’s mind many times—always during the occasions when he’s hitting it raw, buried to the hilt inside you. it was then, two thrusts away from euphoria (aka pumping your womb full with his cum), that the thought would slip in, unbidden: what if this led to more it? the telltale twitch of his cock was always accompanied with the idea of you, swollen with his child. it wasn’t something he normally dwelled on, but now, with the possibility spelled out in bold, blocky letters on the screen, it was tangible, no longer just a fleeting idea or a half-formed daydream. he couldn’t push the thought away.

he imagined you barefoot in their master bedroom, your bare feet pressing into the softness of the rug as you stood by the window; your figure swathed in the first light of dawn, the sky a pale wash of pink and gold, and outside, the sprawling grounds of the wayne estate stretched out, untainted by the darkness that was gotham city. here, it was truly quiet, the kind of quiet bruce only found when he was in your company. you held your arms.

he pictured your expression, tender and serene, your eyes focused entirely on the baby—his baby—in your arms. the soft, chubby cheeks, the tiny hand curling instinctively around your finger. a connection between mother and child that made his chest ache. it all felt like something ethereal, as if it had been plucked from a dream.

shifting slightly in his chair, bruce frowned as his trousers grew a touch uncomfortable, and the realisation sent a flicker of heat across his face. he pressed his lips into a thin line, shaking his head at himself. this wasn’t like him—getting caught up in a fantasy, letting something as trivial as a tabloid headline get under his skin. brushing a hand across his jaw, he exhaled slowly, as if it helped release the tension coiled in his chest (it didn’t).

maybe this wasn’t something he could keep pushing away.

[andillwriteyouatragedy]

"there's a rumble in clark's voice that he usually reserves just for bruce."

[slashersthehorror]

[scre6m]

#sad wet cat