#clark kent mention

[transformersandturtles]

Sometimes I forget that Clark Kent was raised in Kansas and every time I remember that it makes me very giddy and happy and want to draw and write about him just being a silly guy in the Midwest.

[sparkoflena]

Kon: Why are you staring at me so intently?

Tim, completely casually: I think I want to stab you with Kryptonite a few times. In different areas. For science.

Kon: ...why is my best friend considering torturing me?

Tim: I'm wondering if it takes you down so badly because it is truly that dangerous to you or if the invulnerablility of Kryptonians gives you a weak pain tolerance.

Kon: And you're asking me, a half human, instead of Clark or Kara?

Tim: They'd start telling Bruce about my "concerning villainous behavior" again.

Kon: And I won't?

Tim: I've kept fighting through pneumonia, a gunshot wound, and broken bones. And you go down when I poke you with a rock. Come on, you've got to be curious.

Kon: ...okay, I am a little curious.

Tim: YES! You won't regret this!

Kon: I will absolutely regret this.

[arkangelo-7]

Bruce, high on pain meds: one time I wiped your memory and returned you to the orphanage because you had tried to convince me that Superman didn’t murder my parents.

Dick, also high on pain meds: we listen and we don’t judge

[monkesupreme]

dense, neutron star of a man. His weight fluctuates based off of the amount of sun hes been exposed to, and the amount of water ingested, so a very healthy kryptonian easily weighs around 350-400 lbs/ 158-181 kgs. Martha quickly traded in her lawn chairs for sturdy, solid wood, rocking chairs for the front porch as he got older, but Clark seems to be drawn to the flimsy lawn chairs like a moth to a flame.

(Hes prone to shouting for his Ma or Pa when hes scared awake, old habit hes never broke out of lol)

Bonus: a regular day for Bruce

[headcanonthings]

Bruce: That information is classified. Clark: We’re begging you, Batman. Please just tell us what you want for your birthday.

[megalithical]

clark: look, i know you think my judgement's clouded because i like bruce a little bit-

diana, holding clark’s notepad: you doodled your wedding invitation.

clark: no, that's our joint tombstone.

diana: my mistake.

[frownyalfred]

actually I think a lot of people whisper their confessions to Superman because they know there’s a — greater than average — chance he might be listening after all. wishes, secrets they take to their death bed, things they don’t want to be judged for but need to say.

and Clark takes it all on his shoulders with the grace he exhibits in the rest of his life. until one day that voice in his ear is familiar. there’s a heart, racing but beginning to slow. and it’s Bruce’s words that come to him, choked out between the sound of his lungs filling with blood.

and it doesn’t matter that Clark shatters the sound barrier traveling across the globe to a random alley in Gotham. by the time he arrives, it’s already too late. Bruce had chosen the last few seconds, knowing Clark would hear him. knowing he’d pass those words along to his children. knowing he would burden his closest friend with his last words, and still trusting (cursing?) him with them anyway.

[thewritingfairy]

↪ 01. The start of a second chance

PREV PART Trigger warnings: medical emergencies, past neglect, internalised ableism, (reader) cannot make up their mind main m.list       series m.list

Conner can’t believe it,he’s at the hospital because of aunt Lois as she broke her arm and he finds the person who he loves the most. You.

You, who disappeared so long ago. You, who haunted the Bat family as if you’re a ghost. A ghost who uses their mother’s legacy to torture their father. Something that he greatly admires if he were to be honest, he’s never seen Tim pull his hair out when searching for someone.

While being unaware of who your family truly is you can still avoid them. Something that even John giggles about as he tells their family about them Damian’s rants. Conner doesn’t understand what he sees in that Gremlin, but it’s better than him being amazed by Jason Todd.

But that isn’t what matters right now, first he needs to be there for his aunt (more like surrogate mother, but he isn’t ready to call her mom quite yet). Then he can find you again and figure out what’s going on. So he’ll wipe his tears and pretend nothing is going on, yet nothing goes by Lois. She isn’t an award winning journalist for no reason, she can see all that her children and husband hide. Especially now that she’s been married to Clark for a while.

Conner is truly half a replica of him, they both have the same anxious tick of darting their eyes around and humming a small tune to stabilize their breathing (and powers at times).

“That’s Bruce’s missing child, aren’t they?” Lois asks, as her eyes lock with her clone son. Even if Clark has issues with viewing him as a child, he still is and he deserves to be treated like one. And with that comes her motherly privilege of teasing him about his crush. “Don’t you have a crush on them?”

Conner’s mouth falls open as he blinks in shock. “Don’t tell Bruce,” is all he can say. For he knows why you ran, and your ‘family’ doesn’t deserve you. They don’t deserve your warmth, your smile and most importantly your forgiveness. “I’ll see if their safe, and if they aren’t then you can tell Bruce.”

Lois laughs as she fills in the papers needed to get an X-ray. She does so clumsily, it’s both amusing and painful to watch so Conner takes over.

“I am sure they had a good reason to run away,” she promises him with a small smile. A smile that looks way to teasing and mischievous. “however that doesn’t change the fact that you have a crush on them.”

“Please,” he groans as he hides his face in the papers he needs to fill in. “I would like to not think about that.”

As if on cue Clark walks in, worried and dishevelled. “Are you alright, dear?” he asks Lois as he takes in her appearance. But he acknowledges Conner with a stiff nod, a nod that hurts him ore than it should.

“I’ve experienced worse,” Lois teases Clark, but before she tells him more she tilts her head towards Conner. “go find out what’s going on with them. I’ll be alright.”

Those words were enough for his feet to start moving as he hands Clark the papers, he walks towards the nurse and asks for you. But he doesn’t ask for (Name) Wayne, no, he asks for (name) (last name).

And when he’s guided towards your room? His eyes fill with water once more, as they always have done whenever he sees you in such pain that your face scrunches up. His hands trembling as he pulls out a chair to place it next to your bed, unsure of what to say so he simply greets you.

Something that startles you, your eyes shot open as you suddenly sat up straight. It would have been amusing if Conner didn’t hear you whimper in pain, he would call it karma if he didn’t see your body tense as another wave of pain spreads through your body. He knows he should be used to it by now, especially when he was there when it first flared up, but you’ve always just showed him the service. All you have ever allowed him to do was come to check up.

You were terrified of him seeing something too dangerous, you were terrified of him snitching to Tim. And Tim snitching to Bruce.

Unbeknownst to you, Tim’s guilt would make keep your secrets for all of entirety if that what it took for his heart to feel lighter.

“You scared me,” you say the moment your face turned passive. A habit of yours that truly pissed him off, but it didn’t make him angry at you. No, it makes him angry at Jason, for even him who doesn’t know the full story. He knows Red Hood is wrong, he knows that his actions shouldn’t have been excused due to pit madness.

Not when you practically lost your soul.

“I’m sorry,” he apologises, but even he knows the apology is half-arsed. You do as well, your eyes show your emotions even when your face doesn’t. He can see the amusement in your eyes, so at least you’re not angry. “see it as karma for disappearing on me.”

Conner regrets uttering those words the second you look at the floor, the corner of your mouth drooping ever so slightly. Sometimes he curses himself for still being unable to guess when it’s appropriate to tell a joke. He curses himself for being like Luther (even when he truly isn’t).

“I needed to get away,” you say, your voice soft as your mind wanders. But Conner doesn’t notice, it’s better that way. “I couldn’t stand being there any longer so I did the only thing I could think off. I’m not sorry about that.”

Your words cut him deeper than they should, he knows it. He knows it isn’t personal but he still feels his chest tighten in sorrow.

“But I am sorry about hurting you in the process,” you admit, and for a second Conner allows his heart to soar. For a second he allows himself to believe that you love him the same way he loves you. You don’t, as you are not him, but you do adore him. You do wish that crush and platonic love for him can grow into something romantic. But you would never tell him that, not when there is no life to live with you, for you will need care when you grow older. Perhaps you need care even now as you can barely keep your own body afloat. “it might be best if we don’t interact.”

“Why?” Conner asks, his voice betraying his desperation. He saw a new expression, he saw a look in your eyes he had yet to see or notice. A look that makes him belief you might like him the way he loves you. “I won’t tell your family where you are, besides Tim and I aren’t on the best of terms currently.”

A tiny smile appears on your face as you try and think of reasons for you two to avoid each other. Conner always believed that relationships should be easy and perhaps a bit blunt.

He’s always been completely honest with you, you have just been too blind to see it. His lingering eyes and his careful touches. But now that you can see it, you can’t accept it.

“Let’s have this conversation when I’m not high on pain medication,” you deflect, turning the palm of your hand upward. “for now please stay with me and tell me why you are.”

Conner will grant you this request, but he won’t let you go. Even if you beg him to, now that he knows you are close enough to Smallville to go to the local hospital, he knows you are close enough to travel to. Close enough to monitor, but not in a creepy Tim way. No, to protect you.

You don’t know the bats are getting desperate, that they are getting reckless.

So he’ll be you’re shield as he figures out how to get close to you once more.

NEXT PART The pacing of Conner and (name) meeting is quicker than me sneezing. (I'm not good with au slowburns) forgot tags so added those

[bugisastranger]

Could I please have angst with a happy ending with Best friend Clark, where you’ve been pining after him for the longest time, but he’s still after Lana. So you give up and start going on dates/bars to get over him, and he’s confused at the sudden emotional distance because you’ve never done that before, and he finds himself jealous. 🙏🙏🙏

a/n: sorry this took a bit anon! i am such a busy gal this semester </3. this one's a lil long - might not be as angsty as you were hoping but i haven't written angst in agessss so i apologize. ty for the req my love!

"who's this?"

is what you hear before you can even turn your head to see clark approaching you in the beanery. you had figured he wouldn’t even be here—he’d surely be supporting lana at the talon—but clearly the world had a way of taunting you, because you’d recognize his voice anywhere.

“clark,” you start, finding it absolutely unbelievable that he found a way to worm himself into your life regardless of how much you tried to avoid him. “this is steven. steven, clark—my friend.” you give a pointed look to clark. “what’s up?”

“oh, i just wanted to see you.” you’re kidding. as often as clark says things which make you double take, this is not a time you doubt what he means; even your date is baffled by his words.

“i wanted your help, actually. with my english project," clark says, and it almost seems like he came up with that on the spot.

“what? clark, you’re good at english.” there is no way.

“well, this one’s giving me trouble.”

“i… can it wait? or can’t you ask chloe?” you try urging, hoping it'll make him get the hint.

“chloe’s busy.”

“okay, whatever, i can come by later.”

“i have a thing later," clark says, and it's taking all of your power not to strangle him. he never even acted this way if you were talking to people he knows.

“a thing?”

“yes, a thing." you roll your eyes, finding clark's behavior beyond absurd.

“you know what – i was gonna go soon anyway,” steven says awkwardly, standing. 

“no, stay. clark was just going." you jump to your feet, trying to resolve the situation.

“no, i wasn’t!”

“oh my god, clark shut up!” 

“i’ll call you, okay?” steven grabs his jacket, and that’s when you know that clark has entirely ruined this for you. 

“are you sure? i’m sorry about him, he’s—”

“i’m what?” clark interjects.

“intruding.” you finish, and it's clark's turn to roll his eyes. “i really am sorry about this, my friends usually don’t interrupt my dates, i promise.”

“that’s okay. it was nice spending time with you.” 

steven isn’t even out of earshot when you start scolding clark, swatting him with a magazine off the table. “are you serious?! what is wrong with you!”

“what’s wrong with me?”

“yes, you!”

“you’ve been avoiding me for weeks!”

“what are you talking about?” you ask, trying to play dumb.

“what am i talking about?" clark touches his hands to his chest, confused how you're turning this on him. "are you kidding? you used to hang out with me nearly every day, and now i barely even see you at school.”

“and?”

“and?” he asks, his eyebrows shooting up. “and i like spending time with you? i care about you? is that seriously something i have to tell you?”

“maybe it is,” you say, hands moving to your hips.

“who even is that kid? you didn’t tell me you were going on a date.”

oh. oh.

“that’s what this is about?”

“uh. yeah. you tell me everything." the sass in his voice is a quick reminder that you have such strong feelings for clark, but you try to push that thought away. and clark's right, anyway. you would typically tell him most things.

“i do not tell you everything,” maybe it’s the way that you say it—or maybe it's just the sentiment in itself—but clark furrows his brows, the sentence hitting him like a punch.

“what don’t you tell me?”

“i don’t know, clark—things!” but you do know, and it’s that you’ve been harboring feelings with him for god knows how long. “you keep secrets from me all the time. i don’t pry.” and that seems to shut him up. “listen, can we not talk about this now? let’s go back to yours.”

“okay. okay, yeah,” he says, walking towards the door and holding it open for you. on the walk back to his house, you start talking about other things—the english project that he didn’t need your help with so urgently, the errands his mom had him run earlier, and what chloe had been telling him about yesterday.

clark’s english project took far less time than he’d hoped, and he was only able to keep you an extra half hour because his mom joined the conversation. and when you left, that only made the cut deeper, because she brought up how she’d barely been seeing you around lately. he doesn’t see you the next morning at school, and barely catches sight of you at the end of the day, talking to steven. he’s about to walk over there, interrupt the two of you again, but pete appears in front of him and drags him over to the torch before he can protest.

the next few days pass slower than time ever has for clark. it’s like he’s spending every minute thinking about you, and he doesn’t even realize why until it hits him that he’s been seeing lana with whitney and it doesn’t make him feel the same way it used to. the only thing making him feel that way is you. that realization occurs in his math class, and he nearly thinks that he’s around some of the meteor rock because of how it makes him feel. he’s lucky that his actual teacher is out sick, because when clark comes back from the bathroom, he’s already thinking about what he’s going to say to you.

“please open the door, please open the door, please open the door,” clark whispers to himself as he rings the doorbell. it’s not too long until the door’s creaking open, and luckily it’s you—not your parents—on the other side. “hey.”

“hi.”

“how are you?” he stalls.

“i’m fine. you?” you ask, leaning against the doorframe. honestly, it kills you to be so cold towards clark, but there’s not another way you can imagine to get over him. every second you’re with him is indescribable. 

“i wanted to talk to you, actually.”

“okay.” you look back into the house before stepping out front, shutting the door gently behind you. it’s a moment of you looking at him expectantly before he takes a deep breath, preparing himself for your reaction.

“i don’t think you should see steven anymore.”

“what? why?”

“i just don’t think he’s the guy for you.”

“okay, well, that’s a really great and specific reason, clark,” you say sarcastically. “what do you have against him?”

“i don’t have anything against him!” wrong. “i just don’t want you going out with him.” and wrong thing to say. 

“you don’t get to control who i go out with, clark.”

“that’s not what i meant–”

“what did you mean, then?” you ask, angrily. it takes clark by surprise, really, ‘cause he can’t remember the last time you’d snapped like that, and he never thought you’d react that way to him.

“i just think you deserve better.”

“you don’t even know him! you have no idea how he treats me.”

“just trust me.” clark looks down at you with what you can only describe as puppy eyes. “come on, i know you trust me.”

“i do trust you—usually—but this is so unlike you.”

“this is unlike you! you never talk about boys or going out with anyone or—”

“yeah, well maybe i had my eye on someone.”

“what?”

“nothing, clark! nothing.”

“how does you being interested in someone mean that you don’t ever talk about them?”

“god, clark, you’re so blind,” you mutter under your breath. “because it’s you!” oh. 

“what?” clark replies, his eyes wide. it doesn’t even cross his mind what it actually means, he’s just so shocked. “what?”

“you heard what i said.”

“no, yeah, i did. but what?” “i’m not repeating myself.”

“how long?”

“i’m not answering that, clark. that’s humiliating.”

“no, it’s not. i—” he takes another deep breath, shaking his head slightly. “i’m jealous.”

“what?”

“of steven, i’m jealous of him. and i—i don’t really know where it’s come from, but i don’t want you seeing him, i want you seeing me,” clark’s words make you still, the anger being drawn out of your system. “i miss you,” he adds quietly. 

“okay. wow. that’s… okay.”

“okay?” he teases, taking a step forward with a smirk. it’s starting to set in that you feel the same way, and he suddenly doesn’t feel so bad about the way he’s been sneaking glances at your lips this whole time. clark watches you grow a little nervous, starting to fluster, and he’s kicking his past-self for never realizing how cute you are. 

“i’m nervous.”

“i can tell,” he smiles, the toothy grin nearly making you implode. “so, what does this mean?” 

because of how close clark is, you’re having to really look up at him, and though it’s already hurting your neck, you can’t make yourself look away. “i’m not gonna talk to him anymore. i wasn’t going to, anyway. it’s not fair, using him to get over you.”

“was it working?” you shake your head. “good.” he’s staring down at you for another moment, and the silence isn’t awkward. all he’s waiting on is a sign, something to tell him that you actually do want him—more than just words. then you’re looking at his lips for a little longer than a simple glance, and he’s bending over, leaning in. clark would be lying if he says he’s not nervous, but he’s wasted so much time being blind to your feelings that he won’t do it any longer.

clark snakes a hand around your body, pulling you closer to him as he presses his lips to yours in what can only be described as a rom-com kiss. it feels that way, too, and he has to force himself off of you. he almost wants to apologize for how eager he is, but he doesn’t.

you stare at each other for another moment, like neither of you really knows what to say, and then you look to the side, half hiding your face as you try not to giggle out of excitement. “um, i have to go back inside. my parents are…”

“yeah, that’s okay,” clark says, beaming. “let me take you on a date. are you busy later?”

“no, later works,” you nod. clark huffs at how adorable it is, before glancing back at the front door—making sure nobody’s looking—and pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“i’ll come get you at six.” he starts to walk off before turning back around, “and, uh, maybe wait a second before you go back in. your face is all red.”

[logince]

Conner: Proud to say I'm the first in the Kent family to sex up a bat!

Clark: Don't say it like that :/

Clark: Also... you're the second.

Conner:

Clark:

Conner: YOU AND BATMAN?!

[ashoss]

this might be a really weird ask but could you maybe draw ‘mae kent’?

wow what a weird thing to request of me….. i guess i can…

this was drawn for @mae-kent day!! happy mae day to those that celebrate o7

edit + og

this was honestly so fun to draw... finding the font that was in the og was.. less. fun... so i just found one that had the slanted e. i hpe i didnt miss anything . erm....

[marigraphia]

I've had this pose ref saved for a while and the Superman set photos just gave off the same energy 👉🏻👈🏻

The reference is this photo of Katharine Hepburn as Antiope and Colin Keith-Johnston as Theseus in the 1932 play 'The Warrior's Husband' (and I'd love for people to turn into a draw your otp meme pls pls pls this pose is so good)

And also, of course, the Superman (2025) set photos

[fae-morrigan]

I know, i know its unlikely the past-gang will remember this moment when everything gets fixed, but this implies clark has known from the moment that jon was born that he likes dudes which is REALLY funny

[shroudedmoon]

Happy New Years to everyone in EST!!! Here's some superbat lighting practice for surviving 2024 <3 Feat. Surprise New Years kiss, healing after kryptonite, and superbat's weird brand of flirting

[puppiesandnightlock]

okay okay okay but Damian and Lois getting along like a house on fire quite literally

Clark and Jon in the background absolutely terrified of their combined force

[superbat-love]

During a battle, Superman and Batman were struck by a beam from Mister Mxyzptlk, fracturing their personalities into three separate entities.

Bruce ended up with Batman, the aggressive dark knight; Brucie (or Wayne), the smooth talking playboy; and Bruce, the awkward loner.

Meanwhile, Clark got split into Superman, the symbol of hope; Clark Kent, the mild-mannered but persistent journalist; and Kal-El, the alien longing to be accepted.

They had to live together until they could fix things, and surprisingly, the Clarks got along great. But the Bruces? Total chaos. Batman's always raging, especially at Brucie and that "reckless, overly-righteous" Superman. Brucie's busy flirting with anyone with a pulse, making Batman super uncomfortable. And then there's Bruce, who's avoiding everyone, especially Batman.

Living together forced both Bruce and Clark to face some deep issues they've been hiding, and they ended up understanding themselves better. Batman and Bruce had long heart-to-hearts about their fears and traumas, opening up emotionally. Clark learned more about the real Superman behind the hero facade, seeing the heavy burden of responsibility and Kal-El's loneliness.

Batman started to let his guard down around the sincere Clark, who wasn't fazed by his grumpiness. Superman figured out there's more to Brucie than meets the eye and saw that he was secretly struggling to prevent Batman and Bruce from succumbing to rage or despair. Kal-El, wanting to get closer to Bruce, had to deal with Batman's protective streak first.