#dc clark kent

[marskiiii]

clarkie

[drawingdisaster]

Bruce/Clark

I’m practicing these two…🫠

[the-fyre-flie]

Based on my first post about "Dick Grayson Robin was taught to slow his breathing/heartrate", Jason Todd Robin was taught the same thing. Which is why Clark failed him and let him die.

Clark has super hearing. He can hear practically anything, and had taught himself to tune out most sounds. Sounds he did not tune out were the heartbeats of his friends. He constantly had the thumping of about a dozen people on his mind, able to tell apart each unique heartbeat. He could tell apart Diana and Bruce, Barry and Hal, ect. He even knew both Robins heartbeats.

After having the biggest jumpscare with Dick slowing his heart, thinking the kid was dying, he stopped panicking when he heard the kid lower his heartrate. When he met Jason, he had expected the same thing. And he had been right. For a while.

When Jason was killed, he hadn't even blinked. When he found out what happened, it nearly broken him. He had heard it. He heard Jason die, and he did nothing. And it wasn't even intentional. When Tim showed up, he was *extremely* paranoid for a while. Showing up at night to just ask if Tim was alright, to see if he was alive when the dude was just sleeping.

[yandereunsolved]

✐ᝰ Yandere Clark Kent 'Superman' ᝰ.ᐟ

Alien, farmer, reporter, superhero, and Justice League member are all titles Clark has collected over the years. They stretch from the most mundane to the ones that are given the highest respect. All of these titles pale in comparison to the one he yearns for the most: to be your husband. Every one of his positive traits seemed to disintegrate when it came to you, his accomplishments and status along with them. He was simply Clark to you, not Superman or Kal-El.

He was nothing but a love-sick maniac at your feet. His obsession threatens to break the moral code he is so devoted to. He understands that his attraction to you is something unhealthy and taboo. He is a beacon of light in the darkness of the world. Yet he'd be willing to blind the entire world with light just to be acknowledged by you. He'd cut out his own heart and present it in a gift box with a red bow if it'd please you.

You—just a human reporter who works at the Daily Planet. You who lives in a small studio apartment. You who has aspirations of doing something greater than just writing opinion pieces. You who has captured the noble hero's heart. 

You, you, you, you, you, you, you.

He can't get enough.

He doesn't get enough of you. You seem to actively avoid him. You interact with Lois so cordially; you two are close friends. He works with Lois. Why are you giving him the cold shoulder?

He knows everything about you. He knows your favorite restaurant, where you go to de-stress, your schedule, your hobbies, and your fantasies. He's spent so much time learning about you. You've learned nothing about him except for the fact that he's your dorky, sweet co-worker.

"Are you staring at them again? How long have you been staring at them? Why do you keep staring at them? Do you have a crush on them!?" Lois interrogates him with that same curiosity kindling in the back of her violet eyes.

He could demolish buildings in an instant, but he couldn't control his pale complexion from being invaded by a red hue. He had to think for a moment. His words had become lost in his mind, like they had been dispersed among the cosmos. He stuttered at first. It felt so out of character for him. He always, well, almost always, knew what to say. 

He had to be careful around her. He's lucky that he has been clever enough to keep his obsessive tendencies under wraps until Lois leaves his side.

"I just want to know why they refuse to talk to me." His words were laced with truth. Still, he was dodging her questions, as always.

Lois huffs in irritation, like he just said the most asinine thing one could ever utter.

"They obviously like you. They just think you're way out of their league."

"What?" He deadpans.

"I never give you the inside scoop about your darling little crush, but this one time I may." She teases him. "Clark, they like you. The googly eyes you two make at each other are such an obvious indication that you both are totally whipped for each other."

"You're serious?" His pupils dilate to such an extensive degree that you would have thought he was getting them checked by an optometrist. A lump forms in this throat, twice the size of his Adam's apple. "They like me?"

"They more than like you. They are interested in you, and you should totally ask them out on a date. I have to help a friend out, y'know? You two would make such a cute couple." Lois's pitch in her voice had become so much higher; even with her evident giddiness, there was an undertone of sulleness.

"Hey!" Lois calls you over. She waves her arm around and points towards Clark.

You scurry over in your flattering work outfit. It wouldn't be appropriate for him to eye you like a forbidden sweet. Still, he could feel his clothes grow tighter and his palms become sweaty. You couldn't even look him in the eyes. He wanted to gently tilt your chin up so your eyes would meet his. He'd eat a lump of kryptonite just for you to glance at him with that love-lorn expression. If only you knew, he could show; no, he has to show—

"You and him are going to go undercover in a local cafe a few blocks from here." He's snapped from his never-ending supply of thoughts about you. "It's supposedly a cover for a notorious drug cartel. Your cover story will be that you're a young couple going out on a date."  

You glance at Lois and eagerly nod. His words don't register your reply, but from Lois's grin, you obviously said something along the lines of yes. You walk off once again, your eyes sweeping across the aged carpet covering the office floor. Once out of hearing distance, Lois turns back to him.

"You're welcome. You owe me one." Lois nudges him in the side.

He could die a happy man now.

[emmer-g]

It's a long way down, Smallville

[jamie-goblin-child]

He doesn't know what she's doing

[gorefatale]

If Robert Pattinson's Batman is "Battinson," then David Corenswet's Superman is... Superwet???

[missingnightwingsmullet]

maybe don’t ask him to put you down mid-flight.

just a suggestion

[taxidermiedratsprancingaround]

I hope it isn’t painfully obvious, but never have I ever even attempted to draw people kissing.

[bblackthing]

I really enjoyed MAWS and I really hope we will get Kon/Connor in next seasons

I tried to make Kon look in their style to see how he would look like, maybe I will do more I don't know

[marskiiii]

kill me theyre so cute ugh

[drawingdisaster]

Bruce/Clark. This is my first attempt at drawing anything with these two🫠

[the-fyre-flie]

Bruce, who can withstand gods and aliens beating him up no problem but suffers from Tummy Ache Syndrome lolol

Bruce, groaning in pain after a battle: oouuugh...

Clark, who thinks Bruce has been severely hurt because Bruce NEVER groans or complains: Batman!? Are you okay!? Did you break a rib or-

Bruce: Dick made breakfast.. it was not good... ouuuggghhhh...

Clark: ...dude...

[mmmmmmeow]

most normal, sane, AI father and son bonding moment. also gail is a fine name for a polar bear you right

[imsaunteringvaguelydownwards]

I would say the babygirlification of Clark Kent needs to be studied but tbh dc did that to themselves

[jamie-goblin-child]

Superman turn around I made

Lil guy I made for class for a fake Superman cartoon, I kinda love him