#kent writing

[sipping-tea-alone]

Amnesia Memories fanfic!

Kent x MC

Trigger warnings: slight angst, forced kissing, aggressiveness, jealousy, and ikki himself is a warning

“Hey, you’re staring again.” I am snapped away from my own thoughts as Kent’s voice pierces through. “Is it just a misunderstanding again?” He says in a teasing voice.

Me and Kent were in the college study room like normal on every Wednesday we could. I was staring off into the white space of my mind as if it was a normal thing, as if I was looking for something. It feels like there used to be something there but no matter how hard I look there’s still nothing but myself. This situation feels like deja-vu, but still oddly brand new. I feel like there should be more people, a voice; something.

“Do you want to misunderstand?” I give the most natural answer, but I realize I’ve already said that before. We both look at each other and give a soft chuckle, lightly covering our mouths.

“Well, maybe I do.” Kent stands up from his desk, lightly pushing his hands up, against the desk. There are times I forget how tall he is, knowing his soft side better makes it hard to see him as others do.

He approaches me with a steadfast pace, his broad shoulders becoming larger as he continues to get closer. Before I know it he’s standing right in front of me, face next to mine. He had crouched down to be face to face with me, smiling softly.

“I won’t back down again.” His expression changed to one I rarely see; he had a smirk, almost like something Ikki would wear. His eyes didn’t match his expression though, they were excitable; almost like a child’s expression. He leaned in slightly, it felt nice to feel like we were progressing with each other. Who knew that we’d already be having our second kiss after getting over our misunderstood “hatred” for each other not too long ago. It felt like it was taking forever for him to do it himself, so I began to lean in towards him. Right before our lips could touch though, there was a sudden interruption.

“You seemed to have let your guard down once again, my friend.” A loud but smooth voice comes from the doorway, now wide open. Kent stands back up in a rush, almost headbutting me on the way up. He looks around in a daze, eyes squinted and aware.

“I am not your friend. Now show yourself before it’s too late.” He sneers out the word friend like he couldn’t even imagine it, I still find these fights to be utterly amusing. A very cute friendship for two very serious men.

“I’ve completed the puzzle!” Ikki finally shows himself, he goes right in front of Kent. He bows and hands Kent a packet of papers, even more than the last puzzle. Kent looks down at it questioningly, judging it from afar. He snatches the papers from Ikki’s hands and begins to flip through, eyes carefully reading every page and at every stop he would say correct in a very monotone voice.

“See, I told you I could take it.” Ikki plasters a smirk on his face that reaches his eyes, achieving an overall look of smugness. One of his hands is raised as if examining it, he uses the other to tug at the end of his glove.

“Hm. I guess I’ll have to accept it.” Kent says in a huff, tone sounding similar to pouting. “You have very poor timing though.” His eyes trailed off to the side, voice still staying firm.

“No, this was very planned.” Ikki’s smirk of smugness turns to one of devilishness. “I can’t believe you almost managed to score a kiss!” He continued to burst out in laughter, hands hugging his sides. Kent tensed up and his eyebrows began to twitch.

“My relationship is none of your business, Ikkyu.” Kent’s arms stiffen by his sides, glued to his hips. His head faces downward but he looks upward to glare at Ikki, like a warning.

“Oh, really? Well, then it would be such a shame if my hand happened to-” Ikki cut off his sentence mid-way through. Me and Kent both carefully watch as he slowly puts one foot in front of the other, towards my direction. “-slip.” His words were very sudden; before I knew it Ikki’s hand was cradling the back of my head.

I snuck a quick look past Ikki at Kent, he looked like he was mostly keeping himself under control at least. Kent seemed to have gotten more confident in our relationship, I could tease him a little bit. I don’t pull away from him, instead giggling under my breath at the rivalry between them.

“Ikkyu, I suggest you step back. As well as you-“ He breaks off mid-sentence and looks directly at me. I felt a chill go through my body from the look he gave. “It’s better if you don’t let him manipulate you.” Kent had a stern expression and tone, taking this very seriously.

“Oh, c’mon, Ken! Sharing is caring, right?” Ikki doesn’t look at Kent as he speaks, his eyes locked on me. I stood up from where I was sitting on the loveseat, expecting to be able to pull away from him a bit. Instead, before I can think to move, Ikki has his hand grasped around my waist.

“Well, if that’s so I guess you could call me a very uncaring person!” Kent raises his voice at Ikki’s sudden movement. Even I’m a bit taken aback at how far he is taking it this time. I look past Ikkyu again to check up on Kent, what I see is him trying his hardest to keep control. His fists were being held in tight balls at his sides, eyebrows furrowed downward with a sneer marking his face.

Ikki didn’t say another word but in the blink of an eye his lips were on my forehead. I never knew a kiss on the forehead could feel so rough, I thought they were all soft and sweet. As he pulled away from my face I felt leftover residue from what I can assume is some kind of lipgloss. I tried to process what had just happened in just a quick couple of minutes, but was cut short. Ikki’s cold hands were pulled away from me; I was pretty thankful that he let go.

When I focused my vision back on Ikki though, he was instead being pulled back by an aggressive-looking Kent. Ikki looked like a kid caught doing something they weren’t supposed to, upset over the fact they got caught but still proud of their actions. Kent had grabbed the back of their suit, almost unbuttoning the front in the strength he used to pull him off me.

“Ooooh, Ken’s a big, strong protector now!” Ikki continued to laugh even through the position he’s in. His laughing only got louder and louder as Kent’s silence grew heavier and heavier.

“Get out, Ikkyu.” Kent seemingly reluctantly let go of Ikki’s clothing. Ikki scoffed and patted his clothing down, trying to smooth out any wrinkles Kent may have put in them.

“Fiiiine, but can I come back next time they’re here?” He looks at Kent like a lost puppy, giving them the puppy-dog eyes. It doesn’t faze Kent one bit though, his glare only gets sharper.

“Get. Out.” Kent starts walking towards Ikki, his footsteps much louder than usual. Ikki takes this as his actual sign to leave, not looking forward to getting his pretty little face hurt. He made small but quick steps to the door, closing it quietly behind him.

I am once again left alone with Kent, the air much more tense than before. His teeth are clenched together, his hand held tightly in his hair. His eyes look glossed over with something, he always makes it difficult to understand exactly how he’s feeling. Well, that being said, I don’t think he really knows how he’s feeling most of the time.

“Kent…” I called out his name softly and he looked up at me, his expression morphing as if he’s made a plan. His body leaned forward as he started making his way towards me. I don’t flinch or back away, but I’m worried about how worked up he is. Kent’s arms reach out toward my waist, placing his hands steadily on my sides. He looked like an aggressive version of embarrassed and defeated. His eyes showed how lost he felt with his emotions, he still feels new to having such a burst of emotion.

“If he can touch you like that then that means I can do even more! I’m your boyfriend so it’s only natural!” His tone was slightly scary, he seemed like he wanted to prove a point to himself. Kent seemed to be contemplating something, hovering around me but his eyes stayed confused. I barely had enough time to process what was happening when his lips crashed into mine. This kiss was anything but soft and caring, his lips felt rough against mine as he moved his hands along my sides. He moved from my sides to my back, pulling me to be flush against him.

This was such a quick jump from our original position, the closest I’d been to him was a hug. No matter how much I could take advantage and enjoy this, I know this isn’t him in his right mind. I tried to pull away from the kiss, but he used his height to just push his face towards me more. Once he recognized that I was trying to pull away, his grip on my body got tighter. Each movement he made was dripping in desperation, I can’t figure out what exactly for though.

“K-Kent, no-” I try to make out a sentence while Kent continues to smother me. It’s hard to not get carried away in the kiss, it was messy but to the point. He may not have much experience but he does have a goal, and I know how determined he can be.

Surprisingly, Kent stopped at my words. He pulled his face away from mine and continued to tightly hold my body against his. His gaze continued on me, his eyes never leaving mine. His expression was something of a hurt animal, his eyes looked like he was in a desperate sort of pain. They were glazed over and wet, looking as if he was about to cry.

“Why? Do you not like it…?” His voice was dejected, trailing off at the end. “Would you prefer it if Ikkyu was doing it instead?” As Ikki’s name rolled out of his mouth, his tone got sharper again. His sad and lost expression turned into an angry display of accusation.

“It’s always him, he always gets what he wants. Why can’t I have just one thing?” Kent continues to talk about Ikki, refusing to give me a chance to talk. I’ve seen him be sad and upset before, but never to this extent. I never thought I would have to see him cry, but a tear rolls down and collects on his chin. He still hasn’t let his grip loosen on me, he stares into my eyes while I’m left with so much to say but stuck speechless.

“Please, lie to me. Tell me I’m wrong, let me be selfish.” His voice shakes as he pleads with me, it’s like he’s trying to be angry but just can’t force himself anymore. He’s lost his accusational tone and instead gone back to words doused in desperation. His body was stiff against mine, so little movement you could mistake him for dead.

“I won’t lie to you, but you are wrong…” I know exactly what I want to say but I don’t know how to put it into words. I always knew that Kent is one to overthink things, but I never thought it was to this unhealthy of an extent.

“I stopped you because I care. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret later just because you felt overwhelmed by your emotions.” I speak calmly, hoping to calm Kent down a bit. I see his lip quiver slightly, it must’ve been so hard for him to bottle up his emotions. No wonder he’s reacting how he is, this must have been eating him away inside for awhile.

“But I’ve always wanted to do this, I just finally got the confidence!” He tries to refute what I said, tightening his grip on the fabric of my clothing. He looks angry again, clearly not believing what I said.

“That doesn’t mean it’s the right time, Kent.” I pause to think, what could I say next? I feel like he’ll find a way to twist my words into something against him no matter what. “I love you, not Ikki. I’d enjoy being more physical with you, but not when you’re so emotionally vulnerable.” I grab one of his hands gripping onto my back, he understands and lessens his grip on me. I lift his hand up and away from my body, but up to my face. I lean my face against his already cupped hand, trying to calm him so he can better understand what I’m meaning.

Kent’s thumb moved across my cheek, feeling his silk glove glide across my skin. I didn’t have time to say anything else before he wrapped his arms around me, this time bringing his head down to rest on my shoulder. The embrace was soft and needy, leaning some of his weight on me.

“I’m sorry…” Kent apologized dejectedly, still obviously unhappy with my answer. “I hate how easily it comes to Ikkyu, I wish I could be like him.” His words are muffled as he speaks into the fabric on my shoulder.

“You don’t need to be like him, you’re cute in your own way.” I bring my hand up to cup his head, ruffling his hair slightly. “That’s why I chose you, Kent.” His grip on me got a little tighter, burying his head into the nape of my neck a little deeper.

“Can we stay like this for a little while?” He asks, still muffled by my clothing. I didn’t think I’d get to see such a soft side of Kent today, but I’m glad I did. He’s always had a hard time expressing his emotional problems, next time we can work on it in a less aggressive way.

“Of course, Kent.” I tried speaking with the softest tone I could, just wanting him to feel calm and comfortable. We could stay like this for a while, no one ever came in here; and that’s what we did. After a few minutes we moved to the couch, leaning against each other.

We stayed like that for quite a long time, until dark actually. I hope me and Kent can have more moments of vulnerability like this, he needs someone to help him mediate his overwhelming emotions. He was never taught how to deal with them, so he kept them in and ignored them. He must’ve felt like there was something wrong with him, his parents act like human textbooks. I just want to be here for him, no matter what.

[jesncin]

A comic about Clark Kent, Lois Lane, and typos.

[thoughtkick]

Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.

Tyler Kent White

[secretidentie]

Since Bruce is a celebrity everyone assumes his PR team runs his socials but since he's a cluster of paranoia he refuses to let anyone else do it. That means when he randomly tweets something out of pocket he has the perfect excuse.

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BRUCE WAYNE TWEETS : "Had a meeting with share holders today and I finally understand why red hood had a bag of severed heads" AND FOLLOWS IT UP WITH "I'd like to apologize on behalf of my social media manager for my last tweet" BUT STILL DOESN'T TAKE IT DOWN.

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Clark, trying to be nonchalant : hey I wanted to ask about your post from yesterday.

[a picture of Alfred's cooking posted on IG with the caption "dinner almost looks as delicious as @thesupermanofsteel 🤤"]

Bruce *sweating bullets under the cowl and pretending to work *: oh I haven't seen what my team posted yet.

Clark *immediately burning the bouquet he brought to confess his feelings before Bruce sees* : oh, okay

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At a gala

Lex Luther: so I saw your last tiktok

[video of the Waynes on vacation captioned "with the wind in my hair and my kids by my side, @lexluther can't relate"]

Bruce in full Brucie mode : you know how it is with media managers, lexy. I mean yours just posted a whole Twitter rant saying I had work done and then deleted it an hour later HAha, can you believe it!

Lex who can definitely believe it because he wrote that rant himself at 2am :........ Umh...... I'll have to see who's responsible for that.

[ghostbsuter]

Those were quite the news to hear.

To think that the Duo of Jon and Damian would grow into a Trio...

He wondered how the girl did it, Elle Nightingale, she must have fit right in.

To say Clark and Bruce weren't surprised would be a lie when those two boys brought in their new third companion and proceeded to roughhouse Robin-Superboy style with her.

And she seemed to retaliate just as hard.

Both fathers wondered if she was the child of a former colleague or another vigilante, that or she was a meta/alien.

So when they went to Central City to meet Elle's parent and let the kids have their fun— well.

They didn't expect a young adult– barely out of the teenage years— greeting them with a grin in a hoodie.

"Sup."

And down the rabbit hole they went.

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Over the weeks of meet ups, Clark and Bruce have gathered around 4 different kind of responses to their questions of Elle's other parent/relationship with elle.

It went like this:

("Brother? Aww, you flatter me. I'm her dad, actually.")

("Hm? Elle's other parent? She doesn't have one.")

(A shrug. "I decided I wanted to have a kid. Elle is the result.")

("Plasmius has always been a moron. Elle! On his next weekend, rob him broke!" To which he got an enthusiastic nod from said girl.)

They've gathered;

1. Danny and Elle weren't meta-humans. Instead, at least, half something/alien.

2. Whoever Plasmius is, he was involved.

3. The boys know. Elle seemed to have shared some of her past with them, and they're holding onto the promise of safekeeping and secrecy.

[logicallyblind]

you don’t understand l. i need batman to be weirdly good with babies. i mean, objectively when in a group of people the one dressed in an entirely military level reinforced fighting suit with a bat cowl should objectively be the last peroson someone should hand a baby to and yet. batman was the only one in an entire unit of 17 people who could calm the hysteric infant while waiting for child services to arrive on the scene and take the responsibility off the bat.

but it keeps happening. any incident which involveds a child in any form it is sent batmans way if the means allow it. and batman just,, let’s it happen. you’re not going to see him complaining in participating an experience like that was prior, inheritely one that one would be saved for couples only but,,, idk batman just chilling with a small army of toddlers and infants who fear no god so why would they fear the man that just emits safety and care yk?

the adults in the room are both terrified and impressed by their gaul lmfaoo

[frownyalfred]

Lois finding out Bruce's secret identity and using/abusing his expertise on crime and weird combat shit to ask him questions for background on random pieces she's assigned to.

"Hey hotshot. Quick question. Hypothetically, can you, or can you not, die from a punch to the throat."

"Hello, Lois. Nice to hear from you again."

"No, I don't think you heard me. Throat punching. Is that a thing?"

"A thing?"

"Can someone die if you punch them hard enough in the throat? Google says maybe."

"Looking it up on Google. That's a new low for you, isn't it?"

"The new low for me was thinking you'd take this conversation seriously. I need a yes or no answer, Bruce."

"..."

"I can hear you typing. Are you Googling it now?"

"Give me some parameters."

"I don't know, hard? If you punched them hard enough, could they die?"

"There would be some edema present, subsequent to blunt force trauma. Shortness of breath. Other delayed sequelae."

"So no?"

"Maybe."

"What if I punched them really really hard? Would it be instantaneous then?"

"Lois, I'm getting the impression this isn't much of a hypothetical anymore."

"Completely unrelated follow up question: can you break someone's neck if you punch them hard enough?"

"Lois."

"I just need a yes or no on this one. Promise."

"Lois."

"I'm not asking if you've ever done it, I'm asking if it's possible."

"...What does Google say?"

"To suck my dick, I'm on deadline."

"That new AI is testy."

"Are you going to be like this every time I call you?"

"Like this?"

"Yes or no answer, Bruce. Five seconds. I know you're holding it back. You're dying to tell me."

"I'm dying to tell you something you can Google?"

(five minutes later, Bruce's phone buzzes with a screenshot of a text conversation between Lois and a very confused Clark whose only response was "...I think so??? ask B")

Lois: final chance, yes or no

Bruce: Running to Clark is a choice.

Lois: oh god, you text with periods too?

Bruce: Yes.

Lois: yes throat punching or yes you text with periods?

Lois: Bruce

Lois: BRUCE

[acid-ixx]

a loving family, an unpalatable desire

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

a/n: would anyone hear me out if i ever wrote romantic yan! bruce (ft. platonic yan! batfam AND romantic yan clark kent alongside the superfam ofc) with a neglected spouse reader... because uhm, i've been thinking about it lately just yk... so anyways PLSPLSPLS send in asks about this, ive been thinking about it so much lately.

imagine wanting to raise a family so badly with a man who adopts problem children as a side hustle. you're not some invasive spouse, you've always been good, always been loving, so... so accepting, never questioned where or how he picked them up from the side of the streets, never once complaining about the hickeys on his neck or the once neat tussles of his hair now tangled accompanying lipstick stains on his white suit.

you love your children, you tell yourself all the time. you love them, you love bruce— even if he doesn't love you. you said it in your vows, despite it being scripted, despite your family finally sighing in relief in the sidelines at finally being able to sell you off to one of the wealthiest man in the world, rather than being wasting off under their care— your vows are real.

you wanted someone to love you, unconditionally, so viscerally eternal that it eats you up.

really, all you wanted was to play that fantasy life of trophy house spouses. all you wished for was a loving, healthy relationship. the american dream: the picture perfect family frames, your husband kissing you on the cheek as he leaves for work, your children bickering at the dining room, with the scent of homemade meals wafting about the vicinity. all you wanted was the warmth in your chest to flicker like candlelights. all you dreamed about was that domestic life, an escape from the abusive household you were raised in.

yet the manor is too cold, too unforgiving for a soul such as yours.

the longer you stay inside claustrophobic, yet oh-so large hallways, the quicker you drown in a neverending pool of self-hatred.

but you're not allowed to show them your sufferings. they've been through much worse, you tell yourself. they've suffered more, and as what good spouses do, as what you're taught, you stay silent, enabling them to turn you into their own emotional punching bag.

you only allow yourself to cry at the dead of the night, under the sheets of your too-cold blanket and your too-hot pillows. when the manor is filled with deathly silence and a looming sense of dread and ill fitting thoughts of ifs and when they'll come back in one piece, will you grant yourself temporary respite; worry for a family who never even called you their parent.

yet you've always been so considerate. despite the pang in your chest every time bruce flirts with anymore potential love interest at a gala, you chose to instead monitor your chaotic children, who have always never bat an eye on you despite you always gazing lovingly at them.

you know of their interests, they don't know yours, yet you still give them extravagant gifts on their birthdays, with tired, yet glinting eyes, and a silent excuse to return to your room; one separate from bruce.

you know of bruce's hardships, but you don't push too hard, don't force him to talk, only provide him your silence and an offer to serve him dinner; all the time he refuses without looking at you. you give him comfort only if he ever allows you, only if he allows his walls to crumble— but not even his spouse can amount to a warm, crackling fireplace. to him, you're probably only a matchstick under the deadbeat glaze of the snow in a winter night.

maybe that's why you're such a ghost in the manor, stalking through the hallways, looking out for any of your children in case they come across you with any injuries. maybe that's why eventually your resolve weakened.

and maybe the absence of familial love led you to find comfort in another man's arm.

''til death do us part,' is such a tragic saying in your case, because you know it in your fragile heart that bruce's love for you was never alive in the first place. and yet you allow him to play you like a fiddle, allow him to slowly allow you to slip away from his nonexistent grasp.

and now, you're a stand-in parent for clark's son, jon, after the tragic loss of his wife. now, your world seems a lot less bleaker, as you play the fantasy of a loving house spouse, fully abandoning the life you left behind, a life you've never been gifted with until now. you want to feel guilty, you want to feel absolutely terrible but the heartache of neglect has become too much and all you do was allow clark to warm you up each night, kissing away your tears and spooning your deep-seated anxieties away.

you don't let the past eat you up, not when the present is too perfect, too freeing, too delusionally beautiful.

your son, jon provides you every joy a parent could have. parent's day gifts, heartfelt letters at every nook and cranny of your shared bedroom with clark— even reading him bedtime stories, allowing him to sleep in your lap after he slowly nods off, with clark knocking softly on polished wooden doors, greeting you with a loving kiss on the lips and a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand—

it's everything a parent wants, needs even.

and you're everything clark, and especially jon wants, needs in their life.

so it's such a stupid mistake, really. a slip of the tongue, a too-enthusiastic smile, incredibly bright, shining eyes. it's not jon's fault, you still love him either way. but it's an error still— one a complicated matter at hand, so dreadful for you, that jon accidentally, all-too-suddenly, mentions you as his parent to damian.

a loving, wonderful parent, he says, with a picture of you in his wallet shoved right in front of his friend's face.

[fandomfuntimem]

Dp x Dc

Clark got an invite to visit is cousin Maddie in Amity park! He always enjoys visiting them. Its a wild time, Maddie's kids are nice, and he gets to be the coolest cousin in the world. Impressing his little cousins with tricks that could only be explained by magic (he has litteraly crushed a rock to dust to make is "disapear").

But when he arrives this time, maybe bringing a few friends with him (i imagine the main group is Bruce, Clark, Lous, and maybe Damian, Tim, Conner, and Jon), the Town is chaos. Rouge government agents running around, magic undead creatures wreaking Havoc, and a young superhero barely holding it together. Even worse, Maddie and her husband seem so wrapped up in their work that they don't even notice their kids half the time! AND WHY DOES DANNY FORGET TO BREATH????!?!?!?!?!?

[frappegoddess]

I originally said this in a reblog but, picture this

Bruce Wayne gets invited by BuzzFeed to read thirst tweets. They are all from his Justice League coworkers.

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Bruce, in a completely monotonous voice: @Superman says: I wanna suck Bruce Wayne's soul out through his dick and spit it back in his face.

Bruce, with a completely straight face: Poetic

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Cue the batkids watching this video after its been uploaded and gone viral on Twitter: Remember when Uncle Supes wrote that tweet about you when he was stoned off his ass??

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Said video was further used as blackmail by Tim, Jason and Steph. Duke couldn't look him in the eye for a week straight. Damian is yet to understand why the kids at school keep making jokes about his dad.

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The Justice League will never live it down

[nytephox]

Oooooo the fandoms this could work on seem endless. 🤣

[blueboybot]

Danny, The Hunter And The Kryptonian

Danny accidentally finds himself in the middle of a fight between Lobo and Superman and is not pleased at all. He had assignments due and these two idiots decided that a royal rumble was just the thing he needed at 4 a.m.

So he may have said a few unsavory words towards them which resulted in them halting completely and listening to him in shock.

Now they both think a child from their species survived and has been hiding here on earth because Danny was unaware he gained omnilingualism.

[murmeloni]

I need more fanboy Clark Kent in my life.

Like, he's seen Bruce Wayne interact with a child once and immediately fell in love with the guy. Now his bedroom walls are plastered with posters and he follows several social media accounts focused on capturing pictures of Bruce with kids and/or animals etc. He defends Bruce to anyone, no matter the antics he gets up to and it has become a bit of a running gag around the office.

Then, one day, Cat is out sick and someone jokingly suggests Clark should cover the gala in her stead, seeing as Bruce Wayne will be there and maybe this'll be Clark's shot to finally get his man? To everyone's surprise, Perry really does assign the gala coverage to Clark, who spends the days leading up to the event in a state somewhere between absolute panic and ultimate bliss.

But when the day finally arrives, Bruce doesn't show.

Of course Clark does his job and interviews everyone there (yes, even Lex Luthor) but a part of him spends all night waiting for Bruce to crash the party late, like he so often does.

Eventually, Clark gives up hope and it's shortly after that, that he stumbles upon one of the children dragged along to the event by their parents. Because apparently someone thought a charity gala was a good environment for an eight year old. The parents are nowhere in sight and the child is close to tears, so Clark makes it his mission to cheer the little girl up, regaling her with stories from his upbringing on a Kansas farm while he searches the crowd for her family.

With Clark thus occupied, he doesn't notice Bruce Wayne finally making his appearance for the night. But Bruce definitely notices him. The gentle giant who's all kind smiles and corny jokes... Until he finds the girl's parents. Uncaring of the fact that he's here on a job and that these people are richer than any one person should be and could easily sue him into oblivion, he takes them aside, fire in his eyes, and tears them a new one for losing track of their kid like this. Anything could have happened to her and maybe the readers of the Daily Planet would like to know about that? After all, how reliable and trustworthy could a company whose CEOs won't even look after their own daughter really be?

Bruce is immediately smitten. The passive-aggressive lecture and subtle threats - not to mention the broad shoulders and handsome face - are incredibly attractive to him and he wastes no time cornering the man afterwards.

Clark, who is so starstruck by the mere sight of Bruce coming towards him that he loses the ability to speak, nearly faints when Bruce just straight up shoves his tongue into his mouth. They end up in one of the coat rooms and Clark thinks that's it, just a one night stand. It sucks that he won't see Bruce again, but the night was amazing and at least he has the memory to treasure, right?

He thinks that right up until he gets to work the next day and two dozen red roses are waiting for him on his desk. There's a handwritten card nestled inbetween the petals and on it is the name of a restaurant along with a date and time. It's signed by Bruce.

And that is how Clark gets together with his celebrity crush.

[walkingencyclopediaofweirdmayo]

Batman is so quiet that he even startles Superman. Clark always jumps and exasperatedly yells at Bruce, "Stop doing that!"

It honestly kind of terrifies the rest of the league that Batman can get the jump on a man with super senses.

One Day Flash asks about it, if Superman has any idea how Batman always manages to sneak up on him.

Clark sheepishly has to explain that he knows Batman’s there, but he doesn't want to hurt his feelings. It wouldn't be nice, so he pretends to be surprised.

[chatonfils]

Starting off by saying I hate “mom Danny” bc it tends to be p transphobic and misgendering, so if anyone adds it to my post I’m blocking them.

Tim making his Kon clone baby, but the cloning chamber isn’t stable enough for the fetus. He’s desperately trying anything that he think might work, when he comes across Phantom. Phantom who has experience with stabilizing clones.

Danny had heard whispers through the grapevine (Ellie who’d joined the Teen Titans as Phantasm) that there was someone attempting to make clones. He’d only meant to snoop and see if it was a Vlad situation. If any clones had been made and needed liberating. What he found was a newly minted Red Robin crying over a red blinking message on a cloning chamber. He warbled a quiet “please, Kon, I don’t want to live without you.”

Danny quickly realizing this wasn’t an attempt to replace and destroy, but actually someone grieving, in probably an unhealthy way, but who was Danny to judge, he’d once replaced Sam and Tucker with robots for less. So he decided to help Red Robin out. Sure, he hadn’t dealt with kryptonian dna before, but he was at least 89% sure halfa dna was way more complicated. And Red Robin had already figured out ways around the dna shenanigans, it was just the stability that wasn’t going well. Honestly, he didn’t think it would be as easy as an ecto dejecto like it had been for Ellie. But his parents had a lot of inventions that they’d started making to help out ghosts, once they’d realized Danny was Phantom. Maybe telling Red Robin about ghost IVF wasn’t his most thought through plan.

“I think what might help is an incubator.” Phantom had suggested.

Tim could only gesture at the cloning chambers that had failed him thus far. They were essentially huge incubators.

Phantom awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “I meant, like, a living incubator. Like a surrogate.”

“Where am I going to find someone that I not only trust to carry the baby, but also would volunteer?” Tim raised an eyebrow at him. Hell, had Tim had the equipment to do so, he would have carried the baby, everything else be damned. He just didn’t want to be alone anymore.

Phantom blushed green and looked away. “It might take a little tinkering with the embryos to work with the physiology, but…. I could carry the baby for you. I mean, I’m trans, and even if I wasn’t, ghosts are kind of malleable in a reproductive sense. And there are options for IVF in ghost science. And like, my own clone is like my little sister. I’m also a protection spirit, so I would protect the baby with my entire afterlife. And I’m kind of rambling so you should say something before I embarrass myself.”

“You would be willing to carry a baby for me?” Tim was shell shocked by the offer.

“I mean, yeah. You’re a good guy. You’re not cloning him for a malicious reason. You’re just trying to bring back a piece of your friend because you love and miss him. Dedication that strong for someone who has left the living plain, is admirable. You realized early on that you wouldn’t be able to increase the speed in which the clone grew. You’ve been trying despite knowing that this clone will be a baby that’s going to be your child, and not just the friend you lost. And I wouldn’t mind giving up my body for a little bit so you can make your family.”

Tim certainly hadn’t meant to surge forward and kiss Phantom. “Thank you.” Tim pulled Phantom into a fierce hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

It took about a month for them to work out the kinks of making the baby safe for Danny’s body. In this time, Danny showing Red Robin his human form, and Tim revealing his own identity. It felt kind of wrong to keep his name from someone he intended to get pregnant with his child. Tim and Danny got close as they worked together on the baby. And there may have been a few more kisses shared between them. In the end, the baby ended up spliced with mostly Kon’s dna, some of Tim’s (to stabilize the kryptonian dna), and some of Danny’s (to keep the baby safe in the womb).

Once Danny was well and truly pregnant, he encouraged Tim to find Bruce. “I’ll keep the baby safe. You find your dad. If you need me for anything, I’m only a call away.” Tim hadn’t forgotten about Bruce, he’d just never thought it would take so long to set up cloning Kon. So much of his hurt and loneliness had fallen away in Danny’s presence, and Danny had let him hyper focus on making their baby.

“Probably terrible timing, but I’ve got to ask,” Tim swallowed nervously. “Be my boyfriend?”

Danny’s lopsided smile, thawed Tim’s nerves. “I think I could work with that. I hope you don’t mind kids though, I’m kind of pregnant.”

Tim huffed a laugh. “I’ll keep in touch while I’m away. Please keep me updated on the baby.”

Danny pulled him into a proper kiss, “I will.”

I’m mostly imagining Tim getting bump update photos and falling in love with his increasingly pregnant boyfriend, while he finds Bruce.

I’m also imagining after Bruce is back, Tim being like, “anyways gtg, my boyfriend is in his third trimester and I don’t want to miss the birth of our baby.” And peacing out before any bats could react, let alone stop him.

And also maybe when Kon comes back, there’s maybe a poly relationship started.

Also thinking about Tim getting Danny pregnant without the science.

Danny gets Dad, Tim gets Papa, and if Kon joins, he gets Poppy.

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I fully believe that yj98 doesn’t tell ANYONE about their missions anymore.

they probably did in the past with their early ones, but after the 7th lie detector test, and 3rd time they had to get Jon and/or Wonder Woman’s lasso involved to prove they were telling the truth, they just stopped.

After you’ve heard one mission people usually think they’re lying and stop asking questions. All YJ have to say is ‘it was a Classic yj mission, do you really want to hear about it?’ and all other inquiries would be dropped. YJ themselves won’t bring it up, and you won’t believe them anyways, so what’s the point?

So you won’t believe what this leads to when Damian and Jon after being curious for a while, decided to answer “yes, we do wanna know” to them

now YJ has to deal with two teens and the justice league, who finally decides to look at them (and what they’ve done) for the first time…