#superboy drabble

[superbat-love]

Batman: I’m taking you off the mission, Superboy.

Superboy: What? No! You can’t do that-

Batman: I’m the strategic leader of the Justice League, and if I say you’re out, you’re out. It’s too dangerous. Go back to Metropolis.

Superboy: I’m staying!

Batman: Do not make me repeat myself.

Superboy: You can’t make me go home! You’re not my dad!

Batman: [glares at him, then walks out of the room]

Superboy: Ugh, I knew he’s gonna get Superman involved.

Batman: [walks back into the room alone]

Superboy:

Batman: I’ve obtained clearance. Now go home, Superboy.

Superboy: Clearance? Did Dad…

Batman: [raises his hand, revealing a wedding band] I married Superman. I am your dad now. Go home.

Superboy: Nooooo!!!

[tsundereho]

Kon: you get me

Benard: and I get you

Kon and Benard: together, there's really nothing we can't do

Camera zoom onto Tim who's passed on the couch after being awake for 2 days

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

Y! Young Justice (the og) x villain! reader

You twist, defiant even now, and they feel it—their adversary, their ghost, the one who slipped from their grasp with a laugh on the wind, now held tight. Tonight, the uncatchable is caught, and their silent victory thrums like a heartbeat in the air around you.

Kaldur’s water binds hold fast, yet there’s a strange gentleness as he looks at you, eyes deep as the sea he commands. His grip is sure but reverent, each ripple around your wrists a silent hymn to the dance you’ve led him through, chase after chase, like a lover drawn to shore by the moon. His eyes are an ocean, quiet and unfathomable, but tonight there’s no mistaking the longing within them—a soft, undulating desire to hold what he’s finally claimed.

Wally stands close, not taunting but transfixed, his smirk softer than usual, as though he’s taken his place beside you at last. You’ve always been the thrill, the pulse in his veins, the rush of the wind at his back. The quicksilver desire he’s buried comes to the surface, flickering like light itself as he watches you now. There’s something poetic in his gaze, like a line of verse held just for you, words spinning in the silence as his fingers twitch, yearning to trace every inch of the face he’s only seen in blurs of speed.

Robin moves with precision, binding you with a care that’s more art than security. His eyes linger on every knot, every inch of skin beneath his gloved fingers, crafting his hold as if sculpting something sacred, every tie a testament to the chase that brought you to this point. He’s not simply holding you down; he’s committing you to memory, carving his mark into every second. The vigilante has become a poet, each knot in his rope a line in the unspoken sonnet he’s woven around you.

Conner watches with an intensity that goes beyond duty, his protective instincts woven with the depth of a soul that’s finally found something worth holding. His admiration is fierce, a silent ode to the strength you’ve shown against him time and again. The quiet in his gaze is the chorus he’s always sung for you—a promise etched in steel, a love wrapped in the strength he wields, silent but unbreakable. He’d turn worlds to dust before letting you slip away again.

Above, M’gann floats with a gentle, boundless reverence, her empathy a quiet lullaby echoing through your mind. There’s a depth to her gaze, a wish to hold you safe, to shield you from every shadow. Her presence wraps around you, the warmth of a song without words, each glance a silent lyric, a promise she wants to whisper only for you. Her thoughts spill over, her devotion filling every corner of your mind like a quiet symphony, promising to keep you safe, her heart’s song bound to you.

And Artemis, fierce and unwavering, watches from the edge, her gaze sharper than any arrow she’s ever shot. The smirk that once mocked you has softened into something reverent. She’s a huntress who’s caught her elusive prey, but there’s no more need for the chase. She wants to keep you close, to pull you into her orbit as if you were a star meant to be drawn to her. Her pride for you is fierce, unbending; her eyes drink you in like an anthem she’s claimed for herself.

Each of them stands close, a circle drawn tight, their poetry woven around you, their gazes fierce and unbreakable. You’re no longer simply their rival—you’re a muse, their song, the obsession they’ve crafted verse by verse in their minds. They’ve turned the chase into a masterpiece, and now, their poem is complete: you’re here, captured by verses only they can write, bound to them in a love that echoes like a heartbeat.

(A/n: when will I make a real story? I think never)

[alex-num-17566]

Every time I hear about Tim's missing spleen and all the complications that arise from it, I just...seriously? Why does he just walk around without it?

I mean, this is the same guy who tried to clone Kon 99 times. I'm sure he has at least some idea how to grow a spleen.

Please, someone, anyone, acknowledge Tim "I tried to master human-alien DNA manipulation as a highschool dropout" Drake would absolutely perform open chest surgery on himself to keep the embarrassment of losing an organ from the rest of the Bats.

[invincibledc]

“Brother Figure?”

Platonic! Connor Kent x GN!reader

Summary: the team starts to see how Conner acts around one of the youngest members. When people try to ask the young member why the super like them. There wasn’t an answer until now.

Note||Y/N is the same age as Robin, 13.

Genre: fluff

“Hey Y/N?” Wally says, walking up to the small teen who is trying to watch tv. “What Wally, better make it quick. SpongeBob just defeated Patrick.” The teen says looking at the tv with a full focus.

“Right..listen pip squeak, I just wanna ask something.” Now the teen’s attention was on the red head speedster. “Spit it.”

“Why does Connor like you? Not like in a mean way. It’s just it seems like he likes you out of most of us, but I never seen you two even interact fully?” Wally questions as he sits on the couch by the confused child.

“He likes me?” Wally dropped his jaw. “You haven’t noticed?! He literally makes sure you get feed first, shower first, sleep first. He’s like..your brother!”

-FLASHBACK-

Y/N was having trouble reaching something, trying to jump for it. They sighed and go to get on the counter to grab the object. Connor enters the kitchen, seeing the small teen. He instantly knew what was happening as he lifts the teen by their waist.

“Thanks man.” Connor huffs in a “no problem” tone. Y/N smiled and walked off holding the marshmallow cereal.

-ANOTHER FLASH BACK-

Y/N was tired after fighting some villain. Yawning left and right, they denied others asking if they were tired. But Connor saw right through the small teen.

The teen had low eyes and slight red eyes of drowsiness. Connor immediately glared at Y/N who sensed the intense gaze. Turning around, they froze seeing the super clone staring as if Y/N had said the wrong word around him.

But Connor only lifted Y/N like a baby. “You’re tired. You’re going to sleep until your eyes and body are well rested.” Y/N pouted as they tried to protest. But the other teammates didn’t dare to say or do anything. As the two teens looked like siblings.

“Oooh… Guess he is kinda like my brother figure..” Wally facepalms at the realization the small teen came upon on. “Yeah…so how did you do it?” Y/N shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe because I’m cooler than you?” Y/N smirked at the offended face of Wally.

“Very funny twerp.” Wally then puts Y/N into a headlock, making Y/N yell out in shock. Connor magically appears with a protective gaze. “Let them go.” He says sternly.

Wally felt his heart drop as he immediately let the small teen go. Connor looks at Y/N softly. “Are you okay?” Y/N nodded. “Yeah I’m alright, thanks brother.” Connor smiled warmly before leaving the room. “Ha! My brother figure is a super who can beat your butt!” Y/N then leaves the living room to a slight annoyed speedster.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

Wb!reader is the type of nerd girl to wear superhero panties of her favorite supes, like cute little Wonder Woman panties or Flash ones. Conner caught you wearing Superman panties to sleep; he’s stealing them the next day. You found cute Invincible panties and wanted to show them off to Mark. Yeah, they're getting ripped off you. (Thank you for your time)

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

There is a weight in this heart of mine (and it leaves space for nothing else)

and I will do the best I can, with the little that I know - series masterlist here

pairing: tim drake x reader (gn) x conner kent (no use of y/n)

length: 1.5k

genre: fluff, comfort

warnings: plot lol, intrigue suspense, not a lot don't get too excited, anyway sometimes there are things in the past that you don't want to drag up, and the people you love just get it

a/n: yippie a fic sdfghjkl;

"Is he asleep?" Kon's voice, quiet in a hushed sort of way, still feels a bit too loud in the apartment. The movie on the television is turned down so low that it's almost silent, and there's only the constant, dull rumble of the city outside to really fill the space.

"Yea," you respond in your own whisper, eyeing the way that Tim sits slumped over against the arm of the couch, his shoulders rising and falling in gentle breaths. 

"Should we wake him up? That can't be comfortable," Kon prompts, concern tugging at his features as you glance at him fondly. 

"No, let him sleep - god knows he doesn't get enough. If he's still out by the time the movie's over, we can wake him," you say softly, reaching to tug the blanket ever so gently across Tim's lap. You think that's it - that's the end of this, and you wait for a hushed silence to wrap back around you as you focus your attention back on the television. But Kon's staring at you still, and it makes you glance at him with fond confusion.

"What?"

"I'm just wondering, is all," he muses quietly. You cock your head to the side.

"Anything you want to share with the class?"

"…I don't think I'm the one who has something to share," he says cautiously, and you narrow your eyes at him.

"Who does, then?" you counter, and Kon trails his fingers up and down your arm where he has his own slung across the back of the couch in a soothing sort of way.

"I'm just saying," he begins carefully, like he knows that he's stepping into something unsure - like he knows that this is something different. "That… if something was bothering you, you could tell us. And maybe we could help you."

"There's nothing I need help with," you say with a frown, a bit caught off guard by it all - caught unawares by the feeling of being backed into a corner in the comfort of your own home.

"I know you don't need help, babe," Kon snorts, earns a gentle shush from you as Tim mumbles in his sleep and buries himself further under the blanket. "But you can still… You can want things you don't need. You can say yes to things you don't need."

"No, I - I know that," you say with a sigh, squeezing Kon's thigh gently in what you hope is a comforting sort of gesture, although you're not sure which one of you it's really supposed to be for. "I mean, I don't… there's nothing going on. There's nothing right now to help with. I don't know what you think's happening."

"I don't think anything," he insists, raising his hands up in surrender. "You just… I dunno, you seem like something's been on your mind lately."

"I've just been busy," you counter.

"Right, with S.T.A.R. Labs," he says dryly. You sigh.

"Kon…"

"I know, I know," he begins. "I just… I don't like the idea of them poking and prodding at you like that."

"There's really not a lot of either. It's just scans and tests and… it's just science," you explain, a tired subject that the two of you have circled time and time again. "That's what S.T.A.R. Labs does. They figure out metas like me - and you. It's all voluntary."

"I just… don't want anything bad to happen to you," Kon says, a gentleness in his voice that makes you soften.

"Bad things are always going to happen. But not there - and not here. Ok?" He hums at your words, a reluctant sort of agreement as the credits of whatever film you'd had on begin to roll across the television screen. You blink at the sight, glance over toward Tim's still-sleeping figure.

"We should take him to bed," you murmur, and Kon pats your thigh reassuringly before standing up. 

"I got him," he says. It's incredible, you think, how much gentleness he's able to put into those hands of his. It's a wonder, you believe, that he has it in him despite the anger that he was grown with.

You go ahead," you offer quietly. "I'll… I'm gonna clean up out here first. I'll come to bed later." He sort of doesn't believe you - you know he doesn't, you can see it in the hesitant turn of his body. But Tim murmurs something in his sleep, tilting his head further into Kon's shoulder, and the weight he's currently carrying wins out against the weight that he's trying to make space for. 

You suppose, in the silence of your home after the two of them disappear down the hallway, that that's the way it always goes.

It's several hours later that Tim slides open the balcony door quietly and narrows his eyes at the way you sit lazily on the bench out there.

"You never came to bed," he says pointedly, a gentle sort of accusation in his tone. You stiffen as if it were much more hateful than it really is.

"I'm just not tired, Timmy. You should still be asleep."

"Well, I fell asleep on the couch like an 80-year-old, so I'm kinda wired now," he points out, sitting next to you and settling in. 

"And Kon?" you ask.

"Snoring," he offers. You can't help but roll your eyes at that, affection making its home in your ribcage at the thought. Somewhere beneath the two of you, a couple wanders down the sidewalk and their laughter floats up in the breeze toward your balcony. Tim's watching you, you know, eyeing you in a way that makes you want ot shift and hide away. But you stay steady - sturdy under the weight of it, under the decision not to buckle.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he offers finally, an olive branch of sorts. You fix him with a look.

"About what?"

"Whatever it is you've been so worried about lately." There's nothing firm in his voice, no push or demand. It's just love, soft and constant and steady. You sniff indignantly.

"I don't know why you two think there's something going on. I'm not keeping any secrets," you insist, digging your heels in. Tim's eyes narrow just a bit.

"I didn't say you were," he says, and it feels a bit like getting caught in a web. "But if you are… You don't have to." You look away from him, then, as if you could run away from it all somehow - as if you could untangle yourself from the love that you now call home. Tim sits patiently through it all, his arm slung over the back of the bench as he stares out at the sprawling streets of Metropolis below.

"Do you think, um…" you trail off, biting the inside of your cheek as you stumble over it all.

"Sometimes, yea," he offers. Your scathing look does nothing but make him laugh.

"Do you think people can change?" you blurt out, and his laughter dies down as he glances at you, concern flitting over his features. 

"Sometimes," he says hesitantly.

"You're lying," you call out instantly. He stays quiet for a minute, his lips pressed together as he looks up toward the empty sky, the stars blocked out by the shining lights of the city.

"Not really," he admits. "I sort of think we're stuck with whatever we came into this world as. A lot of us try to run away from it, I guess. But you can't… I don't know," Tim trails off, and the hardened look that passes over his face reminds you, in a guilty sort of way, of the face that Batman always wears when he feels the weight of the world.

"Yea," you agree in a murmur, something dull and weighty settling in your chest, taking root in your heart. "I guess none of us really get away from it in the end." Tim looks at you, then - a startled sort of guilt making itself known in his expression. 

"Love, I -"

"It's ok -"

No," he says firmly. "I just… whatever this is that you're dragging around, I - you've gotta tell someone. I hope it's us… I want it to be us. But if it's no one, then -" he cuts himself off, then, so painfully aware of when he's pushing too much. Your shoulders bunch as you look away from him, staring out toward the endless sky, instead.

"There's nothing going on that I can't handle," you say firmly.

"Ok," he says gently, a kindness in his voice that you're not sure belongs there. "But when you realize you're wrong… let me know."

"And until then?" you ask quietly. He just shrugs, squeezing his arm around your shoulders.

"Just this," he offers. "Always this." There's a patience in him, you think, that you don't deserve - a love in both of them that feels out of place. But it's constant, steady and reliable as Tim runs his fingers up and down your arm, and you think that maybe, for now, you can believe in promises like always.

[hanasnx]

conner kent and fucking in public (secretly)

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: DC is for December Event!

“Are you sure about this?” CONNER KENT glances over his shoulder warily as you clutch his big hand with both of yours, leading him off further into the campus of your university.

“Are you scared?” you ask coyly, and he visibly steels himself, his chest subtle in puffing out as his expression hardens.

“No.” he responds, curt and incredulous.

You just wanted to show him around, introduce him to your friends, the entrance to your classes, your cafeteria—normal stuff for a tour. As soon as you get to your dorm, you didn’t anticipate a detour into your room to steamily make up for the lack of inappropriate touching today. His grip is everywhere, kneading your ass through your sun dress, grasping your waist to draw you closer to him, sliding up to mess with your hair in a way that creates an unmistakable silhouette to anyone who glances at it. The sound of your roommate interrupts you, and since it’s broad daylight, you smooth down your make-out hair and hit the road with him in tow.

It’s a problem. All the lingering touches and stray looks are getting to you, every gesture heating up your cheeks. You’re sure your Superboy can hear your blood rushing. To cool things down, you bring him to the library, and when you catch him staring at you with that look in his eye you avert yours as quickly as possible.

“When are you gonna let me finish what I started?” His question urges you to hide your face in your hands, but you stay strong. The two of you are far enough away that no one could’ve heard it… and yet you can feel the effect the risk has on your body. You chew on your bottom lip, your fingers fidget with your dress, you can feel his warmth from his body towering over yours sunning you.

The deeper parts of the library bookshelves make for a little hideaway. Tucking yourselves into the darkest corner, you pull him over you by the collar of his leather jacket. His hands steady him clutching onto the edges of the shelves, caging you in while you make quick work of his belt. Just the sound of it alone has your mouth watering. He takes a cautious peer over his shoulder to double check you’re alone, but you pinch his jaw, snapping it back to face you. There’s a twinkle of surprise in his gaze from the motion, melting into the kiss you plant on him while you both clumsily fumble for the skirt of your dress and the hem of his boxers. “Never thought that you’d… want this…” he manages to say in between your lips connecting. There’s nothing you wanna add besides sliding your tongue against his, sighing in content as he hikes up your thigh. The velvety soft head of something warm and familiar noses down your sex, tucking the shaft in your lips to seek out the give.

[thief-of-eggs]

Headcanon that Kon finally works up the nerve to confess his love to Tim- except he messes up and confesses on April Fools day, so after a long pause where Tim’s heart nearly leaves his chest, he just laughs and says “good one”

And while Kon is momentarily confused (and a little crushed), he quickly is reminded of the date by a less than favorable prank pulled by Bart- and instead of explaining things to Tim, he decides to roll with it

It becomes an inside joke between them both. Kon starts saying “love ya” before every mission- and he means it. But Tim just takes it as a joke, and he pretends it doesn’t make his cheeks flush, pretends it doesn’t make his heart race.

The longer it goes on without Tim confessing back, the bolder Kon grows. He is pretty sure Tim likes him back, given he can hear how Tim’s heart races each time he flirts- but he’s still waiting for the proper confession. And what better way to draw it out than by getting flirtier and flirtier?

“Have a good meeting, baby, I hope they don’t keep you from me for too long”

“Hey there hot stuff, is that a batarang in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes look Tim? Because they really are. Brighter than the whole night sky alight with stars.”

Tim goes insane. He can’t show how much the phrases are affecting him, can’t let Kon know it isn’t a joke to him- so he flirts back. Because why on earth would he be normal and just talk about it?

He starts small, and works his way up to bolder statements. Speaking his heart, veiling the words as bits of their joke.

“Hey pretty boy, you gonna join us on this mission or is your head still in the clouds?”

“Calm down Kon, this is a sparring ring, not our bedroom”

“Can I get a kiss for luck babe? You know I always perform better when I’m around you.”

It’s like a game. Of wits, of wills. Everyone watches from a far with their eyebrows raised, watching the gayest friendship they’ve ever seen as the boys both flirt and flirt, a sort of game of chicken that neither seems to know the rules to.

It takes months for things to escalate so much till they’re essentially just dating. Tim doesn’t realize it until they’re sitting curled up on the couch together after a mission, his head on Kon’s shoulder, their legs intertwined under the blanket.

“We’re dating… aren’t we?”

Kon kisses the top of his head. “Took you a while, Mr detective.”

Tim’s face flushes as he rethinks every phrase Kon ever said to him, before winding back to that first fateful confession.

His heart skips a beat as the meaning dawns on him.

“You love me,” he says, less a question more a statement.

“I do,” Kon replies, fighting off a smile.

Tim’s heart races a mile a minute. He pushes away from Kon to look him in his eyes, his ribs feeling too small to contain his growing heart.

“I love you too,” he says, breathless with the confession.

“I know,” Kon answers, his eyes twinkling. Tim wants to punch him- but then Kon is kissing him, and Tim forgets every hostile feeling.

He pushes their combined idiocracy aside and grabs Kon by his shirt, and pulls the super into him.

[axstoria]

Clark meeting Jon for the first time in the hospital, and being absolutely smitten with the life he's created. His little fingers wrap around his own index, and he can feel his heart stop.

Konner flying by the window, his heart breaking a little bit. That baby could have been—should have been—him. He should have been born of love and not of greed.

Kon making sure that his little brother is safe as he parades around Metropolis, lurking just behind as he watches the boy grow into his powers. Whenever a bad guy gets a little too close, who's really watching to see where that laser came from?

He's proud to see the boy grow up so fast, become something he wishes he could have been. He's happy to know that Jonathan is loved and cared for, and he's not being forced to be a hero—he just wants to be one.

And, of course, Jon knows about Kon. He sees him from the corners of his eyes, he's read all the papers about him, and he's forced Damian to hunt out his history for him. Kon is his idol, second only to his father. Their father.

For now, he'll just pretend that he doesn't know about the leather-clad shadow in his vision and carry on with his day. Maybe someday they'll "meet" and he can get to know his brother personally.

[asteraddicted]

Small interaction idea I got for the Supersons (pre-Jon age up; I HATE THAT PART) soooo sorry if this is bad its my first official drabble post (did i use that term correctly???)

Based on this (one part blacked out bc idk how tumblr would take it)

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"Hey, Damian?" Jon spoke up, he and Damian lounging in Damian's room because— no offense to Clark, but Wayne Manor was cooler for sleepovers.

"Yes, Kent?" Damian huffed, focused on sharpening one of his many daggers. Despite the dynamic, the two were undeniable best friends. It was surprising at first, with Damian's blunt, down-to-earth personality with snap backs and insults that would make a grown man cry. Damian Wayne, best friends with a sunny, optimistic, 'blinding everyone with his smile' Jon Kent. But of course, the two didn't start out that way.

"Remember when you practically- no, you DID kidnap me after I accidentally.. killed a cat and a hawk?" Jon mumbled the last part, clearly still ashamed of it. He hadn't told Damian the whole story yet, despite how long it had been. Damian's eyebrows furrowed, and he got a little closer. He remembered those times, back before they were friends.

"Yes, I remember," he replied, his voice still firm as he inquired. "Why are you bringing that up again, Kent?" Damian — despite his almost inhuman abilities, talents, and feats — was still human, and still had the ability to forget things.

"..Nothing! It's just.. the cat. Goldie was her name. It's her deathday today." Jon frowned, having always been one to wear his heart on his sleeve. Jon couldn't help but mistake the sting building up in his eyes as the burning feeling of letting his heat vision go off and MURDER cremate the two innocent creatures on accident. It was only for a second, but Damian could see how Jon panicked in that little moment.

"And? Your point?" He said, his tone a surprisingly a tad bit softer than usual. He didn't really know what Jon was talking about. Really, he did remember kidnapping Jon because he didn't trust him. But to Damian? That was like another regular Tuesday for him.

"..I didn't mean to kill Goldie, or the hawk. I know you know that. But Goldie had escaped her house, and I was chasing her to get her back." Jon began to explain, and he wasn't as cheerful as he usually was. Not as he finally told Damian the full story. Jon couldn't help it. It had been at the very least a few years ago, but the horror Jon had felt that day was something Jon himself never forgot.

"..their bodies were charred and burning. Couldn't tell hawk from cat.. only Goldie's collar remained! I.." Jon had to go quiet to compose himself. His hands were actually shaking. Damian listened to the story. He knew something was wrong with Jon. He was not his usual cheerful, confident self.

Damian looked at Jon, his expression hard to read. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to comfort him. Damian was never good at comfort. He just sat back in silence for a while, processing what Jon had told him. Being from the League of Assassins, death was nothing new to him. Hell, he's killed animals on purpose for mission and training before he was taken to Wayne Manor. Whales and tigers and lions and eagles, on and on. It was a little hard to see from Jon's perspective, but Damian tried.

"..Y'know.. I don't think you remember what you said to me when I woke up after you kidnapped me. Hehe.." Jon let out a chuckle, smiling with his teeth to try and lighten his sadness with humor. "You told me.. 'You are a threat to every living thing on and off this planet.' And Damian, I know this is stupid, but.." Jon curled his knees to his chest, eyes on the blank screen as a movie they were watching played it's end credits.

"..I believed you. In a way.. I still do. I'm scared of myself, Dami." Jon admitted quietly before grinning and wiping his tears.

"But I guess that's pretty dumb, right?" Jon grinned widely. He was half-Kryptonian and his dad was Superman! He shouldn't cry, and he didn't have any reason to! He was growing up, and he should be more in control of his emotions.

Yet Jon had let his mind wander multiple times, whenever he passed by where it happened. It was ironic, but Jon couldn't help but be scared of himself. Yes, himself. He had the powers of Superman — the Man of Steel himself. And he was also a young boy who could be easily tricked and manipulated. Jon was strong and carefree, but he wasn't stupid. At least not all the time. Jon has witnessed some extremely traumatic events in his life. The possibility that he had the power to massacre entire cities — maybe states, countries, or eventually the world? That was something that made Jon want to lock himself up in a kryptonite cage and hide away.

Jon was afraid of his powers and the destruction they could bring. He was immune to fire, but still couldn't stop himself from imagining the burning, mangled, charred bodies of a hawk and a cat each time there was a fire that was large enough.

Damian clenched his jaw. He remembered that day. He remembered telling Jon that he was a threat. Listening to Jon talk about his fear of himself and his own powers made something inside of Damian ache. He didn't like it. Not one bit.

"It's not dumb," he said, his voice softer than usual. Damian didn't know why he was being so soft (he knew exactly why, but he didn't want to admit it. Not yet.). "And you're not a threat, Kent. You're not. You never were. You're the last person who's a threat to anything."

"That's EXACTLY why I'm a threat, Dames! I'm part Kryptonian!.. I'm invincible to most on Earth." Jon exclaimed, sighing. "I can still go rogue! Dad has gone rogue before. I don't.." Jon trailed off.

"Kent. If you think for a second I'd let you go rogue, just know my Father has plenty of Kryptonite stocked away that I would not hesitate to use." Damian narrowed his eyes, but not in an angry way. It was affectionate, though it would be hard to tell from an outsider's perspective. Jon, oddly enough, felt reassured. Reassured that if something goes wrong, that Damian would be there to stop him. He'd always be there to stop him.

"You promise, Dames?" Jon couldn't help but whisper.

"Yes, I promise. Now come on. Didn't you want to show me this movie called 'Legally Blonde' or something?" Damian rolled his eyes, but they still held that tinge of care. That hint of affection that was only reserved for Jon, and wasn't the type that Damian held for his family. No, Damian had a part of his heart specifically reserved for Jon Kent.

"Okay, good. Now come on, let's watch a pretty girl kick legal butt!" Jon grinned, ultimately feeling much better. He was so lucky to have Damian.

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AN: First post, not beta read and written in the dead of night lol. I do not write much. Romantic or platonic? Idk you choose :P

[superbat-love]

Clark: Uh, hi Bruce.

Bruce: Hey.

Damian: Are you two going to stare at each other forever? Because it’s getting awfully cold out here.

Clark: [clears his throat] I brought your son over. I think you left him behind at the zoo.

Bruce: Yes, sorry about that. I have Jon here, I mistook him for Damian. I’ve been meaning to drive him back to Metropolis, but you saved me a trip. Thanks.

Jon: Alfred gave me a huge bowl of chocolate ice-cream, dad! It was sooo good!

Clark: Thanks for looking after Jon. Well Damian, I’m glad to have met you again, even if it wasn’t exactly under ideal circumstances.

Bruce: What did he do?

Damian: Nothing! It was the stupid zookeeper’s fault.

Bruce: Damian…

Damian: The zookeeper’s still alive, okay? The monkey would have been happier here anyway.

Bruce: Damian, I told you to stop bringing home random animals. Don’t think I don’t know about the cow you’ve been hiding in your bedroom.

Jon: You have a cow?

Damian: Yeah! Her name is Bat-Cow. Do you want to meet her?

Jon: Wow, I wanna see her! Can I dad?

Clark: Um, sure, if it’s not a problem for you, Bruce?

Bruce: Go ahead. [Watches Damian pull Jon to his room] God, why did I decide to have kids?

Alfred: You have eight, sir. It’s a little too late to be having regrets now. [turns to Clark] Forgive us for our lack of manners, Mr Kent. Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?

Superbat Family Fics

[tsundereho]

Tim, on the verge of sleep watching young Justice: huband

Kon, watching Tim call superboy his husband: yeah totally platonic

[person-behind-books]

when robin sees that superboy is alive he not only throws himself into kon's arms but also kisses him. in hindsight, it's not something that did either of them good because tim was at that point in time half convinced kon was his imagination and kon had some of his own issues to deal with. still, it happened and in the end they decide to see where this thing between them takes them and start dating. at first kon thinks they'll just be superboy and robin, tim not being able to reveal his identity without outing everyone else and unable to do so without their acceptance, but sometimes tim takes a plane to metropolis and someone makes their way to the kent farm, the library conner works at, some publicity stunt superboy was doing, or just wandering the streets until superboy noticed robin's heartbeat and came. it's always someone different that greets him. sometimes there's a hot blonde guy going by peter with green eyes, othertimes a gorgeous brunette with brown eyes going by jeanette. it's never the same name twice and hair and eye colors have an established roster that kon has yet to figure out but the heartbeat and the voice always stay the same. there's tina with highheels, blue eyes and shoulder lenght black hair. julian with basketball shorts, a brown stubble and piercing green eyes. tim with a loose hoodie and tiered blue eyes covered by a blonde frindge. lena with her coffe and a buzzcut. as far as kon understands is that robin chooses the gender of his disguises randomly each time he makes the trip, depending on the mood is is in that day but it's more guys than girls that he shows up as. for now he'll wait for robin to come to him if he wants to talk about it. it's not like kon never wears skirts. so robin exists to kon with a thousand different names but his heartbeat always stays the same and for now kon can live with it. it is less than he wants out of his relationship with robin but it's more than he expected so for now he can deal.

[ct-cactus]

Superboy AU where the suit is actually a part of Kon. (TW/CW for brief mention of self harm near the end, marked with three ***)

He doesn’t notice it when he’s still in CADMUS, where he’s in a state that’s not really conscious but too alert to labeled asleep- a dissociative in between. He hears the scientists talking, hears the mention of “the suit responds as expected” or “how does he react to this…”

He can’t focus on it when after weeks of experiments and tests and “Look here, Project 13” he’s being rescued (what was there to be rescued from, what’s going on-)

But when things calm down, and he’s brought to the Watchtower’s medbay and someone goes to remove the suit so they can perform a checkup, he flinches away because that hurt*.

All too suddenly he’s aware of being able to feel the suit. It doesn’t feel like a coat, doesn’t feel like a blanket, it feels like him.

He becomes aware of how it aches, how he can feel the AC on him even though he should be covered.

A quick examination just confirms it: his suit is like a second skin.

It’s full of nerves, veins, even a few thin layers of muscle. There’s no bone, but it’s too soft and flexible to be cartilage. It seems weaker than the rest of him, somehow, old bruises able to be seen if you’re looking for them.

***When he’s left alone for the night, legs still strapped to the medical bed because (he’s dangerous and untrustworthy and was made by Luthor) he thrashed around in a panic earlier, he finds a scalpel left on a try at his bedside and runs it across his chest (hard, because even though he’s not Superman he’s damn well close).

He doesn’t know if he cries when blood rises and trails after the scalpel.

He doesn’t know how he feels when weeks later, there’s still a faint scar.

*I’m not 100% sure how it works in the comics, but to me just because you’re near indestructible/invulnerable, that doesn’t mean you can’t feel pain. I’m sure there’d be a higher tolerance to it, but considering Kon would only be a few weeks old/out of the tube at this point, he hasn’t built up that resistance yet.

Also I am well aware that a scalpel would not work on Kon, let alone Clark, but maybe it’s a kryptonite infused scalpel for emergencies.

[ultfreakme]

"I'd burn down the world for you."

Jay laughs. That's an understatement, he cackles, chortles, folds over in his chair and nearly drops his tablet on the tile floor of his office. "What tiktoks are you watching?" he wipes his eyes.

Jon's neck heats. Even after over a year of dating, he keeps finding ways to stick his foot in his mouth. "What!" Jon raises his hands defensively. "I might!"

Jay levels him with a steady look. "You would not, be serious."

"I could," Jon tries again. "Like a little."

"Really convincing me here babe." He returns to his work, tapping away at an email meant for Daily Star, then switching to a secret personal project none of the Supers should know about (sans Jon and Nat).

Jon sits on the large table. Dark wood, covered in printouts, post-its, notes, and candy wrapper, he shuffles them back to make space for himself, not like he can make it worse. "I just wanted to try saying it. It's what everyone says, you know, even if they don't mean it."

Jay picks up his stylus, carefully scanning a document for The Truth. "Again, I don't know what tiktoks you're watching these days- or is it some anime? Are you watching crappy shojo anime?"

Jon grumbles. "I have excellent taste in shojo anime and you'd know if you at least tried to watch Monthly Nozaki-kun with me."

"Fine, fine I'll watch it," says Jay. "Point is, no one actually means it when they say they'd do dramatic and destructive acts of useless violence for someone."

"But they do," Jon insists. "There are people who'd put everything aside if something happens to their boyfriend. And I--I can't."

Setting the tab aside, Jay rolls his chair closer to Jon. "What really brought this on?" He looks up at him, warm, honey brown eyes, sharp with the focus of an interrogation. Jon resists the urge to lean down and cup his face. Where should he begin?

"I wish I could say stuff like that without thinking forever about, like, moral consequences and actual global devastation," says Jon. "Ivy would do it for Harley, and you know Harley would do it back. But I can't even say shit like that without some alert going off somewhere."

He does feel the urge, he felt it a million times with Bendix. The urge to just, end it. It would have been so easy, even if he knew it was wrong. The instincts battled but there was always a clear victor. He's seen The Aerie not give a second thought before dropping people from skyscraper-heights when someone got a hold of Wink. He didn't approve, he never will. But he wonders, sometimes, to let the power flow and not stop it.

He keeps thinking it; 'I'd let everything go to waste to keep you safe. You deserve the world, you deserve everything' to the point he feels sick and helpless with it. He would, but he can't.

"They also end up being apprehended by Batman for trying that shit. Threats of ending-the-world are bad."

"I know but-- just-- I feel like I'm not, fully here with you, for you. You know?" Like they're one side, he can say it all he wants but if things get messy, everyone would expect Superman to leave his boyfriend behind. He hopes to every higher force hearing to never put them in that position, but after Waller and Nia, he worries, he fears. All it takes is one person with a motive.

"I don't expect you to go nuts with your powers for me," Jay says easily, tracing circles on Jon's knee. "I'd actually fight you if you go 'I let the bad thing happen for you', like that's where it ends."

Jon bends down. "But what if I did it to keep you safe?"

"Same thing," Jay turns his chin up, their noses an inch away. "Lois told me once, you aren't just mine to keep. You've got a whole world, it's not just me in it that matters."

Sometimes, it feels like it's just Jay. But he is right, he knows the consequence of letting one person define fate of the world. He's seen it in the version of his father who did let the world burn in the name of his mom. She'd hate it, and so would Jay.

"I'll try my best not to let the world burn down for you?" Jon says.

Jay pecks a kiss on his cheek. "Getting warmer, I am totally seduced and charmed."

Jon places a quick press to his forehead and leans backs, kicking his feet. "So, what would you do?"

Stylus paused over the tablet, Jay watches ahead. "I'm not Superman."

Jon tilts his head and makes a questioning sound.

He chuckles and brings the tablet back to life, circling a sentence for a grammatical error. "I'm not for protecting anything and everything all the time," he says. "I've got to prioritize, and my priorities are based on what I care about."

Jon should probably discourage him and tell him no. No he can't just prioritize. No, he has to care about the rest of the universe too because superheroes, powers, responsibilities.

But it does feel nice to know someone would tear everything apart for him, selfish as it is. He wouldn't even hate Jay for it if he did it.