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If I was between the two of them, it would be red, blue, and WHITE

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"Unhand me, you troglodyte" is so Damian Wayne Coded same goes for "okay, you cretin" but if we want to go brainrot + chronically online there's always "You look like the human EMBODIMENT of a QUEEF"

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Yknow what?? Hell yeah

PRETTY PLEASE CAN YOU DO WALUIGI IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY TO ME

#54: Batman kissing Waluigi

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Lex Luthor and his 24k gold superbubu

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My hachiware x clark kent agenda lives on !!

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YALL SEE IT TOO RIGHT??

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(Mini draft i made !!)

One of the many headcanons of Baby Dick Grayson I have in my head is that he'd hide under Bruce's desk whenever Bruce brings him to Wayne Enterprises and Dick being a shy Kid would play pretend as Batman under there and say that its his Batcave and one day when bruce wasnt watching he panics thinking he lost dick somewhere in the building again just to find dick playing with his paper batman mask he made from the scattered papers, a sharpie some stapler and rubber bands from the office😭

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Red Hood Rakko

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Maybe I should draw more characters + custom these as keychains...

Supersons x chiikawa (Jon Kent and Damian Wayne)

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Supersons x chiikawa (Jon Kent and Damian Wayne)

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De-aged Jason Todd and his morally-grey parental figures + Dick

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Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Superbat (Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne)

Cw: gay sex.

Wc: 1k (?)

Summary: Bruce Wayne makes an unexpected visit to Smallville to pick up Clark Kent for a JL meeting, only to find him in a tantalizing farm-boy attire, which leads to a steamy encounter in the Kent barn under the guise of "trying on" Clark's cowboy hat.

Bruce Wayne had seen Clark Kent in many situations over the years—as the heroic Superman, as the charming Daily Planet journalist, and as his trusted confidant. But nothing could have prepared him for the sight that awaited him as he drove up to the Kent Farm in Smallville. There was Clark, shirtless, sweat glistening in the sun as he tossed hay into the loft of the barn. The plaid shirt he had been wearing was draped over a nearby fence post, and his tight Wrangler jeans hugged his powerful thighs as he moved with an easy grace that could only be attributed to his Kryptonian heritage.

Bruce had to admit, his boyfriend looked utterly delicious.

He parked the sleek Batmobile at the edge of the property, not wanting to draw too much attention, and made his way over to the barn. The sound of his footsteps on the gravel was the only noise that pierced the tranquil farm air. Clark looked up from his work, a surprised smile spreading across his face when he spotted Bruce.

"Hey, Bruce," Clark called out, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "What brings you to the sticks?"

Bruce leaned against the barn door, his eyes traveling over Clark's muscular form. "JL meeting tonight," he said, his voice a little gruffer than usual. "Need a ride?"

Clark's smile grew mischievous as he climbed down the ladder. "Already gave you one, didn't I?"

Bruce chuckled, his eyes lingering on the way the denim hugged Clark's ass. "Not the one I'm thinking of."

Clark sauntered over, a playful glint in his eye. He picked up the cowboy hat that had been resting on the fence post and placed it on Bruce's head. "You look good in it," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Bruce's spine.

The rule was simple, a joke between them that had started during one of their downtime missions in the rural areas. Whoever wore the cowboy hat was the one in charge, the one to be ridden. And while it was usually just a playful power dynamic, the look in Clark's eyes told Bruce that this time it was anything but.

Without saying a word, Clark turned and leaned back against the fence, his hands gripping the top rung as he bent his knees slightly, offering himself up to Bruce. The sun painted a golden halo around him, his body a tantalizing tableau of rural temptation.

Bruce took a step closer, his heart racing. He reached out and took Clark's hips, the heat from his skin burning through his own clothes. "Is this what you had in mind?"

Clark nodded, his eyes half-lidded with desire. "Yee-haw," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

With a smirk, Bruce hoisted himself up and straddled Clark's thighs, the friction of their bodies making them both gasp. He leaned in, capturing Clark's mouth in a bruising kiss that had them both panting for more.

Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring and teasing, as their kisses grew more heated. Bruce could feel the bulge growing in Clark's jeans, pressing against his own arousal, and he knew that this was going to be a quick ride.

Clark's hands found the hem of Bruce's shirt, tugging it up to reveal his toned abs. His fingertips danced along Bruce's skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Bruce's own hands were busy with the button and zipper of Clark's jeans, desperate to free the cock he knew was waiting for him.

When he finally had Clark's cock in his hand, it was like holding a brand new toy—warm, velvety, and already leaking pre-cum. He stroked it a few times before bringing it to his mouth, savoring the salty taste as he took the tip between his lips.

Clark's head fell back with a moan, his fingers tangling in Bruce's hair. "Fuck, Bruce," he breathed, his voice strained with need.

Bruce took Clark's length deeper into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip before he began to bob his head up and down, sucking hard. Clark's hips rolled into the motion, his body begging for more.

But Bruce had other plans. He stood up, his own jeans feeling too tight, and took Clark's hand. "Let's take this inside," he murmured, leading him into the cool darkness of the barn.

The loft was a soft bed of hay, perfect for what they had in mind. They stripped each other down, the fabric of their clothes rustling as they fell to the floor. Bruce took a moment to admire the beauty of his partner—his broad chest, the dusting of hair that trailed down to his groin, the way his cock bobbed with excitement.

Clark returned the favor, his eyes roving over Bruce's body with the same hunger. "You're so fucking hot," he murmured, reaching out to stroke Bruce's erection.

Bruce pushed him back onto the hay, climbing over him. "Remember the rule," he said, his voice a dark promise. "If I'm wearing your hat..."

Clark nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Then you're the one riding me."

Bruce straddled Clark's waist, aligning their cocks. He reached down and slicked them both with spit before grabbing Clark's hips and pulling him closer.

With a groan, they began to move together, their bodies sliding against each other in a delicious dance of passion. The friction was maddening, sending sparks of pleasure through them both. Bruce could feel the tension building, the heat in his gut coiling tighter and tighter.

"Fuck," Clark grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the pressure building.

"Come for me," Bruce urged, his own orgasm just within reach. "Come like the filthy cowboy you are."

Clark's eyes flew open, meeting Bruce's gaze, and with a final thrust, they both came, their bodies shuddering with the force of their release.

They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath, the scent of sweat and hay mixing with their own musk. Bruce leaned down and kissed Clark softly, feeling the love that always grew stronger after moments like this.

"Thanks for the ride," Clark murmured, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

"Anytime," Bruce said, placing the cowboy hat back on Clark's head. "But next time, maybe I'll save a horse and ride you bareback."

They both laughed, the sound echoing through the barn as they rolled into each other's arms, ready to tackle whatever the world threw at them—together.

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GIGGLING AND KICKING NY FEET

i’m just gonna… leave this here

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Can’t take the Robin out of the boy

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Happy (late) Superman day! Except it’s Superboy 😼

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Backgrounds are so hard but I’m trying to go out of my comfort zone so🤞

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Space And Earth Chat

Bruce: Will you watch when the sun swallows the earth? Clark: Bruce, that's in five billion years Bruce: ... Clark: No Bruce: I would Clark: Morbid Bruce. Bruce: I understand why you wouldn't- Clark: I wouldn't becuase I won't let it happen. Bruce: It's physics Clark, you can't stop it. Clark: I can. Bruce: How? You're going to feed it more hydrogen? Clark: Sure, why not. I am a farmer's son.