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☆Summary: Jason Todd goes to the Iceburg Lounge after a rough night of negotiations in Crime Alley. There he spots you, hard to miss as he can't keep his eyes, or hands, away. ☆Tags: smut, fem bodied reader, no use of y/n, stripper!reader, oral (you receiving), piv sex, riding, clit rubbing?, Jason Todd on the bottom, Jason worships you, ☆wc: 1.5k

Ice clinks the bottom of the glass as Jason finishes his whiskey. He sighs as he looks around, the dim lights of the club lets him finally relax a bit, or maybe it's the alcohol. Either way, he starts to take in his surroundings, R&B flooding the speaker of the club, and... an angel.

The royal blue lighting of the club hits your skin at all the right angles. Your hair is framing your face with coils coming down to the front of your face. Every curl and curve on your body sparks even more interest within him. The way you move in your lacy get-up practically has him entranced.

His eyes followed your every movement on that stage. If this was who his staff was hiring, then he needs to drop by more often. Finally, he comes out of his daze when he realises you're walking off stage for the night.

Jason stands from his seat, heading towards the staff room that you vanished into. Inside is just you and another girl who was getting herself ready. While trying to figure out how to come up to you, he glances back at him through her mirror, "Ion care how much you paid the stupid bouncer to get back here, I'm off the clock."

"I didn't pay the bouncer, actually, I-"

"Great, so you're just another loser creep who snuck back here," picking up the rest of your belongings, you barely spare him a glance. "Don't follow me unless you want to get hurt."

With that, you leave through the exit at the back of the dressing room. Stunned by the seriousness of your threat, Jason stood agape in your wake.

Apparently, he has a few bouncers to deal with.

You're open on stage for your first performance of the night. Red glitter covering you to match the maroon lacy set adorning your body. A quick glimpse of the crowd as you swing around the pole lets you see him.

The man from last week, sitting legs spread directly in front of the stage. Dressed in a dark suit that you can't quite see the colour of. A dark drink in one hand and a band in the other. His eyes never leave you, like he's trying to swallow you whole with his gaze alone.

You hesitantly lower to the stage floor to let him put it in the band of your fishnets. Still, the cash almost burns your skin. A man never spends money without wanting something in return.

As the music comes to an end, you saunter to the bar table. Before you make it over, some guy with a smug like holds out his hand to stop you, looking like you crawled out of a frat house. "Where you going pretty? I haven't even told you where my place is yet~ "

Face screwed, you're ready to tell this guy to fuck all the way off. Did people forget to leave strippers alone if they're not on stage? Before you even get the chance to cuss this guy out. You hear a gruff voice from behind.

"How 'bout you fuck off before we have a problem."

You turn to see the man from before. This time, you can see his suit that his suit is a deep red, almost matching your set. Eyes practically cutting through the man in front of you.

"My bad man, nothing wrong with tryna get laid," you can see him tense as he walks off.

"You would think doing a complete re-hire of bouncers would mean better security." A small smirk comes over his face as he goes to take a seat at the bar.

"And how did you fire all the bouncers? I know the manager, and he isn't you" Sitting in the barstool across from him, you nod for your usual. "And you would be right, I'm not him, Jason Todd Iceburg Lounge's new owner." Then it finally clicks, the white tuft of hair at the front and the affinity for red.

"Well, now I feel embarrassed for what I said to you the other night..."

"No need, I love the kind of woman who threatens me~"

The two of you sit there laughing for a few hours. You've both somehow gotten closer to each other since you sat down. Even though you both haven't ordered anything, the bartender still hasn't shot you any dirty looks.

But all fun has to come to an end, the sound of the DJ announcing your name makes you turn to Jason and smile. "Well, that's my cue for my last set."

Still, you linger, almost not wanting to leave.

"I'll wait for you gorgeous."

With that, you get back up on stage. Performing your routine, only this time, a pair of blue eyes never leaves you. Tracking your every move, filled with longing...

Walking through the back of the staff room, you hear the rev of a car. In front of you is Jason on a sleek black motorcycle. Helmet half on with another one in hand.

"Hop on princess, we're going for a ride."

"Now I don't remember telling you where I live."

He chuckles and just gazes at you, "Call it a little getaway."

The ride was quick, with him breaking almost every speed limit in Gotham. Good thing Batman doesn't hand out traffic tickets. Eventually, you stop in front of an apartment complex that doesn't look like it's coming down.

After making your way upstairs, "Ladies first," Jason holds the door open, letting you walk in first. Reds and blacks everywhere, doesn't he like to stay on theme.

Suddenly, the world spins on its axis, and you're now several inches further from the ground than you should be. Jason carries you into his bed and lies you on his black sheets.

He drops in front of you like a man in front of an altar. Pressing his face against your middle, he takes a deep breath, like a man craving air. "Been hoping for this from the moment I saw you up there, angel."

He backs up to pull off your bottoms and get to work. You feel his tongue run straight up your pussy, just suckle on your clit. He groans and presses deeper into you, as if he's trying to fusion with you. He makes a mess of you and him to the point where you're hearing him slurp on your hole.

"Ahhh~ Jason- please keep going."

Your back arches, and you grab onto his hair. Jason groans deep into you because of these, and the vibration pushes you over the edge. Eyes squeezed tight, your limbs are splayed out on the bed, trying to shake off the jello feeling.

Cream dripping out of you doesn't even make it to the bed with Jason playing clean-up duty. When it stops, he starts tugging on your clit to try and get his fill.

"Jason staph," you try to lift your arm to push him off on you. He looks up at you with a shit eating grin, "God forbid a man likes his meal." He licks the area of his mouth and climbs up on the bed until your middles meet.

You didn't notice, but in the middle of it, he dragged down his pants enough to pull out his dick. In one motion, he flips you both over to land you on top of him.

"Take me princess, show me what you can do."

As if something shifts, you ease up and take his dick in your hand. Dragging the head through your slit, teasing you both. You see his face twist, biting his lip to keep in a small groan. His hands trailing up to your waist, he looks at you with such light in his eyes.

After circling your own entrance with his tip, you finally sink down, taking it all in. God, does it feel thicker than it looked; you feel every vein swiping against your walls. Clenching, you lean forward to grab onto his hardened stomach with both hands.

Using it to brace yourself, you slowly lift yourself all the way up until only the tip is left inside, only to slam back down. "Ohh fuck," Jason groans, echoing in the bedroom.

You continue like this, clenching just to hear him groan and whine to the room. Mid-thrust, he pulls you down to crash his lips onto yours. The touch of you on his lips makes you moan deeper into the kiss.

His hand reaches down to start petting your clit, causing you to clamp down on his dick. The night continues, you grinding and clenching around him until both your creams start dripping down his dick, and you collapse on his chest.

Hands around each other, heavy breathing fills the room. You're both out of breath, yet still your giggling fills the room. Peppering your face with kisses, Jason lifts you impossibly closer to his chest, settling into your arms.

Panting, you turn your head to the corner of the room, "Now are you gonna explain the Red Hood mask in the corner?"

☆Notes:

I started writing this before I knew his birthday was today so, Happy Birthday Jason! @uzmacchiato thanks for the dividers :p partly inspired by this post

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STRIP TEASE

☆Summary: Jason Todd goes to the Iceburg Lounge after a rough night of negotiations in Crime Alley. There he spots you, hard to miss as he can't keep his eyes, or hands, away. ☆Tags: smut, fem bodied reader, no use of y/n, stripper!reader, oral (you receiving), piv sex, riding, clit rubbing?, Jason Todd on the bottom, Jason worships you, ☆wc: 1.5k

Ice clinks the bottom of the glass as Jason finishes his whiskey. He sighs as he looks around, the dim lights of the club lets him finally relax a bit, or maybe it's the alcohol. Either way, he starts to take in his surroundings, R&B flooding the speaker of the club, and... an angel.

The royal blue lighting of the club hits your skin at all the right angles. Your hair is framing your face with coils coming down to the front of your face. Every curl and curve on your body sparks even more interest within him. The way you move in your lacy get-up practically has him entranced.

His eyes followed your every movement on that stage. If this was who his staff was hiring, then he needs to drop by more often. Finally, he comes out of his daze when he realises you're walking off stage for the night.

Jason stands from his seat, heading towards the staff room that you vanished into. Inside is just you and another girl who was getting herself ready. While trying to figure out how to come up to you, he glances back at him through her mirror, "Ion care how much you paid the stupid bouncer to get back here, I'm off the clock."

"I didn't pay the bouncer, actually, I-"

"Great, so you're just another loser creep who snuck back here," picking up the rest of your belongings, you barely spare him a glance. "Don't follow me unless you want to get hurt."

With that, you leave through the exit at the back of the dressing room. Stunned by the seriousness of your threat, Jason stood agape in your wake.

Apparently, he has a few bouncers to deal with.

You're open on stage for your first performance of the night. Red glitter covering you to match the maroon lacy set adorning your body. A quick glimpse of the crowd as you swing around the pole lets you see him.

The man from last week, sitting legs spread directly in front of the stage. Dressed in a dark suit that you can't quite see the colour of. A dark drink in one hand and a band in the other. His eyes never leave you, like he's trying to swallow you whole with his gaze alone.

You hesitantly lower to the stage floor to let him put it in the band of your fishnets. Still, the cash almost burns your skin. A man never spends money without wanting something in return.

As the music comes to an end, you saunter to the bar table. Before you make it over, some guy with a smug like holds out his hand to stop you, looking like you crawled out of a frat house. "Where you going pretty? I haven't even told you where my place is yet~ "

Face screwed, you're ready to tell this guy to fuck all the way off. Did people forget to leave strippers alone if they're not on stage? Before you even get the chance to cuss this guy out. You hear a gruff voice from behind.

"How 'bout you fuck off before we have a problem."

You turn to see the man from before. This time, you can see his suit that his suit is a deep red, almost matching your set. Eyes practically cutting through the man in front of you.

"My bad man, nothing wrong with tryna get laid," you can see him tense as he walks off.

"You would think doing a complete re-hire of bouncers would mean better security." A small smirk comes over his face as he goes to take a seat at the bar.

"And how did you fire all the bouncers? I know the manager, and he isn't you" Sitting in the barstool across from him, you nod for your usual. "And you would be right, I'm not him, Jason Todd Iceburg Lounge's new owner." Then it finally clicks, the white tuft of hair at the front and the affinity for red.

"Well, now I feel embarrassed for what I said to you the other night..."

"No need, I love the kind of woman who threatens me~"

The two of you sit there laughing for a few hours. You've both somehow gotten closer to each other since you sat down. Even though you both haven't ordered anything, the bartender still hasn't shot you any dirty looks.

But all fun has to come to an end, the sound of the DJ announcing your name makes you turn to Jason and smile. "Well, that's my cue for my last set."

Still, you linger, almost not wanting to leave.

"I'll wait for you gorgeous."

With that, you get back up on stage. Performing your routine, only this time, a pair of blue eyes never leaves you. Tracking your every move, filled with longing...

Walking through the back of the staff room, you hear the rev of a car. In front of you is Jason on a sleek black motorcycle. Helmet half on with another one in hand.

"Hop on princess, we're going for a ride."

"Now I don't remember telling you where I live."

He chuckles and just gazes at you, "Call it a little getaway."

The ride was quick, with him breaking almost every speed limit in Gotham. Good thing Batman doesn't hand out traffic tickets. Eventually, you stop in front of an apartment complex that doesn't look like it's coming down.

After making your way upstairs, "Ladies first," Jason holds the door open, letting you walk in first. Reds and blacks everywhere, doesn't he like to stay on theme.

Suddenly, the world spins on its axis, and you're now several inches further from the ground than you should be. Jason carries you into his bed and lies you on his black sheets.

He drops in front of you like a man in front of an altar. Pressing his face against your middle, he takes a deep breath, like a man craving air. "Been hoping for this from the moment I saw you up there, angel."

He backs up to pull off your bottoms and get to work. You feel his tongue run straight up your pussy, just suckle on your clit. He groans and presses deeper into you, as if he's trying to fusion with you. He makes a mess of you and him to the point where you're hearing him slurp on your hole.

"Ahhh~ Jason- please keep going."

Your back arches, and you grab onto his hair. Jason groans deep into you because of these, and the vibration pushes you over the edge. Eyes squeezed tight, your limbs are splayed out on the bed, trying to shake off the jello feeling.

Cream dripping out of you doesn't even make it to the bed with Jason playing clean-up duty. When it stops, he starts tugging on your clit to try and get his fill.

"Jason staph," you try to lift your arm to push him off on you. He looks up at you with a shit eating grin, "God forbid a man likes his meal." He licks the area of his mouth and climbs up on the bed until your middles meet.

You didn't notice, but in the middle of it, he dragged down his pants enough to pull out his dick. In one motion, he flips you both over to land you on top of him.

"Take me princess, show me what you can do."

As if something shifts, you ease up and take his dick in your hand. Dragging the head through your slit, teasing you both. You see his face twist, biting his lip to keep in a small groan. His hands trailing up to your waist, he looks at you with such light in his eyes.

After circling your own entrance with his tip, you finally sink down, taking it all in. God, does it feel thicker than it looked; you feel every vein swiping against your walls. Clenching, you lean forward to grab onto his hardened stomach with both hands.

Using it to brace yourself, you slowly lift yourself all the way up until only the tip is left inside, only to slam back down. "Ohh fuck," Jason groans, echoing in the bedroom.

You continue like this, clenching just to hear him groan and whine to the room. Mid-thrust, he pulls you down to crash his lips onto yours. The touch of you on his lips makes you moan deeper into the kiss.

His hand reaches down to start petting your clit, causing you to clamp down on his dick. The night continues, you grinding and clenching around him until both your creams start dripping down his dick, and you collapse on his chest.

Hands around each other, heavy breathing fills the room. You're both out of breath, yet still your giggling fills the room. Peppering your face with kisses, Jason lifts you impossibly closer to his chest, settling into your arms.

Panting, you turn your head to the corner of the room, "Now are you gonna explain the Red Hood mask in the corner?"

☆Notes:

I started writing this before I knew his birthday was today so, Happy Birthday Jason! @uzmacchiato thanks for the dividers :p partly inspired by this post

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Tim: i don’t like that Damian’s a doctor now. he’s unprofessional about it.

Dick: Damian graduated top of his class, you need to stop being bitter. come on, he’s waiting for us and you need to get that concussion checked out.

Tim: *groan*

~later~

Damian: hmmm…

Damian: *shining a flashlight in Tim’s eyes* ok look left… and now right…?

Tim: *sigh*

Damian: *clicks flashlight off* alright.

Tim: so?

Damian, solemnly: you have aids.

Tim, turning to Dick incredulously: SEE-

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IDIOTS MADLY IN LOVE

☆Summary: Bruce and Clark finally realise who each other are. aka Identity porn

☆tags: identity porn, a lil suggestive

☆wc: 1.6k

LEX LUTHOR PUBLICLY DENOUNCES INTEREST IN SUPERMAN HAREM by Cat Grant

Clark sighs at Cat's newest article. The populace thinks that he has some secret harem in the Fortress of Solutide, but in reality, he only wants one man.

Batman.

The intimidating and ever-brooding man who claims he never needs help. (Although he's heard and seen him break multiple bones.)

Clark comes out of his pink glazed thoughts of Batman as he continues his article on Bruce Wayne's new philanthropy of the week. A generous donation for his most recent charity foundation, which was gathered through a charity ball.

In Clark's head, the man didn't even know what charity the funds were for. Bruce just loved any excuse to get drunk and dance on bartops. He's putting on a good-person show to the public while doing it. If Lex Luthor is anything to go by, he's secretly pocketing those funds for himself. Of course, that's just his own working (failing) theory.

"Kent! Head out of the clouds, you've got an assignment." Perry yells as he comes out of his, barely looks up for his papers. "Wayne's gala is tonight, and he sent out a personal invite."

"But I never sent in a request", Clark's face slightly twisted; his memory is perfect, so he knows that he didn't forget.

"The invite came straight from the man himself, and since he owns the paper, I'm sending you regardless." And with that, Perry turned and walked back into the office.

Ignoring the pointed looks from the other employees in the nearby cubicles, especially Lois', Clark turns his eyes back to the said billionaire's article. Dreading the night that's to come.

"Master Bruce, the tie's not going to get much straighter." Bruce looks over to where Alfred is standing through the mirror. Giving a soft grunt, he continues to fuss over every inch of the suit.

Tonight, or in a few hours, was his charity fundraiser, where everyone who was someone in Gothom was going to be. Reporters who line the floors asking him every question about his latest scandal or recent ward instead of the actual reason for the gala.

The pages were only concerned about Brucie's escapades. Still, he did what he does for the good of Gotham. As they say, the best work is underappreciated.

"He wants to look good for his boyfriend, of course." Bruce spins to face the door to his bedroom, to see Dick leaning on the door frame..

"We're not romantically involved." Bruce shoots out curtly. He doesn't need his son getting into his failing love life. He just thinks Clark Kent is a great journalist and good man... and a handsome man, a sexy man.

No, Bruce isn't going to go down that thought train right now.

Ignoring his son, he heads down to the main floor of the manor. Checking everything over in his, he's interrupted by the sight of the rest of his children in the lounging area having a presentation o...

WHY CLARK KENT SHOULD BE THEIR STEP-DAD ???

"And for vacations, we would relish in the animals and serenity of farm-life in Smallville, Kansas", Damain explains as he's stalking back and forth in front of the rest of the family, viewing from various parts of the couch.

"Do none of you have better things to be doing?" Bruce raises an eyebrow, seeing Tim, Cass, and Jason watching the presentation with different degrees of interest.

"Master Duke is resting for his upcoming morning route, and the other have completed their respective duties."

"Thank you for that, Alfred." Bruce sees the man slightly smile before backing away from the area.

"Father, I'm simply stating why Kent is your best romantic choice given your other endeavours."

"Clark Kent is definitely cleaner than your past partners," Tim turns his laptop screen around to show what looks like a report on Kent's history. "He grew up in Smallville with his adoptive parents, Martha and Jonathan Kent, graduated high school and went to College in Metropolis and now works as a journalist for the Daily Planet."

"No criminal history, regularly volunteers and most of his articles focus on exposing businesses' criminal practices, especially Lex Luthor's."

"Yes, I'm aware of what Kent does; that's why I invited him to the gala tonight." Bruce walks to the front, already calling his car around to the front. "I think this is a shit show waiting to happen." Jason's smirk grows as he watches everything. Cass gives him a pointed look, "What? I just want to be here to see when it does."

"Mr. Wayne" "Mr. Wayne over here"

Dozens of reporters from pages that didn't get a pass are outside trying to get something out of Bruce Wayne, who showed up 'fashionably late' to his own event.

Clark excused his way up the entrance and stood patiently as the guard scrutinised his reporter's pass. While waiting at the entrance, Clark feels a pair of eyes on him, slightly turning, he sees... Bruce Wayne. The moment they lock eyes, Bruce winks and smiles brightly, walking in to greet the party.

The inside was brimming with people, investors, socialites and other business personnel. Clark, however, only had one person of interest in mine.

"Mr. Bruce Wayne, it's a pleasure to meet you and thank you for inviting me." He started, watching the people Bruce was conversing with walk away.

"No need to thank me, the sight of you alone makes up for it~" Blushing, Clark rummages for his interview points. "Mr. Wayne, are you aware that Martha's Star Child Foundation has not made any progress over the last few months?"

It's quick, but Clark sees the small drop in his smile, but oddly enough, his eyes light up more."Of course, I'm aware, Lucius doesn't run everything, you know," he chuckles to cover up his slight shift in behaviour.

"Yes, the expansion of the facilities has taken some time despite the funding, because W.E. has struggled to outsource the construction contract."

"Why not use your own people for it? "

"Because W.E. has an interest in supporting others and spending the money around." He leans in closer to Clark's ear, "Just like when I bought the Daily Planet, can't have the Gazette be the only paper though yours is my favourite."

Clark steps back and raises a brow, "I'm assuming you won't want me to include that part." Smiling that signature 32 look once more, "I'm glad we see eye to eye on that."

As Clark runs through all the points he needs for an article on the event, as he's about to join the other reporters attending the event, he feels a soft touch on his arm.

"Would you be interested in an exclusive, Mr.Kent?" Perry would kill him if he found out he denied an exclusive with Wayne... is what he tells himself as to why he follows behind Bruce. Truthfully, he was charmed, he went threw the interview with a sort of spark he's never seen Bruce Wayne exhibit before.

He keeps up with Bruce, following him through the twisting turns of the venue halls to what looks to be a guest room. As soon as the door closes behind them, Bruce fists Clark's tie and pulls his lips toward his.

Bruce places his hand on the back of Clark's head, deepening the kiss. They stumbled across the room until Clark's legs hit the foot of the bed. Bruce pushes him backwards until he's sitting on top of Clark's lap.

Clark hesitantly puts his hands on Bruce's sides and looks up to check if that's ok; instead, he sees a familiar face. Bruce looks stoic and tense. As if he's...

"You're Superman," As he says it, he reaches for his glasses only to see them fallen beside him. He's stunned but recognises that deep grumble of a voice.

It's him, the man he's been pinning over all these years, he's "Batman, you're Bruce Wayne." "The one and only," Bruce or rather Batman, says as he climbs off his lap. Brows furrowed he just stares at Clark, still on the bed, flustered.

He had Batman on his lap. Oh Rao, his pants can't get tighter than this. Barely gathering himself together, he goes, "Does this mean the Brucie Wayne alcoholic thing is an act?"

"Of course it is no one would think a drunk party goer billionaire would dress up as a bat in his spare time."

"Right." He barely believes it himself; he's seen the guy think of contingency plans after contingency plans. Yet there it is right in front of him.

"You didn't know who I was before you followed me up here?" Saunering back over to the bed, the scrutiny evident in his voice. "No, did you?" "No, I was just interested in Clark Kent's work..."

"You seemed to be a bit more than interested." Clark humoured, trying to ease the awkwardness in the air. "And here I was thinking Batman won't like me back."

Eyes on the large curtained window, Bruce playing with his cuff links, "He always was." Short, curt, quiet, but Clark heard it nonetheless, and Bruce knew he would. "Then why didn't you ever say anything?"

Eyes soft but intense, Bruce turns to him, "Why didn't you?" Silence floods through the room as they both take in the situation and the past few years.

"What happens now?" Clark breaks the quietness, sitting up with a wistful look on his face, focused on Bruce's.

"We can discuss dates and other plans moving forward after I do this."

"After you do what-" Clark gets cut off by Bruce's lips once again on his. 'I guess we can talk later, ' Clark thinks, hand trailing down Bruce's back, pulling himself deeper into the kiss.

Bonus:

Jason: You think Bruce figured it out

Tim: At this point in the night, I hope he did

Damian: I'll prepare my luggage for our farm trip

So this is my first time writing anything intended to be posted. I hope you found it worth reading and yeah. baiii

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IDIOTS MADLY IN LOVE

☆Summary: Bruce and Clark finally realise who each other are. aka Identity porn

☆tags: identity porn, a lil suggestive

☆wc: 1.6k

LEX LUTHOR PUBLICLY DENOUNCES INTEREST IN SUPERMAN HAREM by Cat Grant

Clark sighs at Cat's newest article. The populace thinks that he has some secret harem in the Fortress of Solutide, but in reality, he only wants one man.

Batman.

The intimidating and ever-brooding man who claims he never needs help. (Although he's heard and seen him break multiple bones.)

Clark comes out of his pink glazed thoughts of Batman as he continues his article on Bruce Wayne's new philanthropy of the week. A generous donation for his most recent charity foundation, which was gathered through a charity ball.

In Clark's head, the man didn't even know what charity the funds were for. Bruce just loved any excuse to get drunk and dance on bartops. He's putting on a good-person show to the public while doing it. If Lex Luthor is anything to go by, he's secretly pocketing those funds for himself. Of course, that's just his own working (failing) theory.

"Kent! Head out of the clouds, you've got an assignment." Perry yells as he comes out of his, barely looks up for his papers. "Wayne's gala is tonight, and he sent out a personal invite."

"But I never sent in a request", Clark's face slightly twisted; his memory is perfect, so he knows that he didn't forget.

"The invite came straight from the man himself, and since he owns the paper, I'm sending you regardless." And with that, Perry turned and walked back into the office.

Ignoring the pointed looks from the other employees in the nearby cubicles, especially Lois', Clark turns his eyes back to the said billionaire's article. Dreading the night that's to come.

"Master Bruce, the tie's not going to get much straighter." Bruce looks over to where Alfred is standing through the mirror. Giving a soft grunt, he continues to fuss over every inch of the suit.

Tonight, or in a few hours, was his charity fundraiser, where everyone who was someone in Gothom was going to be. Reporters who line the floors asking him every question about his latest scandal or recent ward instead of the actual reason for the gala.

The pages were only concerned about Brucie's escapades. Still, he did what he does for the good of Gotham. As they say, the best work is underappreciated.

"He wants to look good for his boyfriend, of course." Bruce spins to face the door to his bedroom, to see Dick leaning on the door frame..

"We're not romantically involved." Bruce shoots out curtly. He doesn't need his son getting into his failing love life. He just thinks Clark Kent is a great journalist and good man... and a handsome man, a sexy man.

No, Bruce isn't going to go down that thought train right now.

Ignoring his son, he heads down to the main floor of the manor. Checking everything over in his, he's interrupted by the sight of the rest of his children in the lounging area having a presentation o...

WHY CLARK KENT SHOULD BE THEIR STEP-DAD ???

"And for vacations, we would relish in the animals and serenity of farm-life in Smallville, Kansas", Damain explains as he's stalking back and forth in front of the rest of the family, viewing from various parts of the couch.

"Do none of you have better things to be doing?" Bruce raises an eyebrow, seeing Tim, Cass, and Jason watching the presentation with different degrees of interest.

"Master Duke is resting for his upcoming morning route, and the other have completed their respective duties."

"Thank you for that, Alfred." Bruce sees the man slightly smile before backing away from the area.

"Father, I'm simply stating why Kent is your best romantic choice given your other endeavours."

"Clark Kent is definitely cleaner than your past partners," Tim turns his laptop screen around to show what looks like a report on Kent's history. "He grew up in Smallville with his adoptive parents, Martha and Jonathan Kent, graduated high school and went to College in Metropolis and now works as a journalist for the Daily Planet."

"No criminal history, regularly volunteers and most of his articles focus on exposing businesses' criminal practices, especially Lex Luthor's."

"Yes, I'm aware of what Kent does; that's why I invited him to the gala tonight." Bruce walks to the front, already calling his car around to the front. "I think this is a shit show waiting to happen." Jason's smirk grows as he watches everything. Cass gives him a pointed look, "What? I just want to be here to see when it does."

"Mr. Wayne" "Mr. Wayne over here"

Dozens of reporters from pages that didn't get a pass are outside trying to get something out of Bruce Wayne, who showed up 'fashionably late' to his own event.

Clark excused his way up the entrance and stood patiently as the guard scrutinised his reporter's pass. While waiting at the entrance, Clark feels a pair of eyes on him, slightly turning, he sees... Bruce Wayne. The moment they lock eyes, Bruce winks and smiles brightly, walking in to greet the party.

The inside was brimming with people, investors, socialites and other business personnel. Clark, however, only had one person of interest in mine.

"Mr. Bruce Wayne, it's a pleasure to meet you and thank you for inviting me." He started, watching the people Bruce was conversing with walk away.

"No need to thank me, the sight of you alone makes up for it~" Blushing, Clark rummages for his interview points. "Mr. Wayne, are you aware that Martha's Star Child Foundation has not made any progress over the last few months?"

It's quick, but Clark sees the small drop in his smile, but oddly enough, his eyes light up more."Of course, I'm aware, Lucius doesn't run everything, you know," he chuckles to cover up his slight shift in behaviour.

"Yes, the expansion of the facilities has taken some time despite the funding, because W.E. has struggled to outsource the construction contract."

"Why not use your own people for it? "

"Because W.E. has an interest in supporting others and spending the money around." He leans in closer to Clark's ear, "Just like when I bought the Daily Planet, can't have the Gazette be the only paper though yours is my favourite."

Clark steps back and raises a brow, "I'm assuming you won't want me to include that part." Smiling that signature 32 look once more, "I'm glad we see eye to eye on that."

As Clark runs through all the points he needs for an article on the event, as he's about to join the other reporters attending the event, he feels a soft touch on his arm.

"Would you be interested in an exclusive, Mr.Kent?" Perry would kill him if he found out he denied an exclusive with Wayne... is what he tells himself as to why he follows behind Bruce. Truthfully, he was charmed, he went threw the interview with a sort of spark he's never seen Bruce Wayne exhibit before.

He keeps up with Bruce, following him through the twisting turns of the venue halls to what looks to be a guest room. As soon as the door closes behind them, Bruce fists Clark's tie and pulls his lips toward his.

Bruce places his hand on the back of Clark's head, deepening the kiss. They stumbled across the room until Clark's legs hit the foot of the bed. Bruce pushes him backwards until he's sitting on top of Clark's lap.

Clark hesitantly puts his hands on Bruce's sides and looks up to check if that's ok; instead, he sees a familiar face. Bruce looks stoic and tense. As if he's...

"You're Superman," As he says it, he reaches for his glasses only to see them fallen beside him. He's stunned but recognises that deep grumble of a voice.

It's him, the man he's been pinning over all these years, he's "Batman, you're Bruce Wayne." "The one and only," Bruce or rather Batman, says as he climbs off his lap. Brows furrowed he just stares at Clark, still on the bed, flustered.

He had Batman on his lap. Oh Rao, his pants can't get tighter than this. Barely gathering himself together, he goes, "Does this mean the Brucie Wayne alcoholic thing is an act?"

"Of course it is no one would think a drunk party goer billionaire would dress up as a bat in his spare time."

"Right." He barely believes it himself; he's seen the guy think of contingency plans after contingency plans. Yet there it is right in front of him.

"You didn't know who I was before you followed me up here?" Saunering back over to the bed, the scrutiny evident in his voice. "No, did you?" "No, I was just interested in Clark Kent's work..."

"You seemed to be a bit more than interested." Clark humoured, trying to ease the awkwardness in the air. "And here I was thinking Batman won't like me back."

Eyes on the large curtained window, Bruce playing with his cuff links, "He always was." Short, curt, quiet, but Clark heard it nonetheless, and Bruce knew he would. "Then why didn't you ever say anything?"

Eyes soft but intense, Bruce turns to him, "Why didn't you?" Silence floods through the room as they both take in the situation and the past few years.

"What happens now?" Clark breaks the quietness, sitting up with a wistful look on his face, focused on Bruce's.

"We can discuss dates and other plans moving forward after I do this."

"After you do what-" Clark gets cut off by Bruce's lips once again on his. 'I guess we can talk later, ' Clark thinks, hand trailing down Bruce's back, pulling himself deeper into the kiss.

Bonus:

Jason: You think Bruce figured it out

Tim: At this point in the night, I hope he did

Damian: I'll prepare my luggage for our farm trip

So this is my first time writing anything intended to be posted. I hope you found it worth reading and yeah. baiii

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