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Hi!

I’m Cold (or Coldly either is fine).

I love Superbat and spooky creatures!

I am exercising my writing muscles by talking about my favorite couple! 🦸‍♂️🦇

This is mostly an archive for my writing. All of my reblogs are over at @tired-two if you are interested.

I'm always up for random DC facts and Superbat love! 😉

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Lois got Clark the shirt while they were dating. She said his chest was bigger than hers. He'd laughed it off and never worn it.

Clark had been running short on clean laundry; his washing machine had broken, and his building manager basically ran for the hills anytime he called about repairs.His jobs had been keeping him busy too, with back to back deadlines and rescues. There was no time to get anything done.

So there he was, scrounging around for anything to wear on his day off in a while, before tackling the mess his apartment had become.That was when he found the shirt and the tiniest running shorts in the world. The only clothes that were still clean. He wasn't going outside. He wasn't expecting guests either. No one would see him.It was either wear what he had… or wear nothing at all.

That's how Bruce found him when his meeting in W.E's Metropolis branch ended hours early and he decided to drop in on his long time crush/best friend.

The door opened to Clark, hair disheveled, wearing the tightest outfit Bruce had ever seen him in (barring the Superman suit). And in bright red scrawled font, right across his perfect chest, the words:

“Big tits. Bigger dreams.”

Bruce had to be dreaming. He must have fallen asleep in the car, because this? This wasn't something he thought he'd ever get to see. He sent up silent gratitude. If he really was dreaming, his mind was feeding him the best.

'Bruce!? I wasn't expecting anyone.' Clark shrank back slightly, like he wanted to cover himself.

'My meeting ended early. I sent you a text.'

'My phone....I don't know where I left it.'

Bruce just stood there, not making any move to go inside. All he could see was Clark, the shirt clinging to his chest, the curve of his pecs, broad sculpted shoulders, the lettering arching perfectly across the swell of muscles. Bruce felt dizzy with the amount of chest he was being blessed with. He hadn't even bothered to look lower.

Clark stepped aside waving him in with a lazy arm, which made the hem of his shirt ride up a bit higher.

'You can come in. I was trying to get the place cleaned up. Sorry about the mess.'

Bruce's eyes trailed down slightly to see to his surprise (or delight he wasn't quite sure), Clark was also wearing the tiniest running shorts imaginable. They clung to his thick, muscled thighs like they were a second skin.

Bruce finally moved, feeling proud that he hadn't walked right into the doorframe.

He stepped past with a muttered, ‘Nice shirt.’

He couldn't help it , his brain to mouth connection had completely stuttered somewhere between the words ‘Big tits’ and the plains of Clark's thighs.

Clark looked down at his outfit, a flush creeping up his neck.

'Right..I was running low on clothes. Lois gave it to me as a joke a while back.'

'I'm sure... ' Bruce suddenly felt like he needed to send Lois a gift basket.

'You alright? You seem a bit off…Is it hot outside or something?' Clark asked, glancing over with concern. Bruce was uncharacteristically red in the face.

Bruce's mouth moved before his brain could catch up, again.

'Yes. That sure is hot… Outside.'

'What?'

'I need some water.' Bruce sighed.

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Clark wearing a shirt that says 'Big tits. Bigger dreams.'

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Do you think Bruce knows what the monthly expenses for the manor are? Has he ever seen the electrical bill or the water bill?

I like to think he hasn't seen them, and he doesn't know when they are due. He doesn't even know about auto pay or how to set it up because the thought just never crossed his mind.

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After Jason died, Dick smoked weed sometimes. Not a lot. Not often. Just... when it got bad enough that he needed to.

Nobody really knew. It wasn’t a habit. It wasn’t a problem. It was just... one of the few things that helped a little when nothing else did.

He never told Bruce. Or anyone, for that matter...He just dealt with the feelings, the hurt, in the only way he could. The only way that allowed him to sleep without having to exhaust himself to the point of collapse.

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Hi idk if this is a hot take but I'm reading fics and it came to mind.

Does it have the potential to start a fight? Maybe.

Does it piss me off because I'm a biased little shit? Also maybe.

But:

If you write Bruce Wayne/Batman like you hate him and all he does in your fic is be rude, mean or down right awful to Clark/Superman. You hate Superman too because why are you putting him in a relationship with an abusive asshole who disregards his feelings at every turn? The least you could do is hit him with some character development.

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I have gone insane yet again.

( This is purely self indulgent. If you wanna add to it or use it feel free 😉)

A/B/O Superbat but with unpresented adult Bruce who doesn't know his designation. He smells like nothing (so he wears a fake beta scent in his civilian life).

Then there's Clark, who is Kryptonian and technically smells like a beta, but is actually an alpha.

Maybe during a mission something goes wrong. Bruce ends up being exposed to a substance that triggers his presentation and it turns out he's an Omega.

His first ever heat is happening, whether he's ready or not.

Now, he's stuck with Superman,who is doing his best to stay far away. But Bruce knows this is a fight against instincts that he wasn't prepared to control. Bruce also knows that they filled out the League form relating to "extenuating circumstances" and who they would be comfortable with assisting them should anything ever happen.

Bruce is well aware that Clark is at the top of his list.

"Clark while I'm still in sound mind, I'm letting you know that I consent."

Clark is hesitant, of course. It's Bruce's first heat and he doesn't want him to feel cornered.

"Are you sure? This is your first heat you-"

Bruce's cuts him off.

"I dont care about firsts. But if it had to be anyone I'm glad it's you."

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First Time by Hozier is such a good son g!

I keep thinking about Superbat where Bruce dies and his ghost is watching and reminiscing about his and Clark's relationship up until Clark starts to move on and find love again.

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Times Dick Grayson Realized that Superman was in love with his dad/guardian

Imagine if you will a young Dick Grayson watching Superman, the coolest hero ever flushing and stuttering when trying to talk to Batman.

A handsome reporter showing up at the orphanage he and Bruce are volunteering at and shyly blushing while evading Bruce's amorous advances, toned down of course because “There are children right there Mr.Wayne!”

A Superman with an irritated scowl standing in the Batcave, arguing with an injured Batman about being reckless and needing to call for backup when he needs it. Looking rebuffed and miserable when he's told “I didn’t need your help. I had it handled.”

Downtrodden Clark Kent when Bruce enters the room with a date hanging off his arm but this time, it's Selina Kyle and the kiss is real, the small smiles are real, the whispering is real and Dick is getting real tired of watching him pine.

Then finally the day, after years of watching them both orbiting each other in a nausea inducing will they won’t they dance, Nightwing sitting with Superman on top of the Wayne Enterprises building swinging his feet before saying.

“You should tell him. I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think.” the surprise on Superman's face like he thought after all those years he had been good at hiding his feelings.

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I have this headcanon about the Justice League hanging out and playing DND together when they have some down time.

Clark somehow manages to get Bruce to agree to a one time appearance in a session. Cue Bruce falling in love and proceeding to go all out.

Math, mystery, intrigue, sleuthing, deception, his favorite things and no real people have to be hurt!

Clark is happy that Bruce decides to stick around and is doing his damnedest to start an in game romance with Bruce's character.

Shenanigans ensue!

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I had one thought!

Cross-dressing Superbat.

Someone please ...

Bruce in a skirt, stockings....heels, makeup on looking gorgeous. Doing Clark's makeup so he can be beautiful too.

Please 🥺

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Absolute Batman most definitely tops Absolute Superman cause

LOOK

AT

HIM!

and absolute Superman having the most baby girl face like-

THIS MAN BOTTOMS!

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This is exactly it!

Our absolute unit and his boyfriend who is madly in love

Absolute Superman x Batman

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This is just me, lost in my Superbat fueled fantasy world, but the character designs of Absolute Superman and Absolute Batman have been on my mind.

Now I am probably not making the right size comparison, but absolute batman is like four fridges and Superman is only one.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

If you don't see, let me spell it out.

Absolute Batman's absolutely gigantic hands, around absolute Superman's absolutely teeny tiny waist.

I no longer need to compute words. My brain has simply stopped functioning after that thought because every other thought has been rendered meaningless.