#clark absolutely had unrequited feelings to bruce ...

[mrsevans90]

Double Life

Summary: Charlotte has gone on a few dates with a journalist named Clark Kent and she really feels like she’s falling for him. She has noticed some odd behavior from him every once in a while, but the worst part is not knowing if he’s truly interested in her. Why won’t he make a move? Is he just taking things extremely slow? Are her feelings for him unrequited? She finds the answers to all of her questions in the most embarrassing way imaginable. 

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Clark Kent/Superman x Female Reader Charlotte

Brief mention of Bruce Wayne x Female Reader

Word Count: 5,060 

Warnings: SMUT; masturbation, voyeur, oral (f), oral (m), squirting, cum swallowing, fingering, P in V intercourse, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), dirty talk, rough sex, language.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d

A/N: This story came to me in a dream and I woke up and immediately typed the idea in my notes section of my phone. This is my very FIRST attempt at writing anything on Tumblr so all I ask is please be kind and if you love it then please comment and REPOST! Thank you for reading! 

*CHARLOTTE POV*

I woke up early Saturday morning. It seems impossible to sleep in now that I’ve become so used to being at the office by 8 am every morning. I feel a bit jittery after my date last night and am thankful for the wine that I consumed being the only reason I even was able to fall asleep. I lay in bed as my thoughts run wild. I know I should be getting out of bed and going for a run in an attempt to get rid of this pent-up energy, but glancing towards my bedroom window shows a dreary overcast day with a potential for rain. I toss and turn trying to find a comfortable position while my brain races thinking of last night. A handsome and often quiet man named Clark Kent had taken me on our fifth date. He was absolutely gorgeous, well dressed with his hair combed back, strong jaw with dimpled chin and black framed glasses. His incredible physique and handsome features are only partially what attracts me to him. His generous and mild-mannered personality and intelligence were a huge turn on. The attraction I feel for Clark is more than I ever remember feeling for a man before. My dating life since getting cheated on by my long-term high school boyfriend has been very short lived which I was fine with until now. I feel like I’ve continually held men at arm’s length, settling for a few one-night stands but nothing more in an attempt to spare my heart from more heartache. I realized after our third date that I wanted more with Clark and that he was worth the risk but I honestly am not sure how he feels about me. Yes, he’s continued to ask me on dates; taking me to dinner several times and even to a movie, yet he hasn’t made any more advances other than holding my hand and a cordial peck on the cheek. He walks me to my door after each date and ends our evening with a hug, kiss on the cheek and a goodnight. After our fourth date, I asked him if he’d like to come inside, however, he politely declined. I’m going out of my mind trying to figure out if he’s even interested but I haven’t built up the courage to ask him yet. I doubt I would even get the chance after I essentially stuck my foot in my mouth on the walk home from dinner with him last night. 

*Flashback to last night*

We walked past a storefront near my apartment that was advertising superman shirts for children and I commented how cute they were. I had noticed over the past month, that Clark was very quiet anytime I mentioned the famous Superman around him. Why couldn’t I just take the hint that he was uncomfortable?

“You know, you look an awful lot like Superman. I bet if you dressed as him for your work Halloween party, people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference in you both!” I said with a smile that quickly went away when I noticed him flinch.

Unfortunately, I didn’t stop my nervous rambling there. In my attempt to lighten the mood, I said, “I wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out that you actually are Superman! Ha ha! Do you have a secret identity you’re keeping from me, Clark?” I said with a wink. 

When I looked at Clark he seemed withdrawn and somewhat nervous. 

“No, no. I’m certainly not that interesting.” Clark quickly responded while looking at his feet as we walked into my apartment building.

“I’ve enjoyed tonight but I have to get going. I have, um… I have an early start in the morning attempting to interview people in Gotham City about the latest crime statistics.” Clark told me before I could even invite him inside. He seemed fidgety and awkward as he kept glancing anywhere but at my eyes.

“On a Saturday?” I ask and he quickly nodded while avoiding eye contact with me.

“Good journalism never takes a day off.” He said with an embarrassed smile. 

“I could possibly help. I have Bruce Wayne’s contact information if you’d like it. I’m sure he could be an interesting person to interview for your article.”

“You do? Why? I mean, how do you know him?” He responded with an arched eyebrow as he finally made eye contact with me for the first time in the past few minutes.

“Well, almost two months ago I met him at a charity gala for the Children’s hospital. He came over and spoke to me for a bit before he asked me on a date. It was the day after you asked me if I would go to dinner with you so I politely turned him down. He gave me his business card in case I changed my mind.” I responded quickly. Why does this feel so awkward? I didn’t do anything wrong but I still feel like he’s disappointed.

“I’m sure it’s on my desk in the apartment, if you’d like to come inside?” I ask as a last stitch effort to see if I had completely ruined this date.

“No, no that’s not necessary…Thank you, I appreciate the offer though. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” Clark asked with his typical kiss on the cheek. 

“Oh…okay. Goodnight Clark.”

“Goodnight Charlotte.” He responded before turning and beelining for the exit. 

“Way to go, Char. Could you be any more of a dumbass?” I quietly said to myself as I closed my apartment door and went to get ready for bed.

*Present Day*

As I continue to lay in bed I begin thinking about Clark and think about how large and strong his hand was as he cradled my small one in his while we walked to the restaurant. The veins in his muscular arms, and his strong, sharp jaw. My arousal begins to dampen my panties which I quickly remove and lay back in only my white tank top. Guess this will be the only sexual relief I will be getting for a long time. I thought to myself as I reach for the vibrator in my nightstand and begin pleasuring myself. After only a few minutes, I have kicked off my covers as my body begins to glisten with perspiration, and begin pleading for my orgasm to arrive. My eyes clamped shut, I imagine Clark’s large, strong chest against my own, his arms on either side of my head as he pumps what I can only imagine is a perfect and large cock into my warmth. I imagine his beautiful blue eyes staring into my own as he presses kisses to my body and sucks on my neck.

“Clark! Please, please, please, Clark! Ugh! I need you!” I say verbally as I continue to spur myself on in this filthy fantasy. 

CLARK POV:

Across town I am scrambling some eggs on the stove as I think about last night. Had Charlotte actually figured out my secret? Something the rest of the world seemed oblivious too? Or was she just joking and truly unaware? I had to deny it even though she was absolutely correct. I cringed as I began thinking about Bruce hitting on her. It’s not shocking since she’s possibly the most naturally stunning, intelligent, and interesting woman I have ever met. I believe I made it clear with him on the phone after I came home last night to stay away from my girl. I know she’s not technically mine, or a possession to own, but I have more claim to her heart than Bruce and I won’t allow him to interfere. Before I even realize it, I have squeezed a hand shaped imprint around the flimsy handle of the pan I was using.

“Damnit!” I mutter to myself.

I feel like Charlotte is getting impatient with me. It’s obvious that she wants more but how do I handle a relationship with someone I can’t be fully honest with. I want to tell her, I want her to fully know me but I feel like I can’t. I think back to how Lois was used essentially as bait when we were dating. The paranoia and pressure of being Superman’s personal kryptonite and obvious weakness was too much for both of us. Now, she was happily engaged to an engineer in the city. I’m delighted for her, she deserves true happiness yet I wonder if I’ll ever get to experience the same. I couldn’t stop myself from asking Charlotte on a date. The moment I saw her walking into the office next to me, I was lovestruck. Her long blonde hair, tight but professional dress with heels and most importantly crystal blue eyes. She was independent and driven as the head of marketing for her department. Yet, she still had this kindness about her as I watched her enter her building and the front desk guard hug her while thanking her for the toys she had sent home for his young children. She smiled genuinely and made him promise to bring his wife and children for a visit soon. God how I wanted every bit of her. I wanted her body, her mind, her future. The fourth time I saw her, I couldn’t help myself as I made my way towards her and “accidentally” bumped into her. We began a conversation and I was hooked. Before I could even think about the potential consequences, I was asking her to dinner. My cock ached as I thought about her in the shower last night after our date. Hell, I may be an alien but I still have sexual urges. She smelled and looked so beautiful. I could imagine her breasts pressed against my body. I daydreamt about the softness of her lips and the sounds she might make as I slowly took her apart. It has been almost impossible to turn down her invitations to join her in her apartment. I haven’t even allowed myself to kiss her because I’m scared to go any further and get more attached only to have her walk away if she finds out my secret. Was this self-preservation or just stupidity? I’m jolted out of my thoughts as I hear her voice louder than all the others noises going on around me thanks to my super hearing. I listen carefully as I hear her calling my name.

“Clark! Please, please, please, Clark! I need you!” 

I hear her whine and she sounds as if she is out of breath. Without thinking I jump into my Superman suit and bolt out of the window straight into the sky headed towards Charlotte’s apartment. As I get closer, I can hear her whimper along with her accelerated heartrate and I panic thinking she’s in trouble. I reach her unlocked window and slide it open before flying in. Her apartment smells just like her, floral and clean. I focus on her heartbeat and the quiet buzzing sound that I originally thought was coming from the apartment below hers. As soon as I open the door I smell her arousal at the same moment I watch her reach her climax with her eyes clamped shut. 

“Yes, baby!” She cries out. Her legs are parted as she holds a small purple vibrator against her clit and I can see and smell how turned on she is as her pussy glistens with her want. Her breasts are barely contained in a thin white tank top as they heave up and down while she breathes through her orgasm.

Fuck! I’m such a pervert. I need to get out of here before she sees me!

I can’t help but stare at her as she’s laying there twitching from her euphoria. I reach for the door to carefully close it before I realize I wasn’t quick enough.

“Oh my god!” She shouts as she pulls the covers over her body to cover her modesty. Her face blushing profusely as she stares at me.

I back up quickly with my hands in front of me until my back hits her hallway wall. “I’m so sorry. I heard you calling for me and I thought you were in pain. I swear I didn’t mean to walk in on you!” I blurt out quickly not even realizing my own mistake. Charlotte just stares at me with a shocked and bewildered look on her face.

“I’ll go, truly I’m so sorry about this, Ma’am.” I say with my eyes directed at the floor as I pray my rock-hard erection isn’t as obvious as it feels in my form fitting suit. Right as I turn to run back towards the window I hear her again.

“Wait! Please wait!”

Her eyes are wide as she slowly begins to smirk as I turn back around to face her, my eyes still drawn to the floor.

“I didn’t call out for Superman. I called out for Clark.” She says and I glance up at her with wide eyes as saucers as I realize that I had just outed my own secret. My cheeks blush and I can’t put together a single thought to respond to what she just said.

We stare at each other for what feels like minutes even though it’s only just a few seconds.

“I knew I was onto something. You’re always MIA around when Superman is on the news fighting crime, and you stiffen up anytime I mention him. You also had to leave early because of a “family emergency” on our third date but seemed confused later when I asked you if everything with your family was okay. That was the same night that serial killer was brought to the police station by Superman in Gotham. I…I hope you know that I won’t ever tell anyone, Clark. I thought you knew that you could trust me.” She says and I step towards her while remaining a safe distance.

“I’m…I’m so sorry, Charlotte. I didn’t mean to lie to you. I do trust you but I’ve had to keep this secret my entire life. I was scared at how easily you caught on. I always knew you were intelligent but I was hoping I could still keep you off of the scent of my deception.” 

“It was really just a theory, but obviously this is my confirmation. Since I’m already more than embarrassed after what you just saw, I guess I really have nothing to lose if I just go ahead and ask you.”

“I’m listening.” I say as I hear her heartrate begin to increase steadily.

“Is this why you’ve held back from me? Or are you even interested in dating me? I’m absolutely fine with taking things slow if that’s what you want. I can’t help my old insecurities that make me wonder if you’re even attracted to me and are serious about taking things further with us.” She says with the sweetest innocence and I can’t help but walk towards her and reach out to stroke her cheek. She pulls for me to sit down beside her and I can’t resist.

“I am absolutely interested in dating you, sweetheart. If you only knew how infatuated I am with you, it might frighten you. You are my dream girl, the one I think about each night, and the one person I feel like truly sees to my soul, even when you only knew half of my identity. I see a future for us, Charlotte, which is why I was scared. I was scared that you would run if you found out who I am. I was scared you then might only be interested in me because I’m Superman. Simple Clark just can’t compete with all of the Superman fanfare. What scares me the most is that you could be used as a pawn by dangerous people. I can’t fathom putting you in harm's way. People could come after me and find you to use against me. Being Superman ruined my last and only real relationship so I guess I felt that if I kept ours in limbo, I could still have the time I crave with you while also not losing you. I was afraid to let you in because of my own fears. It has absolutely nothing to do with you. I can’t even begin to tell you how hard it was to not kiss you during our dates or come into your apartment when you invited me. I’m so sorry if I made you feel anything other than absolutely adored. I’m out of my element and have no idea what I’m doing.” Clark says the last part with an embarrassed chuckle.

“Clark, I understand your fears and your sense of self-preservation. I do it too. I often feel like I’ve built the walls around my heart too high in order to protect myself from heartache but each moment I’ve spent with you seems to lower them. I see a potential future with you too which is terrifying and exhilarating all at once because I don’t want to be heartbroken again. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you are worth the risk.  I’m not afraid of you, or being with you. I’m not going anywhere. I want you in any and every form and I won’t run away. You are the only person that has made me feel alive again in years.”

Clark smiles triumphantly before leaning down and kissing Charlotte passionately. After kissing her for several minutes, she slowly pulls back to catch her breath.

“So, you’ve seen mine… When do I get to see yours? Fair is fair.” Charlotte looks up at me sultrily as she runs her hands up and down my arms.

“Are you certain that is what you want?” I smirk as I arch my eyebrow at her.

She nods as she sits up on her knees and drops the blanket that was covering her body only clad in a thin white tank top. 

“Only if you want too.” She seductively bites her lip as she trails her fingers down my torso and gently cups my bulge that is swelling indecently against my tight suit. 

“Holy shit!” She murmurs quietly as she presses against my engorged erection and I can’t help but chuckle.

Before I even think I’m unzipping and tugging my suit off of my body at super speed before leaning over her and ripping her tank top from her torso. She squeals in excitement as I lean over her pressing our hot naked bodies against each other while pulling her into a zealous kiss.  

“You don’t know how long I’ve fantasized about having you like this, Lottie. I’ve wanted you to be mine from the moment I saw you.” I say as I touch all over her beautiful body.

“Ditto, which you obviously know since you got a front row seat to my indecent fantasies about you.” She says with a little giggle as I begin kissing down her torso after having already sucked on her pert breasts.

I make my way down her body as I become face to face with her hot, dripping core. I smell the sweet arousal coming from her and when I look up at her for permission she quickly nods as she reaches to caress my cheek. I smirk at her before I begin feasting on her sweet petals and sucking on her clit. 

“Oh my god, Clark!” She almost yells while her hands tug against my hair as she begins gyrating her hips to increase the pleasure she is receiving from my mouth. I continue for a few minutes as I feel her begin to stiffen from her orgasm. I continue to lick her gently through her orgasm but decide that I’m not finished with her yet. I want to give her an orgasm so earth shattering that she squirts her arousal all over my face. She shouts as I shove my finger into her opening, quickly followed by a second one. I curl my fingers and search for her g-spot. 

I know quickly that I’ve found it when her back arches off of the bed and she yells, “Fuck! Clark! Right there!” 

I begin shoving my fingers against the soft spongey spot while my tongue continues to flick over her clit. 

“I think I’m gonna… oh shit Clark! This feels different! Oh my god!” She squeals as her body arches off of the bed and she begins to squirt. The sounds of her squelching and dripping are lewd as I continue to work her through it. Her body almost convulses around my assault and I preen at her filthy moans. I am doing everything to keep from blowing my load on her bed. I watch as Charlotte’s whole body quickly becomes jelly-like as her muscles relax and I lightly kiss her thighs. 

“That was beautiful, baby.” I say as I press small kisses on her hips and abdomen.

“Did I? Oh my god, Clark. Did I just squirt?” She asks as her cheeks are beet red.

“You sure did baby. Soaked my face and almost made me blow my load. Did it feel good?”

“Yes, but I’m so embarrassed. I’m so sor...” She began to say before I quickly cut her off with a kiss. 

“Don’t you ever apologize for that sweetheart. That was a pure masterpiece and I hope I’ll get you to do it again at some point. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on.” I admit before kissing her again.

“Now it’s your turn.” She smiles as she attempts to push me to the bed. It’s like a kitten trying to push a lion over which makes me grin before I quickly concede and lay on my back. 

“Babygirl, you don’t have too. I’m just happy to give you pleasure.” I tell her.

“Oh no, Mr. Kent. I’m not missing an opportunity to taste you.” Charlotte says as she begins moving down my body. I can barely lay still once she reaches my manhood and I feel her warm breath where I need her most. I groan as I take in the sight of her tiny hand wrapping around my girth as she begins to kitten lick along my length. I groan as she looks at me doe eyed before she takes me in her mouth. She has the mouth of a goddess and I’m already close before she even adds her tiny hand to pump what wouldn’t fit. I reach down and grab her long beautiful hair into a makeshift ponytail so I can watch her. I feel her tiny hand begin pulsing around my balls and groan loudly. I can’t help myself as I watch her steady herself before taking my entire length to her throat. She gags as her nose reaches my skin and she slightly pulls off before doing it again. Saliva is dripping from her chin as she continues working my cock.

“Babygirl, I’m gonna cum. You need to...fuck… stop if you don’t want it in your mouth.” 

She moans around my length as she doubles her effort and the vibrations feel heavenly. That’s all it took for me to reach my high and explode down her throat.

My body shivers in aftershocks due to the oversensitivity as Y/N continues to suck around the head of my cock and massage my balls. I look down and see that she’s swallowed everything and is smiling brightly at me. I reach down and pull her up my body as I immediately begin kissing her breathless. 

“Darling, that was incredible. Thank you.” I smile at her before I kiss down her neck. 

*CHARLOTTE POV*

My mind is empty of every thought due to the alarm bells and “OMG THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING” screaming repeatedly in my head. I’m trying my best to play it off, but my fantasy is coming true and it’s even better than I ever could have imagined. Clark is not only the best kisser I’ve ever experienced, but he has the body of a Greek God. Well, in this case, he has a body of a superhero. I’ve been doing my best not to sound needy but heavens, I need him inside of me.

“Clark” I say as he continues to press gentle kisses behind my ear and the column of my neck.

“Yes angel?” 

“Please tell me I don’t have to wait long for you to be inside of me. I need you.”

He smirks above me as I feel his rigid cock against my abdomen. It didn’t go soft after his orgasm. “You want me right now?” I nod enthusiastically. 

“Spread your legs for me sweetheart. Take what you want.” Clark says huskily in my ear. For a man who seemed so reserved and shy, he has all of the confidence in the world when it comes to the bedroom. As he should!

I smile wildly as his chest vibrates against my own with a low growl as I reach his hard length and pump him a few times against my slick before pressing him to my entrance.

“Oh my god!”

“Shit!” 

We both speak simultaneously as he seats himself fully inside of me. It feels like he is reaching my lungs as he gives me a moment to adjust around his ginormous cock.

“God, Clark! You’re huge!” 

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” Clark frets even though he hasn’t moved inside of me.

“Fuck no!” I respond almost breathlessly as I wrap my hands around his biceps tightly. 

“I’ve just never been with someone as big as you. I’m okay. You can move now.”

Clark carefully pulls almost completely out of me before gently sliding all the way back in. 

“Baby girl, you are so tight and warm. You feel incredible.” He says as he starts building up a gentle rhythm. 

“You won’t break me, baby. You can go harder.” 

“I could if I’m not careful, Sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I will tell you if it starts to hurt, I swear. Relax, baby.” I say before kissing him enthusiastically. He reaches and cups my tits in his hands, massaging them gently.

Clark watches me carefully before taking a breath and slamming into me roughly. His pubic bone slamming into my clit making me shriek with the sensation.

“How’s that for harder?” He whispers.

“Oh, fuck yes, baby! Just like that! You feel so good inside of me.” I whine as my hands scratch down his back without even making a mark on his strong impenetrable skin.

“That’s right, sweet girl. I can tell you’re close. Come all over my cock. Squeeze me.” He says as my body begins milking him. 

“CLARK!” I shout.

“Call me Kal, baby. When I’m balls deep inside this sweet pussy, I want you to call me Kal.” He says with the most shit eating grin while never slowing his pace.

“Oh my god, Kal!” I moan just before my eyes roll back and I instantly come all over him.

“Fuck yes, this is the tightest little pussy in the world. So beautiful and wet and snug around me.” He grunts as he continues to slam into me. Before I realize it, he’s sitting me up in his lap so that our chests are against each other and my legs are wrapped around his waist. Clark grabs the back of my neck to press himself even closer to me as I brace my hands on his shoulders. 

“Just when I thought you couldn’t possibly become more beautiful….” Clark whispers into my ear as he grabs my ass to help me move on top of him.

“Watching your gorgeous body tremble in ecstasy is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen, Angel.”

Clark plants his feet against the floor and begins wildly thrusting as I rotate my hips in his lap. His hands are most likely leaving bruises on my hips but I don’t even care.

“I want you to come inside of me, baby. I need to feel you fill me up. I’m on the pill. Please?” I speak against his ear between his heavy thrusts into me and clench down on him at his responding moan. What has gotten into me? I’ve never let a man come inside of me. This isn’t just any man though, and I am absolutely feral for him.

“Only if you come with me.” He grunts.

“I can’t… it’s too much.” I tell him as my body shakes against him.

“Yes, you can, baby.” He reaches between us and presses his thumb on my clit. I cry out from overstimulation but realize I’m almost there.

“Kal, right there! I’m so close!”

“Come baby. Soak me.” He says as he continues to pleasure me and a moment later I have the most blinding orgasm of my life. I swear that I feel like I am floating as I hear Clark grunt and release a deep baritone moan as his warm come coats my inner walls. My body is shaking with tingles to all of my extremities as I am encased in pure bliss. When I finally somewhat come to, I realize I wasn’t just floating from my orgasm, Clark and I were actually floating above my bed. Clark’s head is resting on the junction of my neck and shoulder when I quickly press closer to him and wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling.

Clark chuckles as he gently sets us down on the bed. “I guess you would’ve found out my secret eventually. I just came so hard that I literally levitated.” 

I giggle and press my lips to his. “I didn’t freak you out, did I?”

“Not at all. I think it’s really cool that you are Superman, Kal;” I say as I stroke a curl that has fallen onto his forehead. “but the man that I have been falling in love with is Clark. He is all I need. The rest is just a bonus. If you’ll have me of course.”

Clark rests his forehead against my own as he gives me the most panty dropping smile. “You don’t know how much that means to me, sweetheart. Will you be my girl?”

“I would love nothing more.” I respond with a sweet kiss. The rest of the weekend is spent wrapped in each other.

[frownyalfred]

I love borderline so much like it's such a creative concept and you're doing such an amazing job!!! I want to ask, I hope this isnt rude, and if so you can ignore this, but are you planning on adding any superbat to it? I was thinking that through the bond it's absolutely possible for the kids to find out if B is dating clark, or if he has feelings for him maybe even if nothing has happened between them? I'd love to read your thoughts about, even if it wont be included in the fic... like how would you approach that?

Thank you so much!!! Everyone is being so kind, the comments are really about to make me cry 😭

The way I’ve felt instinctively about adding superbat to this fic (because as y’all know, I love superbat but I also write Bruce & Clark platonically with equal vigor) is that it would have to be a sort of unrequited, unmentioned thing between them if it did happen.

I think where this fic could shine for them is in illuminating how deeply Bruce cares for Clark and trusts him as a sort-of equal.

The batkids will definitely call him out on those feelings eventually, but anything he’s had established with Clark (platonic or not) would likely be minimal before this fic takes place.

[lunap95]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Super Sons (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Damian Wayne Characters: Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Maya Ducard, Collin Wilkes, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Kara Zor-El Additional Tags: Roommates, Domestic Fluff, adopting a pet, High School, Jealousy, Running Away, Partners in Crime, Fake/Pretend Relationship, getting caught, Heartbeats, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Masquerade, Family Vacation, Marriage Proposal, JonDami Week 2021

Hey, hey, hey! Last day of the @jondami-week  Thank you so much for reading and leaving kudos and comments, it makes me super happy! As I mentioned I'm planning on doing a longer (but not too long) fic about Damian and Jon so please if you like anything of these prompts tell me so I can have a clearer idea on how to write them. Thanks!

Day 7: joint family vacation | proposal | free day

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“Stephanie, I swear to God if you play that stupid song one more time.”

“Shut up, Jason, you didn’t have a good music taste even before your first death.”

“Come on, guys, I’m sure we can find something nice for every-” Duke dodged a hamburger and decided it was better not to get in between.

“Has anyone seen my sunglasses?” asked Conner, his sunglasses obviously over his head.

“No,” answered Tim not even making an attempt at pointing his mistake.

“I’m just saying, it would totally rock if you made a ‘Is Bruce Wayne Batman?’ headline,” Cassandra nodded at Dick’s words.

“You know it would actually be really funny,” Lois smirked, her smile too similar to one of the evildoers they usually fought.

“Not it wouldn’t!” interrupted Barbara visibly angry. “Because then we, instead of him, will have to deal with it later.”

“I stopped dealing with Bruce’s shit a long time ago, you should do the same,” proclaimed Kate taking a sip of his wine.

“This is the fourth time I have to repair a train, Kent,” argued Bruce on the other side of the field. “Is it really too much to ask to show a little restrain?”

“Oh, excuse, mister billionaire, next time a train is about to run over some innocent citizens I will kindly ask the train to stop,” refuted Clark.

“The only thing I’m saying,” not too far Alfred was in the middle of another discussion with Martha and Jon Kent. “that the recipe is obviously done with raisins.”

“Raisins? Maybe in that rainy spot of yours,” Martha seemed to be terribly offended. “But not here.”

Damian sighed for the hundredth time that day watching how the whole family continued creating absolute chaos. If his calculations were right there were just a few minutes left before someone screamed “food fight”. Next to him, Jon munched on a hamburger as if the picture did not bother him at all.

“Let’s have some picnic together, you said,” said Damian. “It would be fun, you said.”

“I think is nice.”

“Your cousin tried to throw Todd over the roof just an hour ago.”

“And I think Steph is about to ask her to do it again,” laughed Jon pointing at were Jason and Steph continued to argue about the music, Duke and Cass now enjoying their exchanged while eating popcorns.

“At least Grayson has stopped with the puns,” he was starting to question why the hell he had accepted Jon’s idea, this was bound to end in disaster.

“Well, actually I think he is telling my mum that story about the Napkin man.”

Jon could not help but smile at his groan. Maybe their families were a bit… chaotic when they met, but he actually enjoyed spending time together like this. As long as he kept a safe distance between him and Jason’s guns there should not be a problem (he still remembered when the Red Hood first discovered he was dating his younger brother, that had been a fun chase). And deep down he knew Damian enjoyed them too, but his boyfriend was too stubborn to admit it.

“I just don’t understand why you insisted so much on this.”

The box in his pocket seemed to get heavier with his words. They have been dating for almost eight years, living together for six of them. While he worked as a journalist in the Daily Planet, Damian had his hands full with inheriting the Batman legacy and leading the new Gotham Justice team along with Duke, although he still made some art exhibitions from time to time. He still went out as Superboy, mostly with Damian, but the defence of Metropolis had gone mainly to Supergirl and Conner, who now called himself Supernova. Their fathers had told them they would soon pass their mantle to them and Jon had decided he wanted to ask the big question before that happened.

“D, mind walking with me for a minute?”

Damian raised an eyebrow confused as to why his boyfriend wanted to walk on the same fields that had seen him grow, but he decided it would be way better than staying there. They walked while holding hands, chatting about their little things until they reached a familiar forest.

“Does it ring a bell?” Jon smiled.

“This is where we first met,” realised Damian. “Well, when I kidnap you after discovering you were a threat to society.”

“Well, you suspicious turned out to be correct, only not to society,” he winked at him. “Only a threat to you.”

“Hmm,” Damian wrapped his hands around his neck. “Maybe I should have let you tied on the examination table of the Batcave.”

“Then, you wouldn’t have this.”

Jon then proceeded to kneel in front of him, taking the box out of his pocket. Damian didn’t say anything but his eyes widened.

“Damian Wayne,” he proclaimed. “I never thought I could hate anyone more than the first time I met you. But with time, you showed me the great person you are. Because many might think of you as brash and arrogant, but I know your actions speak more than your words. I have seen you bleed for your teammates, cry for your brothers and sister and take care of your pets as if they were the most valuable thing on this planet,” he opened the box to show a ring with a green gemstone. “You became my best friend and later the love of my life and I can’t think of a better person to share the rest of my life with so… would you do me the super honour of becoming my husband?”

“Did you have to add the super thing?” but Damian was smiling and he could swear his eyes were shinning. “Of course I do, you sap.”

Jon did not waste any time jumping to capture his lips while putting the ring on his finger. The gem was the same shade in his eyes and the moment Jon saw it he knew he wanted his boyfriend to wear it.

“I’m going to make you the happiest man on Earth,” he whispered between kisses.

“I already am.”

There were still a lot of hardship to face, millions of adventures waiting for them on the corner, but in that instant, in the same forest where they met, both could feel the strength of their bond. A union that could not be broken by time or dangers, a connection that will be with them until the time they expired their last breath. So for the moment, they enjoyed this moment and the pure bliss of knowing they would never be alone as long as the other was next to them.

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Wonderbat Week: Day 2 - Elseworlds

Title: By the Lungful

Elseworld/ AU: High School AU, Hanahaki Disease AU

Words: 2836

Author’s Note: Well now it’s the second time I written these characters and the first time I’ve written Clark. I just joined the DC fandom in the last year (really I joined the Batman fandom) so I’ve only written a few fanfics and all of them are about Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne. This is much longer than I expected but I’m satisfied with it. I have nothing against Steve Trevor!

@fyeahwonderbat

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It started with a tickle in his throat. It was small and irritating, something that a glass of water could only sooth for a couple of minutes. That soon grew into an unsatisfiable itch, one that made his throat feel like it was burning. Then it became a violent cough, spittle flying from between his lips as he clutched his throat and tears leaked from his eyes.

Then Bruce Wayne coughed up a flower.

Well, it wasn’t a full flower: just a petal; but coughing up any part of flower was worrisome.

“Master Bruce, are you okay in there?” Alfred called from the other side of the bathroom door. Bruce had been sure he was going to throw up and had rushed from the dining room to the closest bathroom. Now he sat in front of the toilet, a red rose petal floating in the porcelain bowl.

“I’m fine, Alfred. Nothing to worry about.” While his hands went digging for his phone, his eyes checked to make sure the door was locked. A relieved sigh escaped him when he saw that the door was indeed locked even though Bruce knew that Alfred wouldn’t just burst open the door. Alfred was too much for a gentleman for that.

“Are you sure, sir.”

“Yes. I’ll be out soon.” Bruce waited for the sound of polished shows against hardwood floors before unlocking his phone and pulling up google. Looking up symptoms had never done anything good for him in the past but this was different: how many illnesses could involve puking up a petal?

“You’re being ridiculous,” Bruce muttered to himself as he waited for the search results but his brain wouldn’t allow him to dismiss such an anomaly without a little investigation. Finally the search results loaded and, unlike the other times he looked up symptoms, only one illness popped up.

Hanahaki Disease

Hanahaki Disease is an illness where the victim regurgitates and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from unrequited love. The illness can only be cured through surgical removal, however any existing romantic feelings are also removed with the infection.

“Impossible,” Bruce gasped in between panicked breaths. His eyes jumped back and forth, taking in different parts of the definition. “Impossible.” Fingers flew as he checked out different websites and different definitions.

The disease ends when the beloved returns the victim’s affections and the two kiss.

There have been cases when flowers grow from the victim’s skin.

Once the flowers are removed, the victim loses the ability to love the person they were for.

“No, no, no!” Bruce’s lungs burned as he tried to suck in air and the back of his eyes prickled. Surely this was a mistake. Surely there was another reason. Because there was no way Bruce Wayne was suffering from unrequited love. He wasn’t in love with anyone!

Okay, Bruce: think! You was eating dinner when this started. There was no window open so a chance of a flower petal floating in is highly unlikely. Alfred wouldn’t put a rose petal in the roast beef, would he? No, all his aesthetic additions are edible. How did a rose petal get down my throat?

Bruce peered at his phone again.

It can’t be this! Who would you even be in love with? Bruce thought hard but no names came up.

Before he had started to choke him and Alfred had been talking about the upcoming Valentine’s dance. Alfred thought he should get a date for it but no one sparked his fancy. Plus, Bruce didn’t really want to go and was tired of hearing about it. It was all Diana Prince, one of his best friends, was talking about. She was so excited to go, always talking about it with her pretty smile plastered on. She had practically been glowing when Steve Trevor asked her, her blue eyes sparkling with joy and the sunlight shining off her hair like a halo…

A bitter feeling filled Bruce. Why did Diana even want to go with Steve? Why didn’t she reject him like she rejected everyone else? Why did she keep talking about him? Why -

Why didn’t I ask her first?

Bruce’s phone clattered to the phone as he lunged towards the toilet. A few minutes later, two more rose petals joined the first one. They floated in the toilet bowl, mocking Bruce as they swirled around each other.

Oh no…

—

Days passed and the petals kept coming. Soon petals become full roses of different colors with the occasional leaf. Alfred was getting suspicious and wanted to take Bruce to the doctor. Bruce couldn’t sleep anymore: Diana was starting to infiltrate his dreams, causing him to wake up multiple times a night to spit out mouthfuls of flowers. Worse of all, Diana was also becoming suspicious. Bruce couldn’t hang around her anymore, not without hearing about Steve and rushing to the bathroom to overfill another toilet with flowers. It was getting ridiculous but Bruce couldn’t help it. He was sick. He was in love.

—

“Why are you avoiding Diana?” Clark demanded. Bruce cleared his throat and pushed down the urge to throw up because really? Throwing up flowers just from hearing her name? Isn’t that a bit much?

“I’m not avoiding her,” Bruce muttered, pulling his knees closer to his chest. He was practically curled around the book balancing on his thighs to the point where he couldn’t even see the words anymore. Still he pretending to read.

“Yeah, you are. B, we’re worried about you. You’ve been sick with a while, always rushing off for some reason, and you always cancel on me as soon as I mention Diana. You barely come to school anymore and when was the last time you slept?”

“Clark, I’m fine. As soon as I get over this cold everything will get back to normal. I just need to be left alone for a bit. Okay?” Clark sighed and crossed Bruce’s room to place a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Please talk to me. I won’t even tell D what’s going on if you don’t want me to. I just want to help.”

“You can’t help.” This time Clark groaned and flopped onto the bed.

“Fine, I can’t help,” Clark stated, almost stubbornly. Instead of leaving Clark lay there in silence, staring at Bruce expectantly. Bruce knew Clark and Clark knew Bruce - one of them was going to break the silence and one of them was going to get what they wanted. It was Clark was snapped first but instead of saying “goodbye” and leaving like Bruce wanted, he began to ramble. He talked about all the things Bruce missed when he wasn’t at school. He talked of academics and gossip, even bringing out a copy of the school newspaper. He talk and talked and it was calming. Soon enough Bruce was uncurling himself and looking his friend in the face, a small smile on his lips. It was fine until he started to talked about Diana and Steve.

“So they decided to teach me to slow dance, y’know?” Clark continued, ignorant to the way his friend was holding back coughs and struggling to breathe. “It was so cute, watching them dance like that. You should’ve seen Diana’s face when Steve bent down and kissed her!”

A sound exploded from Bruce’s lips, loud and ugly. It was something Clark never heard before, something that made him jump and fall off the bed. Bruce’s face was red, tears leaking from between his eyes as he gagged and coughed, shredded petals bursting from his lips every so often. The boy hunched over and the sound came again, this time accompanied by a waterfall of roses. They were of all colors, some with leave and stems attached. It was a beautiful, frightening sight. Bruce’s hands latched onto his throat, his nails leaving behind red marks as he clawed at his skin. Time lost all meaning as Bruce wheezed and hurled up flowers.

Then it stopped.

With a final cough Bruce cleared out his lungs but they didn’t feel clear. There was a permanent tightness in his chest that left him dizzy with lack of oxygen.

“Hanahaki.” The word was barely audible, a poisonous gas drifting on the currents of a disbelieving breath. But Bruce heard it and it brought more tears to eyes as he remembered that there was a witness to his illness.

“Clark —”

“You have Hanahaki!” Bruce didn’t want to know how he knew what it was. “Gosh, Bruce why didn’t you say something!? You should’ve told me! Does Alfred know? We need to get you help!”

“No!”

“No? You know you can die from this, right?”

“I know.”

“And you don’t want help?

“I don’t want help.”

Silence reigned over the pair, heavy and painful. Bruce wiped at his face angrily, his mouth filled with the bitter taste of raw flowers and unrequited love.

“Can you at least tell D? Please?” Clark asked after a while, his voice low with defeat.

“Absolutely not. She’s with Steve.” The bitterness in his mouth intensified but Bruce swallowed it. He would not have another episode tonight.

“And you don’t want the surgery.”

“I do not.”

“Why?”

“Because…” Because I just realized I’m in love with her. Because I still don’t know why I love her or when it happened. Because I never been in love before and never thought I would be. Because I’m not ready to give this up yet. Because I just realized how I feel about her and yet it feels like I’ve always been in love with her. Because I’m scared of how it would feel to not love her. Because I want Diana to love me too. “Because I don’t want to.”

—

It took a long time to convince Clark not to say anything but eventually he agreed. That didn’t stop him from glaring at Bruce every time he said he was fine or giving him pitying looks every time he had to rush off the bathroom. It certainly didn’t stop Clark from randomly sharing facts about Hanahaki Disease, as if the scare Bruce into getting help.

“Did you know that the final stage of Hanahaki is when the flowers grow roots in the victim’s lungs? Then they grow stems and such, like normal flowers, and because of the roots it’s impossible to cough them out. The victim suffocates and dies with an entire bouquet sprouting from their mouth,” Clark shared the night of the Valentine’s dance, punctuating the fact with a shrug up his shoulders and a sip of punch.

“No one cares, Clark,” Lois Lane, Clark’s date, said. “Hanahaki is rare and their hasn’t been a death from it in years.”

“Your right. Most people just get the surgery.” Clark aimed a sharp glare at Bruce as he said this but Bruce wasn’t paying attention. All Bruce could focus on was the Amazon beauty floating on the dance floor and the tightness in his chest. It’s been a while since  flowers had burst from his lungs but Bruce didn’t feel cured.

Diana was a sight to behold. She wore a greek style dress that revealed her shoulders and back, the white fabric making her skin glow and making her look more angelic than normal. Her hair was curled and up in a bun with a few curls artistically framing her face. She was gorgeous. She was stunning. She was…

… coming this way! Bruce yanked his eyes away, his chest tightening a bit more. He could feel heat building up in his face — oh why was he being so ridiculous! It was one thing when he couldn’t look at the without puking roses but now he didn’t have that excuse. She’s still the same person she was before this started. Talk to her!

“Hey, Bruce!” Diana greeted. Bruce’s heart nearly burst when she bent down to press a kiss to his cheek. “Long time, no see.”

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” Bruce’s eyes were glued to the table but he could still see how Clark was absolutely absorbed in their interaction. He was completely ignoring Lois’ ramblings.

“A long while. It’s been so long that I think you owe me a dance. You know, to make up for your absence.” At this point Bruce was breathing through his mouth. His lungs were just so damn tight.

“I - I can’t.” Diana frowned for a second and Bruce could feel the irritation and concern rolling off her.

“Why not?” Diana replied, voice falsely cherry. “I know Alfred made you take lessons.”

“I can’t because I… I got to go to the bathroom!” Now everyone was looking at him. Diana had dropped the happy pretense and concerned marred her face - a look that was mirrored on Clark’s face as well. Lois simply looked confused.

“Are you serious? You’re still avoiding me? Bruce, what’s wrong?” Diana asked. Bruce opened his mouth but was saved from answering by the appearance of Steve Trevor. As the blonde boy wrapped his arms around Diana and snagged her attention, Bruce made his escape and made a b-line for the restroom.

Something was wrong, something beyond coughing flowers. The flowers had stopped and yet he still couldn’t breathe. His throat was tickling. Bruce opened his mouth to cough or gag or something. Instead flowers bloomed from his mouth.

It was different this time around. There was something else there, something hard and stiff that wasn’t moving. There was also something tugging at his lungs, threatening to bring them up with the new wave of flowers.

“Bruce!” Diana’s voice filled his ears. He didn’t notice anybody following him, didn’t notice anything beyond the flowers killing him and the feeling of his own body - his own heart - betraying him. He was dizzy and the edge of his vision was stained black…

“It’s the final stage…” came Clark’s voice next, a strained whisper compared to Diana’s shriek. “Fuck it, call 911!” Bruce wanted to do something. He wanted to stop them from calling anyone, wanted Diana to look away, wanted the world to give him a damn break. But he couldn’t do anything but throw up flowers until he blacked out.

—

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Bruce was barely awake before Diana’s words reached his ears. His jaw ached, his mouth forced open by whatever was filling it. Tiny plastic bits were shoved in his nostrils, forcing fake air into nose and lungs. It wasn’t enough.

“Why didn’t you get the surgery?”

A pain - one deeper than the constant ache in his lungs - punched Bruce in the gut. Why didn’t you get rid of your feelings for me? is how he heard it.

“Why didn’t you do something?”

Bruce forced his eyes opened, despite the heavy weight on him that didn’t want him to. Diana was hovering over him, eyes red and wet. Her trembling fingers danced along his cheek and a shaky gasp left her when she saw he was awake.

“Bruce! Thank Hera, your awake!” Bruce wanted to say something but he couldn’t around the bouquet in his mouth. Shouldn’t he be dead by now?

“Clark told me everything. You should’ve told me! I - I would’ve -” Diana stopped and sniffed when Bruce shook his hood. They both knew there was nothing she could do. She was with Steve.

“Don’t shake your head at me!” Diana shouted. “If you had said something sooner I could’ve done something. I used to - I still do - I don’t know! Ask Clark if you want but I had the biggest crush on you! I loved you so much but I didn’t think you would feel the same and then Steve came and he showed interest and… and… and you should’ve said something! I don’t know what I’m feeling and I don’t have the time to figure it out because you’re going to die! Gods, Bruce!” By this point Diana was hyperventilating and pacing, her hands tangled in her hair. Bruce could do nothing but watch. Diana had like him…

Before Bruce could comprehend what Diana has said, Diana moved. With her face red and scrunched, her hands reached out to wrap around the bouquet suffocating Bruce and she pulled.

Bruce expected pain. He expected the roots to yank his lungs out and he would die right then and there. He did not expect the roots to let go, for Diana to pull the bouquet out his mouth like a magician pulls out scarves.

A tense silence filled the hospital room, two surprised faces staring at each other in shock. The wet bouquet fell from Diana’s hands as Bruce took in lungfuls of air. For the first time in a long time, Bruce’s lungs felt clear. There was no tightness, no pain… Bruce felt cured.

“Diana…”

Diana crossed the room as Bruce sat up straight and leaned forward. With no other words their lips met in a kiss. It was clumsy and awkward, desperate and disbelieving. It was perfect and left Bruce smiling silly when they separated.

“Take all the time you need.”