#robin and superboy

[tarta-de-limon]

I'm a little late, aren't i? Wish I had done this sooner, now it's not trending and I feel like a failure.

[rakudetama]

Hes introducing his bestie 😊

[suki-na-kumo]

[embracedbythesea]

Fix-it, thanks me later

[theflavorpurple]

ima need super sons dressed as sonic and shadow rn

PLS GIVE THEM THOSE SUPER COOL MATCHING FITS N STUFF UGHHHCHRJJDJD

[queermentaldisaster]

Hehe I have thoughts and I act upon them :3

Tagging @moon-x0 @worstwolverinesbf bc you two enable my DC delusions :3

[ninaninndraws]

Supersons!!!

[castrian-amore]

Just want you to feel something

by Castrian Amore

Ch. 1/? | Word Count 889 words | Rating: Mature

Chapter 1: A New Years Kiss(The prologue)

To say Timothy Drake was drunk was an understatement. His parents were abroad and he had just had a record breaking quarter and record profits in the company his parents mostly left him to run. He deserved this. To get drunk at a friends party in New York City. A haughty businessman like himself amongst the social elite of artists and rockstars and actors. Directors and models and god Tim could pick anyone he wanted. The night was good. 

He was buzzed. More than buzzed. Something in his gut told him just how shitfaced he was,  but considering the lingering buzz and warmth underneath his skin his inebriation gave him the fluidity and loss of filter he usually had. 

The once great Drake heir now dumbed down to a drunk mess. A very drunk mess. Maybe it was the fact he was stressed from work. From being alone. From his family. Too many variables and just for once Tim deserved to be able to find someone drunk on New Year’s Eve as well. Someone who will just kiss him. He’s never really been in a relationship. Not a real one anyways. He’d been in a few short flings before he realized where he swung, and just what side he played for.

It’s getting late though and bands play on stage and yet as Tim nurses another drink, eyes on the band on stage and caught on the incredibly sexy singer. All he can think of is how his hair is plastered against his forehead in sweat. The jacket lazily hangs off his shoulders to reveal a cropped sleeveless tank in New York in winter. Bold move. He had style at least. The stupid small round glasses sat on his nose guitar draped around his neck and hanging as he sang into the mic. 

Maybe it was the alcohol talking as Tim stared at the stage in a haze. 

“It’s a crime crime crime 

How you treat me like this 

But you still end up under my skin” 

The music picks up and the one on the drums spins the stick slamming it into the base with defiance, the group making eye contact as the lead singer grabs the mic. 

“Take me down

A little bit harder now 

Down to the dance floor 

Love me like you mean it 

Love me up and down

A little bit harder” 

And maybe yeah Tim loves the band on his own, ignoring the fact Kon had been just as hot as Tim had ever seen him. He stares down at his drink continually losing himself and his surroundings as he joins the fray of bodies against each other. Maybe he zones out a little too much as the night continues on. 

Tim being reminded of the new year's kiss desire only two hours before midnight.. likely less. 

Fuck he wanted a new years kiss… so he asked around. Yet closer to midnight he finally took a deep breath on the cool balcony looking over the crowded; Times Square. Phones pointing up. Tim was a nobody. Not to the normal people. Unless they happened to know about his genius level intellect or ruthlessness in the business world he was nothing. Yet as the end of the year drew closer he looked next to him.

“10!”

 Eyes in surprise finding none other than Kon right next to him. Lead singer to the band YJ. He had never been happier to have been inebriated as he gently taps his arm. 

“9!”

“Hey you’re single right?”Maybe his words were a little too slurred together and the other seemed just as blissfully drunk. Eyes going over his form fitting slacks and vest. 

“8”

“Hell yeah I am,”He smirks, pulling his glasses down to give a dramatic up and down of his character. 

“7!”

“Mmm great,”Tim muses. 

“6”

“Who’s askin’” a little country twang tinged his voice. 

“5!”

“Tim,”He introduces, holding out his hand. Kon bites his lip, chuckling. 

“4!”

“Kon.. pleasure to meet you.”

“3!”

“Care if I kiss you? New years and all?”

“2!” 

“Shit I won’t complain~” 

“1!”

Party poppers went off as confetti filled the air. The ball dropped completely as Tim grabbed the much taller man by the front of his shirt and dragged him down to more his level as he shoved their lips together. 

It's not an incredibly nice kiss. It’s messy and full of teeth and tongue and drunken lust, a part of Tim wanting it to go on longer as they pull back from each other. Neither one of them talking for the moment but their faces are mere centimeters from each other. 

“Well fucking hell,”the man breathes out, and Tim kisses him again and the mans arms wrap around his waist pulling their swaying bodies together. Maybe just a little longer, nothing could go wrong from one or two innocent kisses. 

Right?” 

“Thanks,”Tim looks up through his lashes at the taller man. The others face a little flushed and red. Tim likely looked the same. 

“You’re welcome there… good kiss for a new year,”the two of them look at the confetti around them. 

“Yeah…”

Tim remembers enjoying his new years eve. Even if he wakes up hungover as fuck with blurry memories of the night before the emotions lingering in his chest. 

Summary | Next Chapter

[melonlthawne]

bestie costume swap based on that one Halloween special issue where they actually swapped costumes

besties 4 life dc can rip baby Jon off of my dead corpse

[redacted-7]

@jonathankentstuff supersons open collab!

Took me so long to get over my art block and finish my sketch of this -_- also tried a new style and am in between liking it and hating it with a burning passion

[milk-artwork]

Supersons Wip anyone? 🐾👀🩵💚

[tarta-de-limon]

I couldn't choose...

(Why did they have to age my pretty baby? I cried, literally cried, I loved their dynamic so, so much...)

[rakudetama]

Whiteboard doddle

[zinovi768]

More pose referencing turned into more sketches of my children-

Their besties <3

(Reference under the cut)

[puppiesandnightlock]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Super Sons (Comics), Batman and Superman: Battle of the Super Sons (Movie 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Kent & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent (implied) Characters: Jonathan Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Damian Al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Damian Al Ghul Wayne, Dick Grayson (mentioned), Bruce Wayne (Mentioned), Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Clark Kent (mentioned) Additional Tags: Murder Husbands, Super Lords AU, Evil AU, Canon-Typical Violence, sort of a super lords Au, Lots of Backstabbing, Implied/Referenced Suicide, like couple suicide idk, they kinda spirled and controlled the world?, lowkey no idea wth im doing with this, tim and kon find them T-T, Song: Partners in Crime (Set It Off), Based on a Set It Off Song, you know which one it is lmao, Tags Contain Spoilers Series: Part 2 of SuperSons Week 2023!! Summary:

Honestly no idea, sort of a Super Lords AU, definitely an Evil AU

Damian and Jon have been through everything together, certainly a family reunion won't be the death of them. Just in case, they have certain promises to each other.

There's more context inside i promise T-Tfor Super Sons Week 2023 Day Two: Partners in Crime

A/N: i have no clue what the hell this is, all i can gather for some sort of context is that jon and damian turned on the justice league and their parents, took back the LoA, and basically ruled the world yay and now the vigilantes are coming back to like free the world of their tyranny and rehabilitate the insane smol children who are adult but always children to us <3

and yei made them murder husbands bc thats a fun tag and also its wayyyyy more dramatic like that ^^

dont like this one much but i finished and thats what matters. its kinda short so an easy read anyways enjoy

TW: Blood, Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide

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Boots clacked against the polished hallway, leaving behind a dripping red print, black cape leaving a shadow over them.

Servants scattered, making way for the Super to pass into the throne room. As he threw the doors open, masked assassins ran towards the caped man, swords drawn. He threw out his hands, the blades shattering as they hit his body. He flicked his wrist, a backhanded slap to the attacker on his right. Such a movement shouldn’t have ended with the guard slamming into the wall, skull shattering and leaving a red stain on the brown and gold walls as they sunk to the floor.  

He wrapped his hand around the back of the other's neck, snapping it as if the bone were nothing more than a sliver of wood. Wiping his hand on the dark bottoms of his suit, he made his way towards the middle of the room, where there on a throne of wood and glass sat a man draped in deep green, the trimmings of his tunic lined with gold.

“My Lord.” The young Super bowed mockingly.

The corners of his mouth twitched, the Demon’s Head tsking. “Come now, Jon, is that a proper greeting?”

Hovering above the throne, Jon tilted his chin up towards his and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, before settling down in the lap of his lover.

“Better, D?”

“Much. Thank you, Habibi. You’ve done well. However, did you really have to do that to my best assassins?”

The green-clad man flicked his eyes towards the slumped bodies scattered in the large room.

“We can always get new ones. If you’ll miss them so much, you are the Demon’s Head. I’m sure you can find some way to bring them back.”

“I suppose. Now, onto more pressing matters. How long do we have?”

Jon’s smile widened innocently. “Expect a family reunion by five o’clock tomorrow.”

“Splendid. It will be so good to see Father again. Richard as well as the rest of my brethren. I suppose your father and the clone will come as well?”

“Connor. And yeah! I’m so excited to see them again Dami!”

He hugged the other around the neck, careful to mind his super strength.

“We should sleep now, Beloved. We should be well rested for our big day tomorrow.”

Hands swinging between them, the couple bypassed the mess of bodies below them and headed towards their shared bedroom.

Afterwards, once bathed and dressed in comfortable nightwear, they curled up together on the large bed, Jon lifting their intertwined hands together, the golden rings adoring them glinting in the moonlight.

“Damian…what if things go wrong tomorrow?”

The older boy laid his head on the younger’s chest, humming softly.

“They won’t. We’ve ruled the world, Beloved. If by some higher power they manage to capture us, murder thousands more they us, and disband a nation completely loyal to us, well, i think we both know the way that will go. You and I forever, Jon.”

Jon sighed happily, his blue sapphire eyes fluttering shut before pulling out a lead encased sword strap.

“For tomorrow. Just in case.”

Stepping out of bed, Damian pulled the glowing green sword out, pointing it under Jon’s chin.

“You look handsome like this, Habibi.”

Jon made a small noise in response before Damian stepped back, sheathing the sword once again.

The raven haired boy pulled him from the bedside to back under the covers.

“I love you, Dami.”

“I love you as well, Beloved. I trust that you will do the same for me?”

“Anything you ask, D.”

Battered and bleeding, a group of vigilantes stumbled into the abandoned castle, reveling in their victory. They spread out, patching each other up with whatever they found before scouring the grounds for the ones who started it all.

With a sick feeling in their stomachs, Kon and Tim took over the bedrooms, searching for their corrupted little brothers.

“We can help them, you know. We’ll bring them back, and rehabilitate them.” Tim mumbled.

Kon had stopped, the blood draining from his face as he scanned the rooms from the hallway.

“I..don’t think that will be possible, Rob.”  

They didn't have to enter a room to see the glowing green sword, stained with the drying blood of a kryptonian. A similarly styled sword lay on top, two matching gold rings in the mixed red pool.

A taunting note lay on the bottom, edged with brown. Half in an elegant script, the other in a familiar scrawl.

For years to come, the two stood as a memory, serving as a tale to scare the masses, to show an example of vile young love, and to warn those that came after of the ways ambition and devotion could quickly turn to hold malicious intent.

You never took us alive. We swore that death would do us part They’ll call our crimes a work of art You never took us alive We’ll live as ghosts among these streets Lovers and partners Partners in crime

Servants scattered, making way for the Super to pass into the throne room. As he threw the doors open, masked assassins ran towards the caped man, swords drawn. He threw out his hands, the blades shattering as they hit his body. He flicked his wrist, a backhanded slap to the attacker on his right. Such a movement shouldn’t have ended with the guard slamming into the wall, skull shattering and leaving a red stain on the brown and gold walls as they sunk to the floor.  

He wrapped his hand around the back of the other's neck, snapping it as if the bone were nothing more than a sliver of wood. Wiping his hand on the dark bottoms of his suit, he made his way towards the middle of the room, where there on a throne of wood and glass sat a man draped in deep green, the trimmings of his tunic lined with gold.

“My Lord.” The young Super bowed mockingly.

The corners of his mouth twitched, the Demon’s Head tsking. “Come now, Jon, is that a proper greeting?”

Hovering above the throne, Jon tilted his chin up towards his and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, before settling down in the lap of his lover. 

“Better, D?”

“Much. Thank you, Habibi. You’ve done well. However, did you really have to do that to my best assassins?”

The green-clad man flicked his eyes towards the slumped bodies scattered in the large room.

“We can always get new ones. If you’ll miss them so much, you are the Demon’s Head. I’m sure you can find some way to bring them back.”

“I suppose. Now, onto more pressing matters. How long do we have?”

Jon’s smile widened innocently. “Expect a family reunion by five o’clock tomorrow.” 

“Splendid. It will be so good to see Father again. Richard as well as the rest of my brethren. I suppose your father and the clone will come as well?”

“Connor. And yeah! I’m so excited to see them again Dami!”

He hugged the other around the neck, careful to mind his super strength. 

“We should sleep now, Beloved. We should be well rested for our big day tomorrow.”

Hands swinging between them, the couple bypassed the mess of bodies below them and headed towards their shared bedroom.

                                                    *****

Afterwards, once bathed and dressed in comfortable nightwear, they curled up together on the large bed, Jon lifting their intertwined hands together, the golden rings adoring them glinting in the moonlight.

“Damian…what if things go wrong tomorrow?”

The older boy laid his head on the younger’s chest, humming softly. 

“They won’t. We’ve ruled the world, Beloved. If by some higher power they manage to capture us, murder thousands more they us, and disband a nation completely loyal to us, well, i think we both know the way that will go. You and I forever, Jon.”

Jon sighed happily, his blue sapphire eyes fluttering shut before pulling out a lead encased sword strap.

“For tomorrow. Just in case.”

Stepping out of bed, Damian pulled the glowing green sword out, pointing it under Jon’s chin.

“You look handsome like this, Habibi.”

Jon made a small noise in response before Damian stepped back, sheathing the sword once again.

The raven haired boy pulled him from the bedside to back under the covers. 

“I love you, Dami.”

“I love you as well, Beloved. I trust that you will do the same for me?”

“Anything you ask, D.”

                                              *****

Battered and bleeding, a group of vigilantes stumbled into the abandoned castle, reveling in their victory. They spread out, patching each other up with whatever they found before scouring the grounds for the ones who started it all.

With a sick feeling in their stomachs, Kon and Tim took over the bedrooms, searching for their corrupted little brothers.

“We can help them, you know. We’ll bring them back, and rehabilitate them.” Tim mumbled.

Kon had stopped, the blood draining from his face as he scanned the rooms from the hallway.

“I..don’t think that will be possible, Rob.”   

They didn't have to enter a room to see the glowing green sword, stained with the drying blood of a kryptonian. A similarly styled sword lay on top, two matching gold rings in the mixed red pool. 

A taunting note lay on the bottom, edged with brown. Half in an elegant script, the other in a familiar scrawl. 

For years to come, the two stood as a memory, serving as a tale to scare the masses, to show an example of vile young love, and to warn those that came after of the ways ambition and devotion could quickly turn to hold malicious intent.

                                               *****

                            You never took us alive.

                  We swore that death would do us part 

                  They’ll call our crimes a work of art

                          You never took us alive

                 We’ll live as ghosts among these streets

                             Lovers and partners

                              Partners in crime

@super-sons-week-2023

[clingonlikeclingwrap]

“Through the Ages”