#superman

[noodles-and-tea]

Big fan of when bro hits this pose

[bixels]

Look up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's... Superwoman!

Some character designs I did for a Superwoman concept idea.

[yellenabelova]

#He's the perfect superman

[frownyalfred]

I like to think that Clark's got his Superman persona down pretty well but he still takes cues from Bruce on how to hover more "menacingly" because he's a sunshine alien who flies and hovers like he's excited to be in the air and always constantly drifting toward the sun, and a gentle, bobbing kind of hover isn't what intimidates people. No. What intimidates people when it comes to floating/hovering is:

not moving at all - not even an inch, completely rigid 10-20 feet off the ground (terrifying)

hovering in a way that constantly ripples your cape behind you

moving up and down so slowly, it triggers the "danger" instinct in human brains but not fast enough for them to consciously realize it

quick up-and-down hovering, like a beating heart (bonus points if you time it to the person's heartbeat)

weird tilting/hovering where you slowly tilt forward so your face is closer and your legs start dangling behind you (emphasize height + eyes)

slowly getting farther and farther away (hovering up) so people have to crane their necks to look up at you

hovering just off the ground throughout a conversation + never fully touching down

#1 but from far away, in a spot visible from the person's window, i.e., hovering a block away from their apartment window so they know you're watching, they can see you there

[comickergirl]

I never feel more 'are ya winnin', son???' than when I need to do literally anything on instagram other than post photos, so if you'd like to see my sad attempt at a probably already played-out meme, the reel version of this is over there. XD But I liked the snoot view of Krypto, so here we go!

[24hrsoda]

how do they even end up like this

(ref under the cut)

[waveoftheocean]

identity shenanigans ft. clark's supersniffer 😤

superbat (every)week winter exchange gift for @gravygranola - your prompts were so delightful and i wish i was able to incorporate more of them but i hope you like it regardless!!

also thank you so much to the @superbateveryweek mods for organizing this event 💕💕

[soranatus]

MARILYN MOONLIGHT In Superman (2023) #25, by Dan Mora

[nyukaart]

[bats-and-the-birds]

Situation where Clark has formed a tentative working relationship with Batman, but somewhere in that time, Batman acquired Robin and, naturally, didn't tell him.

Clark finds out about Robin's existence when a ten year old Dick Grayson in full Robin gear breaks into his apartment at two in the morning and shakes him awake because Batman's missing and Alfred's away and Bruce taught him that, in the case of emergency, Superman was one of the only people he could trust. Bruce just didn't think to tell Clark that he was, by all means, his son's emergency contact.

Clark: -wakes up to a small boy that he's never seen or heard of before in a cape and a mask with lenses that reflect light like a cat's perched on the edge of his bed in a pitch black room-

Dick, calmly: Hey, Batman's -- stop screaming -- Batman's missing. I need help.

[noodles-and-tea]

They’re on patrol :)

[frownyalfred]

When Ollie finally realizes one day that Batman is Bruce he just bolts up and starts screaming because he suddenly realized all the hundreds of times Bruce was DEFINITELY completely fucking with him as Batman. Ollie it’s kinda your fault considering how many times you’ve seen his ass naked and also the fact that your oldest sons are best friends? Did you not think it was suspicious that Bruce adopted a child at the same time as a similar looking child became Robin?? OLLIE PLEASE

Clark: please put Ollie out of his misery and just TELL him already.

Bruce, gearing up to make a subtle innuendo at the next Founders meeting that will haunt Ollie for weeks: no

Clark: no?

Bruce: no, this is better

[nightwatchhboy]

oh you can't imagine how it's dear to me

Request:

"Superbat in a 1920's setting meeting in a speakeasy and dancing together"

[superbatsfam]

dick, jason, and tim absolutely read superbat fics together thinking it's hilarious. tim accidentally stumbles across one of jason's secret fics, not knowing he wrote it, and decides they're reading it next. jason is mortified and decides not to reveal it's his fic. they find out from the author's notes though.

a/n: sorry about the late update guys, i got stabbed and had a collapsed lung :/ hopefully the next part will be up tomorrow

a/n: i know it's been forever since i updated, i got murdered, but i'm back now!

a/n: sorry guys my apartment got exploded by the joker but here's part four!! enjoy!

tim and dick: jason?!?!?

[rosemaryhoney27]

A Crown of Time and Themyscira

Diana Pierce was many things.

Ambassador. Warrior. Amazon. Daughter of gods. Guardian of justice.

But a mother?

That had never been part of the plan.

So when Kronos—Clockwork, he called himself now, robed in shifting fabrics of blue and silver, ticking softly with time’s breath—appeared in her Manhattan apartment in the middle of the night, she instinctively reached for the lasso at her hip. What followed wasn’t a fight, but something stranger. Something impossible.

He handed her a baby.

A tiny, squirming bundle wrapped in star-speckled cloth, with wild tufts of black hair and eyes so piercingly blue they glowed. Her first thought, strangely, was: He has my eyes.

Her second was: Who the hell leaves a baby with a demigod warrior princess?

“He is Daniel,” Clockwork said gently, holding up a hand as if calming a storm. “But he will be known across the Realms as Phantom. Your blood recognizes him. That is no coincidence.”

Diana stared at the child, then at Clockwork. “What are you talking about?”

“He is your kin—by spirit if not by flesh. He has been touched by death and time and still survived. His birth parents cannot raise him. Their fate is sealed by the choices they made.”

Diana’s frown deepened, but her arms tightened around the baby automatically. He made a small gurgling sound and blinked up at her. Her heart, hardened by battle and sharpened by duty, squeezed unexpectedly.

“This boy is not just a child,” Clockwork continued. “He is heir to the Infinite Realms, and one day, its king. But the Realms are not kind. Without the right guidance, without strength, compassion, and justice—he will not survive to take that crown. He needs you, Diana.”

She opened her mouth to argue. But then the baby reached up, tiny fingers brushing her chin. His touch was cold, like mist after a storm. And yet there was warmth in him too. She felt it in her very core—he was not human, not fully, and not completely god either. A balance of extremes.

Like her.

“Oh Hera,” she whispered. “What am I supposed to do with you?”

“You will know,” Clockwork said with the faintest smile. “You always do.” Then he vanished, ticking out of time like a skipped heartbeat.

That left Diana—Wonder Woman, daughter of Zeus, Champion of Themyscira—alone in her apartment holding a half-ghost baby apparently destined to rule the afterlife.

The baby hiccuped. Turned intangible for a moment, passing right through the blanket. Diana blinked.

Well, she thought, at least I won’t have to worry about diapers.

Still, she had a new and far more pressing concern.

How the hell was she going to explain this to the Justice League?

“Hey, Bruce, Clark—so, funny story... I have a baby now. No, not mine. A ghost baby. From a time god. He’s going to be a king. I guess I’m a mom now?”

Yeah. That would go over great.

The baby snuggled closer, letting out a tiny sigh that echoed like wind in a cavern. Despite everything—despite the confusion, the chaos, and the sudden crash-course in supernatural parenting—Diana felt something bloom in her chest.

Love. Fierce, immediate, protective.

She didn’t know how she was going to do this. But she would.

Because she was Wonder Woman.

And this was her son now.