#vampire bruce

[dianorayopi]

The queen of his king au - pt1

[joekitsu]

Thinking about vamp superbat got me kicking my feet and shi frfr let's do drabble time

"Oh, sweetheart."

The rustle of heavy curtains was the only indication of Clark's arrival, Blue-red clad figure forming in the bedroom like an omen. His bright blue gaze caught on the form quivering on the bed, all wrapped up in blankets and self imposed agony. Only a tuft of black hair was visible from under the blanket heap, weary little sighs and gasps of pain audible only to the ears of a god.

"Alfred told me you haven't drunk anything this week."

Clark's feet didn't touch the floor as he moved to the side of the bed, strong arms reaching over to pull the cold body from under his hiding spot. With minimum struggle, Bruce emerged from the heap, gemstone eyes glazed over in a cloud of hunger and face twisted in a pained grimace. Clark could only huff in bemusement at his stubborn lover, so against his own happiness, so rebellious in seeking comfort.

Seating himself on the bed, Clark pulled Bruce’s body into his lap, holding his cold, cold wrists in his own bigger hands. The pulse under that pale skin did not jump, his body temperature did not change, nothing seemed to show how the proximity affected him.

Except for the flush high on his cheeks, ruby red against the moon-pale skin of his face, cold blood flowing like smears of lipstick across his lover's visage. The Red went deeper, unfading, down his chin, down his neck and into his unbeating chest. His lover did not sweat, he did not breathe heavily, he did not cry out. He only coloured himself in hues of red for him. Let his vision cloud in mercury silver for him.

"You should've asked me earlier. Why didn't you ask me? You know I would've-"

"I know." A quiet, barely audible voice drifted in the air. "I know you would've let me. I can't ask that of you."

A moment of hesitance followed by impulse; Clark pushed Bruce into the crook of his neck, right against where the carotids would be, a river of warm lifeblood ripe for the taking. Bruce gasped, sub-audible for anyone who wasn't Clark, mouth falling open as his fangs outgrew their holdings. Saliva dripped from petal-soft lips, harsh panting breaths hitting impenetrable skin, teasing something that would never happen. A deep flash of disappointment curled in Clark's guts at that thought; what he wouldn't give to have Bruce sink his fangs into his neck, his wrist, his body.

"Clark- Clark please-"

"I know Bruce, I know."

It was a torturous tease for them both, for those fangs could not dig into where they wanted to, couldn't bring forth a gushing fountain of sun-blessed sustenance from his most vulnerable spot. The smell of ozone, petrichor and bergamot settled like molasses over Bruce's tongue, thick and heady over the copper iron of fresh flowing blood. A hint of a pink tongue traced over the artery, dragged over the sun warmed skin, hoping, praying for the faintest taste after a week of starvation.

Clark broke first; he always would, Bruce was simply too in-control of himself to succumb to his desires. The Son of Krypton had never had enough patience for teasing. Wide palms spread over Bruce's flanks, his thighs, his back, caressing and pulling the man away from his neck. He ignored the tiny whine with all his might, holding the vampire at half an arm's length. He took a moment to admire the sight in front of him; gleaming silver irises barely visible around dilated pupils, lipstick smear blush over aristocratic cheeks, inky strands of hair falling over his face like tendrils of the darkness he so loved, flashing fangs in an open petal mouth panting and calling for mercy, calling some iteration of his name.

His moon kissed deity, this nighttime prince in front of him shivered with every passing moment they shared space, shared air, breaths leaving one to enter the other. For a moment, Clark felt like the ravenous blood-craving beast of the two of them, aching to be one with Bruce, aching to fit himself into the cavities of his heart, aching to just be.

This must be what Adam saw in Eve. This must be what God saw in man, his own imperfect image.

A sharp sting, self infliction of teeth and warm Crimson beaded on his cracked lips. He watched Bruce’s eyes grow impossibly wider, lips quivering with the urge to surge forth and partake. He could feel the tremors where he held him, the clench of supple thighs on his own, the tremble of his muscles as he held himself perfectly still, even now waiting for permission. As if Clark wasn't already his, as if he didn't already hold his entire being in those willowy palms of his. As if he wasn't a dog brought to heel with a single damn word.

"Kal El."

Temptation made flesh; the beasts long for their feast.

"Drink, beloved."

Lips crashed together, a debauched show of adoration. There was no finesse, no technique. Only ravenous, ravenous hunger. They found rapture in each other's mouths and they swallowed down the essence greedily. Carnal desire spilled from their skin, furthering the flames of affection and devotion.

Tomorrow, they would each go their own ways. The Man of Steel to his gleaming skyscrapers and the edge of the world; the Dark Knight to the embrace of the night and Gotham's violent waters. Bruce would yet again deny himself satisfaction. Clark would once again push till he gave in. Tomorrow, they would wake in each other's embrace dreaming of sweet rapture.

Tonight, tonight they were one.

@murmeloni I hope this is to your liking 🤭

@cheriecelestial come get your food

[fuckyeahfanfictions]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU - Comicverse, Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Bruce Wayne Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Dark, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Canon, Don't copy to another site Series: Part 1 of Enthrall Summary:

The master's eyes are blue and clear – but Tim doesn't think that he's the person Bruce is seeing.

[bruciemilf]

Need a the Waynes Lived AU where Martha’s a vampire. She snuck in a Wayne Gala for a potential late night snack, but Thomas thought she was a socialite.

“So, what do you do?”

“I drain people of their life sources.”

“Oh, you’re a CEO too?”

She can’t drink Thomas’ blood because he smokes too much, the baggy eyes indicate long nights spent on his feet during surgery, which means it’ll taste bitter, and she saw him drown 10 whiskey shots in one go.

It’s a taste thing, nothing against him.

He is, how ever, very handsome, and she decided she’ll be his house cat for the time being. Fast forward two years later and they have a vampire cherub of a baby named Bruce.

Babies usually don’t come out with fangs and tiny bat wings, so, yeah. His wife’s a vampire. Cool.

“How come I’ve never seen your wife outside during the daytime, Tom??”

“How come I’ve never seen you mind your own fucking business?”

[gothamite-rambler]

Duke Thomas: What’s your biggest fear?

Jason Todd: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone.

Tim Drake: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back.

Dick Grayson: Vampires.

Jason Todd: ...

Tim Drake: ...

Dick Grayson: I got turned into one once and nearly killed peoples. It's a bloodlust, you never know when you'll be fully quenched and every non-vampire is a succulent vessel... But I'm not a vampire anymore and that is in my past.

Dick eats his apple after that.

*silence*

Duke Thomas: Holy crap stick, Batman.

Tim: Can I change my option to Dick Grayson?

Jason: Same.

[remcadll]

Monkey's Paw

[batboopp]

batman has gotta be one of my favorite heroes only because he’ll go through the most borderline traumatic series of events possible where he may or may not have proved an afterlife existed just to drive away in his stupid fucking batcar with his stupid fucking bat ears peeking out

[gffa]

Jason Todd is an annoying little brother, your honor, and I LOVE HIM.

[violent138]

Bruce definitely trained all the Robins to abandon him if things got bad. He'd give them scenarios like him trapped under something in a fire, hypothermic conditions, he's too injured, and they need to get information to Lucius, and the list goes on. And to date, the only bit of training his kids have continually failed, whether in simulation or practice, is failing to leave him behind.

[dianorayopi]

The lady of the house au - extra scene 1

Jason finds it strange how easy is for the lady to convince his brother to do anything.

[hehether]

Reverse! AU where most of them don't have no killing code, and Jason is a priest 🧍‍♂️

Vampire king Dick's dad was Edward Cullen Battinson trust me

[mr-viwick]

felt brave enough to post this

[bet-on-me-13]

Vampire Misunderstanding

So! Danny got adopted by Bruce Wayne, but he doesn't know that Bruce is the Batman. He is just supernaturally oblivious to all things Batman related going on in the House.

But he does notice that Bruce leaves home a lot at night, that he doesn't like to go out in the day and often has his parties at night, and once or twice he's caught Bruce with a bit if blood still splattered on his cheek.

So he comes to the only plausible conclusion. Bruce is a Vampire.

He starts trying to hint at the fact that he knows, but doesn't want to just go out and say it. What if Bruce reacts negatively to him knowing? He's dealt with enough Supernatural Beings to know that they don't like other people (and especially other supernatural beings) intruding on their lives.

So Danny decided to subtly hint at it.

He started asking questions like "So hypothetically, how would you deal with having a Garlic Allergy in Gotham?" Or "So if you had very sensitive skin that could sunburn extremely easily, how much cloud cover would you need to go outside?" And "So what's your opinion on a High-Iron Diet?"

Basically just tossing out questions and trying to Guage Bruce's reaction.

He thinks he's doing a good job!

...

Bruce is certain that he has adopted a Vampire.

Danny is a good kid, but he has a few oddities that are hard to ignore.

For one, his skin is constantly Ice Cold, but he never seens to be bothered by it. As if he was an Undead that didn't require Body Heat anymore.

He also seems to like Hanging out in the Graveyard outside, and when asked about it he says that he is comforted by the place. Just like the Vampires he has met in the past, who feel comfortable when surrounded by Death.

And of course the biggest reason for suspicion is the fact that Danny seems to be hinting at it to him.

He keeps asking stuff like "How would you deal with a Garlic Allergy in Gotham?", probably trying to hint that he is a Vampire who can't eat Garlic, or asking about easy to sunburn skin, saying that he is probably not a Daywalker.

Bruce hopes Danny will just come clean about it soon, he doesn't want to intrude upon the kid when he is so obviously nervous about how he will react.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Danny Phantom: Yeah, I totally sensed that the Joker is already a ghost. He may have even been one for the entire time he's worked in Gotham. Why do you want to know? Bruce "its not murder if they're already dead" Wayne: No reason.

[soranatus]

Talia & Bruce + Gothic/vampire au Edited from illustrations by Harry Borgman for Bram Stoker's Dracula (1974)

[flwrkid14]

I’m just saying—Tim should have a full-blown obsession with Danny’s ridiculously sharp, pointy canines.

Like, I’m talking every single night, Tim is practically begging for it, especially when it comes to his neck. Maybe Tim has a thing for his neck being sensitive, but he’ll just tilt his head, exposing his throat, knowing Danny could bite just a little deeper and break skin if he wanted to. And the best part? Tim trusts him completely. He knows Danny could draw blood if he wanted to, but the fact that he doesn’t, that Danny holds back out of love, out of care, worried for him, reassuring that he won't hurt him—ugh, chef’s kiss

But also, the bite marks are like a grounding thing for Tim. On the nights where his brain is a mess, when he can’t get out of his head, those marks are like proof. Proof that he’s wanted. That he’s loved so deeply by someone as incredible as Danny, who’s more than happy to leave little reminders all over Tim’s skin that say: ‘He’s mine. I’ve got him. He’s cared for.’ (even if thats not what people initially think of when they see them)

And imagine Tim walking into the Batcave, totally casual, covered in bite marks and bruises that are definitely purple enough to be noticed. Dick and Bruce? Immediately freaking out because they think he’s been attacked by some rogue. But no, this is just Tim, grinning like an idiot, strolling in so happy because those bites aren’t from some enemy. No, they’re from Danny. And Tim’s never felt more loved in his life