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  1. Public Bookmark 3

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    In the end, it all comes down to bad timing.

    At least, that’s what Bruce tells himself as he writhes helplessly on the Penguin’s lap, fingers flexing beneath the ragged edge of his shirtsleeves as he grasps desperately onto the man’s jacket.

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    29 Oct 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 8

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    He’s barely stepped into his apartment when he’s being shoved up against the door, a black ball-gag stuffed in his mouth, and he’s about to fight back before he realizes what is happening. The goddamn Batman — no, Bruce Wayne, because he’s out of costume for some fucking reason — is in his apartment. Is pinning him to his door and fastening a gag around his head, and for what?

    for kinktober 2025 day twenty-four: gags

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    25 Oct 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 32

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    Bruce shifts slightly, spreading his legs further apart. “I think you fucked my balance out of me.” With each word, Clark can see the muscles in Bruce’s groin twitch. There’s cum and lube dripping down his thighs, and with each pulse more and more white slips out of Bruce’s hole.

    "God Bruce, you look…" Clark can't find the words to describe what he’s seeing.

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    25 Oct 2025

  4. Public Bookmark 7

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    It's hard to finish sentences, I'll sell my pride instead
    'Cause it's easier to focus, I'm just the price above my head
    People think I'm pretty, so I'll buy a hotel room
    One bed trope without the tension, the child and her groom
    I fucked the reaper 'cause I knew my time had come, why can't you see?
    I didn't die at 12, I guess I'm here 'til 93
    I'd do anything for 20 bucks, I'd sell my sour soul
    'Cause lemonade is bitter, 'til you sweeten up the bowl
    I'm sitting in the bathroom, I'm crying citrus tears
    Everything I used to love decayed over the years

    - Unsweetened Lemonade, Amélie Farren

    Bruce gets deaged in a fight, doesn't know what's going on, but he's not really bothered, he's too numb for that.

    Whumptober prompt fill for Day 8 “dissociation”, Day 16 “repressed trauma”, Day 24 “amnesia”

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    23 Oct 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 6

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    "Sorry, Clark. It was worth it, though." All the battles he's won in his life, all the victories — none of them matter next to this one. Next to giving himself up and taking Clark's place. He wishes he could tell Clark that.

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    When aliens come looking for prey to hunt, they choose Clark. Bruce has other ideas.


    Whumptober 2025 Day Twenty-Two: "All the battles I want to win, nothing matters but giving in." Self-Sacrifice | Collar | Hunted for Sport

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    23 Oct 2025