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ship-to-ship combat by pomeloquat
Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types
03 Jan 2024
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"Clark. What the hell is this," Lois asks, staring at Clark's Bruceman WIP folder. Clark's first instinct is to fly away, but that would still leave his fic on display for her to see. His second instinct is to blast a hole straight through his laptop screen with his heat vision, which isn't much better.
Clark, in an attempt to make some spare cash, unintentionally stumbles into the world of superhero fanfiction, becomes a prolific writer for Gotham's OTP, and tries his best to fend off rival fans who want him to convert to superbat instead. -
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YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
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The FUNNIEST superbat fic in existence (Bruceman4lyf!!!)
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“No, I’m fine, Lo. Just, uh, got a bit of vertigo for a second. Let’s go,” he mumbles, trying to reconcile the warring feelings of happiness for his friend, excitement as a newly-minted Bruceman shipper, and crushing disappointment that he never really had a chance with Batman at all.
“Thank you, Mr. Wayne,” Clark says, taking the pen back while trying to impart all of his myriad feelings through his gaze. Take care of him. Treat him the way he deserves. Give him everything I can’t.
Prove to me that I’m not wrong to trust you with his heart.
Bruce blinks at him, looking slightly nonplussed by his intense eye contact, but he recoups with a friendly smile.
Clark knows so much, and yet, he’ll never know as much as he wants to.
That’s a dream that’s out of reach.
Clark is flattered, as he always is by Superman fanart, but he also feels a little bit wistful. He wishes he could truly be as known as this piece makes him feel. It’s really a testament to Shadow’s ability that it’s eliciting this much emotion.
Shadow did say his favorite was Superman, after all.
If only someone else also felt the same way.
“Thank you. I wish the best for you as well.” Batman glances down at his hands for the briefest of moments, before summoning up one of his rare smiles for Clark. “No matter what happens, nothing between us has to change. World’s Finest to the end.”
“Yep, that’s us.” Clark doesn’t know if he wants to sigh in relief, or cry out in defeated anguish. In the end, he settles for indulging in a friendly grasp of Batman’s shoulder before asking him to explain more about the moonflowers in the next star system. The wound in his heart will take a long time to heal.
It feels the same. The lightness in his chest, the warmth that spreads over his whole body when he hears the hint of laughter in Bruce’s voice. It feels just like it did when Batman let Clark assist him in Gotham for the first time. It feels like the euphoric high of seeing B’s smile after a plan comes to fruition, or the solid comfort of gripping B’s hand in his after a hard won battle.
It feels a whole lot like falling in love.
Just because Bruce prefers the darkness doesn’t mean he forgot how it feels to be graced by sunlight. And yet he thought himself capable of denying himself this for much longer? Conceited fool.
Is that true? Was there some version of reality where this could have been real?
Unlikely. Clark is hiding too many secrets and Bruce has too little trust to spare.
“He was happy when he was with you,” Bruce tells the wind, knowing that Kal will hear.
Bruce is so tired of giving voice to the boundless love that resides in him only to have it dashed apart again and again. He can never be rid of his love, not when it drives each and every one of his actions, but he can choose to hide it away, to keep it close to his chest so it only spills out when he’s been cut too deep.
But Kal gives him hope, and Clark gives him courage.
He brings out the best in Bruce, and isn’t that something worth fighting for? Isn’t it worth opening his heart again?
Clark thinks he could probably build a life with Bruce, as outlandish as the notion might seem to everyone else.
Could he ever have anything like that with Batman?
“Nonsense, Kal,” Batman barks at him, and Clark’s teeth click closed. “You, of all people, deserve to be loved. If…if you aren’t yet ready for a relationship, that’s acceptable. But never dare insinuate that you aren’t worth the pain and effort of love.”
Just as Clark is about to ask if he needs to clarify anything, or if his words got scrambled while leaving his mouth or if suddenly Bruce only understands Québécois French, Bruce says, “I quite like you too.”
“Oh, good,” Clark says automatically, and Bruce cracks a smile.
What kind of melodramatic, uncommunicative, complicated, self-sabotaging, ludicrously ill-socialized asshole would refer to himself that way? What the fuck.
Clark hates him so much.
Clark loves him beyond reason.
Clark is…probably going to strangle him the next time they see each other. Stupid annoying Batman and his stupid theatrical plots.
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Genuinely a masterpiece
It's so beautifully layered . I love it so much
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best identity porn fic everrr 💗