dceu_kinkmeme | DCEU Prompt Post #1

Woah, this is beautiful. I'm not OP, but I've been hoping for a fill for this for ages, and this is just great. I'm usually not a big fan of 2nd person, but it works well enough here, and the whole thing is just so, so beautifully written, I love every single sentence.

Often, it's this constancy that sparks the anger, sets off the fulminations in your head. It gets you thinking about how you'll turn back to earth someday, be nothing but ash and dirt while Clark will remain for centuries, maybe, millennia, eons, until the sun expands into a red giant--and how here, in this moment, you can't leave a mark on him that lasts any longer than an exhale.
This is so great. And then the bit about Bruce kissing the heated skin. Oh, and I love this here: You know what grief feels like. It isn't quite like this, but it's something that needs to be weathered, regardless. It can't be allayed by gentle words or fingers in your hair, as much as Clark always tries. It doesn't leave, only changes, steadily transmuting back into a slow anger, as inexorable as a lava flow.

And also, Bruce basically making Clark think of the kryptonite himself, cunning as always. ;D And holy shit, but the actual branding scene with the kryptonite is so fucking hot.

That ending, though, my heart! You broke it thoroughly, anon, I hope you're proud of yourself. I like that some kind of scar actually remains and that Bruce feels less possessive about it than reassured that Clark will remember him. Awwwww. Feels in my porn makes for the best porn. <3 Thanks for writing this!

Oh, anon, this is SO INTENSE, I don't even know what to say. orz The detachment of second person is so perfect for Bruce here, I love it, and the obsessive undertones suit his movieverse characterization so incredibly well. I was expecting to fill this space with yammering about how even the simplest descriptions here are somehow incredibly hot (Clark trembling, good god), but the ending's pushed all that aside in favor of wrecking me somewhere a little deeper. Which is to say: thank you so much for writing this and sharing it, and I may now need to go cry for a little bit somewhere quiet.

I'm repeating all the other anons, but then you deserve to hear this again, so. :D Awesome fill! Love Bruce working his way through the plan step-by-step, love his inward observations of the game he outwardly is playing as hard as anybody, and love love love the ending. OH BRUCE. THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH PLANNING CAN DO. :DDDDDDDDD Just delightful!

Things escalate a bit during their angry/violent sex, with Bruce goading Clark into roughing him up more and more and Clark going along with it and eventually losing control because he's enjoying this as much as Bruce. Slapping him, choking him, holding him down, manhandling him, bruising him up, fucking him so often and for so long that Bruce literally passes out from exhaustion (and then slapping him awake again to fuck him some more) etc. Please no serious injuries, though.

Afterwards Clark is wrecked with guilt because he thinks he went too far, and Bruce is way too terrible at communication to comfort him immediately, so Clark can keep angsting for a while. Would prefer if this was during their first time/one of their first times, not deep into an established relationship.

Clark is still hesitant to trust Batman. He decides to spy on Bruce to better understand the man behind the mask. What he didn't expect was to run into the rest of the batfamily along the way.

or that time when Superman discovers that Batman has a family.

bonus if Dick shows up and is just the biggest troll

I'd love some clark/bruce but this could work with gen too.

Alpha Clark is courting Omega Bruce but his advances are never taken seriously because a) their age difference b) his guilt and c) Bruce already sworn off having serious relationships due to his past experiences. And it frustrates not only Clark but also those around them.

Anything is fine, as long as the end game is Alpha!Diana and Omega!Steve Trevor got together.

Bruce gets captured and raped and maybe tortured by one of his villains (maybe Joker? but I have no preference, though I'd prefer if it was a guy, and please no permanent injuries). Of course he pretends afterwards that he's perfectly fine, that his wounds just need to heal and then he'll be back on his feet, he's not traumatised or mentally scarred or whatever, nope, not him.

Of course it's bullshit and he's actually even more of a fucked up, nightmare-riddled mess than before. Clark wants to help, but he's not sure how to get through to Bruce. Established relationship is fine, them being just allies/friends and only getting together after this is fine, too.

This is my kind of prompt. I would love to see this filled. *whispers* I'm working on something similar, but it's just bits in pieces set in the au

OP is super excited to hear this, I would love to read even something similar that doesn't exactly follow this prompt. :D So I hope some of those bits and pieces will get shared some day. :D

Oh wow, thank you! I wanted to do a humor piece, and this being the kinkmeme, I felt a little abashed that I'm not exactly the best kink/smut/porn writer. (LOOK AT ME BLUSH AS I WRITE THE MOST AWKWARD SEX EVER. Okay. Maybe not RIGHT now. But it's going to happen. And soon.) So I was like, "hey mini-fill, how can this go wrong?"

I don't think this is a mini-fill anymore, as I consider writing a part two and three to this fill. xD

I am so glad that you agree, because I was like 'KEEP WRITING WORDS UNTIL SUPERBAT HAPPENS DAMNIT, OKAY, I GOT BRUCE THE VERBAL EQUIVALENT OF BLUSHING THIS IS AS GOOD AS IT'S GOING TO GET FOR MY FIRST SUPERBAT.'

Thank you so much for reading & commenting. All of you very lovely nonnies convinced me that a) this wasn't horrible and b) wouldn't get me laughed off of AO3.

*offers a totally free, totally awesome hug*

YES, OH THANK YOU FOR THIS NONNY. Irreverent. That's exactly the tone I was trying to nail. Something about Ben Affleck as Bruce Wayne really pushes hard on my cynical/jaded/funny buttons. I think I've watched him in too many Kevin Smith movies, because I just love this man's acting.

(And I think that some British inflected humor soaked in, and if it did, I blame it entirely on Alfred. ENTIRELY.)

I mentioned it upthread, but all of the lovely responses here convinced me that I could post this off anon on AO3 and not get laughed out of the fandom on my very first try, so I must send the hearts back you for commenting. It really lifted my spirits. <3 x thank you kindly!

This was the hugest ego-boost, nonny. I'm not generally a writer; I'm an artist, and when I DO write, I crank out the angst. To an almost hilarious degree. But the defining essence of superbat, and comics media in general is humor. Dark, dry, bitter, cynical, irreverent, just... ANY kind of humor. I may in fact have indulged a little hard in it for this fill, but Ben Affleck's voice is one that I associate really strongly with the work he's done with Kevin Smith. So I channeled the Batfleck, and this is where I ended up. It's a crazy, crazy world nonny. THANK YOU FOR JOINING ME IN IT.

HEADS UP, TWIRL HUG INCOMING (THAT IS IF YOU WANT IT).

*Hugs, twirls you around*

Thank you so much nonny! 8D

Snyder is definitely a guy who's committed to his aesthetic. God bless him and all his unwitting(?) homoeroticism! :D

Thank you nonnie <3

Someone definitely needs to fill that wall sex prompt, right??

I think all incarnations of Bruce are obsessive, but BvS Bruce is like... to a fault. Dude needs to chill.

Thank you :DDD I have a thing for obsessive characters who you would realistically expect to sublimate/elide their feelings a lot, so BvS Bruce is a delight. Makes the porn a little weird sometimes, but hey what can ya do :P

Ahaha, yes, his fantasies about "fighting" Clark. Oh, Bruce.

Oh, and that rut against the wall? Sounds super hot and should totally be a fic of its own. ;D

*leans over, whispers WRITE IT* :D

Thank you, anon!

Aah, I know second-person ain't everyone's cuppa so I was taking a risk, so thank you for reading in the first instance. At least it wasn't very porny-porn? :D

I am truly sorry for your heart anon, I promise to mend it by posting absolutely filthy smut in the near future, ok <3

I love second person SO MUCH and it burns that it's the red-headed stepchild of PoVs, hahaha.

Thank you so much and I'm sorry for the unmitigated angst, anon. I hope your heart is recovered <3

So what if Kryptonian reproduction worked the same way as in Omegaverse, but poor Clark is the only Kryptonian left. If Clark was an Omega and suddenly went into heat, well, all of the heat suppressants blew up along with Krypton, and the only other person who knows about Clark's unique physiology is his mother. I want Clark to go into heat in the middle of a battle and Bruce has to take him back to the fortress, thinking he's sick or dying, and Clark has to explain everything to Bruce. Bruce had wondered why Clark took 4-5 days off every couple of months and holed himself up in his fortress, but turns out he'd been suffering through these awful heats alone. Whether or not they have sex is up to you, est relationship or not, I just want Clark to be The Only Omega Left and struggling with it.

Yes, please!

Yesssssss

Sorry for the double post, folks. The first attempt ate a huge chunk out of the middle.

*-*-*

The satellite streaks through the sky like divine fucking retribution. The center mass loses cohesion as it plunges towards the city, fragments igniting into fireballs. It’s breath-taking for anyone not in their immediate path. In a world where atmospheric reentry had happened at a more favorable angle, devastation wouldn’t rain down a second time on the husk of Wayne Tower, but Bruce has already mentally calculated the point of impact: ground zero will be twenty meters west of them. Plus or minus. Bruce takes a moment to register his disbelief (two figures grappling as they fall from the sky; men? gods? aliens?) and stores that information for later.

Twenty years in Gotham, the instinct is deeper than bone: protect the citizens. They're vulnerable, and even if they aren't his, the Bat will not fail them.

He’s already in motion, screaming to the helpers to evacuate the area, as fast as you can, the tower won't survive another hit. He cradles the girl to his chest as he sprints through the dust-choked street. He doesn't have to outrun the debris; he just has to reach cover that won't be pulverized in the shock wave. Something underground.

A clap of thunder rends the air, and wind stirs up the smoke. Something has struck ground ahead of the debris… he can’t care about that right now.

Breathing’s hard. The girl coughs. “Hold your breath,” he barks at her, ignoring his own advice. His lungs burn from the soot, but he gulps in more air and puts on a burst of speed.

The streets appear deserted from the first evacuation, but Bruce takes nothing for granted. Who knows who might have sheltered in these buildings after the first attack? Carrying over the eerie calm, Bruce shouts. Evacuate the area, get out of here, Anyone who’s left, take cover.

A fluorescent subway sign juts out of the twisting wreckage. He changes direction. "This way!" he bellows, in case anyone has followed them through the ash.

He skids to a halt in front of the sign, and god help him, if he hadn’t been angry before, he’s angry now. The distinctive green stairs of the subway are buried under rubble; Metropolis Bank’s shoddy LexCorp construction has splintered on impact, completely blocking off the underground entrance. A tri-city meeting about building codes flashes before Bruce’s eyes. Lex’s extremely bored face and who-me? eyeroll, and he sees red.

Bruce crouches down, drops the girl as gently as he can, and wrenches a steel beam out of their path.

Not enough, he's not enough.

Then there’s a second set of hands on the next girder (thick as a tree, no amount of adrenaline is going to help him move this), hands so small that his heart clenches involuntarily.

Locking eyes with the girl, Bruce offers the best approximation of calm authority he can manage under the circumstances. “What's your name?” he grits out.

“Jae,” she says. “Can we move it?”

“No,” he says, because it’s true. They’re out of time. “Jae, brace for impact. Like this.” Bruce mimes hunching into a ball. “Now. Brace now.”

Jae doesn’t look scared anymore, she looks determined. Hunching into a ball, they seek cover in a small junction of concrete slabs. Bruce doesn't even bother to protect his neck as he tucks Jae into the meager shelter of his body.

He feels the hot exhale of impact on his neck.

This is it.

The Bat bitterly regrets not wearing the undersuit today; even a thin layer of Nomex might insulate the girl better than a goddamn waistcoat. A dark part of Bruce that he thought buried in Nanda Parbat demands that he turn, face his death honorably, but Gotham's trained him for this, too.

*-*-*

The air changes. His body feels lighter, somehow, stripped of everything but certainty and terror.

Bruce Wayne is certain he is going to die.

Bruce Wayne is terrified that he will die here, now, when the world will need Batman the most.

He can feel Jae shaking in his arms.

He hasn’t kept in touch with the faith of his parents; beyond the streets there would either be some transcendental meaning, or only the earth.

An old scrap of poetry floats into mind, the best prayer he can summon. “Heart of the city, protect us,” he mumbles. Melodramatic last words, but he’s got nothing else.

*-*-*

Jae gasps. She’s twisted in his arms, staring out over his shoulder. Chunks of mortar shutter, then levitate. Bruce grunts wetly under the shockwave’s pressure. It feels like he’s holding up the weight of a star.

The shockwave slams into their concrete shelter, and vaporizes the masonry. Lightning and ozone, an acrid burning scent peels off his flesh. Bruce cries out in pain--

--The guttural cry dies in Bruce's throat when he realizes that they’re still there. Him and Jae. The explosion has ripped apart their meager shelter and--passed around them?

Bruce jerks his head just in time to see a red and blue body slide off of his, cape spread around them like wings… and the alien kneels before him, like an angel kneeling on Judgement Day, before hell and all of its demons break loose.

*-*-*

Clark relaxes his grip and sits back on his heels; the man and the child are safe. He’s not sure, but he probably looks dumbstruck to them. Clark… hadn’t known he could do that before he’d tried.

In the eye of the World Engine, his body had altered his gravity field to withstand the immense pressure of the terraforming signal. Extending the field through touch? Spotting them on the ground, in the path of the shockwave, while he fell at 65,000 mph through the earth’s atmosphere? Miraculous.

Clark had had to fling Zod far enough away to give him the precious seconds to save lives.

Clark’s loathe to let go, but the man is giving him a murderous look. Fingers slip out of contact with the broad muscled back, and Clark’s bio-electrical field contracts with a gentle pingpingping on the edge of his enhanced hearing.

He forgets himself for a moment, and meets the man’s thin, hard grimace with a lopsided grin.

The man actually frowns in response.

Maybe corporate types don’t understand the concept of smiling, Clark thinks. What did Clark know; in his life, he’d only ever spent approximately minutes (or however long he’d defended Metropolis against Zod) in a big city.

Zod catches him upside the head with a steel girder, and, yeah, that was going to hurt.

“Excuse me,” he says weakly to his rescues, and then he’s back in the thick of the brawl with Zod.

They collide in the air, across the city, twisting through the air like a crazed corkscrew. Time slows as they move faster than the human eye can process. Seconds later, they return to the scene of Clark’s save. Zod lunges sloppily. For all of his talk of the soldier’s life, it’s clear to Clark that Zod has fought short, decisive battles. Whatever edge his training gave him is waning, and it’s sheer bloody-mindedness keeping him on his feet.

Clark spots an opening. Lightning fast, his arm is at Zod’s throat choking him. Bucking wildly in the grip, Zod tries to throw him off. Clark knows his rescues are close, but he can’t see where, exactly, until Zod wrenches in Clark’s arm to face them. The man’s crouched down, but blocking the girl, and he is as still as stone.

“Krypton is dead,” Zod rages at Kal-El. “You KILLED it.”

“You can stop,” Clark says, feeling the bones in the General’s neck grind under his hands.

"If you love these people so much,” Zod hisses, “you can mourn them."

Heat drenches Clark’s hands as the Zod’s heat vision crackles beneath the skin of his eyes, erupting in a fountain of scarlet that Zod angles inexorably towards the two huddled humans. Clark understands that Zod means to kill them, to show him just how futile his efforts to save humanity had been.

No, Clark cries out harshly. Stop. You can stop. Zod!

“This is the fate you chose for all of them, when you chose Earth,” Zod screams.

And then there’s no choice left. And then. And then it’s over. Zod’s lifeless body slips to the pavement.

*-*-*

Was that how he’ll die, Bruce wonders, crushed by a god in view of his shattered tower? That made him laugh, out loud and helpless: you're so fucked, he whispered to himself. Or the alien, who knew.

The being known as Kal-El looks down at him, a reverse of their earlier tableau. For an alien, his expressions read incredibly human. He knows this one, the bleakness and vulnerability of it (Bruce promises himself to think about when after this is over).

The explosion and all of its aftermath feel distant, as though Bruce is running a red-level event simulation at his workstation in the Batcave, not protectively sheltering a child in the middle of Metropolis’ commercial core. Compartmentalizing his own tangle of emotions, he turns his focus to the problem at hand: one super-powered alien who might be an enemy or an ally, but who was certainly capable of killing.

“Kal-El,” he says. His voice sounds like shit.

The alien stares through him.

“Kal-El,” he repeats, then stops.

The alien makes a small broken noise, then closes his eyes, tips his head back, and pours his grief and rage into the sky. And Bruce gets it, crystal clear. The present runs away from us, fast as it can, towards some vanishing point; and it takes everything--(your concentration, your love, your dedication, your family)--everything not to lose sight in the mad scramble for the future.

The alien, Kal-El is sobbing like a man who has lost everything.

His grief makes him seem so impossibly young.

A crack appears in that mask Bruce pulls over his emotions. “You tried, son,” quieter than anyone should have been able to hear. But the alien looks at him, shocked.

Bruce stands up, and pulls Kal-El into a rough hug. A few moments later, he feels Jae wrap her arms around both of them at waist-height. Kal-El allows himself to indignity of this rough and somewhat snot-filled touch (Jae is sobbing. Bruce’s eyes are suspiciously watery, the nerves of the day finally catching up with him). The alien does not bring up his arms to return the gesture. Bruce doesn’t let go. None of the questions that he’d use to soothe a grieving person seem to apply, and those that he might want to use seem incredibly insincere in a city that’s still smoking from his battle.

“Where are your people?” Bruce tries, hoping the answer will be better than the one Jae gave him earlier about her mother.

“I exiled them. We’re--safe. We’re all safe.” Kal says numbly.

“You chose Earth,” Bruce repeats, slotting that answer into place.

“Why are you hugging me,” Kal asks, finally.

“Frankly?”

Kal nods, his face losing a small bit of its abstraction.

“Because you can destroy buildings with your eyes,” Bruce says earnestly. “I thought it’d be a good strategy to make nice while I’m not fireproof.”

Kal rears back in his grip, and gives him one of the most bewildered looks he’s seen. Jae pinches Bruce’s leg, and gives him a sour look.

It hits Bruce then: they’re alive. Twice today they faced death.

It’s all so surreal that Bruce finds himself against all odds, with a half-crooked smile, as Jae scowls at him like they’re family.

Whatever the alien’s looking for in his face, he finds it; Kal’s disbelief melts into something that looks closer to gratitude, and his arms circle his shoulders tentatively. Kal returns the gesture with an incredible gentleness. Today must be a day of miracles, as Bruce Wayne discovers that he is someone who can embrace a grieving god, and mean it.

[Mild spoilers for the extended cut of BvS]

So in the extended cut we see Clark going to Gotham to investigate a bit more about the Batman, talking to people about him and so on. I'd love to see Batman - who has no idea that Clark is Superman- deciding to intimidate Clark and scare him off because he wants Clark to stay out of Gotham. Both because Bruce doesn't need the heat and because he doesn't want this idiot reporter to get himself killed on Gotham's streets.

Maybe he has to have a talk with Clark several times because Clark doesn't stop showing up (Clark just feels validated in his opinion on the Batman, who threatens reporters trying to do their jobs)? Maybe one of those talks ends with Batman lifting Clark up against a wall and fucking him hard in a dark alley? :D

DCEU Prompt Post #1

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