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DCEU Prompt Post #1

Welcome to Round One of the DCEU Kink Meme!

Please have a look at the extended rules here.

The important rules in short:
  • Post anonymously.
  • Negative comments on other people's prompts (kink-shaming, pairing-bashing etc.) and personal attacks of any kind will not be tolerated.
  • One prompt per comment. Warnings for common triggers and squicks are encouraged, but not required.
  • Prompts should follow the format: Character/character, prompt.
  • Keep prompts to a reasonable length; prompts should not be detailed story outlines.
  • No prompt spamming.

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Prompt, write, draw, comment, and most importantly have fun! Please link to your fills on the fill post.

Here's the discussion post for all your non-prompt/fill needs.

We now have a non-DCEU prompt post for any prompts in other 'verses (comics, animated series, other movies or TV shows etc.).

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Re: Fill: Cover Charge, Clark Kent/Matches Malone, undercover as a stripper

(Anonymous) 2016-08-15 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, anon, I am so late with this and so sorry, but I LOVE YOUR SLEAZY PORN SO MUCH and this was just glorious. I love the close Matches POV/thought patterns, this whole thing was so hilarious and perfect, and then of course it turned SMOKING HOT on a dime, which speaks to its brilliance. And I should say all kinds of other things but right now I'm stuck on CLARK, YOU DEAR DARLING DWEEB. What a great closing line, augh, so silly and yet so sweet, a perfect joke and yet also so true. ♥ This was so fantastic - thank you for sharing it!

Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (18/?)

(Anonymous) 2016-08-15 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Author!nonny, I love so much about this, it's hard to pick favorites. I love how you've continued the theme of forgiveness. Bruce feels the forgiveness when Clark comes to him, but then again he can't be pre-emptively forgiven when he hasn't even confessed. Bruce wants SO MUCH to skip that messy middle section. Can't the part where Clark was dead already have been the hard part, he thinks?

And it's such an OH BRUCE moment, because Clark is already doing the hard work of forgiving Batman without knowing the entire picture. LIKE BRUCE YOU WOULD HAVE MADE THIS SO MUCH EASIER ON YOURSELF IF CLARK HAD THE WHOLE PICTURE, YOU MAGNIFICENT ASSHOLE. <33333

but of course if he did that, we wouldn't get such amazing identity porn, so on second thought, bruce, don't do that yet. Clark's working out his feelings for both of you. Um. Just. Be kind to the boy when he DOES work it out yes/no?

This is so sweet, author-nonny. The way that Bruce just can't take that last step to give himself the easy out. At least Bruce's love of suffering and his inability to deny himself any longer has created the perfect storm to make Bruce REALLY suffer, huh? xD

Wonderful as always, thank you so much for sharing this with us because ALL OF THE FEELINGS REQUIRE YELLING AT BRUCE THROUGH YOUR WRITING. <33333

Bruce/Clark, pet names

(Anonymous) 2016-08-15 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
It starts with Bruce's playboy persona jokingly calling Clark pet names like "babe", "sweetheart", etc., but Clark finds he likes it, and it turns into something real.

Griggs/Joker non-con

(Anonymous) 2016-08-15 10:59 am (UTC)(link)
Literally, anything with bottom!griggs in a non-con situation with Joker.

Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part twelve p2

(Anonymous) 2016-08-15 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry it's taken me so long to reply to this!!! I didn't check back for some time, and was just having a quick flick through and saw this!

Thank you so much!! I'm SO glad you enjoyed it :D

Re: Griggs/Joker non-con

(Anonymous) 2016-08-15 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
YES SECONDED!! I thought the exact same thing when I saw them interact >;]

Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (18/?)

(Anonymous) 2016-08-15 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
/o\ :D I MEAN, YOU GUYS KNOW ALL THE VERSES BY NOW.

♥ Thank you, anon - glad you aren't sick of it! ;)

Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (18/?)

(Anonymous) 2016-08-15 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
PLEASE KEEP INDULGING YOURSELF AND THEREBY ALL OF US

/o\ :D I WILL AS LONG AS IT KEEPS WORKING. I just continue to be so glad that you guys are willing to watch me roll around in this for as long as I want, because sweet baby jesus this is long. D:

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD GO WRONG. WHAT COULD GO WRONG. EVERYTHING'S FINE. /o\

And how relieved Bruce is to see him, and how he loses it the moment Clark kisses and touches him, aksjbfjkhgbdfjhgbdjgd

Maximum pining Bruce! ALWAYS. :D Seriously, though, thank you so much - I'm enjoying Bruce and all his messed-up desperate feelings a totally ridiculous amount, but of course it would ALL BE FOR NAUGHT if you weren't enjoying it too, OP. ♥

Haha, and oh, god, I want to just paste everything you said back at you, but I SHALL RESIST. /o\ POOR CLARK. OH BRUCE. And I'm doubly glad you liked the polo lie! That was an eleventh-hour bolt of inspiration. :D And I know I keep saying this over and over, but I'm just so thrilled and also relieved that you're still enjoying this so very much, OP, it makes my heart glad! I only hope I can stick the landing. ;D ♥ ♥ ♥

NO U

Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (18/?)

(Anonymous) 2016-08-15 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He denies himself so much, and he wants to have this half!thing that pleases/tears him apart in equal measure

In a word: yeeeeeeeeeeeeehehehes. OH BRUCE. /o\ My hand to god, I had no idea when I began this that I had quite this many tens of thousands of words of feelings about Bruce and his decisionmaking and his choices and his FACE. But I totally do. :D Thank you so much, anon, I'm glad you liked it!

Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (18/?)

(Anonymous) 2016-08-15 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, gosh, where even to start! Thank you, anon, I am so delighted that this Bruce continues to give you feelings - and forgiveness is one of my absolute favorite fictional themes in the world, which is probably why I jumped on this prompt so hard. :D And of course Bruce is particularly great to explore it with. ♥

Clark is already doing the hard work of forgiving Batman without knowing the entire picture. LIKE BRUCE YOU WOULD HAVE MADE THIS SO MUCH EASIER ON YOURSELF IF CLARK HAD THE WHOLE PICTURE

I KNOW, RIGHT? GOD, BRUCE. G. O. D. /o\ But, uh, *clears throat* yes, as you point out, if he were actually making clearheaded, sensible, objective decisions ... there would be no fill. :D So I'm glad you are all somehow willing to put up with this nonsense in service of, um, getting even more words thrown at you? \o?

:DDDDDDDDD Oh, thank you, anon! As you can probably tell by now, I just so deeply love Bruce tying himself up in knots over whether it's okay to make decisions because of his ~feelings~, and assuming ~feelings~ decisions are always bad decisions he shouldn't have made, and being wrong about that. /o\ OH BRUCE.

:D /o\ Oh, good lord, thank you for reading it all! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME, I DIDN'T KNOW THIS WOULD BE SO LONG WHEN I STARTED IT. D: I'm so thrilled you've trusted me enough to stick this thing out even though it's totally exploded. ♥

FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (19/23ish?)

(Anonymous) 2016-08-15 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Ack, sorry this is late! I would love to give you a solid excuse, but I just plain forgot. /o\

ANYWAY. That estimate is 200% subject to change! But I'm PRETTY sure nothing new and unexpected is going to pop up and insert itself into this fill, at this point. PRETTY sure. ;D Also, now that we're on the downslope toward the endgame, I'm planning to swap POV basically every other part, just because there's so much going on with each of them—hopefully this is not too confusing! ♥ YOU ALL




Clark's not sure what's wrong.

Frankly he almost wishes it were a League problem, something he could solve with a little of Superman's strength or a quick blast of the laser vision—something Diana could lop in half with her sword.

But everything with the League is actually fine. The sighting of Superman at the bank has obviously raised their visibility a little, and now that there's more than two people involved, it makes sense for them to ramp things up, go a little more public. Which is good, as it turns out, because it's not long before somebody in some kind of weird armor appears over Gotham yelling about time travel and blasting things with a really loud pulse gun. Clark can't decide which is weirder: that, or the fact that Batman actually asks for their help dealing with it.

And when they get there, everything goes fine, too. Diana is steady, agelessly calm—and Clark struggles a little to manage the sound coming from that gun, but Diana takes its pulses right on her shield and doesn't flinch. And Batman—well. He's still not really saying more than ten words to Clark at a time. But this time around, eight of those words get used to point out the armor's likeliest weak point. Clark'll take it.

Clark does get in Diana's way once; and Batman gets knocked backward off a roof so hard Clark almost breaks away from the fight to dive for him, until that good old hiss-thunk registers through the background noise. But overall, they really do manage to function as a team, just like they did before Clark died—and presumably with a little more practice together, they'll only get better.

So everything to do with the League is actually great.

The problem, whatever it is, is with Bruce.




It's not that he doesn't believe Bruce, about the bruise and everything. Bruce had told him he hadn't done that and had meant it. But Bruce also—he changes, and Clark's not sure what else could have caused it.

Clark had thought—well. He supposes he shouldn't be surprised if the nightmare set things back a little bit. But it had felt like they were—they were getting somewhere that night, they were inching that much closer to becoming something. The way Bruce had touched him, undressed him, lingered over him; god, he's squirming just remembering it. First it had surprised the hell out of him, because they'd never—they hadn't done it that way before. And then it had—

Having sex with Bruce has always been easy and fun, and Clark has always liked it. Even back when he'd felt kind of guilty about it—that had been because he'd liked it so much. He hadn't been able to convince himself to stop, even though a part of him had still felt like nothing was a real relationship unless it happened the same way he and Lois had happened, followed all the same steps.

But after Clark had finished being surprised about the way Bruce was touching him, he'd found that it struck him somewhere deep: Bruce being that careful and slow, that tender. He'd found himself thinking for the first time that he could fall in love with Bruce—and then, afterward, still hot and dazed and shuddering with it, that maybe he already had.

And now there's something wrong.

If that night hadn't happened, Clark might not even have noticed. At least not right away. But now that he's felt that sense of something larger between them, that sudden profound potential, it's easy to tell that Bruce is trying to stifle it.

Not that he's obvious about it. He's just—building a distance into all this, creating a gap where there's never been one before. He doesn't reach for Clark right away, doesn't lean into him as readily; smirks more, but smiles less. Clark doesn't come to the penthouse and find him waiting anymore: instead he's on the phone, on his laptop, busy, his mind somewhere else.

And afterward—the first couple times, Clark had gone to the west bedroom on his own, unwilling to push things when for all he knew he would wake up having hurled Bruce out the window. But he doesn't have another nightmare—hasn't, since that talk with Batman on the sidewalk. And he tells Bruce as much; and then, the night after, he deliberately misses his cue to get up, and pretends to fall asleep in the master bed instead.

Bruce doesn't lie back down, doesn't stay. He goes to the west bedroom himself, and leaves Clark there in the dark.

He gets weird, brusque, dismissive. He never lets Clark unbutton his shirt again—and sometimes it's hard not to think that all this must be about the bruise somehow, because Clark's not sure what else could be behind it. The nightmare seems more likely, but the timing doesn't match up. Does it? Bruce had been normal that evening—at least for Bruce—until Clark had gotten his shirt halfway off. Hadn't he? Or maybe it's been going on longer than that. Clark tries to remember another time when he'd been focused enough to get Bruce out of his clothes, and can't do it—maybe Bruce has some kind of issue with it, and wanted it not to be a big deal. Clark can't come up with anything else.

He'd thought at first, with a sick cold feeling, that Bruce maybe wanted to call things off, or at least was working up to it. Sometimes he still does think so. Except—

Except when he touches Bruce, kisses Bruce, it all stops. However far away from the balcony Bruce is when Clark arrives, however frustrated he sounds talking into the phone—once Clark gets a hand on him, gets an arm around his back or rubs a thumb up over his jaw, everything feels almost like it's fine again. Bruce kisses him harder now, if anything, longer, more deeply; one time they don't actually have sex at all, they just kiss on the sofa for—for hours, it must be, for longer than Clark's ever kissed anyone.

But then Bruce will get out of reach, will withdraw in that indefinable way, and everything will go off-kilter again. Clark doesn't know what to do about it except reach for him harder, hold on all the tighter—but that won't work forever.

(A tornado, he can't help thinking, would almost have been easier. He's older now, he understands himself better; if Bruce tried to wave him off like Dad had, he'd ignore it. He could close his hands around Bruce and not let go, and that's all it would take. That's all he'd have to do to fix it.

If Clark really were God the way Luthor had kept saying, he'd have made sure relationships could be managed as predictably as physics.)




Diana Prince does something—or maybe whoever's behind Batman's cowl does—and what the Justice League did in Gotham is news under precisely that name, a big splashy profile on each of them making the rounds. The photos of Diana and Clark are pretty blurry, and there's only a smeared half-image of something that could be Batman moving along a roofline, but put together, it lines things up pretty convincingly. Half of it is taken up with SUPERMAN RESURRECTED—nothing had come out of the incident at the First Metropolitan but some bad smartphone video and a lot of clickbait. A lot more people saw the fight in Gotham.

And maybe it's because of the publicity—maybe claiming to be organized, prepared, makes them more tempting. Maybe it's coincidence. But one way or another, a whole bunch of Justice-League-sized problems seem to come right out of the woodwork.

"I thought you two had already taken care of these things," Clark says, punching a robot into the two others behind it hard enough that all three of them fall down.

"So did I," Diana says, and then she pauses to swing the shield around and down, cutting neatly through a robot's arm with the edge. "But I suppose we shouldn't be surprised. Why should Luthor have satisfied himself with only one building full of malfunctioning robots, when he could have two?"

"It's true," Clark admits. "Of all the things I remember about that guy, his sense of restraint isn't high on the list."

He catches another robot just starting to lunge at him and heaves it overhead and around, into—but very carefully not through—the wall of the building next to them. It strikes almost high enough along the side to knock a second robot off where it's started to climb up.

Almost. But not quite.

"Go on," Diana says, and throws him a grin over her shoulder before driving her sword into a robot so far that it comes out the other side. "I can hold the street for a minute or two without you."

It's a pleasure to lift off, to get to use at least one power fully—they've been trying to handle the robots without causing too much extra damage, focusing more on keeping the situation contained than on fighting quickly.

Batman is already three-quarters of the way up the building next door; which is taller, so he's actually at about the same height as the roof Clark and the robot are headed for.

"How did you get up here faster than it did?" Clark says into the radio.

(Batman had insisted. Super senses were all well and good, but it didn't matter how well Clark and Diana could hear him if he couldn't hear their replies.)

"I had a head start," Batman says, and then, almost to himself, "They seem to like roofs."

"And?"

"And that could be important—"

Clark lands on the roof, and the robot goes for him all at once: metal clanging, gyros whirring somewhere inside it, electrical connections snapping and hissing and vibrating.

So he almost doesn't hear Batman say, low and sharp, "Scope."

"What?" Clark says, holding one of the robot's grappling arms out of the way while he tries to remember what Batman had said about their power sources. Under the panel with the grille, right?

"Scope," Batman says.

For a second Clark's hearing blows wide, an almost reflexive attempt to figure out what the hell Batman's talking about; and mixed in with the whole sudden glorious rush of sound, there is something unusual: the lightest, gentlest little click, off up somewhere where nobody should be, where no one else is except one person—

And then it's like he hears it all at once. The flat sharp crack, and the thud, the impact itself and then a shudderingly loud echo, when Clark is listening like this, as Batman hits the roof.

The panel's already come away in Clark's hand, another moment and the robot is down—but it's a moment too long. Batman came tearing through the air at a desperate flat angle, not straight along the line of the roof but rather cutting across a corner, and at the speed he's going, there's not enough roof left for him to skid to a stop. Clark sees one gloved hand fly out, and then he drops, and Clark's already in the air.




At first he thinks it's worry, the way he's shaky when they land—the way he wobbled in the air, how hard he had to concentrate to come down without his feet going through the pavement by mistake.

But then he sets Batman down, kneeling over him, and Batman shoves him, pushes him away; and Clark is about to yell at him to just let Clark help already, and that's when he catches a glimmer of green.

He just stares for a second, catching up: the robot leading him away, and—and scope, Batman had said, like a rifle scope, like a sniper scope, and a kryptonite bullet—?

There's a crash somewhere, and Clark's ready to ignore except a moment later he realizes that it was the last robot dropping at Diana's hand. "What happened?" she says, kneeling into place across from Clark, clear concerned gaze on Batman's face.

"Bullet," Batman says. "Kryptonite."

(At least he's not any more generous with his words for Diana than for Clark. Very even-handed of him.)

"Lodged in the rib," he adds.

"Did you get shot on purpose?" Clark demands. If this is Batman's idea of a "sorry I tried to murder you" present—

"Not worse than any other bullet," Batman says. "Not for me."

"I could have dodged it—"

"And let it hit someone in the building across the street?" Batman murmurs.

"—or caught it—"

"All right, all right," Diana says, and then reaches out: blood is seeping out of Batman's armor in a steady dark trickle, a faint green light flickering out here and there underneath. She presses her hand over it, pushing down harder than any human could. And under the cowl, Batman's chin goes white and tense; but no more blood is leaking out from under Diana's palm. "I think it would be best if you weren't carrying him, Clark," she adds, working her free hand around and under Batman's shoulders.

And Clark wants to argue—it's not that much kryptonite; it might have been a problem if it had hit him, but buried in Batman's side like that, he can hardly even feel it, and he's less than a foot away.

But Batman just saved him, and the last thing Clark should be doing about that is misjudging himself and dropping him.

"Okay," Clark says. "Okay. I'll—uh, clean up these robot bits. Wait for the police."

"The fun part," Diana agrees, gentle.

Clark looks down at her hand, at Batman's blood on her knuckles; and then at the cowl, the dark eyes. That blank face still makes him think of nightmares—but there's somebody under it who just got shot for him. "Thank you," Clark says, touching Batman's shoulder. And then he gets up and turns away and makes himself not watch, not listen, as they leave.




I am totally aware that there's, like, decades of debate on the subject of kryptonite bullets and Superman, and all I have to say is: I choose to believe Bruce wouldn't risk being wrong. As the man himself says, if there's even a one percent chance—and the consequences are serious enough—the only responsible thing to do is treat it like a certainty ...

Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (19/23ish?)

(Anonymous) 2016-08-16 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, Clark! Batman gets knocked backward off a roof so hard Clark almost breaks away from the fight to dive for him, until that good old hiss-thunk registers through the background noise
I love this, Clark worrying and yet also trusting the Bat to be able to take care of himself. And of course they still basically don't talk, oh Bruce.

But Bruce also—he changes, and Clark's not sure what else could have caused it.
Oh, Clark, you poor, innocent sweetheart. :( He's going to be so mad at Bruce when he finally finds out, isn't he? He has every right to be. Bruce letting Clark angst and beat himself up like this instead of talking to him.

He'd found himself thinking for the first time that he could fall in love with Bruce—and then, afterward, still hot and dazed and shuddering with it, that maybe he already had.
My heart. Of course you have, Clark. And Bruce is an idiot who just has to freak out about feelings. I love that bit about him smirking more and smiling less.

Bruce doesn't lie back down, doesn't stay. He goes to the west bedroom himself, and leaves Clark there in the dark.
YOU'RE THE WORST, BRUCE, I HOPE CLARK WILL BE FURIOUS AT YOU. Those mixed messages, aaaaaaaaaaaaah. Damn you, Bruce, it would have been kinder to just break things off with Clark.

or maybe whoever's behind Batman's cowl does
Haha, of course. :D And then, omfg! Batman saying more than ten words to Clark! This is an exciting development. :DDD

SDFDDFJGBDGD DID BRUCE JUST TAKE A BULLET FOR HIM, OH MY GOOOOOOOD, THAT IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS, HOW DO YOU ALWAYS READ MY MIND, BRAINTWIN???? :DDD And I love how Clark doesn't catch on immediately what's happening. I also love how Supes and Bats immediately start arguing about Bruce taking that bullet for him. :D And awww, Diana carrying Bruce. <3 Even if I'm a little sad that Supes didn't carry him and tend to him and all that, but that's because I'm a ridiculous sap. ;D

That blank face still makes him think of nightmares—but there's somebody under it who just got shot for him. "Thank you," Clark says, touching Batman's shoulder.
Awwwww. Clark. You think they're both so nice to you, Bruce and Batman, and don't realise that they're both BEING AWFUL. ;D

Part of me is excited that we're nearing the end because I am curious to see how Clark will find out and how he will react and how they will make up again after that probably not very happy reaction, but at the same time I will be so sad to see this fic end. It's just so wonderful and I'm always looking forward to the updates. <3 You're the best. /adoring braintwin OP

Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (19/23ish?)

(Anonymous) 2016-08-16 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Bruce doesn't lie back down, doesn't stay. He goes to the west bedroom himself, and leaves Clark there in the dark.
Bruuuuce, nooo. Stop hurting Clark's heart and also MY heart. >:(

one time they don't actually have sex at all, they just kiss on the sofa for—for hours
Okay, this is really hot?? Like, romantic-hot. God, they're so into each other. SO INTO EACH OTHER. /flails

they've been trying to handle the robots without causing too much extra damage
This is nice to read. It makes sense that after the massive property damage they've been responsible for up to this point, Snyder, they'd be more conscientious.

BRUCE TOOK A BULLET FOR CLARK /SCREAMING

This is even better than him being shot by a tiny person. ANON I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE FALLOUT. My hope is that Bruce has to take his body armour off and reveal the ~incriminating bruise but my life is in your hands, anon ♥

[Fill] Lex/Clark, Kryptonite Noncon

(Anonymous) 2016-08-16 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
OP, I actually wrote this for another kinkmeme prompt, but it contains everything you asked for, so I hope you like it! :D archiveofourown.org/works/6461224/chapters/14787901

Bruce/(Clark, Alfred, Arthur, Dick, Jason), sloppy seconds

(Anonymous) 2016-08-16 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Bruce gets fucked by two (or more) of the above. The second guy fucking him gets off on how sloppy and filthy and filled with come Bruce already is. So does Bruce.

Can be either a threesome/moresome in which they take turns fucking Bruce; can be Bruce getting fucked without the first person knowing that he'll go and let someone else fuck him, too; can be some kind of voyeurism scenario where the second person watched the first person fuck Bruce and wants to get some of that, too ... Possessiveness and jealousy are welcome, but I'd enjoy a fill in which they enjoy sharing Bruce just as much. :) Bonus for some rimming/felching/come play in general, and for pushy bottom Bruce who knows exactly how hard and long he wants to get fucked.

Re: Fill: Cover Charge, Clark Kent/Matches Malone, undercover as a stripper

(Anonymous) 2016-08-16 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
So many layers... of plaid. ;D

Thank you, anon! <3333

Re: Fill: Cover Charge, Clark Kent/Matches Malone, undercover as a stripper

(Anonymous) 2016-08-16 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Is Matches deliberately appearing smaller than Bruce?
No, I done goofed! I went with comics!Batman height forgetting that Affleck is EVEN TALLER how is he so huge. But yes, let's pretend Matches slouches for now. ;D

Fandom definitely needs more intercrural, IA. Everyone's thigh game is OFF THE CHARTS in this film.

<333

Re: Fill: Cover Charge, Clark Kent/Matches Malone, undercover as a stripper

(Anonymous) 2016-08-16 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The whole setup is ludicrous. Bruce, what are you DOING. Apart from indulging in some kind of light voyeuristic behaviour and truly uncalled for manipulation? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Rude.

I also love how Clark saying Bruce's name pulls Bruce out of being Matches
Yes! Just briefly, but nice catch. ;)

Aw, nonnie. I will throw all the porn you want in your direction, just point me at a prompt. <33

Re: Fill: Cover Charge, Clark Kent/Matches Malone, undercover as a stripper

(Anonymous) 2016-08-16 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Writing in Matches' voice is definitely not something I've done before and I probably should go watch some shitty mobster films before I try again. :P

...and I'm gonna do it again. I already know that much. /eyes DCEU Exchange, plans treats. HELP, why do I like this obnoxious sweaty idiot so much? (I guess the answer is because he's Bruce. Goddammit, Bruce.)

<333333 ilu anon

/squirrels kinkmeme cookies away for a rainy day <333

Re: Fill: Cover Charge, Clark Kent/Matches Malone, undercover as a stripper

(Anonymous) 2016-08-16 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
You're right on time, anon. Thank yooouu. <333 I had a ball with Matches' voice, it's honestly kind of freeing to be deliberately cheesy/cringeworthy, haha. What a wonderfully terrible fellow.

The ending needs a little bit of panel-beating to get it into shape but I now am reassured that the silly line works well enough. :D /purveyor of dumb jokes whenever possible.

<3333

Re: Fill: Cover Charge, Clark Kent/Matches Malone, undercover as a stripper

(Anonymous) 2016-08-16 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
That's okay, nonny, I kind of love that you forgot that because I love the idea of Matches slouching. ;D And yes, Affleck is so, so tall. Unfff.

Re: Griggs/Joker non-con

(Anonymous) 2016-08-16 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Thirded A+ prompt.

Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (19/23ish?)

(Anonymous) 2016-08-17 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
*cries forever over Batman taking a bullet for Superman*

(Superman gets shot with FAR too many kryptonite bullets, and Batman, who isn't Batfleck, who isn't consumed by the fear of that 1% possibility, usually doesn't get to take that bullet for Clark. BUT HERE HE DOES AND I AM VERY EMOTIONAL ABOUT THIS.)

Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (19/23ish?)

(Anonymous) 2016-08-17 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
nonny i love you. thank you.

Re: [Fill, 4/6] Bruce/Clark, competence kink

(Anonymous) 2016-08-17 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
Does this make Bruce Cinderella? And Alfred can be Leonardo Da Vinci.