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gone too soon, but at the same time IM GLAD OUR CLARK IS BACK!!
R.I.P evil!clark. You and your boob window were taken from us too soon :(
LOIS YOU BETTER GO SAFE CLARK I SWEAR THE MAN HAS BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH ALREADY
Lois Lane continues to be THE ride or die like goddamn get you a girl like that.
This probs wasn't what the maker had in mind, but it gives me superbat vibes
Bruce thoughts.
*Bruce looking at his sons and his best friend*
Bruce: You know, if I died today I think I lived a fulfilling life.
Dick: Uh, no you are not allowed to die.
Jason: Yah, no we have like a whole 3 layers of trauma to work through.
Tim: Please don’t die, I have issues.
Damian: Of course you had a fulfilling life, look at me.
Clark: If you died today I would rip the earth open in search of a Lazurus pit and would force you back to life, I would drag you back to this world screaming.
Jason: Oh woa, you are like, more fucked up than me.
At a certain point SuperBrentMan where Bruce is Superman and Clark is Batman starts to become more common, and more accurate...
Bruce starts to noticing it, and with some investigation finds that is usually the same 3-4 accounts that make the more accurate, on a personal level, fics
In the mean time that bruce starts to go crazy because he can't find the identity behind those account: Lois, Jason, Barbara and sometime Tim with Kon formed a "SuperBrentMan fic club" and they are the ones behind those 4 accounts that make the accurate fics, and they love it
At some point Clark finds the fic Lois was working on because she forgot to close the file when she asked Clark to proofread an article she was working on, and luckly for Bruce, Clark made them reveal the truth and that their secret identity was safe
It is widely known in fandom spaces that Gotham is heavily split between the SuperBat shippers and the BruceMan shipper
It's an all out ship-war, the two sides vehemently hate and bash each other online
One day someone proposes the obvious: a poly ship
SuperBruceMan becomes one of the biggest ships in the Gotham real-people shipping community
And then Bruce Wayne ruins everything, by publicly dating nobody-reporter Clark Kent
This spawns a third faction (the Brent shippers), and the magic of poly ships are forgotten
Until someone (yet again) proposes polyamory, and SuperBrentMan is born
Identity shenanigans quickly becomes a SuperBrentMan staple, as the ship is made up of two civilians and two unknown vigilantes/superheroes
And thus, the first SuperBrentMan miraculous square fic is born
The utterly charming but ditzy Bruce Wayne must find a way to tell the life of his life, Clark Kent, of his secret identity as an alien superhero, while Clark Kent tries to come clean about being Gotham's dark knight
The real Clark and Bruce are just thankful that the shippers got the identities switched
Yes, but, consider this, Clark can still recognize people eye color, hair color and texture, just not the exact face features.
Batman has a differnt smell than Bruce, maybe because Batman suit it's difficult to clean so its exernal armor kinda smells like blood or Gotham streets and is washed like once a month and it gets dirty again the same night, and Alfred usually cleans like weekly the internal part of the suit. Bruce on the other hand usually smells nice, like the smell of the shampoo or some cologne and the armor blocks the smell of the soap he usually uses.
Plus the clow of the suit has white eyes and the hair is covered, in all of this Clark dosen't know that Batman and Bruce are the same person.
But one day, maybe because Bruce showered in the watchtower with the same soap he usually uses or the suit was just cleaned and still didn't go on patrol before the meeting on the watchtower, Clark recognizes the smell and just as an instict calls Batman Bruce (before the meeting room is full there are like 2 other people, J'onn and Diana, that alredy knows Bruce identity for one reason or another) and right there Clark realize that Batman, is Bruce Wayne
I love identity reveal fanfics, I will never get tired of them, but I would love to see some new spins like; Clark Kent actually has face blindness, yeah turns out Kryptonians use the sense of smell or something. I just think it would be remarkably entertaining to Face-revealed Batman to be having his Dramatic Moment. And Superman is just : ) hello friend <3 absolutely clueless
been reading world's finest comics and fell in love with superbat co-parenting robin dynamic. that's litcherally their son
In honor of April 3rd, I have decided to make my first ever Dp x Dc Prompt, so please bear with me
So, Danny and Vlad have become Ancients, Danny becoming the Ancient of Space and Heroes, and Vlad becoming the Ancient of Matter and Villains. they decided to find a brand new dimension to explore and change, and they choose the DC universe. they spend some time chilling, occasionally making Heroes and Villains to fight and keep things interesting ( Ex. All versions of of Captain Marvel, the Amazons, Klarion, Trigon etc.)
One day, Vlad got angry at Danny, probably over something stupid, and decides that he will go to one of Danny's favored planets, Krypton, and filled their leaders with ignorance, leading the planet to doom.
Danny, understandably very angry, whispered into the minds of the house of El, telling them to save their child, and then guiding baby Kal-El to Earth and making sure he crashed landed on the Kent's farm, knowing that the Kent's would care for the baby as their own
Danny, still very pissed at Vlad, decides to fly over to Gotham, Vlad's favored city, and whispers in the mind of little Bruce Wayne, speaking of a vigilante of the night, one that made sure that what happened would never happen to another.
Danny Would turn Vlad's city of villains into a city of heroes, no matter what.
pt 2 here
Anyone know any batfamily x male reader or male oc that isn't a sibling reader like he isn't related to them at all
Preferably long fics with chapters and stuff
They were put in charge of babysitting
Guys, I think he needs some help
I need an au where clois have twin daughters😭😭😭
Clark is a girl dad ²
Just a normal man, taking a normal family photo, with his normal family
hay I see your superfam drawings a lot and I was wondering if you would like an idea. Try drawing maws Conner as the big brother to both Jon and Lara.
Hi there! I have thought of some ideas with Conner, I just need to draft them out on paper. Although I like to focus on Clois, Jon, and Lara, I do like the idea of adding the other Kents too. I’ll work something out soon with Conner, don’t worry🙂👍
Did somebody order a wake up call?
HC that Lois Lane is like the one aunt who gets you out of trouble just as much as she gets you into trouble.
She's the kind of person to bail her gaggle of children and idiots out of jail that knows her by name.
Just a thought
They’re very eepy
Is that HyperClarkmentation?
Kent Trip to the Zoo
They’ll be fine (I think)
Happy Valentines/Clois Day!
Lex’s Plans for February 14
She’s played these games before…
Caught in the middle of the night
Doesn’t he look fabulous?
I'll pop in with a prompt
✨ Superman x Reader where Superman falls in love with a Kansas farm girl ✨
- 🧑🏼🍳
A Quiet Retreat
Superman X Fem!Reader
Chapter 1: The Weight of the World
The city lights flickered in the distance, a blur of orange and white beneath a starry sky. Superman, bruised and battered from his latest battle, flew above Metropolis with a quiet urgency. His body ached, muscles sore from the relentless fight with the alien warlord. The world was safe, for now. The villain had been stopped, but the weight of the battle lingered in the air. It was always like this—he would win, but the cost never seemed to get any easier.
He needed a break. Desperately.
The world depended on him, but who would protect him when the burden became too heavy? He couldn’t keep running on empty. His responsibilities were endless, and sometimes the pressure suffocated him. The countless lives he’d saved, the never-ending battles, the constant reminder that he was different—he was the world’s protector, but there was no one to protect him.
So, he did what he always did when the strain of being Superman became too much: he retreated to the one place that had always offered him a sense of peace. He needed to remember who he was beyond the cape. He needed to be Clark Kent again, if only for a short time.
Clark didn’t land in Metropolis. Instead, he set a course for the one place that had shaped him—Smallville.
The familiar, rolling fields of Kansas awaited him, and though he had been away for years, they still felt like home. The crisp, open sky greeted him, the air full of the sweet scent of earth and grass. He took a deep breath as he descended toward the quiet town, feeling the tension in his body slowly begin to ease.
It had been a long time since Clark had come back to Smallville for anything other than business. This time, though, there would be no interviews or press conferences—no reporters or crowds clamoring for his attention. He was just Clark Kent, the son of Jonathan and Martha Kent, returning to his roots. He’d parked his car by the old farmhouse, and now he found himself walking through the familiar dirt roads, away from the noise of the world.
That’s when he spotted it—an old farmhouse just at the edge of the hill. The porch light flickered softly, a warm, welcoming glow in the quiet evening. His eyes shifted to the small garden beside the house, where a young woman in worn jeans and a faded flannel shirt knelt in the dirt, her hands moving with practiced ease as she tended to her plants. She hummed a soft tune under her breath, lost in the tranquility of the moment.
Clark paused, a quiet curiosity pulling him closer. He hadn’t seen her around before. She didn’t look like she was from the town, but there was something about her that made him feel like he wasn’t the only one in search of peace.
Without thinking, he walked up to the porch, careful to keep his distance as to not startle her. It wasn’t like him to intrude on someone’s solitude, but something about her presence, the calm that radiated from her, made him want to know more.
The woman didn’t seem to notice him at first, her focus entirely on the rows of vegetables she was pulling from the earth. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat gently that she finally looked up, her eyes meeting his with a spark of surprise, quickly followed by cautious curiosity.
“Oh,” she said, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “I didn’t see you there. Can I help you with something?”
Clark blinked, caught off guard by her ease, her voice warm yet unbothered by his sudden presence. "I... I was just passing by," he said, offering her an easy smile, trying to keep things casual. "I’m Clark. Just visiting the old town. Needed to get away from the noise for a while.”
The woman straightened, brushing the dirt off her hands with a sigh of satisfaction before extending her hand. "Nice to meet you, Clark. I'm Y/N. Welcome to the farm."
Clark took her hand, surprised by the strength in her grip and the way her gaze seemed to appraise him without judgment. “A farm, huh? That’s a good place to get away from the noise.”
Y/Nchuckled softly, her eyes crinkling at the edges. “You’d be surprised. Some of the loudest things around here are the chickens. But it’s peaceful. Most of the time.”
Clark could sense that there was more to her than just the calm exterior—the sharp wit and the quiet self-assurance. The simplicity of her life was something he hadn’t experienced in years. He felt himself relax, the constant hum of his superhero life momentarily silenced in her presence.
“I could use some peace right now,” Clark admitted, glancing around at the farm, at the serenity she had cultivated in the middle of the vast Kansas plains. “It’s been a long couple of days.”
Y/N gave him a knowing smile. “I get that. Life can be overwhelming, but you’d be surprised what a little time outside can do. I’d offer you some lemonade, but I’m guessing you’re not here for that.”
“Lemonade sounds nice,” Clark said with a chuckle, his tension starting to ease. “But I’d just like to sit for a while. If that’s okay?”
“Of course.” Y/N gestured to the rocking chairs on the porch, the evening sky beginning to paint itself with hues of pink and purple. “There’s always room for someone who needs a break.”
Clark nodded gratefully, following her to the porch and sitting in one of the rocking chairs. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt his shoulders relax, the weight of the world momentarily lifted by the simple act of sitting beside a stranger, away from the chaos of his double life.
It wasn’t much, but it was enough. For now.
For some reason I can’t stop thinking that Carlos (Rafael L. Silva) from 9-1-1: Lone Star just looks like he could be Clark Kent/Superman
LIKE DO YOU SEE?? DO YOU SEE IT??
That’s literally Clark right there
Then as Superman as well. Like. I mean. Come on.
You know I’m right.