Headcanon That Dick Had More Reasons To Have A Skin Thight Body Suit Instead Of Like Jason's Suit Or

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Bruce is a very independent person, always sure of himself, mature and responsible. Behaves like a grown man for every aspect of his life...until he's with Alfred.

Headcanon is that Bruce becomes a whole different person with Alfred. He's the only parental figure he had for a very long time, Alfred watched his grief, his rebellions, his growth and his emotions. Bruce couldn't hide anything from the man so he simply gave up and let himself...go around Alfred and behaves like a child (not the best term but ya know what I mean).

The scenario have is of when Bruce and clark short off their feelings and they go to the batcave where Alfred is waiting on his usual spot by the batcomputer. They are helding hands but clark is slightly behind Bruce, who has his cowl off, and is fidging on his feet, but clark is too (it's just facing ma and pa Kent bc clark also acts like a child with them)

Alfred: master Bruce, master clark I see you both are okay and well.

Bruce and clark nods at the same time

Bruce: u-uh can clark stay over? In my bedroom with me?

Alfred knowing that it's a genuine question, but loves to these side of bruce: yes he can, but I will be checking to see if you are doing something.

Both shake their heads furiously, before bruce assures that they will be only sleeping. And they do only sleep while holding each other.

And Alfred loves when Bruce does this, because it reminds him that Bruce never grew up from that small child fully, and he's always gonna need Alfred by his side. But the butler is also safe that Bruce won't never be truly alone when he's gone, with his kids and now clark, Alfred is very sure that Bruce will be fine.

Sleepy sam in the morning

(Next is gonna be sleepy bucky)

With clothes version

Saw this on a tiktok or ig I don't remember but I wanna do it price version:

Ghost enters Price office and sits on the couch, proceeds to do his paperwork there.

Price places his phone on the table and looks at Ghost from his chair: hey Ghost?

Ghost: yes captain?

Price: you hungry?

Ghost thinks for second: a bit, why?

Price: wanna eat what my mother made?

Ghost still looking over his paperwork: did she sent stuff? That's nice. What is it?

Price: Me.

Ghost drops his paperwork and begins to have a coughing fit while blushing under the mask: what?!?!?!?

Price: so?

Ghost thinks for a second before sighing and proceeds to take his mask: lock the door please.

We all know and like our bashful, shy, nervous and righteous superman. The sweet man that is always careful with everyone, makes sure he doesn't curse or yell, is a nervous bean when it comes to sex and sex talk.

But ya know what I like more?? Unhinged, slutty, pouty mouth Superman that only gets like this when he's triggered or around the bats and birds. Bc yes for me Clark is poetic at dirty talking, can talk like a true Texans farmer, curse like someone stole his cow and Bruce absolutely loves it.

*On JL meeting, clark stressed and tired bc of the Planet, his kids and the bat kids, one thread away from breaking*

Green lantern: *yapping about an idea that makes no sense*

Batman: *ignoring and tapping away on his tablet*

Flash and Green arrow: *whispering to each other*

Superman: *head hurting and tired of everyone bullshit* hal, for the love of fucking God can you shut the fuck up if u have nothing good to say? Jesus! Say something intelligent for once!

Hal shuts up looking incredulous, diana looks amused and bart and olliver look slightly scared. And if batman softly curses because he feels his face heating up, it ain't no one business.

every time gaz is replaced with konig in fics, not only does an angel lose its wings but I also projectile vomit everywhere.

Bruce and Clark have a special rooftop, one that is high enough, with enough things to hide them from whatever can catch them, where they can pull the heroes personas off and just idly talk about anything.

The lights from the city reach them, but at the same time the moonlight gives them comfort. Their legs dangle from above, floor so far away, but both don't pay attention.

This rooftop was the one where they first met, where they had their first fight, where they first showed their identities, where clark met dick and all the rest of the birds, where clark told Bruce he got married to Lois, where Bruce said he was dating Selena, where clark said he had a son with Lois, where clark said he was divorced, where Bruce told clark about his encounter and assault with Talia, and then where Bruce showed Damian.

That rooftop held memories of every important matter in their life, that rooftop witness a dictionary of emotions expressed by the both of them, that rooftop their sanctuary.

Today was no different. Cowl off, persona off, feet dangling, postures relaxed and faces happy. Clark was telling an anecdote from work and Bruce was laughing that laugh that was deep and genuine, that clark had the privilege to hear.

Clark was looking at Bruce laughing and speaking, his eyes soft and a turn up of lips always present. They were best friends, close partners and a constant presence in each other's lives. The first person to always enter his mind was Bruce. He hadn't realize how Bruce dictated his life without even trying, Clark was always thinking about Bruce and what Bruce thought.

Clark never realized that what he felt for Bruce was more than just a friendship. But now, looking at the fair skin illuminated by the city lights and perfected by the moonlight, eyes wrinkled from laughing and pale blues gazing on his own, Clark felt something explode inside himself, something that was stuck but finally made itself known.

Oh. I love this man.

Bruce had his head turn towards clark, about to ask what's wrong because of the stretched silence from clark, but he didn't get to say anything because clark leaned in with a fleeting confidence and kissed Bruce.

It was frightening, it was amazing. It was scary, it was wonderful. It was the end of the world, it was everything he asked for.

And when Bruce kissed back, oh, Clark wanted to float so bad and just let the wind take him because it was just like a dream.

It started off as soft, little nips here and there, their lips moving in a sync that rivaled their battle forms. They kept their hands to themselves, just focusing on kissing and savoring each other. Bruce pushed back, deepening the kiss and clark let him, willingly opening his lips to feel Bruce's tongue exploring and tasting, playing with Clark's tongue.

It felt like hours when they pulled back. Bruce was catching his breath because he was only human, and clark was catching his for a whole different reason. Both looked at each other, confirming and smashing any remaining doubts they might have left, before they both smiled and chuckled at whatever.

"Do you want to go back to the manor?"

Clark giggled "if Alfred allows me to."

"It's worth the try."

(I was inspired by this umikochannart on twitter and Instagram!! Plz check her out she has amazing artstyle and amazing superbat fanart!!!)

Might draw the cow costume au that I did yesterday....hmm individuals ones even....

I accidentally stumbled into the batfam and dc universe but like...I have zero knowledge of that I have always been a marvel girly I'm so lost but liking where I am