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Two lions cannot dwell in the same cave ( Patrochilles & Odydio )

First time I ever share my Patrochilles, these two duo are kinda similar (except one pair both die tragically)

Justice League Meeting

Superman: where’s Batman? The meeting was supposed to start 20 minutes ago.

Wonderwoman: could he be in danger?

Green Arrow: someone maybe should call him BEFORE we go into defcon 1

Superman: [calls the bat-line]

Oracle: [answers] this is O. How can I help?

Superman: Hi Oracle. Batman was supposed to be at the tower 20 minutes ago. Do you know where he is?

Oracle: let me check… yeah, he’s at the cave, I can connect you to the security cameras?

Superman: Please.

Oracle: ok.

-The batcave shows up on screen, Bruce and some of the kids present-

Batman: [Mid sentence] -OUTRAGEOUS STUNT!!

Damian: [scowling, arms crossed] -tt-

Batman: Do NOT scoff at me, young man!

Jason: [snorts]

Batman: Are you Laughing?! This is reckless even by YOUR standards Jason!

Jason: yeah… but you said-

Batman: [menacing] What?!

Jason: [looks at Dick and mimes “young man”]

Batman: Don’t look at-

Dick: [loudly and jovially] THERE’S NO NEED TO FEEL DOWN

Batman: Wh-

Steph: I said YOUNG MAN [spins to point at Tim]

Tim: [Fingerguns at Steph] Pick yourself off the ground!

Batman: [floundering] En-

Dick: I said YOUNG MAN

Jason: ‘Cause you’re in a new town!

Duke: [from the locker rooms] There’s no need to be unhappy!

Batman: [to Duke] You’re not even in trouble!

Steph and Tim: YOUNG MAN there’s a place you can go!

Dick: [throws an arm around Jason’s shoulders] I said YOUNG MAN! When you’re short on your dough!

Jason: You can STAY THERE!

Batman: That’s EN-

Dick and Jason: [turn to Damian, grinning expectantly] and I’m sure you will find-!!

Damian: [glaring and without enthusiasm] …many ways to have a good time.

Batman: Don’t-

All the batkids: [chorusing] It’s fun to stay at the B-A-T CAVE

Batman: [finally loses it] WHY???!!

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Superman: …

Green Arrow: …well someone has to say it.

The Flash: That he should get an award for parenting that lot?

Green Arrow: that clearly inherited behaviour has nothing to do with genetics. I grew up with Bruce Wayne; he deserves every second of this

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Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter one, heart.

Bruce rushed to join the fight, dodging a flying piece of rubble and jumping onto a car. He had to be more careful then normal. Not because he could die- nope! Way past that train. But because getting hurt and not feeling it would mean he was basically instantly outed to everyone. Because Barry would panic and blurt it out.

Clark saw Bruce and noted him being more careful, but the other saw it as a good thing. That Bruce was finally taking his insistence on caring for himself to heart and being careful during the fights.

By the time, the battle was over everyone was tired, some taking a seat and others just straight away leaving. Clark went over to Barry and Bruce, Barry speeding away when he saw Clark, a nervous expression on his face. Clark saw Bruce looked fine actually, not tired at all. He was confused about that.

“Bruce?”

Bruce looked over to Clark, blinking through the new lenses in his suit and nodding. “Yes, Clark?”

“Why do you look less tired than everyone else?” Clark asked. “You look fine.”

Bruce cursed internally. He had not thought of that, he had slipped up. And he swore at himself for it. “Uh- you know.” Bruce said, fiddling with a clasp on his belt. “I’ve been taking it easy, like you said. Guess I’m really just taking things you say to heart today, huh?”

Clark, being himself, was just ecstatic his boyfriend was looking after himself. He pulled Bruce closer in for a hug, chin bumping against Bruce’s before  he yanked back, staring at the other.

Hr was so cold.

“Bruce? Your freezing, are you ok?”

“What?” Bruce asked, going ridged. He hadn’t planned about this. Hadn’t thought this through enough yet. “Oh, it’s nothing, I’ve just been out for a while Clark,”

“I’ll take you home and warm you up, God knows you need it. And when you take off your suit, I can hear your heartbeat, and it will all be good again, ok?”

Bruce winced, cursing himself internally for what he was about to do. He loved Clark all too much, and knew Clark loved him too. But his perfectly sculpted lie was crumbling down around him, and he needed an excuse to not let Clark near him. Not until he figured out how to tell him at least.

“Actually Clark! Uh- Barry and I needed to do something really fast, he was going to take me home after we did something at his, isn’t that right Barry?” Bruce asked, turning and gesturing silently at Clark to Barry with his eyes.

Barry seemed to get the message, as he hurried over and nodded. “Yep, sorry Clark. Just got to steal your man for a bit. Sorry! But the case calls.”

“Mhm, I’ll call you when I get home, love you, bye.” Bruce said quickly as Barry grabbed him and sped off.

Bruce didn’t get to see Clark’s expression.

As the two ran off Clark stood there, a ‘bye’ on his lips and a thump in his stomach at being shot down. He sighed, rubbing his head and watching the other two wistfully. He didn’t want to pry into his boyfriend’s life, but he hadn’t seen Bruce in a long while. And he has just spoken to him again! And now he wasn’t. it sucked. But Clark sucked it up and took off back to his apartment. He’d get to call Bruce later. He guessed.

As soon as Barry knew him and Bruce were out of earshot, he set the other down with a frown, looking like Bruce plopped himself down onto the floor. Barry sat himself next to the other, giving his back a small pat as he thought.

“You know you’re going to have to tell him soon, right?” he asked Bruce, who seemed to be extremely interested in blades of grass right now. “I guess.” Bruce mutter, lifting his head to meet the others gaze. “But how am I supposed to tell him that? He’d be heartbroken. I can’t live with that Barry, I love him too much. He’s the nicest person you ever meet, what would you do?”

“Tell him the truth?” Barry tried, a wince forming at how that sounded coming out. Much worse than he intended, Bruce shot him a scathing glare.

“You, would you? You have no idea what this is like?”

“I mean,” Barry started, not wanting to provoke Bruce bur not wanting to be wrong. “I have died before-“

“But you were revived! I’m constantly half dead and mostly dying and you can revive me because then the magic would tear me apart and my atoms would lose their bonds with one another. Id cease to exist! God fucking dammit Barry.”

Barry paused, unused to the hostile outbreak of the normally cool and collected bat. He, very sacredly, pat Bruce shoulder. Like you would a stray cat.

Bruce just slumped back and lay against the wet grass, staring at the sun that used to burn his eyes. Barry watched him and made a face. “You’re lying in wet grass and staring at the sun.”

“And?”

“Well wet grass is unpleasant. And doesn’t staring at the sun hurt?”

“Barley anything hurts now.”

“well- ok, but could you stop?”

“Oh, I am so sorry, am I, the dead person, making you uncomfortable? Please.”

Bruce noticed Barry’s uncomfortable look and sighed, pushing himself up. “sorry, that was uncalled for. I’m just a little pissy- who wouldn’t be? I died less than a month ago. And now I have a family I have to tell, a boyfriend who’s going to have to have his heart broken, and I’m still figuring this out. Dick was using Constentine’s help with a case, he saw me, and we both just stared at each other for about two minutes. He didn’t say anything, but that’s one more person who knows, who doesn’t need to know. And none who do need to know are any closer to knowing. This really sucks!”

“Yeah.” Barry sighed, pulling Bruce into a side hug as he looked over Gotham. He almost snickered when a thought came to mind, looking down at Bruce.

“Ok, before I take you home can I ask you something?”

“Uh- I mean sure I guess.” Bruce shrugged. “if Clark’s dating you, and your dead, does that mean he a necro-“

“Die. Just die Barry.”

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After barry dropped him off, Bruce stood in front of his door and sighed. His fingers closed around the cold doorknob, not that he could feel it. He couldn’t feel much of anything anymore, it was jarring. Last time he was stabbed he didn’t feel the punch of it, or the sting after. Just a dull thump then an empty gap of a wound. He missed it a little, he always used to say that the pain reminded you, you were alive. But he didn’t feel the pain. That was a reminder. But not in what it used to be, in what it is now. In the fact he wasn’t going to live like he did ever again. Never going to live.

That really sucked.

Pushing the door open he was met with the strange sound of silence. His family was probably either in their own homes or on patrol. Well, that was depressing. Crossing the threshold, Bruce took his cowl off and dropped it by the door, he really couldn’t be assed right now.

As he walked further into the house, he noticed the heating was on and huffed, walking to the thermostat and turning it down. He didn’t need it to be this hot. He went to his room and started to change, pulling off his cowl and putting on a shirt and boxers. He wasn’t going to tell Clark he changed, then Clark would ask why he could still not hear his heartbeat. And Bruce didn’t need that stress right now.

He was about to grab his phone when Jason slammed open his bedroom door, complaining about him turning off the thermostat before pausing.

Turns out, Jason was home. And he had been longing on the couch, turning up the thermostat to try warm his body. His thermal heating in his body was fucked ever since he died, and he got free heating this way so-

Wait, why did Bruce feel different?

Jason stared forward at Bruce, trying to discern what was different with his father. He felt something strange buzz in the room, like he was sensing something. After coming back Jason had this strange ability to know when dead people were nearby. And now he was getting that pull from his father….

Jason pulled his gun and fired into Bruce’s chest, who exclaimed only because of the shot, not the pain. When Jason saw his father had not crumpled, he almost dropped the gun, starring forward.

“B, your dead?”

Bruce decided to avoid the question, instead gesturing to his chest. “Why did you shoot me!”

“Not the point B.”

“It seems like the point to me.”

“The point is why your dead!”

Bruce looked away from Jason, face hardening as he sighed out his gritted teeth.

“There was an accident, and now I’m here. Happy?”

Jason looked at Bruce, face falling as he thought. No. he wasn’t happy about this! He wasn’t. he had said he wanted to kill Bruce, but he was never actually going to. Especially when he knew his father was already letting him back.

And this end was so unsatisfying! For everyone! And it pissed Jason off. Bruce wasn’t allowed to die, no. he was supposed to regret it his whole life, even as they got closer. Bruce was supposed to hurt, not die.

And now Jason wasn’t sure if he wanted either one to happen.

Jason took a step forward and clung to his dad, glaring at him, while his face was buried into his shoulder. “you’re an asshole.” Jason muttered to Bruce, words coming out more vulnerable than he intended, losing their biting edge.

“And you’re not allowed to die. You were never allowed to die.”

Bruce was surprised at the language Jason used, but he was ultimately surprised that he was clung to. Jason was hurt, and very angry. But he was also a kid, who hated any sort of change. And he resented Bruce for dying, just as much as he missed his dad.

Bruce slowly wrapped his arms around Jason, pulling him closer.

“I know.” Bruce murmured, burying his head in his son’s hair, rubbing his back.

“I’m still here though. It’s not all bad-“

“don’t try comfort me, just shut up and know I’m upset with you.”

“…. Ok Jason.”

The two stayed like that for a while. Jason wasn’t sure when he teared up, but he ended up getting a lot off his chest that he needed to for a long time. Jason even got a bit of shouting done. Before the two ended up on Bruce’s bed, Jason leaning on Bruce’s shoulder and Bruce holding him.

Jason was exhausted, he had been holding all that in for so long he didn’t know what to do now it was out. But he knew he still wanted to be closer to his dad, and he felt that kinship with him now. Hey, Bruce joined the dead person club. Cool.

“Hey, d- B?”

“Yeah jay?”

“Do you think…. We can actually get along like we used to?”

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“Honestly? No jay…. But we can get along different. Your still my kid, ok? And I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

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“Everything.”

(Hello friends! It’s me again with another chapter for a fic it seems so many of you enjoy! I’m so happy its already gained this much traction and it means so much to me that people like it. Now, I said this when I posted another chapter of my other fic today, but please if you want to leave a comment, or want to be tagged, just ask or leave that comment. It means so much to me that people enjoy my story and it motivates me to actually continue instead of giving up. Anyway, hi! If you have any story’s, you want me to start, like this Au or my SuperBat Mer au, just send it in an ask to me! And ill be making a pinned postmaster list with all my Au’s, then a link to the storys and then finally a link to those stories’ chapters. When I’m finished with this part of the story, ill start another in the same au! So just ask if you have any ideas, and if anyone can draw, or make head cannons, or write but feels nervous, send them to me if they’re relating to this! I’m always grateful to receive art and stuff relating to my stories. Thank you and have a wonderful day everyone!)

Part four of Jon and the Wayne’s: poker night.

“Alright,” Jason said, grinning. “Place your bets, demon.”

Damian glared at him, hands tightening on his cards. “I am not losing to you again, you human scratching post.”

Tim hummed absentmindedly sitting next to Jason, more focused on his book then on the game.

“Wow. You guys are really mean at this game.”

Damian looked to Dick, taking a sip of his water while assessing his cards.

“Grayson, are you in?”

Rick smiled, putting his cards down with a hum. “Oh I fold harder than if my own weapon shatters my skull, Dami.”

“Wow.” Jason rolled his eyes, looking over his hand at Dick. 

“Dramatic much?”

“Okay.” Damian said with a sigh after assessing his cards. “I’m in. Duke?”

“I thought I mentioned I’m not very good at this game.” Duke mumbled. It didn’t help that his eyes lit up every time he got a really good hand. He tried sunglasses but they reflected his hand to everyone else.

“Ok.” Tim said, still not putting down his book. “I’m all in.”

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose, looking over at the other. “You don’t have any money left.”

Tim shrugged. “Oh, I know. I just didn’t want to leave the circle yet.”

“And I call it,” Jason said, turning his head to Damian. “What do you got?” 

Damian smirked and looked up, putting his cards down. “Watch out disappointments, because I am straight.”

Tim snarked under his breath.

“Not what Jon thinks.” 

Before Damian could kill him Jason cleared his throat.

“Well hope back in that closet because I have a full house, bitch.” 

“God damn it!” Damian said, throwing his cards down in a huff.

“There there Dami it’s alright.” Dick smiled, rubbing his back.

Damian hugged at him and looked through his lashes scathingly.

“That was my budget for more animals.”

Dick gasped and turned to Jason with a frown.

“You barsterd.”

“Go cry to Wally about it.” Jason monotoned at dick.

“Can I please be done now?” Duke asked, sitting back.

“Yeah, I’m done too.” Damian scoffed.

“I’ll keep playing.” Tim said absently.

“You don’t have any money.” Jason scoffed.

Tim thought for a minute.

“I could beg my suit-“

Jon walked in to find the other sitting on the floor of the batcave. He went over to dick and sat down next to him. “Hey, what are you guys doing?”

“Getting robbed.” Damian snarked.

“Hey kid,” Jason asked, turning to his new victim. “You know how to play?”

Jon stared at him blankly, pausing before saying airily.

“I don’t remember.”

“You got money on you?”

“Yeah.”

“Sit down I’ll deal you in.”

Dick turned incredulously to Jason.

“Wha- hello? What do you think you’re doing?”

Tim looked up, folding his books page.

“I don’t think he knows how to play Jay.” 

Jason turned to face Tim, raising an annoyed eyebrow.

“So? You don’t know how to play this game either-“

Dick cut Jason off with a scoff.

“Yeah! And now he has no money.”

“It’s ok.” Tim said. “I don’t need to buy… food.” He trails off, thinking.

“It seems you maaay be trying to take advantage of him.” Duke mused.

“That’s not very honourable, Todd.” Damian said.

“Yeah, yeah. Ok kid, I bet 100.” Jason said, turning back to Jon who was inspecting his cards.

Jim looked up blankly, before responding.

“Hmm. I guess also a hundred.”

Dicks head snapped to Jon.

“Woah- hey kid no-!”

“No interrupting.” Jason shot at dick.

“What do you got?”

Jon looked at his cards, before looking back up. He turned them. “Is this anything?”

“Oh.” Tim said. “Hey he won.” 

“No he didn’t.” Jason sighed.

“Oh.” Tim said, picking up his coffee. “Hmm. I don’t know how to play.

“And I have two pairs. So I’ll be taking that.” Jason said, leaning into the middle and scooping up the money. He grabbed the deck.

“Jason! This is disgraceful.” Damian said, glaring at him.

“I don’t think you’re being very fair.” Tim shrugged.

Jason rolled his eyes and dropped a fifty in Tim’s lap. “Shut up, go buy yourself something pretty.”

Tim nodded, pocketing it. “Ah. Hey thanks.”

“Can we play again?” Jon asked.

“Kid,” Jason smirked. “If you’ve got money we can play all day if you want.”

“No! No. Ok? I am putting a stop to this.” Dick said, standing up. 

“You back up,” Jason started. “Or I’ll tell Wally how much money you lost.”

“…sitting dooooown. Carry on.” Dick smiled, strained.

“Exactly.” Jason turned to Jon. “You bet first kid.”

Jon looked at his cards, merely a glance.

“Ummmm. Can I bet 500?”

“Woah.” Tim said, eyes widening as he finally put down his book and picked up his mug, ready to watch this tv shit.

“Kid, why?!” Dick asked, exasperated and concerned. 

“Mmm.” Jon said, unfazed. “500s my favourite number.”

“Okay,” Jason said nodding. He was getting into this. “I raise you, 200.” He said, thinking that was a high bet.

Without pausing or faltering Jon just said.

“I raise you 500.”

“Uggh.” Damian huffed, knowing his best friend was loosing all his money.

“Oh my god!” Dick groaned, massaging his temples.

“And I call it,” Jason said, smirking at the newbie. “You ready for this?”

Dick on the side sighed.

“Please god tell me you have nothing.”

“Four of a kind.”

There was audible groaned around the room as Jason leaned forward to collect his money.

“How do you even look yourself in the mirror Jason.” Damian snarked.

“Like this.” Jason said, then flipped them off with a smile.

“That’s true actually.” Tim said, “I’ve seen him doing that.”

“Nice try kid?” Jason smirked, putting his hand on the pile. “We can try again if you want-“

Jon placed his hand on Jason’s, eyes glinting and that blank expressing staying the same, but with a new aura.

“I have a royal flush.”

 The room went dead silent.

“Huh?” Dick finally broke the silence. Damian just gaped at his friend.

Jason stared at the cards in front of Jon, fuming.

“What”.

“Pretty sure that’s the highest.” Jon said, letting himself a smile. “Four of a kind is only the third highest.”

“Uhmm.” Dick said, unsure what to do.

Tim looked quizzical and questioned.

“I thought you said you didn’t know how to play?”

“Did I?” Jon asked, folding his money and counting the bet.

“I can’t remember.”

“Did you just hustle me.” Jason growled, glaring.

Jon looked at him, and smiled.

“I don’t know Jason.” He quipped. “Did I?”

“He hustled you!” Dick whisper yelled happily.

“This games more fun then I thought.” Duke said offhandedly.

“You sneakily little punk ass.” Jason said, stareing at him.

“Oh, and Jason.” Don said friendly.

“You might want to check the mirror you’ve got some egg on your face.”

“Ohhh! He’s dead!” Dick celebrated.

“Well done Jonathan.” Damian said, offering him a quickly masked smile.

“He hustled you! You idiot!” Dick cackled.

“Shut up!” Jason spat, embarrassed. 

“Haaaah.” Dick wheezed.

“I can’t breath-“

part before this: Jon sets Jason up.

part after this: Bruce is an accident or slut

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SuperBat Mer au: Chapter Six, Bruce starts to heal, Clark is firm about his family.

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Parts of story before this:

Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.

Chapter Two: Clark almost gets caught. Bruce tries to communicate with him.

Part three linked: Bruce shows off his pup and Clark learns to communicate.

Chapter Four: Clark meets the family. Bruce needs a nap.

Part five linked: Bruce is gone. Clark has to find a pup, and Jason gets netted.

More Mer types for you all!

Cassandra: Flashlight fish.

(Same type as Bruce! Because they both struggle with talking and I think flashes as communication for Cass would fit.)

Stephinie: Dottyback

(it’s a beautiful fish and the ones in my aquarium near me are known for being sassy, so I think this fits her!)

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The swim back to the reef was a painful one. Jason was mostly fine. He had obviously been protected by his dad. Bur Bruce was bruised and cut up, cuts all around his torso and tail. And Clark hated it. Once they were in slightly familiar territory, Clark set Bruce down on a sand bed. Jason chirped slightly, narrowing his eyes and looking at Clark as he was set down as well.

“It’s ok buddy,” Clark muttered, taking in the extent of Bruce’s wounds. “I’m just getting something to wrap him.”

Bruce had passed out a while ago, weather from exhaustion or pain Clark wasn’t sure. He was just happy that Bruce had felt safe enough to let his guard down around him. And he had said Clark’s name! his heart was still buzzing from that.

Jason nuzzled his fathers limp hand, lightly biting it as if trying to wake Bruce up.

Clark tutted and pulled Jason off Bruce’s hand, Jason histed and bit Clarks instead.

“Uh- buddy not the best idea, can we just focus on your dad instead of attacking me? Please. Please don’t bite me.” Clark said, holding the pup at arm’s length.

Jason seemed to understand the word dad, but not much else. He did stop, but kept his glare as he looked at Clark, then looked pointedly at Bruce. Communicating something along the lines of ‘fix him’.

Clark chuckled nervously at the pup’s command, letting him go and watching as Jason simply let himself sink to the sand so he could lay his chin on his dad’s tail, whining softly. Clark winced at the sight, sighing.

“Ok,” he muttered, nodding at Jason. “You can stay on my back while I fix your father, just don’t bite me.”

Jason obviously didn’t need to be told twice, backpacking himself on Clarks back and wrapping his tail around Clark’s stomach to secure himself. It was a bit tricker to work while he had a pup on his back, but cark managed to mauver himself and keep working. He had found seaweed and sponge and was placing the sponge over the more serious cuts before wrapping the seaweed around them in a makeshift bandage. It wasn’t the best job, but it would deter anything from getting worse.

He lifted Bruce into his arms and started on his way back to the league, noticing as Jason started to drift off on his shoulder, almost falling. Clark wrapped a piece of seaweed around his own chest, then over Jason’s back to swaddle him against his back so the pup could fall asleep. Jason tried to be upset about it, but he really couldn’t as he felt himself be pulled under by the inane urge of sleep.

With a pup drifting against his shoulder and a fully grown Mer against his chest, Clark carefully entered the league hall.

He entered to find Dick in a heated debate with Hal, arguing over something or another while Dick was holding the sleeping Damian, and Tim was hiding under the table examining everyone.

“Clark!” Hal said when he got back in, stalking over and staring Clark down. Dick was offended he was left hanging but instead collected Tim from where he was doing his examinations as he swam behind Clark, sticking his lounge out.

“What the fuck was that?” Hal gritted his teeth, “you left us babysitting children! Random child-“

“Hal, if you want to keep your Tonge you won’t swear in front of my kids.” Clark said sternly, moving an arm to hold Dicks hand.

The league was basically shocked it see Clark actually with kids, and-

“Is that the anomaly  we kept getting reports about?” Arthur asked, eyes narrowing. Clark wasn’t honestly phased, instead staring word and not dropping his gaze.

“He is not it. This is Bruce. If anyone has any questions, don’t ask them. I don’t care.”

With that Clark knelt down to Dicks level, who was holding a sleepy Damian and a Tim who was clinging to his arm. Clark smiled.

“Hey, we can go back to my place, ok? Well leave these four there and then you can take me to the other kids, and they can stay with me, at least until your dads ok. Dose that sound good?” Clark asked.

Dick nodded, shooting a glare at Hal and following Clark. Tim didn’t get the memo and swam up to Hal, blinking. Hal picked him up by his arm and stared at the child, Tim grabbed his hair and took some for himself, blinking at Hal as he held the small bit of hair. Hal dropped Tim, who stayed on the bottom as he stared.

“Tim!” Dick called, looking at his brother. “You don’t need more bits for your collection, hurry up!”

Hal was very disturbed when the small pup swam away, keeping his eyes on Hal as Dick grabbed his hand and pulled him along. It wasn’t a long swim back to Clark’s place, Dick woke up Jason softly and handed Damian to him, before setting Tim down on a coral bed and tugging on Clark’s hand.

“C’mon.” He mumbled, pulling on it. “we’ve got to go get the others, then I can relax.”

“Ok, ok. Let’s go.” Clark said softly, following the kid out of the room. Dick did need guiding back to the reef, but once Dick realised where he was, he shot off in one direction. It wasn’t a speed Clark couldn’t easily match, but he did wonder why the pup was so desperate to get back.

Clark’s eyes did widen when Dick went from reef, to deeper. And deeper. Clark was sort of scared they’d come across the trench monsters, but when he went to tell Dick to go up Dick didn’t listen to him, instead going deeper.

Eventually just above a nest of trench creatures, Dick swerved and went into a cave, Clark soon to follow. Dick paused for a minute before he clicked a few times. Dick saw a few flashes and took that as reason to continue, going further into the cave. Clark followed him, eyes shifting around till he saw three more kids. One of them the same Mer type as Bruce, which was cool.

Cassandra was holding a sleeping duke as Stephine was already swimming around Clark curiously. Cassandra flashed a question to Dick, and he nodded.

“This is dads’ boyfriend.” Dick whisper. “Has letting us stay at his place, c’mon.”

Clark was about to protest about the  boyfriend part, well they weren’t together yet, but he got handed a sleeping duke by Cass and had to follow the small part of the brood as they swam passed him, Dick tugging Clark along again.

Clark followed the kids, still off guard by the face they were so deep into the water, but he felt himself able to breath easy again when they got higher.

He looked to the sleeping pup in his arms to the other ones following him, conversing in hushed whispers.  He would’ve laughed in most situations, but he was a little annoyed at the fact that they weren’t explaining the location in the slightest. But either way, that doesn’t really matter right now.

When he got back to the apartment, he ushered the kids into the room his bed was in, where the others were. They honestly just moved into a kind of pile, going to sleep like that. Clarks former irritation was forgotten in the presence of seeing a bunch of cute kids. He hummed, a smile onto his face as he slipped out of the room.

Swimming out,  back to the couch where he had left Bruce, he saw the other sitting up and slowly peeling the seaweed of his tail with an annoyed expression.

“Oh- hey you need that to be safe.” Clark said, swimming over and grabbing Bruce’s hands in one of his, softly re-wrapping the seaweed. He looked up at the other with a smile and sat next to him when he was done.

Bruce looked at him, before just nodding and- and actually leaning on his shoulder. Clark wasn’t able to pinpoint his heart stopped, but it had, and as he wrapped his arms around the other shoulders and leaned his head on top of Bruce, he knew this was where he was going to stay.

Haters be dammed.

(WHOO! Another chapter done, a big one this time! Anyway, I think this one might be one of the last, but don’t worry! I mean the last for this story. Not this au. After I’m done with this, instead of dragging this part of the story on ill host a poll and get you guys to vote on what aspect to work on next, yes it will still be SuperBat centric, but it will be a chance for you all to get a say, and for us to continue this story! If anyone who can and wants to draw enjoys this, and actually dose something for it, please send it in asks! Id love to see any creative works honestly. Even head cannons you have ideas on as well; I’ll try work it into the story if I like it! Anyway, thanks for reading, if you want to be added to tag list just ask and have an amazing day!)

(Oh! And if you have ideas for this au but the next story after this, please send it in comments! Id love to see what you guys want after this one. And if you have other Au ideas, send that in asks! Like I’m also writing a SuperBat fic with Bruce in limbo. If anyone wants that ill, make a pinned post and post both stories. Anyway, sorry for rambling, enjoy!)

(Ok, last thing but I write 1800 words, and I’m really proud of that, because I really enjoy writing and it means so much, I have so many people who want to read, please ask if you want to be tagged, its no bother to me and it makes my day that people enjoy my story. I promise this is the last time, enjoy your day and embrace your creativity!)

Superbly was 16 weeks old when they found him. He’s so intelligent. He’s my favourite fetus.

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ok, so when I have a scene where the jl has to do things to escape, I had a thought.

you know how people keep nerfing Barry Allen’s powers because they can’t figure out a way to deal with speedsters?

would anyone hate me if I used his trap as Oobleck.

like, I think that could work. The faster you go the harder it gets, and if you stop you sink? I could put him shoulder height in oobleck. Just an idea, let me know if you’d accept that down below. Because I don’t want to make ridiculous drawbacks just to handle him as a charecter.

if your insured in the first installment of the fic, it’s linked here.

and if you want to be tagged for the next just seeing this post, ask down below. And I’ll keep the people who are tagged, tagged.