Not all that weird until you realize that they ran off to the -same- closet...

>>42387
SPIDERHAND

>>42388
this is really cute. But the drawings are PAINFULLY misproportioned.

Can anyone link me to some well-written one-shots?

>>42404

http://teland.com/inaround.html (toonverse)
http://teland.com/stories/afountain.html (includes Dick/Tim, but focuses on Bruce/Clark)

>>42403
And Rai is one of the most prolific S/B fanartists out there. The weird...longness never grows on you.

More things to feel conflicted about!

>>42458
Her art is weird to get into, sometimes I love it but then at other times the way she positions the characters making the long necks and limbs really visible, it scare me.

>>42373
I see a number 1 in your filename there. I must respectfully demand the other pages, because this thing is adorable.

>>42373
Oh that's Joteivv she mostly does Legion of Superheroes and her own stuff but I do have some S/B stuff from her.

>>42493

>>42407
Teland has often a very interesting and unique take on Superman. He is a true superpowered (and also super sex crazed hehe) alien in the stories that tones down a lot to fit in. Shows best in a story where Tim is turned into a girl; can't remember which one that was though.
The writing style has a natural feeling to it, you can really see it all happen just like this.
There simply aren't enough Bruce/Clark from Te.

>>42404
arch_schatten and cycnus39 on Livejournal are really good. One shots and longer fic mingle, though. Do you want porny stuff only or is anything okay?

even her deserts are abundant by 22by7

No Man's Land


He had been walking back to the farm. Where from? The market? Horse-smelling Clark, coltish still, the hair on his arms shivering. One minute he was tasting the rain, eyes squeezed shut and tongue stuck out to the winter sky. ‘And then it turned into sleet.’

That tightening of the lower lip, there, could conceivably be amusement. Bruce says, ‘I won’t try to guess.’

‘I didn’t do it,’ Clark says automatically; then, ‘It was like being bombarded by marshmallows.’

Bruce doesn’t have to say, I wouldn’t know.



Clark has a fantasy about that day he was in Gotham. This fantasy is… a work perennially in progress, you could say. He is a little ashamed of how unimaginative it is, painfully aware of how much he fears it. It starts out innocuously enough, as many of these fantasies do. He has just made it rain for Gotham - for Batman. Batman and Clark Kent are standing surrounded by slender green saplings. A garden in a fallen city. He's made it rain and now Batman is looking at him. Some moments pass and Batman tugs the cowl off. This is how Clark can be sure that it's a fantasy.

It was daytime. It was impossible.

The rain makes the armour something sexual, or an oilslick Clark wants to climb into and fall asleep in. Clark steps around the gently swaying body of a sapling and places both of his hands on Batman's chest. Bruce exhales like he has been holding his breath for fifteen years. Clark is aroused by the idea, and also by the spike in Bruce's heartrate, which feels like a gift and not an accidental disclosure. As if Bruce is saying, This is what you do to me. Listen. The old dust smell swirls into the moist earth smell. A rivulet makes the long journey from the corner of Bruce's mouth, down his jaw, past his throat, into the dark cave of Clark's mouth. Clark is twelve years old and tasting the rain with his tongue stuck out and his eyes squeezed shut. Bruce moans out of the kiss, grinding his forehead against Clark's.

This is the crucial moment in the fantasy.

Clark's hand stutters up Bruce's jaw and his thumb pushes hard against the fragile skin between his left eye and his nose. Pushing hard, dragging down. And now there is a wet dirt smear striping Bruce's face.

Yes, this moment. How to prolong, how to embellish? Clark is sometimes a novelist. Clark has only been able to come up with three choices.

One, Bruce glares at him, Bruce is magnificent like lightning, Bruce reaches down with infinite slowness and sucks Clark's thumb into his own mouth. Clark is frozen but all of his atoms are rearranged, remade by that contact. Two, Bruce suddenly laughs, startled into childlike innocence, rubs Clark's face with his own gloved and muddy hands. Now their hands are biting at each other like deadly animals at play. Three, and there is no three. Clark finds himself obsessed with three. He thinks about it at the office, he thinks about it while destroying giant purple robots, he thinks about it in the tiny garden he's made for Lois on the balcony of their apartment. On such occasions he appreciates a certain sense of blasphemy, although he doesn’t believe in the god his parents believe in. Three begins in medias res in one of the showers in the Watchtower. Clark has selected this particular location because it is fairly neutral, also because it is associated with relaxation and easy camaraderie and, now and then, a bit of voyeurism.

Clark enjoys watching Bruce scrub himself clean. Sometimes he feels that he should not. Bruce in his quiet madness, Bruce scratching his own back raw in an effort to fully cleanse himself. Bruce, bruised, body shifting in the softest of sighs, bracing himself against the wall of the shower stall: blink and you miss it (did you ever see it? No, you didn’t). Lazy red trails disappearing down the drain. Bruce never turns around. He doesn’t have to. This is what the world does to me. Feel. Clark goes to him, Clark clasps his body from behind, and the water moulds them together, the water is the rain over broken Gotham, the water is not water at all but acid etching them into each other.

As for Clark. All he has to do is stand under a shower for five seconds. Nothing stays under his nails. Nothing gets under his skin.



Bruce hates it when Clark starts talking about Kansas, so Clark stops. Clark remembers Bruce walking downstairs in Clark’s parents’ house in a sweater the colour of tenderest leaves. Something grasping, unfurling inside of Clark’s subconscious, digging up with hungry fingers. Clark remembers pressing them back down, down, down. Man of steel, that’s what they call him.

It has been three hours and fourteen seconds. ‘False alarm?’ Clark suggests, along with apology, unwanted sympathy. Bruce licks a raindrop from the corner of his own lips. He ignores Clark.

Metropolis is hard and bright like a box of jewels. Not tonight; softened somehow, a patient glimmer, it yawns and stretches out before them. The two men wait.

>>42481
There isn't more of that specifically D:
But there is a lot of stuff like this

>>42460>>42461
TINY HEADS HUGE NECKS MASSIVE TORSOS WAT

>>42407
mm, I used to like Te when I was in highschool but I'm pretty disillusioned with her at this point.

>>42509
I normally hate this kind of thing, but this is both funny and adorable.

HEY GUYS

Have one of my favorite fics!

http://www.angelfire.com/rant/willbitewhenprovoked/azurine/hell.html

But you should probably fiddle with the page style if you want to avoid going blind.

>>42586

Best
Fic
EVER

>>42586

I have read that fic so many times. It never gets old.

My favorite S/B author is northernwalker
http://nw-fic.livejournal.com/1942.html

>>42593
That was a good fic, thanks for sharing :D

Also I love insecure Clark and how Bruce just messes things up.

>>42362
>Ilikewherethisisgoing.jpg

http://4chanarchive.org/brchive/dspl_thread.php5?thread_id=16381140&x=Batman+Suckers

I'll just leave this here...

>>42943
I thoroughly enjoyed watching that one unfold. Good to know it still makes me laugh like a nitwit.

>>42943

LMFAO. WHAT THE FUCK.

Looklooklooklooklook! Rai art that makes everyone happy!

I've noticed a lot of art has Batman being abusive towards Superman, I'm still not 100% familiar with this pairing but is Batman like tsundere for Superman?

>>43184
I have the same feeling XDDD

>>43184
batman is tsundere with everyone.

just with no Dere Dere.

>>43210

No, he has a dere dere side, it's just buried reeeeaaaaallly far down inside him where most people can't see it.

>>43222
him not hitting you in the face is how he shows dere dere. DAWWWWW

>>42758
Little Kon must've dressed himself, because his shirt's on backward. D'aww.

Or maybe Clark's just bad at being a dad.

>>43230
I think he genuinely cares for Clark but he verbally abuses Clark when they have arguments or when Superman does things he doesn't approve of, the main offenders being when Clark ignores Bruce or when he deliberately puts himself in danger. Physical abuse comes in usually when Clark really is doing something Bruce hates or when he's mind-control. Regardless Bruce won't let someone else hurt him and much less use Kryptonite against him.

>>43262
Maybe Kon is in that age where he wants to be independent and Clark just let him do dress himself for that ocassion.

bumping with HOTNESS

http://arch-schatten.livejournal.com/115069.html

HUGE PICTURE

http://io9.com/5560748/batmans-made-up-his-mind-hes-keeping-supermans-baby

Holy Guacamole, Batmom!

>>44481
Oh god.... I hate mpreg

>>44596
Holy shit, so do I

>>44618
Me too...

>>44481

I saw this on Geekologie and wondered how long it would take for it to end up here.

Urgh.

>>44481
Fuck you, internet. Fuck you.

looking for fics with Bruce bottoming. Rec me?

>>44481
I saw it on b_lulz

I don't know source. I wish I did. Dear sweet succulent apples I wish I did.

>>45782
http://judin.livejournal.com/24941.html#cutid1
Short but sweet.

http://worldsfinest.comicslash.com/archive/viewstory.php?sid=149
Very hot. You have to be registered to read it, but everyone that likes this pairing should have an account there anyway.

http://worldsfinest.comicslash.com/archive/viewstory.php?sid=83
Kal-el and an open Bruce. Also need to be logged in to read.

Anyone have the one fic which consists entirely of a long, in-depth sex scene and every excruciating detail within it?

The Chinese Supes/Bats fancommunity is apparently amazing.

I think this suit is Bruce's gift to Clark for
Valentines' Day, y/y?

>>48384
I'm totally okay with this theory.

>>48384
"You should wear something less... Colorful."
"Why?"
"To gain more respect and instill fear."
"But Ma' made it for me!"
"Yeah, yeah... I'm thinking black."

I would be very, very surprised if the internet only has two threads worth of material for these two.

But new stuff is getting so hard to find, sadfic is all I got ;__;

http://jane-potter.livejournal.com/18508.html

talk on the Watchmen thread made me curious...any good podfics of these two out there? Could be gen even, I'm not picky!

>>50399
I'm fairly certain that there is none in existence but uh I didn't look too hard because I got distracted by fanart. Like this!