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This one is the first version I did of Clark but had to change the light to show his blush more.
Final Version here. (coming soon)
Idea of the lovely @amaryllisamaryllidoideae
(had to post this early because im going to the beach tomorrow)
It's An AU Kind Of Day
18th Century | Firefighter Clark & Doctor Bruce | Universe Swap
Bruce was obviously inspired by the Highwaymen, though I did try to include some batty aspects with the edging on his cloak and the points on his mask.
Clark was very loosely based on theatrical costuming of the era, I was trying to go for that dramatic, superreal feeling of the original Superman suit
[FULL FANFIC-BIT ON AO3!]
They lock eyes every now and again; it's hard not to, for Bruce. As the seemingly middle-aged firefighter slowly strips himself of his gear, and then his uniform. On, what should be his breakfast/lunch break at 9 at night, Bruce is slow to look away from the tease of skin under the sweaty uniform t-shirt and has stopped chewing (or tasting, for that matter) his cold breakfast burrito Dick had dropped off earlier in the day on his way to work.
This... show is a nightly one neither seem to acknowledge, as Bruce leans back, recounting neuroanatomy in a vain effort to distract from how the t-shirt really didn't hide all that much as the firefighter peels it off, slowly, slowly.
Yes, he's had his partners make a show of it all, rightfully unembarrassed of their bodies, as they rile him up, but this? The way the firefighter unbuttons the first of his heavy-duty pants, and sighs, stomach relaxing, arms stretched above him in content... This feels downright exhibitionist.
Yes, Bruce could have sat anywhere on the medical campus, but chose the bench next to the firehouse for the solitude it gave at night, could have chosen a different spot as his haunt when they locked eyes the first time, the fourth time, the tenth. But how could he? He's only a man. Bruce is only a man, underneath the decades of accomplishments, accolades, and loss.
He repeats this to himself, as the firefighter locks eyes with him, once again, but this time--
This time starts walking over, determination in his eyes. [...] FULL WRITING ON AO3!
I wrote a few weeks for Superbat Week 2024 so here's a roundup post for them all.
"When I was 6 years old, I had an imaginary friend..."
Putting this as part of @superbatweek2024 - Day 6: Universe Swap!
The first chapter of a Scarlet Pimpernel fusion, featuring Bruce as Baron Blakeney and Clark as his long-suffering husband (go with it). Also starring Harold Jordan, who experiments with batteries and has only just arrived from the recently revolutionary US of A, and set amid the Reign of Terror.
Summary:
Clark Kent (known to the London salon scene as Clerc St. Just), Frenchman, writer, and wit, never expected to marry a baron.
Maybe if he’d seen it coming, he could have picked a better one.
***
Bruce Wayne, Baron Blakeney, never expected to be estranged from his husband less than a year after they married. But.
The mission had to come first.
Written for Superbat Week 2024, Day 6, 18th Century AU
SORRY THIS IS LATE WHOOPS Day 6: It's an AU kind of day Winged AU!!!!! I love superbat and i love birds so.... why not combine them? Bruce is a black solitary eagle bc i think im funny Everyone thinks Clark is a summer tanager but really hes just some random alien bird idk
I took on the momentous task of doing a fanfic and fanart for each day of Superbat week! All of my fics are up here on ao3 (i put 'em in a series together), but here is all of the fanart I did as well!
Day 1: Identity Shenanigans | Costume Swap
Day 2: Ordeals on the Road | Traveling Together
Day 3: Xenobio Extravaganza | Alien Biology
[Oops! Sorry, too NSFW for Tumblr, but you can view it here]
Day 4: This is a Love Story/Detective Story | Undercover
Day 5: We are Family | Tired Dads™️
Day 5: It’s an AU Kind of Day | 18th Century
Day 7: FREE DAY!!! | Superbat?
Thank you everyone for all the kind words and supportive of me throughout this week! It was a blast, and I hope you all had a great Superbat week too! Already excited for what next year holds 💙
And huge thank you to the folks at @superbatweek2024 for hosting this event, you gave such wonderful prompts and did a great job!
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Fandom: DCU Pairing(s): Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Length: 5k Chapters: 1/1 Summary:
"Holy crap," Wally said, clearly torn between fear and delight. "Girl Bats."
or:
It's a cliché, a man telling his male best friend he'd totally date him if he were a girl. Thanks to interdimensional shenanigans, Bruce gets dangerously close to seeing that reality play out. He doesn't particularly enjoy it.
Rating: General audiences | 4.7k words, complete
DCU | Pairing: Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne (Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne)
Summary: It’s a beautiful day at the farm. Clark is spending it with his ma, helping out with some chores, when he hears something strange in the barn. And for some reason, the cat is quite worked up about it.
For @superbatweek2024, Day 6: It's an AU kind of day
“Calm down, girl,” Clark says, shushing the displeased ball of fur in his arms. “It’s just a mouse.” Hopefully it’s not too badly injured, he’d hate having to put it out of its misery even if it’s for the best. He spots a drop of red soaking into the hay and catches the iron scent of blood in the air, and his gaze lands on the— Oh. What is—? That’s not a mouse at all. The little black shape stumbles away from Clark and doesn’t stop until it reaches the wall. It turns, and a tiny but seemingly human face peers up at him with wide, fierce eyes. Its—his chest flutters with panicked breaths, small limbs trembling with fear and adrenaline. Oh, right. Clark is still holding the cat that tried to eat him.
The wildfire had been burning through tri-state suburbs and had reached the outskirts of Metropolis mid-afternoon yesterday. Most of the area had been evacuated, and air tankers were there. But then the wind shifted. It went from a humid eastern breeze to a hot and scorching southern wind. Clark had felt it, almost unbearably warm, when he'd gone out on the fire escape for his 10pm break. Pushing the door felt like peering in the oven.
After midnight, the first wave of injured firefighters came in. It was the usual suspects then: dehydration, heatstroke, lungs full of smoke. The second wave came in around 2, and with it the tales of clumsy evacuations and crumbling buildings as the fire advanced through populated towns. Contusions from falling through burning floors, burns from sizzling hot metal.
His shift was almost over when Bruce Wayne was brought in. Clark was just about to sit down with his nth coffee to finish writing up patient notes. Wayne was rolled in on a stretcher by paramedics yelling for a crash cart. His arm had been crushed and lay mangled at his side, bleeding. He wasn't breathing.
Everyone knew who Bruce Wayne was. The story of a billionaire channeling the entirety of his wealth into Gotham's charities and working as a firefighter to pay the bills wasn't exactly common. And Clark was pretty sure he'd seen a couple iterations of firefighters calendars in the locker rooms with Wayne and his salt-and-pepper hair, defined abs and muscular arms prominently featured.
In the ER, nurses and patients alike were frozen, listening to the ongoing ressucitation. Like everyone, Clark let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when he heard, "Pulse--I've got a pulse!"
He didn't see Wayne before the week after when he was transferred to the ward where Clark did his night shift rounds.
Bruce Wayne wasn't like Clark expected. To be honest, he wasn't sure what he had expected. More exuberance, maybe. Or more of a playboy attitude, whatever that was. But Bruce Wayne was mostly quiet. He was also visibly used to hospitals and medical procedures. And Clark understood why the first time he asked Wayne to lift his shirt to listen to his lungs.
"Wow. Okay, that's a lot of burn scars."
"I work with fire a lot," Wayne deadpanned softly.
That wasn't just working with fire, Clark thought. It was two decades of big and small skin grafts, covering almost all of Wayne's torso, his back, most of his upper arms and at least one leg from what Clark could see. He'd thought he'd spotted make-up on some of those calendar pictures too. The lacy pattern of scar tissue was impressive. It was also terrifyingly sobering. "You must be very dedicated, Mr Wayne."
Wayne said nothing.
On the night of Clark's third visit, he asked him to call him Bruce. Then he said, "What about you, Dr Kent? You have a first name?"
That's when Clark knew Bruce Wayne was flirting with him. "Clark," he said. Clark did work out his fair share, and he wasn't an idiot: he knew he was good-looking. Still, he was dressed in loose fitting scrubs, had a mask over his face half the time with pockets under his eyes roomy enough to fit the latest iPhone, and his breath smelled like cold coffee at least half the time.
But it was in the open now. Bruce Wayne was flirting with him, and Clark knew he was being flirted with, and Bruce knew that he knew. So, "You don't look at me the same way others do, Clark," Bruce said. An explanation. Which could also work as an apology, as if Bruce was bracing for rejection.
"How do others look at you?"
"Like I'm broken."
Looking back, that's when Clark fell in love.
"Hey, Kent!"
The shout from behind stopped Clark in his tracks. He groaned inwardly, turning around to face the transfer student from Gotham—the bane of his high school existence—Bruce fucking Wayne.
"Bruce, I’ve got nothing to say to you," Clark said flatly. Bruce glared at him, arms crossed over his bare chest.
"Yeah? Does this look familiar to you?" Bruce asked, reaching into his bag on the nearby bench. He pulled something out and tossed it at Clark. Instinctively, Clark caught it, and his blood ran cold when he realized what it was—his missing red blanket.
"This is mine! Where did you find it?" Clark demanded.
"Your room," Bruce replied with a shrug.
"Did… did you break into my house to steal my stuff? What is wrong with you?"
Bruce smirked. "I returned it, didn’t I? I borrowed it for an experiment."
Clark took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. Oh, how I wish I could strangle him right now. "What experiment?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Various kinds. And guess what I found out? That blanket of yours is impervious to damage."
"What?" Clark said, confusion growing.
"Fireproof and practically indestructible. It's stronger than anything known to man." Bruce’s gaze sharpened. "It’s definitely not from Earth."
Clark's heart skipped a beat. "What are you trying to say, Wayne?"
Bruce moved closer, their chests almost touching, his icy blue eyes boring into Clark’s. "I'm saying that you aren’t from Earth." His voice dropped to a low, menacing growl. "Are you part of the same alien force that destroyed Gotham City Hall?"
"I don’t know what you're talking about! I’m not an alien!" Clark shouted defensively, shoving Bruce without thinking.
Bruce went flying, crashing into the metal lockers with a loud clang. He groaned, slumping to the floor.
Clark's stomach lurched as he realized what he’d done. The lockers were completely dented in. "I—I didn’t mean to do that!" Clark ran over, kneeling beside Bruce. "Bruce, are you okay? I’m so sorry! I couldn’t control my strength!"
Bruce clutched his head, wincing. "Ugh, my head... Selina was right—honey trapping would be more effective than direct interrogation." He paused, eyes half-lidded. "Think she’d give me tips?"
"What?" Clark blinked, utterly lost. "Bruce, you’re probably concussed." He quickly lifted Bruce into his arms in a bridal carry. "You need medical attention, hold on!"
Bruce groaned. "Can we at least wear something? I mean, sure, you’ve got a lot to be proud of, but I’d rather not expose myself to the whole world right now."
Clark blushed, realizing their state of undress. Hastily, he lowered Bruce back to the ground, grabbed his blanket, and draped it over both of them. Once they were decently covered, Clark scooped Bruce up again and ran out of the locker room, ignoring the strange and alarmed looks from the other students.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, DCU (Comics), Superman - All Media Types, Superman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Clark Kent & Jonathan Kent & Martha Kent, Clark Kent & Jonathan Samuel Kent & Lois Lane, Clark Kent/Lois Lane/Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Superfamily Members, Clark Kent & Superfamily Members Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Matrix | Mae Kent, Lois Lane, Martha Kent, Jonathan “Pa” Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Natasha Irons, John Henry Irons, Linda Danvers, Kara Zor-El Additional Tags: Pirate Bruce Wayne, Merperson Clark Kent, Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Merperson Kon-El | Conner Kent, Merperson Kara Zor-El, Merperson Linda Danvers, Harpy Matrix | Mae Kent, Alternate Universe, Love Confessions, Getting to Know Each Other, Meet the Family, Falling In Love Series: Part 6 of Superbat Week 2024 Summary:
Hazily, Bruce watched the last bubbles of air leave his lungs and drift up. His lungs burned from lack of oxygen, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to swim up to the surface before he passed out. This was it. Bruce felt his eyes close and darkness encroaching.
Something warm touched his face. There was a brief brush of lips against his and suddenly he could breathe again.
Bruce opened his eyes. There was an ethereally beautiful face filling his vision. Long, dark hair haloed his face, and the person’s eyes glowed a deep, striking blue. Odd, shimmering spots decorated his face and - was that a tail Bruce saw? Bruce passed out before he could make sense of it.
Or: Merperson!Clark and Pirate!Bruce For @superbatweek2024 Day 6: It’s an AU Kind of Day
My submission for Day 6 of SuperBat Week! This is for the Firefighter Clark and Doctor Bruce prompt. Shout out to my beta @spicypotstickerbliss and a huge thank you to the organizers of this event @superbatweek2024
Summary: At the scene of a devastating car crash, probationary firefighter Clark Kent stumbles upon a little boy in desperate need of care and comfort. Clark is ready to stay with the boy through his treatment; he can’t stomach the thought of the boy being alone during such a scary moment. What Clark isn’t prepared for is running into the same doctor who saved his father’s life a couple of months ago.
Summary:
Doctor Bruce is tending to an arson case on-site when his husband, Firefighter Clark, gets on the scene to fight the blaze and gets injured.
The two decide to sleep together that night, with Bruce taking full control.
Superbat Week 2024: Firefighter Clark and Doctor Bruce
