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    Superman couldn’t help but be offended by Batman’s hesitation towards reporters. Whenever one came up, Batman would disappear entirely into the shadows, doing all he could to not spit in their direction. When he finally learns of his identity, mild mannered Clark Kent feels awful.

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    02 Jul 2026

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    Bruce Wayne has taken a shine to Clark Kent, but Clark is more interested in the Bat of Gotham. The Bat, however, has it in for the Superman in a big way. Clark should probably have considered that before falling quite so hard. They're working together to track down some missing Kryptonian weaponry, after all...

    Written for the Superbat Reverse Bang 2018!

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    17 May 2026

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    He sighed to himself and downed the glass of champagne he'd been nursing—non-alcoholic, but enough to convince anyone who might give him a passing glance. He hated this, every time he had to do it. There was one surefire way to derail anyone who began wondering whether maybe Bruce Wayne was doing more than just donating funds to Batman.

    His tie hung loose around his neck, shirt unbuttoned to halfway down his chest, laughing too easily, pressing close to everyone he spoke to, whispering in ears, playing the part, until he turned and froze on the spot.

    Clark Kent, in his signature ill-fitting suit, stood holding a notebook and pen, staring at him with barely-concealed glee.

    Bruce cringed internally. He hated this. He especially hated when it had to be witnessed by someone he actually respected.

    or: After a Gala, Bruce and Clark end up in bed together. They're friends, just helping each other out, no strings attached. Which would be great, if Bruce hadn't been halfway to head-over-heels since the day they met.

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    08 May 2026

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    15 Apr 2026

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    “God, I’m horrified, Bruce. I can’t close my eyes without thinking about it, without seeing you—“ His hands stay half-lifted, as if to ward off the memory. His chest heaves, eyes darting away, unwilling or unable to meet Bruce’s gaze fully. “You looked so afraid of me.” 

    And how can Bruce possibly admit to Clark that he was without Clark twisting it into fuel for more self loathing? That feeling his own painfully human fragility frightened him more than he imagined it could; that the knowledge he allowed someone with the power to kill him in seconds this close, every single day, ran counter to everything he had ever stood for, everything he had built himself upon, without Clark hearing regret in every word?

    “It wasn’t you.” 

    ”It was my hands.” Clark’s voice cracks.

    or : hit with a fear toxin specifically targeting him, clark doesn't know how to cope in the aftermath of hurting the person he cares for most

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    05 May 2026

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