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Something about the STAS Kryptonian garments makes me long for a place I don’t even know
oh, kon-el
oh, kon-el
in the dark of the knight
Bruce Wayne/Reader, 2.4K
a/n: a request for secret identity shenanigans, hope y’all like it! :)
cw: attempted mugging, implications of violence, secret identity snafu, yearning on Bruce’s end, slightly oblivious!reader, gn!reader (no description of features/clothing)
PREVIEW:
“—I thought I was dead for sure. But he swept in—scared them all off—”
You smartly gather them up into your arms and turn back to regard your employer, who it seems has taken careful observation of you. You conclude your tale with a cheery, “—And I’ll never forget it.”
“Did you get a good look at him?” Bruce asks, with a quality to his voice that seems ambiguous in its tenebrity.
“Good enough to know,” You assert, letting your eyes run averted to the ground, “That he’s handsome underneath it.”
tl;dr: one man competes for your heart, day and night. Bruce Wayne/Reader
te lo dije bien clarito
Clark Kent/Reader, 1.5K
a/n: a request for Clark that I very much enjoyed writing! :)
cw: attempted dirty talking, language barrier, use of honey/darling, gn!reader (no description of features/clothing)
PREVIEW:
“<I want to have your root.>” you assert with unabashed confidence. This is what makes him blink in bewilderment, for two primary reasons.
Mainly, he hadn’t cottoned on to the fact that you spoke Kryptonian, at all. Your accent is distinctly Terran, but the pronunciation is unmistakable. One might almost say, practiced and recited to perfection.
The second reason is that he has no idea why you would proposition him for vegetables, especially root vegetables at this time of year—farmer’s son, and all that.
It’s only after a long elapsing of a silence drawing tautly weird, for lack of a better word, that Clark realizes he still owes you a response.
“My what?”
tl;dr: the language gap is hard to close. Clark Kent/Reader
Sometimes, we’re just low quality Batfam
Jaybin and his big brother
Baby with his baby I LOVE THEM SM
one of the batkids gets dosed with truth serum and they immediately use it to try to get the others in trouble. not the non-drugged batkids using it to their advantage mind you, but the drugged one.
Dick: B i have to tell you something and you have to remember i literally cannot lie. Jason’s on drugs. i saw him taking drugs you need to punish him. he’s on drugs.
Bruce:
Jason from across the cave, THE most irritated they’ve ever heard him: I TOOK AN IBUPROFEN YOU FUCKIN’ JACKASS.
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Damian: father, usually i am not a snitch because Jason trained that out of me at the league, but i am under truth serum so i feel i have no choice but to let you know that Timothy is neglecting to tell you about injuries he gets on patrol again, despite your interventions. he clearly has no respect for you and this should be addressed.
Bruce, grave: Tim, is this true?
Tim, immensely confused: wha- NO?!
Bruce: Damian is currently unable to lie to me, Tim. please, be honest.
Damian: he even did it tonight, he does it all the time father.
Tim: what the- WHAT FUCKING-
Tim: *pauses*
Tim, incredulous: yOU MEAN THE FUCKING SPLINTER I GOT FOUR HOURS AGO?!?!
Bruce:
Bruce: ok but you didn’t deny the no respect thing.
Tim: no comment.
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Tim, through the coms: B, i’ve been dosed with truth serum. also Jason’s killing again.
Jason, just accidentally stepped on a snail but loves to disappoint Batman: and i’ll fucking do it again, what are you gonna do about it?
This somehow might be the most siblings-coded post you’ve created yet