Part Two!!!:

EPIC: the musical x JayVik

ok, this is my first attempt of an iteration so, please, give me feedback.

Odysseus: Jayce

Penelope: Viktor

Telemachus: ???

Anticlea: Ximena

Argos: ???

Athena: Mel? 

(Not sure about that one, feedback needed. If so then I could go god games like, mages. I could do LeBlanc as Zeus and if there’s other confirmed mages make them gods, if not then ask for peoples OC’s that fit the role.)

Zeus: LeBlanc (see above)

Astyanax: ??? 

(Also, any ideas for me to fill in the names for -the horse and the infant- will be taken.)

That’s all I have so far, please let me know about any ideas or any characters, I’m -suffering- trying to do this myself.

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Part five of Jon and the Wayne’s: Bruce’s phone proves he’s a slut.

(None of these are actually dating Bruce yet, they both say they are.)

Bruce finally got off one of his longer patrols and took off the cowl. He finally had some alone time and settled down into bed, pulling up the covers and picking up his phone probably to doom-scroll for an hour before bed, before he saw his inbox was full with voice memos.

He groaned and played the first one.

“Bruce Wayne! Nocturnal blessings my lover, just wanted to call and say I’m thinking about ya. Love ya.” 

minhkhoa khan.

Bruce groaned and deleted it, sinking further into the pillows. “Dumbass.” He mutters, before going to play the next one.

“Bruce, darling! I just had a loooong conversation with koha and he said the two of you had a loooonger conversation, do you not love me anymore? Please answer.” 

Selina Kyle.

Bruce groaned before clicking onto the next one.

“Beloved! I just had a scandolus call with Mrs Kyle about how she thinks you love her more than the woman who gave you a child. I think it’s time for you to be up and front with her.” 

talia al-ghul.

“Whyyyyyy.” Bruce groaned. “I just want to be left alone.” He grumbled, clicking to the next one.

“Lovely Selina just mailed me a dead fish. This is all out wall. How should we retaliate? Please advise!”

minhkhoa khan

At this point Bruce was banging his head on the headboard.

“I just found ‘ghost-bat forever’ carved on my wall darling, I’m ready to kill a bitch. Call me back.”

Selina Kyle.

“This is my life. Why can’t Clark be here. “

Bruce tried to suffocate himself with the pillow as the next one played automatically.

“Beloved, that bitch koha just sent me a selfie of him behind your back of you two on a mission, that cocky fuck!”

Talia Al-Ghul.

Bruce pushed the pillow off his head and just stared at the ceiling. The last mission he went on with Khoa was when he had to wear dicks version of the bat-suit since his was nearly torn apart and it was very tight fitting around- 

Bruce choked on air as the next message played.

“Talia stole my fucking mask, love, tell her to fucking stop!”

minhkhoa khan

Bruce was desperately trying to turn off his phone.

“Why isn’t this working?!?!”

“Bruce, we’ll all outside.”

Selina Kyle.

“Can you pick up your phone? It’s cold out here.”

minhkhoa khan.

“Beloved Mrs Kyle bought a boombox, I’m concerned, get out here.”

Talia Al-Ghul.

Bruce went to go yell at the three.

Bruce phone was left on his bed as he went outside, it vibrated alone, until it switched over to message.

“Hey Bruce, I’m on the roof, are you currently in the ground garden trying to beat the shit out of three people to the tune of Peter Gabriel’s in your eyes?”

Jon. 

part four: Jon and poker

part six: Jon’s quest with a new freind.

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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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Everyone.

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(requested by anonymous)

hey!! i came here for my FIRST EVER request!!

because after watching the new bedroom ranking video i keep thinking about his girlfriend submitting her own video of his room 😭😭 like showing his cats and saying “yeah these are my cats” 😭😭 maybe he’s sitting there with headphones on, unaware, and she says ignore my boyfriend over there✍🏼✍🏼

idk! i hope this is not boring as hell the thought just didn’t leave my head😭😭😭

I see it like he gets a photo of your shared bedroom and the cats are sitting on the bed with each other snuggled up. And he tries to play it off like it’s nothing.

“Damn this person seems to have the same bedroom set up as me” knowing full well you were the one who submitted it.

Going to the next slide it’s a photo of his desk, but it’s empty. Jambo sitting on top of his pc.

“I didn’t submit my own room what the hell is this”. He’d say, trying to play up this part

That’s when you would come into the room he was streaming in, standing behind him stiffly as you took another photo. Sending it to him. He’d open it on stream and just slowly turn around and once you both made eye contact you both would scream at each other and then instantly stop.

He’d make sure that those submissions were the last ones of the night because he would abruptly end stream like he was cut off. Which made a great clip for YouTube and TikTok

Part six of Jon and the Wayne’s: mission and Kris.

In this au Jim adopted a teen. I don’t know backstory, he’s painfully not cut out to be a vigilante, dosent want to be one, but is grafted along by Damian and Jon. Mostly Jon. He has blue eyes, ginger hair and his name is Kris. Enjoy.

Jon stared down at the planes bellow. Normally he would fly him and his team down, but now wasn’t normally. And he had been doused with a good amount of kryptonite gas a few hours ago, so he was considerably weakened. He turned to his friends.

“Alright guys, who do we get down this cliff?”

Damian looked at him and smirked, putting his sword back into his holster and pulling his hood down he stared down.

“Gentlemen, I have a plan.”

Kris’s face dropped.

“Nope. Veto.” He but in, before Damian could even say anything. Damian looked downright offended.

“You didn’t hear the plan!” He protested, turning to Jon. “Kent! He didn’t even hear the plan!”

Jon sighed, crossing his arms like an exasperated mother.

“Kris, you didn’t even hear the plan.”

“For gods sake.” Kris groaned, looking over Damian’s head. Damian didn’t appreciate it but Kris wasn’t finished speaking.

“We already know what the plan is Kent!”

“I don’t like to assume.” Jon said, glancing slightly down at Damian, who looked murder-y. 

“Which means you already know!” Kris explained exasperatedly.

Damian glared at Kris.

“How do you know the plan when you haven’t heard the plan.” He growled, taking a step closer to him.

“How do you say no to the plan when you haven’t heard the plan!”

“Damian,” kris started, concerned. “I know what’s gonna happen.” He said. “And I know the two of you are probably gonna be fine, but I’m gonna die, and then I’ll be a ghost.” He said, shivering. “And I don’t know what the rules of that exactly are, but then I think that means I’d have to haunt you guys.” He said.

“And I would really, really like to avoid that if I can.”

“You’re such a worm,” Damian said solemnly glaring at him. “And I’m going to call you wormy from now on.”

“Jonathan he’s calling me wormy again!”

“Now wormy, we can say no to the plan, but first we know the plan to say no to the plan. So we have to hear the plan to know the plan to say no to the plan.” Jon said calmly, putting a hand on Kris’s shoulder.

“Fine, ok.” Kris said warily, looking at Damian, who was now grinning maliciously.

“Great!” Damian said, smiling. Evil.

“So I was thinking-“ he started, then grabbed both their collars, running to the edge while yelling.

“We’re jumping!”

The ending could barely hear anything, but caught the sound of someone yelling.

“I knew it!” Before two screams and one cackle.

Kris in the end was mostly fine. His hood got snagged on a branch before he hit the ground. He was upset about his hoddie though.

Part five: Bruce is an accidental 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!)

Enjoy your read!         

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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!)

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch