#superman xxx

[kriptoniandna]

Henry Cavill by Carlos Gzz.

#carlos gzz #henry cavill #henry cavill superman #kryptonian dna #restorethesnyderverse #superman xxx

[thornedrose44]

20 for supercorp please?

Prompt: “Are you already dating someone new?”

“Supergirl!” The reporter yelled, pulling the hero’s attention away from greeting the crowd after stopping a getaway car. “Are you already dating someone new?”

Kara frowned, eyebrows shooting up in surprise, “Am I… what?”

And that was all the opening the reporter needed, Kara had engaged and was locked in.

“You were seen out on the town with Diana Prince only last week, the two of you were engaged in a close conversation.”

“That… I… we… uh…” Kara stammered, her blush the irrefutable proof the reporter needed.

“And then last night you were seen with James Olsen on a date clearly set up by Superman.”

“What? Superman had nothing to do with it. When I dated James I did it all by myself. But we’re not-“

“Dated? You’ve had a previous relationship? Exes rekindling the romance? Diana Prince merely used to rouse jealousy in your once lover? Who knew Supergirl was such a heartbreaker?”

“That was a lot of questions and none of them point to the truth.” Kara huffed.

“So James was just another in a long line, hmm?”

“I didn’t say that-“

“Who will Supergirl date next? Her identity and libido now revealed and free to conquer the city,” The reporter turned to fully face the camera, completely ignoring Kara’s outrage in the background as he pointed down the lens, “maybe it could be you?”

xxx

“Watch out, everyone! Supergirl’s raging libido is on the loose!” Nia called out as Kara landed on the Tower’s balcony looking awfully put out - bottom lip stuck out petulantly.

“Eww, please don’t talk about my sister’s libido.” Alex grimaced, glancing up from the monitor she was studying with Kelly. Esme was spending the day with J’onn, giving the parents a chance to catch up on some odd tasks at the Tower before going on a date. Lena and Brainy were fiddling with some tech components on a workbench in the corner of the room.

“Sorry, Alex but the whole city is talking about it, who knows who will be next?” Nia singsonged, looking far too pleased with herself.

“I shouldn’t have engaged…” Kara groaned, banging her head lightly against a wall.

“Yup!” Nia agreed, “But you did! Cat Grant is furious!”

“Ugh…” Kara slouched, sinking to the floor.

“Nia, I think she’s suffered enough.” Lena said, approaching quietly.

Nia pouted, patting Kara’s shoulder amicably before skipping away, her and Brainy departing together to go on their regular lunch date.

“How are you holding up, heartbreaker?” Lena teased, holding out a hand to help Kara up.

“Not you too.” Kara whined, accepting the hand offered her merely to link their hands together - palms brushing and fingers interlocking - using her own abilities to hover back onto her feet. “You know this is all your fault, right?”

Lena quirked an eyebrow, “How do you figure that?”

“No smoke without fire.” Kara replied confidently, swinging their joined hands back and forth. “I have an aura.”

Lena’s gaze narrowed as she repeated slowly, “An aura?”

“Yep.” Kara popped the word, smile growing into a grin. “A happily dating aura.”

Lena smirked, “Are you sure it’s not a recently fu-“

“NOPE! Nuh uh!” Alex shouted, fingers swiftly plugging ears. “Not listening! Kelly let’s go!”

Kelly shook her head in fond amusement of her wife, “Bye guys!”

Alex bolted for the exit, Kelly following more sedately behind.

“You did that on purpose.” Kara accused.

Lena placed a hand over her chest in mock offence. “Not everything can be my fault.” She followed this up with a shrug, “Admittedly I definitely did that on purpose and will gladly take accountability for Supergirl’s raging libido.”

Kara rolled her eyes, tugging Lena closer and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“You know there’s no substance to the rumours, right? I only have eyes for you.” Kara reassured, gently checking in. This thing between them was still new, still finding its feet and Kara wanted to keep it safe and sheltered for as long as possible.

“I know, my love.” Lena affirmed, hand reaching out to comb through Kara’s hair. “It’s gossip mongering, I’ve suffered my fair share.”

“I don’t like adding to it.” Kara pouted, leaning into Lena’s tender care.

“You add so much more joy and love to counterbalance it. I knew what I was getting into dating Supergirl.”

“Still…”

“I can handle your raging libido, my love.”

“That’s going to stick isn’t it?”

“Afraid so; Cat has said it is to be your punishment.” Lena explained with a light chuckle. “She trained you to know better than to engage.”

“I know…” Kara grumbled, leaning forward to rest her forehead on Lena’s shoulder.

“I have a suggestion of how to get back in her good graces…”

“Oh?” Kara hummed, turning her head to gently kiss Lena’s neck.

“We offer her the bigger story to share.” Lena offered, voice quiet and shy.

Kara slowly pulled back, brow furrowed, “Bigger story?”

Lena nodded, “Well, I hope a Super and Luthor relationship would be bigger than your libido but who knows?”

Kara blinked, “You want to go public?”

“Only if you want to. And I view it less as going public and more as…” Lena hesitated, “setting the record straight.”

“I didn’t think the dating rumours bothered you?”

“They don’t.” Lena said. “It’s the lack of rumours that bothers me.”

“The lack?”

“I spent so long thinking that there was never going to be more between us, that our relationship was always destined to be platonic - which I was more than happy with but…” Lena looked away, cheeks tinting with embarrassment, “seeing how I am always the best friend in the news… It reminds me of that time. I don’t want to be in that box anymore. I don’t want us to be.”

“Hey, we’re not.” Kara promised, pressing kisses to Lena’s cheeks which only made the light pink flush deepen to sunset red. “You were never in that box.”

“I know that now.” Lena murmured, head tilting to catch Kara’s lips in a sweet kiss.

Kara rocked back, smile dreamy and dazed, “I’ll call Cat.” Kara declared. “Let her know my raging libido has found its next and final target.”

“Final, huh?”

“Final.” Kara said sincerely.

#supercorp #supercorp prompt

[omgrachwrites]

I Wanna Be Yours - Dalton Lambert

Pairing: Dalton Lambert x Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, jealous!Dalton

Summary: When you start dating a frat boy, Dalton is jealous but not for the reason you think.

A/N: Wooo! My jealous!Dalton one shot is finally here! I am also gonna be writing another multi part fic for Dalton and I am v excited! Please let me know what you think and I hope you guys all enjoy, I love you all very much! xxx

You looked up from where you were chopping the veggies for dinner when you heard a quiet huff escape your best friend’s mouth. He pressed play on the crime drama show, letting the opening credits roll before he paused it again. Dalton glanced at you from over his shoulder, making you laugh.

“What?” you asked innocently, giggling when he shook his head, “hey, you wanted to watch the show too,” you accused.

He grumbled as he ran a hand through his hair, “yeah but I didn’t realise I’d have to watch you moon over Richard Armitage,” he chuckled before he continued, “uh, are you sure that it’s not weird for you and Chris to be coming out with me and my parent’s tomorrow?”

Dalton’s parents were getting back together and they were coming to town to have dinner with their son. They had very kindly extended the invitation to include you and Chris, knowing how close the three of you were.

“I can’t speak for Chris but I like your parents,” it was true, you did like them, they were really nice people.

Dalton snorted out a laugh, “you’re just saying that because you fancy my dad.”

You flushed at his words but didn’t deny them because he was right, you did fancy his dad. Dalton’s dad was hot, “I thought we had agreed that we’d never speak of that conversation again,” you mumbled.

You had been very drunk when you had admitted to Dalton that you fancied his dad, it was his fault for dragging you to the frat party in the first place. He grinned at your words and you couldn’t stop looking at him as his cheeks dimpled. You should have been paying attention because the knife slipped and pain shot through your finger.

“Fuck!” you gasped and dropped the knife.

Dalton frowned as he heard the metal clatter on the kitchen surface and he immediately made his way over, “Y/N, let me see it.”

You shook your head quickly, blood made you feel queasy, “I’m sure it’s fine,” you shielded it from view.

“Angel,” Dalton’s voice was firm as he looked into your eyes but he still flushed as the pet name fell from his lips, “let me see it,” he repeated, causing you to nod and he pulled your hand to him gently to inspect the wound.

You sucked in a breath as you refused to look at it, “am I bleeding loads?” you asked and Dalton hummed.

“Yep, I think we’re gonna have to cut it off.”

“What?!” you yelped, completely losing your head.

Dalton grinned up at you with an apologetic look on his face, “sorry, I was kidding, it’s not deep, you just need a band aid,” he walked over to the kitchen cupboard to get his first aid kit. Dalton decided at the start of the second year that he wanted to live off campus.

You watched him as he did so and he went to pull out a Spider-Man band aid, “wait! I want a Superman one,” you flushed as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow but nodded all the same as he walked back over to you.

He was extremely gentle as he put the band aid on, “I thought that Spider-Man was your favourite?” he asked.

You forced a weak smile, “he is, I just fancied a change,” you blushed, you could hardly tell him that the reason for the change was because Superman was his favourite.

He accepted this though as he smiled and brought your finger to his lips and pressed a small kiss to it, “there you go.”

“You smiled, “thanks, I’m sorry about the veggies.”

Dalton laughed as he shook his head, “they don’t belong on pizza anyway.”

Almost 24 hours later, you were sitting across from Dalton, Josh was next to him with Renai and Chris on either side of you. Dalton had had a bit of a haircut, it wasn’t much shorter but it looked good and you could barely keep your eyes away. But, it was okay, you were an expert on sneaking glances at your best friend.

Finally, the conversation turned from classes to your life beyond them, Dalton and Chris talked about the frat parties they’d attended, Josh looked proud while Renai looked protective. You were contented to simply listen and eat your food.

Renai looked at you with a soft smile, “and what about you sweetie?”

Before you could answer, Chris smirked over at you, “she didn’t tell you? She’s got a date on Saturday.”

You glared at her while Renai gushed, “that’s amazing! Tell us all about it.”

You laughed and you were about to launch into the story when Dalton spoke up, “it’s the guy from the frat party,” it was a statement not a question and your smile dropped slightly as you looked over at him.

He had no expression on his face, it was in eyes, eyes that were once the warm blue colour of the ocean were now two chips of ice, “you never told me.”

Josh threw you a look that you couldn’t decipher before he looked at his son with a light laugh, “does she have to tell you? Are you her dad?”

Dalton said nothing as he looked down at his plate and pushed his food around. The tension was slightly awkward but with Josh cracking jokes it soon dissipated but Dalton didn’t speak to you for the rest of the night.

When it came for you to go home, he let you take a cab with Chris – he normally insisted on taking you right to your door. He muttered to Chris about texting him when she got home but he said nothing to you. When he wrapped one arm around you in a poor attempt of a hug his body was rigid. You didn’t know what his problem was. Was he really that annoyed that you hadn’t told him? You decided to text him when you got back to the dorm.

You: what the hell is your problem?

The text went unanswered which pissed you off.

Your date with Brad was nice, he was really sweet and nothing like the usual frat boy. Even when his friends called him halfway through dessert to try and get him to a watch a ball game with them, he opted to stay with you, and he even walked you home afterwards. You let him kiss you beneath the streetlight outside your dorm building.

When Chris put a message in the group chat asking you how the date went, you told her everything. Dalton stayed silent. The happy bubble that the date had created in your chest when you realised he’d been reading all the messages but he hadn’t cared enough to reply. Fine, you thought, if he wasn’t going to care about you then you weren’t going to care about him. He couldn’t have it both ways.

You barely lasted a week without seeing or speaking to Dalton but it was the longest you’d ever gone without any contact from him. You were hurt but you still decided to enjoy yourself, you weren’t going to wallow in your misery. Though you were pissed off and when he hadn’t tried to reach out you decided to go to his apartment and get answers for yourself.

You knocked on the door of his apartment and there was silence behind the door, but you saw a shadow from the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor. You rolled your eyes as the shadow stayed there but the door didn’t open.

“I know you’re there, Dalton. I can see your feet,” a thunk came from the other side of the door and you vaguely wondered if he’d leaned his head against it before the door swung open.

He looked good in grey sweatpants and a white tee, he looked tired like he hadn’t slept in days and he raised an eyebrow as he lingered in the doorway. You swallowed as you looked at his face, “can I come in?” he stood aside to let you in, you walked in and decided to cut to the chase, “what’s your problem, Dalton?”

He sighed and shrugged petulantly as he leaned his hip against the counter, “I didn’t want to bother you while you were dating your lost cause.”

“Lost cause? Brad’s really nice, you don’t have to be a dick.”

Dalton rolled his eyes, “oh come on Y/N don’t be so naïve, I’m sure all frat guys start out nice before they’re slipping something into your drink. They’re all the same.”

You could tell that he believed what he was saying but it looked like there was something else on his mind, “it’s not just that though is it? Dalton, you’re being a complete ass right now but you’re my best friend. What’s going on?”

Dalton sighed and his eyes softened, he raked a hand through his hair as he looked away from you. He took a deep breath as he looked back at your face, “I’m jealous.”

You frowned, “Dalton, even though I’m dating someone I’m not gonna stop hanging around with you and Chris, you guys are my friends, my family,” you completely missed the point.

Dalton’s eyes widened, “are you really that oblivious?” when you raised a questioning eyebrow he continued, fiddling with his fingers, “I’m jealous because I’ve fallen for you. Fallen for the girl who travelled an hour out of the city just to get my favourite hangover cure, the girl who would literally stay up with me over FaceTime when The Further got really bad. I love you, Y/N. I can’t keep pretending I don’t. I’m sorry that I’ve been a dick but,” he stammered, “the thought of you with someone else broke my heart.”

You were silent as your stomach lurched and you stared at him, he stared back before he swallowed nervously as hurt filled his blue eyes, “you can’t do this, Dalton.”

“What?” he whispered.

“Do you know how hard it was trying to get over you? To convince myself you only saw me as a friend. Loving you breaks my heart, Dalton. Brad was only ever meant to be a distraction,” you trailed off, not finishing the sentence.

“But, you actually like him,” Dalton finished for you and you nodded.

A part of you was screaming to just give in to him and tell him that you still loved him, the feelings that you had almost talked yourself out of came rushing back. You were fixed in place as Dalton walked over to you, resting a finger against your chin.

“You need to tell me that you don’t have any feelings for me anymore, tell me and we’ll forget this, we’ll stay friends and I’ll get over you and let you be happy. But Y/N, if there is one part of you that still has feelings for me, please Y/N, please just let me love you.”

You didn’t say anything, how could you? You couldn’t say that you would drop everything to be with him, even for just a night. What you felt must have been clear in your face because Dalton leaned in, his eyes flicking to your face to look for any sign you were going to reject him or any sign that you didn’t want this. When he didn’t find either he kissed you so softly.

“We need to talk about this, properly,” you whispered as he pulled away from you.

“I know.”

#dalton lambert #dalton #dalton lambert x reader #dalton x reader #reader insert #jealous!dalton #insidious 5 #insidious #the red door #insidious the red door #ty simpkins #fluff #angst

[a-deck-of-cards]

these panels bro

this shows how close tim and kon were/are. and implies that tim and kon usually gets called by batman and superman because they get into trouble all the time, which is hilarious. imagine them up to some shenanigans, maybe with the titans and then suddenly getting a call from batman:

“Robin, Superboy.” They looked at each other with fear. “Me and Superman will meet you at xxx, come immediately.”

then it starts being a monthly thing for them to get called from the big b and supes only for them to get scolded and in some cases superhero/vigilante grounded. they would sneak away to meet up only to get in MORE trouble.

then they started making bets with tim winning most of the time. but since tim is the one with the money, kon usually buys tim’s lunch for him with his own money so

i love them so much

(panels are from superman/batman (2003) issues #7 and #26)

#im having way too much fun #i need more comics to read #AND AFTER THE LAST PANEL #BATMAN AND SUPERMAN BET ON THEIR REACTIONS AS WELL #the parallels are hilarious #tim drake #kon el #timkon #batman #superman #superman/batman #robin #superboy #dc comics

[lisamichelleart]

Clark my adventures with Superman fanart xxx 💕

#drawing #art #cute #artist #artwork #sketch #pretty #fan art #digitalart #fanart #maws clois #maws superman #maws lois #maws clark kent #maws #mawsm #maws spoilers #maws fanart #maws lois lane #mawsedit #my adventures with superman #my adventures with Superman fanart

[zerogravityinq]

This is the same as pissing off Superman like dude you are FUCKED

Source: XXX Buddy chapter 83

#xxx buddy #perfect buddy #you done fucked up my dude #you poked a whole ass bear #the way i am BEYOND excited lmao #mother i crave violence

[the-likesofus]

WIP FRIDAY (Saturday)

Rules: Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

Tagged by @buddiearemydads @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper @swiftiediaz @monsterrae1

Sorry its taken me ages to get to this I have been moving house today! But thank you lovelies for the tag xxx <3

Orphan AU

5+1 hold on to me

Secret Caretaking

PIRATES!!!

Roommates Era/Foster Kittens AU

part from Secret Caretaking

“We ready to rock’n’roll, Superman?” Eddie asks, reaching for Christopher’s crutches and standing by to help his son up into the vehicle should he need it. 

“You’re weird, Dad.”

“You’re weird, kid.” Eddie mimics, shutting the door behind his son and getting into the passenger's seat, Buck already sitting behind the wheel. 

Abuela greets them all with wide smiles, pinched cheeks, and a tray full of conchas. 

“Abuela, you didn’t have to,” Eddie assures her though it comes out muffled, as he says it halfway through his turn getting his cheeks pinched. 

“Nonsense, Eddito. Any excuse to spoil my boys.” She says brightly. “Besides, you’ve been so busy lately I’ve barely seen you. I see more of your Buck than I do of you.”

Your Buck, like Buck belongs to him, in any capacity. 

Tagging @lilbuddie @thosetwofirefighters @spotsandsocks @jacksadventuresinwriting @rogerzsteven @jobairdxx @rose-buddie @singlethread @wh0re-behavi0r and anyone else feel free to tag me xx (sorry if you've already done it I know I'm late)

#meegs writes stuff #wip friday #buddie #buddie fic #911 fox #911 abc #orphan au #hold me fic #love languages fic #pirate buddie au #roommates kitten fic #fic: the sea speaks

[taxi-cab-to-slowtown]

Core Disaster Week-- Day 6

Mission Report: May 26, 20XX

Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, Robin

Mission Completed: Young Justice Mission XXX

Summary: Today we learned a lot about Kryptonian history and culture. It turned out that Kon had almost no knowledge of his people, and me and Bart set out to rectify that. Yay!! We’re all trying to learn Kryptonian now, even Cassie, who is a great 4th-wheel friend. 

Notes: Kryptonian is really hard to learn. Like, I’ve been studying it since we downloaded the information by plugging the drive into the Batcomputer, and not only are the words really hard to pronounce, but I also can’t seem to remember the letter system well. I am also constantly bombarded by the fact that Dick walked up behind me, asked for a basic explanation, and then was able to read the sentence I had been struggling over for half an hour out loud perfectly. Stupid brother and his stupid knack for languages. 

Notes For B: Today we broke into the fortress of solitude to use Superman’s computer to do research on Kryptonian culture. If Superman notices someone broke in, that was us. Please don’t let him kill us. 

Report: I was today years old when I found out that no one has ever told Kon anything about his Kryptonian heritage. This is not really a surprise because who would have told him? But Bart and I decided that that just would not do. We decided to not only help Kon learn about Kryptonian culture, but to dedicate ourselves to learning it as well. 

We quickly hit a snag however when we realised that the only place to go to learn anything about Krypton was the fortress of solitude, and Superman definitely wasn’t going to let us in. Of course, I decided to pull a lego-Batman and just break in. Let me tell you, compared to like every other superhero base, the fortress has like zero security. It’s honestly sad . We got in, hacked Clark’s computer, and got out with very little difficulty. Like, I get that we’re three superpowered kids and one Bat, but still. B, your pal needs to upgrade his fucking security. 

We got the info and headed back to the mountain to read up on it. Did you know that all marriages on Krypton were arranged? Also, Krytonians don’t have soulmates, which none of us were aware of, so the fact that Kon has a soulmark is completely from his human DNA through Lex. We also discovered that Superman’s peaceful attitude would make him stick out like a sore thumb on the war-based planet. 

I also finally got to read the legend of Nightwing and Flamebird that Dick and Wally named themselves after. Of course, only the English translation, but once I actually learn Kryptonian it will be the first thing I read in the original language. 

It was super great to see how happy it made Kon getting to learn about his culture and people, and even if Superman is mad, well, fuck him for not teaching Kon about this stuff.

#timbarkon #timkonbart #timkonbartweek2023 #timkonbartweek #Tax's Timkonbartweek #tim drake #bart allen #kon el #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #kryptonian culture #robin tim drake

[bluestar22x]

Second Chance Date

Second Chances (Part 3): Second Chance Date

Summary: Marcus and Elena go out on their first date - Marcus and Elena POVs

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x OFC!Elena

Rating: 18+ series, 13+ rated chapter

Warnings: Mentions of grief and mourning. First date sweetness.

Word Count: 1,614

Author’s Note: I’m on a roll. The worst part is finding appropriate gifs now.

xxx

Series Masterlist

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They had been married for nine years, and had known each other for twelve, ever since Reina had been hired as a secretary for the upper management at the Heroics headquarters. Marcus had once joked that she married down, since at the time she had technically outranked him, an amateur Heroic with a lot left to prove before he gained any real respect from his coworkers let alone the leadership position. She had countered that since she was not powered that they were on even ground, but he never saw it that way. In his eyes he’d always been unworthy of her and their abilities or lack of never came into the equation when it came to their relationship.

Theirs had been solely built on unconditional love and trust. She had been his best friend, his heart, the center of his world (along with Missy after she came along) – and then she was gone. Nothing but a memory, a ring, and an image on a few prized photographs. A ghost he could only see through a seven-year-old girl with her face and his curls.

Removing one of the few representations he had of her from his finger felt wrong, even after five years of mourning her. Of keeping to himself. Focusing all his energy into work and taking care of Missy, who was now old enough to look after herself most of the time. After all, she had saved him, and she’d been itching for more and more independence ever since then, having even insisted on joining him on missions a couple of times. He’d only agreed to it to keep his promise to her.

Marcus’ eyes flicked between the silver ring in his palm and the open black safe box on his bed and he sucked in a deep breath. It was time. If he was going to follow through on this date with Elena, he had to put the ring away. No one deserved to be with someone who refused to be with them in the present.

He pinched the ring between two fingers and gently dropped it into the safe, closing the lid and locking it before he could change his mind and carrying it to a hideaway in his closet.

Once that was taken care of Marcus strolled into the master bathroom and took another look at himself in the mirror, double checking that he was all set to go. He was dressed in dark blue jeans, an ironed out beige button-down shirt, and a pair of his go-to date night shoes (he’d had them for at least a decade). He’d styled his wavy hair off his forehead like usual, had trimmed his beard as neatly as possible, and he’d traded his glasses for contacts (unlike Superman he wore his glasses for comfort rather than as a disguise). He’d even sprayed some cologne on, something he didn’t think he’d worn since before Missy was born.

He was as ready as he’d ever be.

Marcus shut the lights off in his room and headed downstairs to join his mother and Missy in the living room.

“I’m headed out,” he informed them, playing with the long sleeve covering his watch. He turned his focus to Missy. “Be good for your abuela.”

She nodded at him. “I will.”

His mother, Anita, smiled at him brightly. “You look so handsome miel. Have fun. Don’t worry about us.”

“Thanks,” Marcus said awkwardly, feeling like a schoolboy going to prom. “Contact me on the watch if anything comes up.”

Missy held up the wrist that held her bracelet and Anita gave him a curt nod. “Of course.”

He bent down to kiss them both goodbye on the cheek and went on his way, doing his best to fight down the butterflies in his stomach.

x

You shivered in the chill of the autumn night and glanced down at your watch. It was two minutes before six, but the paranoid part of you still worried that Marcus wasn’t coming.

He had called you a few days ago, realizing he hadn’t asked where you lived, wanting to pick you up for the date. He’d sounded nervous but committed to it then, but he could’ve changed his mind since you knew.

You shifted in your flat heel shoes and chewed your lower lip. It was more likely he wasn’t an early bird like you. That he’d show a few minutes late with an apology, muttering about traffic or a stubborn lock of hair.

Those thoughts should’ve reassured you, but it wasn’t until Marcus’ car pulled into your apartment building’s parking lot that you breathed a sigh of relief and a different kind of nerves set in.

He stepped out of the vehicle and waved at you. “Hi, Elena.”

You felt your lips tug upward at the awkward motion. You wondered if he’d always been that way with dates. “Hi Marcus.”

You moved towards him and he gestured for you to follow him to the passenger side of the car, opening the door when you were a few feet away. You smiled widely at the old fashioned notion and slid inside. He shut the door as you buckled in and before you knew it he was driving you to Tyler’s Pizza House, both hands on the wheel at the appropriate heights.

“That dress is nice,” he eventually commented at a stop light.

You smiled again and glanced down at the simple sleeveless gray dress you were wearing. “Thanks. I like your shirt too. Hopefully you don’t get sauce on it.”

He chuckled. “I would prefer to avoid it too, but there’s always stain remover if not.”

You didn’t say much in the car after, but once you arrived at the restaurant and thought to ask about Missy the conversation turned out steady. Unsurprisingly Marcus could’ve probably talked about his daughter all night and honestly, you loved it. Loved listening to a man whose world clearly revolved around his family. That was how it should be. How your own father had been with you.

Between bites of pepperoni pizza he did think to ask you a few things about yourself and you answered him cheerfully. You talked about living in your apartment with your long-time friend Jennie, and Ginger, the three-year-old Chihuahua you’d adopted last year from a couple who realized they didn’t have the time to take care of her properly. You talked about what had drawn you into working at the school as a librarian (books, duh), and about your favorite authors. It turned out you and Marcus shared a couple.

By the time supper was over, you had covered the basics in a surprisingly almost completely natural conversation, but you were still grateful to get the trivia out of the way. You had an idea of what you wanted to do next.

“I was thinking,” you hesitated, worried about your suggestion being rejected even though you’d told yourself it wouldn’t be a big deal, “There’s a bar that plays live music two doors down. Would you be up for drinks and a dance?”

“What about a drink and several dances?” he offered instead.

You grinned. “Even better.”

And that was how you found yourself shuffling around on a dancefloor at eleven at night, looped in Marcus Moreno’s strong arms, his heat radiating off his body and warming you as you allowed yourself to rest your head on one of his shoulders. So caught up in the moment you didn’t fully comprehend that you were dancing to a slow version of Holding Out For A Hero.

Marcus must’ve, because when he dropped you back off in front of your apartment building at midnight he was frowning.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, concerned. Had you said or done something wrong?

“You’re not just with me because I’m a Heroic, right?” He paused. “I’m not just imagining what I’m feeling between us?”

Your heart nearly stopped at his admission about feeling something. It was just your first date. Weren’t feelings supposed to come after? But you had to admit to yourself as you studied the unsure expression on his face that you did feel something between you and him. That you already had feelings for him of some romantic sort.

“I would never date someone just because they had powers,” you assured him. “I wouldn’t even do it because they saved me.”

You weren’t upset that he’d suggested you’d said yes to a date because you liked that he was a superhero. You were sure many people would date someone for those reasons in a heartbeat, you just weren’t the type.

“And I do think there’s something between us,” you added at a whisper, closing in on him. “I’d like a second date, if you want one too.”

“I would,” he said softly, smiling, eyes flicking down to your delicate lips.

Usually you weren’t a first date, first kiss kind of person but that night you indulged in it, pressing your lips against his before he could make the move or back away. His mouth still vaguely tasted like the beer he’d nursed all night and the pepperoni pizza from earlier, but you didn’t mind. In the moment everything tasted sweet. You could’ve kissed him all night, but he pulled away at a respectable time, a palm still against your cheek.

“Saturday?” he inquired, a little breathless.

You nodded at him more eagerly than you’d intended.

One side of his mouth curved upward. “Your turn to pick the place. Text me the details.”

“Okay,” you said.

He dropped his hand and backed off a bit. “Goodnight Elena.”

“Goodnight Marcus.”

Never had shared goodnights ever sounded more like the beginning to something.

x

Holding Out For A Hero by Ella Mae Bowen

#We Can Be Heroes #Marcus Moreno Fanfic (Mine) #Second Chances Series

[thiccpersonality]

My Sweet Cup, Why Do You Taste So Bitter?

(Warning: Emotion/psychological and physical abuse, implied/Reference R*pe/noncon, manipulation, dubious consent, self-hate, self-h*rm (though it's not too explicit), etc. Minors DNI)

XXX

Bruce truly never enjoyed alcohol. He never liked the thought of losing control in front of people, and despite what things may seem, he doesn't have that great of a tolerance for it anyway. Of course just because he doesn't like to indulge in it much, it doesn't mean he's never drank it, only on certain occasions like weddings, very specific parties (like with close friends) or when he is feeling anxious and frantic about his thoughts.

And boy has Bruce been thinking a lot lately. He has been trying to figure out what he did wrong-scratch that-what his family did wrong to deserve the lot they've gotten in life. It's only been a handful of years since Superman turned into a psychopathic, grieving, dictator…but it feels more like a millennium.

Bruce's memory feels scattered over these past few years, maybe he has tried to bury these things away? Maybe he is regretting what he has and hasn't done before and after all this hell happened…he just wants to forget it all, but it seems that wish is only a dream. He can only seem to recall one of his biggest mistakes: the day Lois Lane died.

Bruce remembers Superman's stunned look, how he couldn't believe he was the one to murder his own wife and unborn child. Bruce remembers the man fleeing after killing The Joker and not being seen for months…well, that was until the alien came storming in during almost a full year of being MIA and attacking Bruce during his family dinner. The man won't ever forget the absolute fear he felt when Super-Kal-El directed one of his laser beams at Jason's leg with the threat that if anyone moves he'll start killing them off one by one.

Bruce recalls his children wearily looking around before sitting down, his family trying to check up on Jason without pushing too many boundaries. He remembers his family watching nervously as Kal-El held him by his neck while blaming him for Lois's death, he-he remembers his family's horrified gasps when the man switched his bruising hold to the nape of his neck and pinned him down to the dining table, ripping his pants off and growling at his squirming.

Bruce remembers the shame he felt at his family having to witness the moment, at having to witness their father and son be slapped around like a doll before Kal-El manhandled him back onto the table and thrust his way inside his unwilling body-

"M-Master Bruce!?"

The man comes to with a confused blink and a couple hiccups, icy blue eyes look down to see red covering his palm and the wine glass he was holding shattered in his hand. Bruce finds an odd sense of pleasure in the pain and only digs the glass in harder, stopping when an aged hand shakily rests over his own. "I think we've had enough drinks for the day. Allow me to clean this."

Bruce frowns at the sad tone in Alfred's voice, why does the man sound so regretful? Nothing that is happening now or back then was his fault, so why?

The drunken man allows his faithful friend to clean him up, Bruce sighing and hiccuping at the same time while Alfred dutifully pulls out the glass. "T-The wine tastes bitter, Alfred. It says it's sweet but I only taste bitterness." Alfred hums softly, "Is…is that so sir?"

Bruce hums in response as well and nods, "Yes. Maybe my life is meant to be bitter…maybe that's why sweetness only tastes like pain? Maybe that's why I can't be happy, Alfie. I am destined to drink from the cup of bitterness all my life, t-that's why I fuck up so much." Alfred's breath hitches and he quickly finishes patching his son up…he doesn't know how to comfort the man, he feels like nothing he says will reach his master's ears, so the man just offers his drunken son a falsified brave smile and tugs the man up.

"How about we head to bed, yes? You need some rest."

XXX

Bruce lies in bed alone and cold…the windows aren't open and it's not even cold outside, but he feels so hollow and alone. The man silently curses his mind for imagining Kal-El's arms wrapping around him, he really doesn't want to be thinking about the man...but years of being used has taken an effect on Bruce. He can barely do anything without thinking of Kal-El.

Bruce hiccups and wraps his arms around himself, trembling in his bed at the tears that prick his eyes and threaten to fall, his fists clenching from the anger he feels at imagining the warmth he feels being that of Kal.

I-If he closes his eyes, Bruce can imagine that his partner's hold is affectionate and loving, not painful and full of hate. The worst part for Bruce besides his family being caught up in this is the fact how much his heart hurts, he ended up having a bit of a thing for Clark and his alter ego Superman, but he never crossed that line though, the way his friend looked at Lois could not be mistaken for anything else but love. And back when things were better...Clark looked at him lovingly too...maybe not in the way he did Lois, but the man's deep blue eyes held a fond gaze for Bruce despite how difficult he's been.

Bruce gasps suddenly when that warmth he imagined only gets stronger, if he continues to focus he can actually feel those strong arms wrapping around him gently.

Bruce opens his eyes though when a warm tongue licks up his face and wipes up the tears that he didn't even realize fell. Old instincts kick in and the ex-vigilante raises his hand to swing at whoever is behind him, a chuckle escaping his intruder as large hands pin his arm to his side. "I wouldn't suggest doing that." Kal-El's voice rumbles behind Bruce calmly, and boy does the shorter man hate the way his body-despite all it's protests-sinks into the solid form behind him.

"G-Get out."

Bruce whispers pitifully and stiffens when the man moves forward. Great. Now he's gone and made Kal mad because he can never keep his mouth shut. The super surprises him however when his muscular arms wrap around his waist, the alien nuzzling his nose into Bruce's neck to smell the anger, fear, desire and want that protrudes from the man's trembling form.

"Why should I? I already know that you are thinking of me. That you are desiring to be held like this, hm? There's no one else who would even want to do it, but I do, I've come to love you so much Bruce. When you don't fight you are such a good boy."

Bruce really does hate how he shivers with pleasure at being told he's good. Though he truly wants to scream and cry that he isn't good, that he's completely messed everything up because-if nothing else-his existence is a curse on the world and his family. But...he can't say anything, all he does is sigh contentedly when Kal pulls him closer to his solid form, the man slowly releasing Bruce's pinned arm with a smile at how obedient his little bitch is, despite the inner turmoil the man obediently keeps his arm down.

Kal hums, pleased by the display of obedience, the man leaning forward to kiss Bruce's neck gently. Nipping, biting and sucking every spot he's come to know makes Bruce melt into a puddle. It's not often he treats the billionaire this gently...but the man has been so stupidly pitiful as of late and Kal-El has decided he mind as well try and soothe the man.

He knows that Bruce is fighting within himself, he can only imagine what his eyes look like right now, flickering back and forth from the abundance of troubling thoughts in his mind. But Bruce isn't the only one thinking here, Kal-El is too, he is thinking about how well he's trained the man, his little bitch, so well.

Kal hums and places a gentle bite on Bruce's shoulder, his palm reaching down to spread itself across the smaller man's stomach to pull him in closer, until Bruce's ass is meeting with Kal's pelvis. Bruce whines at the gentleness, h-he knows it's only a means to distract him...but it's working, it always works. The loving caresses, the passionate touches and loving hold always makes Bruce's skin prickle with goosebumps, it always makes him think of-"Clark..."

Kal tenses behind Bruce at the name, the shorter snapping out of his thoughts at realizing he said that out loud, his form trembles with fear again at how everything has stopped. Bruce's voice is pleading as he apologizes, "Kal-El! I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Please, please, I-I won't do it again-I swear I'll be a good boy."

Bruce flinches and curls inwards when Kal sits up, his arms rise to cover his healing face (a punishment from the last time he made Kal-El mad) with trembling arms, unaware of the man's once angered look turning into something heated at seeing Bruce beg for mercy. He really has taught Bruce well, hasn't he? And the man isn't fighting as much as usual, and good behavior deserves a reward. Kal-El ignores the pleas and leans in to nip at Bruce's earlobe, "Shh. It's okay, I won't hurt you. You look so good like this, you look so right begging and not talking back to me...you look like mine."

Bruce gasps for air and makes a confused noise when large hands gently wipe his tears away, how those hands rub his head gently and lower his arms. "I want you to say that again."

Bruce slowly looks up at Kal with a fearful and confused look, "S-Say what?" Kal smiles and pulls the man closer to him, "That you'll be a good boy for me. Cause you are, you truly are. It's just that you still have that fire in you that shouldn't be there, that makes you ugly and I want you to see that so you can be beautiful. Don't you want to be beautiful for me?" Bruce just stares for a second...does he want to be beautiful for Kal-El? Something inside of him screams defiantly that this is a trick, that he's being abused, but that part of him that craves attention and is tired of this all gently whispers that he should just stop fighting it and become Kal-El's good boy forever. No arguments. Hopefully the hitting will stop and maybe he'll be allowed to see his children more once again.

Bruce blinks back to reality and slowly loosens his posture, it's okay, it's all going to be okay. He can come back from this anytime, it's alright to choose to let go this one time. Bruce leans closer to the waiting man, "I-I can be Kal-El's good boy. I am a...good boy."

Kal-El's smile can only be described as predatory and victorious, the man leaning in close to nip at Bruce's lip while his body thrums with excitement at getting the usually disobedient man right where he wants him...even if it's only for tonight. Bruce gasps at how passionate the kiss is, his body shakes with delight and nerves from how enjoyable the other is making this experience for him...is this what he'll get if he chooses to listen?

"You are such a a good boy. And good boy's deserve rewards, hm? What do you think you deserve, Bruce?"

Kal looks at Bruce expectantly, as if it's another test, and that makes the latter man nervous. To be honest, his first reply is almost nothing...he deserves nothing, but Kal-El is the one that holds his chain-he has the reigns and power here-so maybe he should say, "Whatever Kal-El thinks I deserve." Ice blue eyes watch the other's face closely to see if he has failed, but the man's pupils dilate in pleasure from the answer and Kal just releases a shaky breath.

"Exactly. Whatever I choose to give you is what you deserve-" Bruce's head is tilted up so he can look up at Kal who is now floating above him like he is a god-"I knew you weren't completely useless. Diana has been telling me there's no hope for you, but I see you Bruce, I know your potential to be good and do good." Kal holds Bruce's chin in his hand, his eyes taking in the man's body and every scar, bruise and cut placed upon it, he especially takes in all the ones he's personally placed on the other.

The more he stares the more he hardens from the thought that, despite all of Bruce's struggling before, the man never once tried sleeping with anyone else after Kal slept with him. And despite this twisted thing he has with the man, that primal part of him is soothed at knowing how Bruce stayed obedient and faithful to him in that area, he even listens in on the man and he doesn't touch himself either. Kal-El has utterly destroyed this man for anyone else and that makes him overjoyed.

Kal lowers himself back down to the bed and presses Bruce against the mattress while his hands work on undressing the compliant man. "You are mine, do you hear me!?" Bruce nods and gasps when the other rips his shirt off and bites his nipple warningly, "Say it. Say you're mine!" Bruce trembles at the fear he suddenly feals, but he quickly suppresses it and keeps his voice steady when replying. "I'm yours, Kal-El. I'm yours alone." The man sighs at Bruce's words and licks at the puckered nipple in apology for the rough treatment.

"You are mine, Bruce-" Kal growls out-"Mine to love, mine to hate, mine to cherish, mine to despise, mine to hold, mine to push away; mine to caress, mine to hit, mine to use, mine to not use." Each word is finished with a trail of kisses down Bruce's chest, the man stopping at Bruce's groin and looking up at him with a possessiveness the smaller has never seen before.

"You are mine to build up only to make you crash down again." With those words Bruce gasps as Kal-El wraps his lips around him, the pleasure drowning out the pain for this moment in time.

XXX

Bruce is still lying in bed...but this time he's not alone. The exhausted man looks over at Kal-El, the man wouldn't stop having sex for even a moment, so now Bruce feels sore and sticky...but at least he's loved.

Love. Love. Love...what is love truly? Bruce's breath hitches and he quickly glances over to make sure Kal didn't hear him, lucky him that the man seems to be in a deep sleep tonight. Bruce tries his best to stop the tears from pouring down his face, but he can't, he feels dirty on the outside as well as on the inside. He feels confused at how satisfied one part of his mind is but the other half is bitter at how all this is a lie, but mostly, mostly Bruce is tired.

He is tired of all the cycles of hate, love, confusion and hope only to be brought back to that lonely state. But what if that's just Kal-El's way of loving now? Bruce's mind suggests, and a part of him hisses that it's a shit way of showing love...but that other defensive, unbelieving side of him argued back that it's not. He truly doesn't want to believe that this man he once knew has turned into...whatever he is now-a monster-that defiant part of him shouts.

The worst thing is that despite being warmed up he still feels cold. Yes he can feel that outer warmth...but on the inside he feels cold and alone a-and a hollow shell of who he once was. Bruce wraps his arms around himself again to hopefully warm himself up, to reassure himself that if no one else, he at least still has himself...right?

But I guess it doesn't matter. His cup of sweetness is destined to overflow with bitterness instead.

(I have been really wanting to write something about an evil Superman...I don't know why or how I went this route 😭. This Superman is such a jerk, I hate him so much! But if anyone reads this, you are appreciated! Whether you like it or not-but seriously, I don't know what was wrong with me while writing this...I feel so bad for Bruce 😢.

But just in case you couldn't tell, it is implied (more like hinted I guess) at one point that Kal is keeping Bruce away from his children. He only really allows Alfred to come see Bruce only to feed him and tend to any wounds, and the Kryptonite most likely was cleared out by Diana and the others who joined Kal-El after the dining room incident.

Also, the only reason Bruce's kids haven't tried to do anything yet is in fear of their dad getting killed or one another being harmed. Plus, Bruce probably begged them not to do anything to wild (especially Jason and Damian) which also probably shook them up a lot seeing their dad so afraid. And yes they are still close in this universe...I can't write bad dad's I guess? I have a great one myself so I feel it's a crime to write a horrible father 😂.

You lovelies please stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💛)

#dc comics #dc universe #dcu #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #clark kent #batfamily #superman #batman #dc batman #hurt #hurt/no comfort #angst #angst fic #bruce loves his kids #bruce wayne is a good dad #alfred pennyworth is a good dad #evil superman #diana prince #diana of themyscira #tw anxiety #tw violence #tw abuse #tw murder #tw psychological abuse #tw emotional abuse #tw emotional manipulation #tw emotional distress #tw self h4rm #tw selfhate

[orange-s-mario]

Future (DC) (21st-40th Century)

This list also includes some, but not all possible futures 21st Century

Rex Cosmos (2023)

Tommy Tommorow (2050)

Star Hawkins (retires 2092)

22nd Century

Space Ranger (????)

Gary Concord Sr (2174)

Space Cabbie (????)

23rd Century

Gary Concord Jr. (2239)

Unnamed Flash (????)

Sela Allen (????)

24th Century

Secretary Dubrow (2303)

Duncan (2303)

Ken Carver (????)

Eric Marr (????)

Wale Marner (2372)

25th Century

Booster Gold (born 2442)

Landor (2446)

Knodar “the last criminal” (2447)

Eobard Thawne (born 2451) becomes Professor Zoom (2463)

25th Century

Professor Hazard (2550)

27th Century

Captain Incredible (2637?)

John Fox (2645)

Speed Metal

Tomas Wayne and the Batmaniacs (543 after Destruct-Day)

Blaine Allen (-2754)

Jace Allen (2745)

29th Century

Kristin Wells (????)

30th Century

Knights of the Galaxy

Cary Wren

Klar Ken T5477 (2965)

Bron Wayn E7705 (2965)

Muto (2965)

Joker XX (2965)

31st Century

Brane & Ricky (3000)

Brane Taylor & Unnamed Robin (3050)

35th Century

Superman the 30th aka Superman XXX (3446)

Jirl Xanthro (3446)

Lex Luthor XXX (3446)

Dalmar (3450)

Ingrid (3450)

Jorj & Conspirators (3450)

Joan Jaime (3475)

Frand Mattar (3780)

40th Century

Mxyptlk’s 60th descendant (4000)

Maza (4000)

#dc comics #future heroes (dc comics) #rex cosmos #tommy tommorow #superman #batman #space ranger (richard starr) #green lantern #the flash #professor zoom #booster gold #star hawkins #robin #superwoman #hawkman #warlord #strange sports stories #mystery in space #space cabbie #muto #captain incredible #golden age ultra-man

[djcanipe99]

https://us.rule34.xxx//images/5477/3e6ed7ed59281cdaec3592a7963e66d5.jpeg?6235418

Prompt:

“Mmmmm… you feel good” Diana said, as her fingers trailed up Clark’s bare, naked body(Superman/Wonder Woman).

Diana : you feel good

Clark: thank you

Five hours later

Clark : I love you

Diana : I love you too

#Clark x Diana

[pluckyredhead]

For the Salty Ask: 13 about Dick Grayson, Lois Lane or Ted Kord

13. Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

Dick: I find him a bit boring I'M SO SORRY.

Lois: I think fandom opinion is generally that she's the GOAT, which is correct? I will say y'all are sleeping on Golden Age Lois, I have been slowly working my way through Superman comics from the beginning and 1940s Lois is particularly delightful.

Ted: HE DOES NOT CALL BOOSTER "MICHAEL."

#meme

[jiminycricketpenis]

‘You can prevent others from dying before their time, and you can provide food water and shelter, and you can help others not be afraid, but as for saving others souls, that is a phase that rests entirely on them, as far back as you can are capable of going to hear what you need to hear or see what you need to see whether at the g, pg, pg-13, r, nr, or xxx segment of my Jesus sermon on the if your mom was rqn I would love to mount her and your mom H20 I would describe the amount I would enjoy swimming n her and I really would Michael Phelps the fuck out of her whilst we a sucking and a fuckin and a screamin and a moaning in sunshine a plane places. But my making you jealous with my vivid imagination and slight flexes whilst I’m sleeping and being Ill on purpose are not either of our problems. You should focus on you and I should focus on me. But if you ever met an astronaught or climber that peaked the highest 7 peaks, or Superman upon returning from a pure space flight I bet his or her description of those things would interest those who would enjoy the appall those who have no belief in their ability to do them and astound the takers and talkers while they aren’t in their walking shoes. And I got so good at card games and chance games that I only bet when I want to or think it’s a valuable idea. And I don’t care about most of the prizes at mob games, guard games, or casinos, and that’s where she booped my nose, and I remember she helped me critique the tweet on tumblr lol.’

[shree3redranger]

Vandal Savage, King Kull, Ra’s al Ghul Lex Luthor, Alexander Luthor Sr/Jr./Mazahs/Alexis/Alexandra Megistus Aqua-Mariner, Amalgam Namor, Aquaman 1,000,000 and Dead KingAtlan/Sea King/Arion/Thanatos/Kordax/The Thirst; Ocean Master Black Manta Astarte/Veronica Cale Theana, Paula/Gerta von Gunther, Bruna-Brunhilde, Gudra/Gundra, Deva, Dark Angel, Grail (Barda/Bekka/Maxima), Queen of Fables, Crow Children Gargareans, Mythlands-Cosmopolitan, Multiethnic/Omniethnic Black Adam/Sivana (scientifically copy Shazam's magic lightning), Osiris, Neron, Despero Red King Berceuse Armies of Sand(wo)men/Dr. Destinies/Red Kings Insect Queen Bee Symbeasts Wonder Woman kicks Batman's butt every time they fight because that's what happens when a normal person goes against a super of that caliber with no kryptonite factor, of course they also have similar tactical mindsets or at least fighting skills and with her superior abilities she obviously has the advantage, she will use diplomacy before resulting to violence and even lethal force if absolutely necessary, she is more powerful than Superman and has better gadgets than Batman Supes has a job and a boss, Bats has a butler and is the boss of one of the world's largest corporations, Supes may have his fortress of alien tech, Bats has even more cool stuff, Supes pines for one woman, Bats has a harem of fetish femmefatales who pine for him You can only call Waller a villain in that she'll sacrifice the one for the many, she has a moral line and whether you agree with her or not it does not move, she's made Bats back down and acknowledge she has a point the CSA the Justice Lords Antimatter Earth-3 Pocket Dimension Alexander Luthor/Mazahs/Doc Savage/Edison Rex/Axel Brass (Century Babies)/Xanatos (copy Ultimate Archmage familiar Stee/Iron Clan/Thailog shock troops)/Hank Scorpio/Oliver Warbucks-self-made man, never lost the common touch and never forgot where he came from, felt strongly that business owners had a responsibility to treat their employees fairly and had an equally great hatred of corruption I always imagined nanotech like Spawn or the Darklings, Matrix, Satin Satan Girl, Nighflame, Scorch/Fernus (succubi/nymphs) , Belinda Zee, Supra/Ultra/Ubergirl, Superior Girl, Divine, Nuclear Men, Bizarros-stronger, Smarter, faster, tougher, better looking than Supes, Ms. Gsptlsnz, OMACS, Warsuits Luthor's power armor, Havokoids, Warmaker 1s, Alphina Brainiacs Indigo, enhanced Doomsday clones (Steel/Cyborg Superman/Eradicator, Tactile TK), Doomslayer, Superdoom, World Killers, Paragon, Vartox, Amazo Rao's familiars- Flamebird and Nightwing Angelus Warriors: combined Shadowflamewing/Imperium of Mankind Double psyber Eagle egg/sunstone; Rao (god of the sun), Cythonna (goddess of ice) Yuda (goddess of the moon), Telle (god of wisdom), Mordo (god of strength), and Lorra (goddess of beauty) Familiars- Wolves, Scratch-9-Gyrinx-Sabretooth/Witch familiar/pharaoh-Alley-Kat-Abra (Sleen),Ravens (American Eagle), Monkey, Winged Unicorn, Gryphon, (Black, White, Gray, Rainbow) Phoenix, Phaethon and Savitar, the sun dogs (dragons-insect to cat to Kaiju sized)- born out of Solaris' own nuclear furnace, and heir to his hydrogen-fueled power and fury Octus, the eight-dimensional cephalopod - from the bottom of the seas of neptune. While it is impossible for creatures limited to a three-dimensional perception of the universe to fully understand his powers, his weird limpet grenades have proven to be most effective weapons. Wormhole - unfathomable denizens of the black gulfs between stars, with the ability to bend space and time to his command Flashpoint/Epsilon: Magog, Tokyo Rose- Mystic martial arts (Darklings from Darkness (as well as symbiote/Super-Adaptoid/Demogoglin) like giant robots and monsters like Kaiju as well as cyborg demonic ninjas and Samurais/Huntsclan/Snake Eyes, Mirabai, Manotaur, XXX like 666-Judge Dread-Judge Dredd and Death/Mortis, NIL-8, Americommando-Major Glory Stormwatch/Meritocracy/Protectorate: Mr. Majestic, Midnighter, Century Babies amalgam-Doc Savage, Jenny Quarx-Mystechnician, King of Cities/Wyld, John Lynch/TAO Prime/Elven Manchester Black-Telekinesis telepathy, symbiote/symbeast(s)-(Darkness/Angelus/Witchblade/Spawn), magic club, magic hat from which can pull anything; Manchester Black Americanitis John Smith- shirt with American flag and baseball bat-Shine/Bright Knight-Shade, Angelus etc Billy Butcher; Good Homelander/Major Glory-The Boys coat etc., Becky Butcher, Greg D. Mallory, Tommy Monaghan- Ace of Winchesters, Jesse Custer-Preacher, Max Damage Buck “Buffaloman” Storm- modern/future mystic Pecos Bill lasers/Super Chief/Black Bison/Flying Fox/Manitou Raven/Silver Deer/(Winged Bison belt like winged golden ram fleece-Olympian-flocks/herds of buffalotaurs)Forge/Black Condor/Nightwolf/Chief Thunder/Turok/Bravestarr/Blackstar Rodeo Paladin alternative Batman cowboy Punisher/spliced with Terraman/Deadshot/Jonah Hex/King Faraday/Slam Bradley/Tommy Monaghan/Terry Sloan/Matches Malone/Lefty Knox Thrax Von Brighthammer- Brighthammer Living Saint/Sage Illuminatus Inquisitor/Rogue Trader Dirk Torch-Axel Brass (Century Babies/Mystechnician)/Oliver Warbucks/Richard Henry Benson Dollarmation Starcloak Bruno Godkiller- Thundragoria, Neo-Primordia-life began on Earth avoid White Martians' ancient experiments so like Kryptonians plus inherit white plasma on par with Starheart/Shazam's magic lightning, Vartox/Amazo/Paragon I ship Tim and Steph, Cassandra Cain with Connor Hawke Damian with Lian Sin or age appropriate Carrie Kelly David gave Cass plenty of emotional support and positive reinforcement however shooting her until she learned to get out of the way and preventing her from learning language so that segment of her brain would read bodies instead qualify as abuse under any definition imaginable Of course Bruce can go from paternal figure second only to Jonathan Kent himself to a monster who does things like lock Dick in the Batcave and force him catch and eat rats to survive in three issues depending on who's writing him On the other hand men like him don't define the world in terms of right and wrong but strong and weak he made Cassandra strong thus to some extent he's a decent human being Slade's wife Adeline Kane may be Bruce's cousin, Kathy Kane of Spyral, Kate Kane new Batwoman wealthy military family one of Gotham's founding families along with Waynes, Elliots, and Cobblepots, Powers Thorne/Falcone/Maroni/Blockbuster/Cobblepot/Manheim I imagine Jonathan Kent like Hub McCann from Secondhand Lions can take on four guys a quarter of his age, unarmed and still beat them "I'm Hub McCann. I've fought in two World Wars and countless smaller ones on three continents. I led thousands of men into battle with everything from horses and swords to artillery and tanks. I've seen the headwaters of the Nile, and tribes of natives no white man had ever seen before. I've won and lost a dozen fortunes, KILLED MANY MEN and loved only one woman with a passion a FLEA like you could never begin to understand. That's who I am. NOW, GO HOME, BOY!" Lori Luthor Simon Valentine Darklings-symbiotes/Super-Adaptoids/Demogoblin Asteroid M(s)-Krakoa mysterium- Savageland(s) Danger (Zero-Techno-organic-Technoarchy Phalanx Barbuda Builders Most of the heroes consider Fury a good guy because the thought of him being a villain is too terrifying you will never be as bada$$ as this World War II vet from New York's Hell's Kitchen Fury started fighting the Nazis with his band of brothers the Howling Commandos first before moving onto more esoteric foes of humanity It was sometime between moving to work for the CIA and fighting a hate-ray powered clone of Adolf Hitler alongside a walking pile of rocks that Fury realized that when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. And thus has followed a several decade long Crowning Moment Of Awesome Why he is cooler than you will ever be: He has a Flying Car, he parks this Flying Car in his Flying Base filled with Life Model Decoys and psychic spies, he's fought radioactive robots in space, he's chased a warlord to another dimension to fight psychic duels with his literal Eyepatch of Power, he's hunted Godzilla he is a Badass Normal feared by Nigh Invulnerable beings, he is feared by Nigh Invulnerable beings because he has demonstrated the "nigh" portion by killing several, he never looks at explosions, he does, however ride motorcycles through explosions while shirtless and Dual Wielding Laser Pistols, he is literally ageless, he once willingly turned himself into an Eldritch Abomination to save reality, he's beaten up Adolf Hitler on more than one occasion Captain America Cyclops and Black Panther are Marvel's Batmen Bats even says Cap would be beat him though it would take a long time Master of the World, Leader/Maestro, Kang Doctor Doom White Wolf/Man-Ape/Killmonger (K'Liluna), Mandarin Baron Mordo Demonicus, Tomi Shishido-The Hand, Apocalypse- Weapon Infinity/Super Skrulls all cool X-Men villains, Azazel Selene Sebastian Shaw Sinister,clones of Madelyn Pryor (Goblyn Queen) (Karasu and Sojobo-Tengu) Margali Szardos Amanda Sefton (Scarlet Witch Storm and Agatha Harkness are Earth's High Priestess together,Homo novissima Sublime/Arkea, Cassandra Nova Neo, Children of the Vault, Romulus Onslaught Pandemic Vargas High Evolutionary Kingpin- The Owl/Count Nefaria/Mr. Negative/The Hood HydraCap- Wolfgang von Strucker/Zemo/Viper, Hive/Kraken/Scorpio- Nick Fury's clones Master Man/Warrior Woman/Baron Blood Bricklemoore twins Maybe Dracula Vampire Kingdom on the Moon Drakulon Arkon Foreigner Sentry/Taskmaster super soldier serum The Celestials are why we have mutants and other things don't just kill humans but sometimes give them powers, they made the Eternals also Namor- He's a mutant as well why he has wings on his ankles Atlantis Pietro-Crystal-Attilan-Inhumans- take command of Kree Intergalactic Empire Charles Xavier-Lilandra- Command of Shi'ar Intergalactic Empire (Kid Omega/Zen Gunnery) Storm-Black Panther-Wakanda (Techno Organic Jungle Intergalactic Empire) Monster Island- Archipelagos off Japan and Bermuda Triangle connect through vast passageways all across the earth through the Earth hordes of giant monsters commanded by Mole Man

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