Bruce Wayne
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MDNI, Roleplay.
Lovingly written by DA
#AsYouWish
#LittleBrooklyn
MDNI, Roleplay.
Lovingly written by DA
#AsYouWish
#LittleBrooklyn
[Solo]
September 9, 2022.
A date he'll never forget.
It replaced the day his parents died in his memories, filling that anguish and fear with new anger and desperation.
His parents? He was a boy, a child who couldn't do anything to help them, no matter the blame he held onto for years, he knew-
September 9, 2022.
A date he'll never forget.
It replaced the day his parents died in his memories, filling that anguish and fear with new anger and desperation.
His parents? He was a boy, a child who couldn't do anything to help them, no matter the blame he held onto for years, he knew-
February 4, 2026 at 11:51 AM
February 4, 2026 at 11:50 AM
A hand rubs up Clark's chest, over his jaw, and kisses him again, slowly.
"You're my home now. I'm not going anywhere."
"You're my home now. I'm not going anywhere."
February 4, 2026 at 11:13 AM
A hand rubs up Clark's chest, over his jaw, and kisses him again, slowly.
"You're my home now. I'm not going anywhere."
"You're my home now. I'm not going anywhere."
|| Nooo bored. I love this.
February 4, 2026 at 11:06 AM
|| Nooo bored. I love this.
"Maybe. Maybe not." Bruce kisses Clark deeply, holding his scruffy face with one hand.
February 4, 2026 at 2:05 AM
"Maybe. Maybe not." Bruce kisses Clark deeply, holding his scruffy face with one hand.
"Why is that?" Bruce asks, almost sure he knows the answer.
Chances are, there's a Bruce Wayne somewhere, living his life the way he should be.
Chances are, there's a Bruce Wayne somewhere, living his life the way he should be.
February 4, 2026 at 1:43 AM
"Why is that?" Bruce asks, almost sure he knows the answer.
Chances are, there's a Bruce Wayne somewhere, living his life the way he should be.
Chances are, there's a Bruce Wayne somewhere, living his life the way he should be.
"Same, actually. I thought I was going down a path again, but this time one I couldn't get out of. Then you came along, shining bright."
Clark saved him, honestly.
Clark saved him, honestly.
February 4, 2026 at 1:20 AM
"Same, actually. I thought I was going down a path again, but this time one I couldn't get out of. Then you came along, shining bright."
Clark saved him, honestly.
Clark saved him, honestly.
Rubbing a hand over Clark's heart, Bruce grins against his lips as he kisses him again.
February 3, 2026 at 9:43 PM
Rubbing a hand over Clark's heart, Bruce grins against his lips as he kisses him again.
"Can't steal what's given freely." Bruce kisses Clark, not letting him get away with teasing.
February 3, 2026 at 6:47 PM
"Can't steal what's given freely." Bruce kisses Clark, not letting him get away with teasing.
Brucr moves to hold Clark now, fingers raked through his hair slowly.
"As many as you want."
"As many as you want."
February 3, 2026 at 3:01 AM
Brucr moves to hold Clark now, fingers raked through his hair slowly.
"As many as you want."
"As many as you want."
"You're too kind." Bruce had shied sway from all this for years, afraid of letting anyone close again.
Clark was different. Bruce was attached.
Clark was different. Bruce was attached.
February 3, 2026 at 2:43 AM
"You're too kind." Bruce had shied sway from all this for years, afraid of letting anyone close again.
Clark was different. Bruce was attached.
Clark was different. Bruce was attached.
Chuckling, Bruce nuzzles into Clark's neck.
"Good thing. I've been without a real job for a while."
"Good thing. I've been without a real job for a while."
February 3, 2026 at 2:24 AM
Chuckling, Bruce nuzzles into Clark's neck.
"Good thing. I've been without a real job for a while."
"Good thing. I've been without a real job for a while."
"Is that not what this is?" Bruce's fingers flit over Clark's stomach, curling closer.
February 3, 2026 at 2:04 AM
"Is that not what this is?" Bruce's fingers flit over Clark's stomach, curling closer.
Bruce moves strands of his hair behind his ears, wondering if its time to cut it soon.
"I have lots of cuddling experience."
"I have lots of cuddling experience."
February 3, 2026 at 12:25 AM
Bruce moves strands of his hair behind his ears, wondering if its time to cut it soon.
"I have lots of cuddling experience."
"I have lots of cuddling experience."
"Favorite place to be these days." Bruce snuggles over Clark, content.
February 2, 2026 at 2:26 AM
"Favorite place to be these days." Bruce snuggles over Clark, content.
Bruce presses kisses over Clark's chest, and then lies over him, tucking himself around him.
"I like my spot. For now."
"I like my spot. For now."
February 2, 2026 at 1:55 AM
Bruce presses kisses over Clark's chest, and then lies over him, tucking himself around him.
"I like my spot. For now."
"I like my spot. For now."
"Is this my spot now?" Bruce teases, leaning into the bites and kisses with a content sigh.
February 1, 2026 at 5:37 PM
"Is this my spot now?" Bruce teases, leaning into the bites and kisses with a content sigh.
He'd only ever wanted to inspire people, and if that's Hope for Clark, he's happy to have done it.
"It's a good look on you," Bruce murmurs as they kiss, slowly.
"It's a good look on you," Bruce murmurs as they kiss, slowly.
February 1, 2026 at 3:05 AM
He'd only ever wanted to inspire people, and if that's Hope for Clark, he's happy to have done it.
"It's a good look on you," Bruce murmurs as they kiss, slowly.
"It's a good look on you," Bruce murmurs as they kiss, slowly.
Bruce rests their heads together, then kisses Clark.
"Wouldn't have it any other way. I'm proud to have you."
"Wouldn't have it any other way. I'm proud to have you."
February 1, 2026 at 2:46 AM
Bruce rests their heads together, then kisses Clark.
"Wouldn't have it any other way. I'm proud to have you."
"Wouldn't have it any other way. I'm proud to have you."
"You've already seen some of the worst of it." Partially anyway.
Not all. Clark never had to deal with hydra stealing children or killing them.
He never wanted him to have to either.
"But there's so much more work to do."
Not all. Clark never had to deal with hydra stealing children or killing them.
He never wanted him to have to either.
"But there's so much more work to do."
February 1, 2026 at 1:51 AM
"You've already seen some of the worst of it." Partially anyway.
Not all. Clark never had to deal with hydra stealing children or killing them.
He never wanted him to have to either.
"But there's so much more work to do."
Not all. Clark never had to deal with hydra stealing children or killing them.
He never wanted him to have to either.
"But there's so much more work to do."
"I hope I can keep that up." Bruce leans in and kisses Clark, softly.
"You help me forget all the bad, and want to rebuild the good."
"You help me forget all the bad, and want to rebuild the good."
February 1, 2026 at 1:25 AM
"I hope I can keep that up." Bruce leans in and kisses Clark, softly.
"You help me forget all the bad, and want to rebuild the good."
"You help me forget all the bad, and want to rebuild the good."
Unable to remember the last time he's laughed so much, Bruce shakes his head, grinning.
"Leftovers..." he can't even form real questions or sentences at this point.
"Leftovers..." he can't even form real questions or sentences at this point.
February 1, 2026 at 12:26 AM
Unable to remember the last time he's laughed so much, Bruce shakes his head, grinning.
"Leftovers..." he can't even form real questions or sentences at this point.
"Leftovers..." he can't even form real questions or sentences at this point.
At ease once more, Bruce gently pushes Clark over and crawls over him, sitting on his hips.
"Pockets?"
"Pockets?"
February 1, 2026 at 12:17 AM
At ease once more, Bruce gently pushes Clark over and crawls over him, sitting on his hips.
"Pockets?"
"Pockets?"