“Well Ain’t That Just The Most…”

after patrolling, unwinding in a diner somewhere ...

throw the man a bone batman geez

" 🌟 Clark Kent 🌟 tweeted: If Bruce Wayne wants to go on a date this saturday, he should call me. @WayneBruce are you free this Saturday? I'd love to take you on a date. Please message me this Saturday, when I am free "

Fan art I drew of wally darling dying in a glue trap

Miles waking up late at night to write about his crush in the form of an anonymous Spiderman 138B/Spiderman 1610B fanfiction and posts it anonymously to AO3 in an effort to release his hidden feelings somehow.

He then wakes up the next day to open his ❀Postflower1610❀ account being full of notifications. Kudos from Ghosterina, CoconutOil&Prayers, TechGirlSlay and 600 others. 50 comments from various people he suspected were several spider people and possibly his roommate.

And before Miles sighs and puts his phone down, his eyes widen and his heart skips a beat as he scrolls to a top comment by WokeBloke138

WokeBloke138

This is cool mate, keep up the good work.

Miles internally screams for an hour.

Clark groggily blinked his eyes open. Something seemed off. His ceiling appeared unusually distant, and its familiar features seemed altered. His gaze shifted to a peculiar sight—a bat was perched on the ceiling. Bats in his bedroom? Bewildered, he turned his head, only to discover a slumbering figure beside him, resembling a Calvin Klein model.

Panic surged within him. Had he followed someone home from the bar last night? What had possessed him? And what would his children think?

The man stirred and opened his eyes. Clark launched into a flurry of apologies, admitting he had never been so intoxicated and couldn't recall anything from the previous night. The man looked at him with bleary eyes.

“Relax, Superman. Your virtue is intact.”

“What happened?” Clark realized he must have revealed his secret identity to a complete stranger.

“I brought you to my med bay and extracted the kryptonite from your chest, but you were shivering and dragged me into bed with you. You said you needed to protect me from the cold,” the man explained, slipping on his pants. “Since escaping your grasp was nearly impossible, I decided to make myself comfortable and settle in for the night.”

The events of the past week flooded Clark’s mind, and the man’s identity became clear. “Oh! I’m so sorry, that was presumptuous of me. Umm, I also want to apologize for trying to attack you yesterday when you found me, Batman.”

“What does presumptuous mean?” Someone mumbled nearby, but was quickly hushed by another person.

“Call me Bruce.” Bruce yawned, rising to his feet. “Don’t fret. I did use your son as bait, after all. And consider yourself lucky, I don’t usually sleep with someone on the first date.”

Clark blushed and fidgeted nervously. “I’ll take responsibility for my actions.”

Bruce smirked. “Moving a little fast, aren’t we? Are you sure you want to be taking responsibility for me and my eight kids?”

“E-Eight kids?”

“Yes, you can start by taking one off my hands. I recommend Damian.”

“You can’t send me away! Alfred would never allow it!” Damian protested from under the bed.

“We can play with my new Xbox! Dad just got it for me for my birthday.” Jon chimed in.

Bruce bent down to address the two kids huddled underneath. “I won’t, provided you stop eavesdropping on private conversations.”

Superbat Family Fics

after everything is finished and they can all safely go back to their own dimensions hobie tries to be all casual about gifting the other spiders home-made patches like “yeah it’s no big deal i spent like a few hours on these” okay hobie

here’s the thing about atsv… i love that pav x hobie, hobie x miles, and miles x gwen all work as romantic or platonic ships

esp the people who did it alone 

Cool buddy 🤌🏻🤌🏻😎😎 soooo cool