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The secret Santa is also a cuteee idea…like as Xmas drew closer the HQ had more xmas vibes…and after they drew lots, Miles was Hobie’s secret santa but he had no idea what a anarchism Spider-Man would want for Xmas gift. So he just been sneaking around, making secret inquiries with others while keeping Hobie unknown. Then it came the day when all the Spider-Men were wearing red hats and sat around to open their gifts. Miles opened the one with his name on and found a set of beautiful paint brushes, then Pavitr suddenly jumped out and shouted that’s not my gift for you!(yes Pav was Miles’ secret Santa 👻) and Hobie was like of course not. I switched our gifts. Others started to tease them, causing Miles blushed and awkwardly walked away. When Hobie opened his he found a punk rock album. Miles came and mumbled that this may not be the perfect gift blablabla….Hobie suddenly kissed him and said now it is 🥰🥰

BTW Peter can be Miguel’s secret santa though the boss never participated at the first place. His gift would be an album of Miguel and his daughter and the last page was the three of them. Peter, Mayday &Miguel

Why are there so many of these ToT

fan art i drew of wally dying in a glue trap

OOops wooops woops oopksdfj Get em here

I Lied anyways dog hobark brown and meow morales

they are each going for a different genre of music and it sounds horrendous together but they are having fun i think.

my piece for @batfam-au-zine !

4 the whole crew bc i think its rlly cute when ppl help make battlejackets for their friends 🤝

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

So I just learned 5 minutes ago that "/pos" is a tone indicator for "positive" :)

Honey, what's tommorow again?

i think i might have weird guy disorder :(