I Need A Fic Where Bruce Is Completely Head Over Wheels With Clark. I'm Talking Both In His Batman Persona

It has come to Bruce's attention that Kon-El might be romantically interested in his son. So of course, he decides to investigate (subtly). Starting with...

Bruce: Tim.

Tim: Bruce.

The following silence lasts for ten seconds.

Bruce: How would you describe your relationship with Superboy?

Tim: Uh, pretty good?

Bruce: Pretty good? Can you be more specific? How does he interact with you?

Tim: I mean, he keeps sending me selfies in the weirdest places. One time, Kon sent one with a thumbs up while the background was clearly during a mission and our teammates were chucking basketballs at these weird alien plant vines. I was there too, so it makes even less sense. Like, why would he send me a selfie of where he is when I was like fifteen feet away?

After taking a moment to...digest what just came out of his kid's mouth, Bruce decides to investigate their relationship some other time.

More pressingly, he needs to know the details of this mission and why this is the first he's hearing of it.

Tim: Actually, Dick was there too. He was wrestling with a vine. And not like fighting wrestling, but arm wrestling. With a vine.

Bruce can't stop himself from asking: Did he win?

Tim: He did! I'll send you the video and you can hear the vine grunting and hissing while everyone was cheering Nightwing on!

Bruce: They were cheering him on, while throwing basketballs at the other vines?

Tim: Yep.

Bruce: And what were you doing during this?

Tim points to the video on his phone: Capturing the moment and giving orders at the same time. Don't worry, I can multitask.

Bruce: So you ordered them to throw basketballs at the vines.

Tim nods: Strategic distraction while we lead the alien plant vines to a trap.

Bruce: And why was Nightwing arm wrestling one particular vine?

Tim: To boost morale. Also, Kon double-dog dared him.

Bruce: Tim.

Tim: What?

Bruce just sighs.

Bruce: *bored as fuck and is literally willing to do anything*

Hal: Hey Spooky, you look like you could use some fun. Why don’t you let me take you out for dinner? *wiggling his eyebrows, very clearly joking to get a rise out of Bruce*

Justice League: Oh fuck, I always knew Green Lantern had a death wish *they’re all exchanging looks, ready to grab Hal just in case Bats decides to break his no kill rule*

Bruce: *has found the perfect opportunity to fuck with everyone* Sure, I like to be wined and dined. You’ll be paying for dinner. *walks out before anyone questions him*

Hal: … *turns to face the rest of the Justice League* Huh, who knew it’d be that easy?

Clark: *gritting his teeth* Yeah… who knew

Barry: *scoots away from Clark due to danger feeling*

Hal: Oh my gosh, what if this is a plan to murder me! *sweating, hands gripping his hair in fear*

Clark: *under his breath* Let’s hope he gets to you before I do *glowering*

Barry: *even more scared*

I really like the hc of Bruce giving star stickers for those who behaved well (as well as they can be) and taking them if they misbehave, the kids make a competition out of it and make fun of those who lost a star.

Bruce: this week's stars goes to...

Batkids: *all looking at Bruce*

Bruce: Dick, Tim and Cass.

Damian: Father! I do not approve of such thing!

Bruce: you don't have to approve anything damian. Dick did a great work in Blüdhaven and didn't threaten more than 3 people, Tim completed his homework and helped me Crack two cases without any stalker tactics, and Cass helped Alfred bake which was very sweet.

Jason: I don't understand the rules to receive a star, but I'm with demon brat.

Duke: *raising his hand along with stephs* we didn't do anything wrong!

Bruce: you skipped patrol the whole week.

Steph: I was busy!

Bruce: *adding the stars to their cards* no you weren't, you were just lazy. *turns towards Jason and damian* you two do get one star taken away.

Damian: unbelievable! Father I will not allow it!

Jason: I behaved pretty well this week in my opinion.

Bruce: you threaten every villain we saw, waved your gun around like a maniac and had to be stopped twice from using the crowbar.

Jason: like I said pretty well behaved.

But this also extents to Sups. Clark has little stars that he gives batman when the man passed a whole JL meeting without insulting, indirect insulting and looking condescendingly or glaring at someone. He also has them taken away when he did those things.

Bruce: that wasn't a glare, I was merely looking.

Clark: B u scared Bart for the third time this week, and yes that was a glare.

Bruce: *crossing his arms* I think you are being unfair about this thing.

Clark: I'm sorry Bruce, but I have to take a star from you today.

Bruce: no.

Clark: *raising a brow* no?

Bruce: *starting to lightly jog away from clark* no! It's my star!

Clark: Bruce come back here!

John Price who's tired after missions.

John Price who strips his gear haphazardly and slides on his last clean shirt and sweatpants.

John Price who rubs his face dramatically, huffs, and ignores the after action report he needs to finish up.

John Price who collapses on to the couch in his office, sprawled out on the thing that's almost too small for him.

John Price who doses off right then and there, not caring an ounce for his comfort otherwise.

John Price who barely cracks an eye open when the door to his office drifts open, the warm light from the hall seeping into the dark room, and a particularly exhausted Sergeant enters.

John Price who closes his eyes and just opens his arms, accepting the weight of one Kyle Garrick on top of him, wrapping his arms around the man.

John Price who breaths in time with Gaz as the smaller man shoves his nose into John's shoulder, to which John sighs contentedly.

John Price who doesn't open his eyes when the door cracks open again and the familiar presence of one sleepy Scotsman shoves his way onto the couch next to them, somehow, impossibly, perfectly. The warmth of one John Mactavish burrowing into his side.

John Price who moves his arm so that one is around Gaz and the other is around Soap, sprawled and wrapped into each other on the couch that's definitely too small for them.

John Price who hardly notices when the door opens again, and one silently tired Lieutenant sits on the floor, leaning back against the couch.

John Price who reaches over, gives the man's shoulder one good squeeze, and his hand is caught in the callused fingers of one Simon Riley.

John Price whose eyes scrunch in a smile when his hand is graced with one gentle press of lips before it's released.

John Price who sleeps warm and comfortable in his pile.

John Price who's tired after missions,

but never too tired for his boys.

John Price who eventually snores but all of them are too exhausted to move and are undeniably comforted by the noise anyway.

gaz | soap | ghost

(Yes its a repost)

Sailor Soap (normal style/my style)

Accepting COD rec fics bc I don't wanna go look for them honestly jsnsns I'm lazyyy

Anything, ( except reader or y/n i dont like those) specially poly 141 is very very welcome

fantasy au of poly141, comm for lovely Phiun <33

i was giggling the whole time drawing this

I ABSOLUTELY LOVES THIS!!!!!

The 141 kissing Gaz's nose every time he cringes at something?

John can't contain it much. Gaz looks absolutely fucking adorable when his sergeant cringes at a movie that is so cliché for his liking. The captain leans forward and pecks his cute nose.

Johnny does anything to make him cringe. Even goes as far as eating with his mouth open, the Scot knows how much he despises it. The sergeant laughs and coos, planting a kiss to his cute nose.

Simon is more subtle. He says the most cringe dad jokes ever, and the sergeant just STARES while cringing to no end. The lieutenant chuckles and presses his lips onto his cute nose.

Price: sunshine?

Soap: yes, captain?

Price: baby?

Gaz: yes, captain?

Price: little baby boy, cutie patotie, sweetheart, light of my life?

Ghost: what the actual f?!?!