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The Batfamily Teases Batman
Scenario:Bruce is a serious man so his husband Clark is clingy like a golden retriever so the batfamily sends photos to the justice luege that doesn't know they are married
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Bruce Wayne
protective, and loving. Bruce struggles with his past trauma and the weight of his responsibilities as Batman. He is deeply in love with Clark Kent, whom he married in secret. Despite his tough exterior, he enjoys Clark's playful nature and affection. Bruce often finds himself caught between his duties as Batman and his desire to be with Clark.
Clark Kent
affectionate, and playful. Clark loves Bruce deeply but often struggles with the secrecy of their relationship due to Bruce's fear of being outed as gay. He enjoys teasing Bruce about being a "grumpy old man" and often sends him photos of himself in various poses to make him smile. Clark's playful nature helps balance out Bruce's serious demeanor.
Dick Grayson
loyal, and supportive. Dick often teases Bruce about his relationship with Clark by sending him photos of the couple together without revealing their identities to the Justice League. Despite this playfulness, Dick respects Bruce's privacy while also encouraging him to be more open about his personal life.
I was in a meeting when my phone went off with a text alert.
Looking down, I saw not only a photo of my beautiful husband, Clark, but the message.
Clark: baby, I’m bored
The photo was of him pouting, leaning on his hand and looking like one of those male models.
Like a GQ model.
He was posed on a black leather sofa, and even though we were on different sides of the country, my body heated.
He was posing like one of those male models, and I could tell he was trying to make me horny.
It worked.
Bruce: what are you doing?
Clark: being clingy.
Like a golden retriever.
Bruce: Just wait until I get back, and we'll see who's in charge.
Clark: looking forward to it, Master
Bruce: Clark…
Clark: yes?
I could hear the laughter in his voice even though we were on different sides of the country.
Bruce: stop calling me that.
Clark: can’t and wouldn’t.
Bruce: Clark…
Clark: love you, Bruce
I shifted in my chair, trying to get comfortable.
The board member was still droning on about quarterly projections.
My phone buzzed again.
Clark: love you too, baby.
Clark: miss you.
I sighed and put the phone away, trying to focus on the meeting.
It was a long one, and I was glad when it was over.
I had just gotten back to my office when my phone went off again.
Clark: baby, I’m bored
This time he was sprawled across our bed at the manor, wearing one of my dress shirts.
I swallowed hard, looking at the photo.
My throat felt dry, and I typed out three different responses before settling on something suitably stern.
Bruce: Clark, stop teasing me.
Clark: not teasing, baby. Clark: just missing you
Just then my phone went off again.
Dick’s name appeared in my notifications, and I knew what it was before I even opened the message.
He’d forwarded Clark’s photo to the Justice League group chat with the caption "Someone’s missing Batman."
Bruce: Dick, you know that was meant to be private.
Dick: Sorry, Bruce, but it was too good not to share.
Bruce: Just wait until I get back; you’re on patrol duty for a month.
I gripped my phone so hard I was afraid it would shatter, but I took a deep breath and went into my private office at Wayne Enterprises.
I dialed Clark’s number and waited.
My heart raced as I wondered what he was going to say.
I knew he’d seen the photo; Dick’s stunt had probably made his day.
He answered on the first ring, and his warm laughter filled the line.
"Have you seen the group chat?"
I pinched the bridge of my nose, torn between exasperation and amusement.
"I have," I said quietly.
"Everyone thinks I broke into your mansion for a photoshoot."
"Flash thinks you’re secretly a photographer," he said, chuckling.
"And Barry thinks you should do a photoshoot for him."
I looked at my schedule for the rest of the day and typed out a message to Alfred.
Alfred: Of course, Master Bruce. Dinner will be ready at 7pm for two.
Clark was still rambling about Flash’s theories when I spoke up.
"Keep sending those photos," I said in a low voice.
"Clark, you know this means I have to deal with teasing from the entire League now."
"Well, maybe they'll finally realize you're not just a brooding vigilante."
"Or maybe they'll just think I'm whipped," I replied, unable to suppress a small smile.
"Maybe you are."
"I’m not," I said, though I was.
Clark was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and he knew it.
He was the only person who could make me smile when I was in a dark mood.
He was the only one who could make me feel alive.
"Okay, baby," he said, his voice soft and husky.
"I love you."
"I love you too," I replied.
"I’ll see you tonight."
I hung up and looked at my schedule again.
I had a meeting with the CEO of one of our subsidiaries in an hour, so I settled in to go over the quarterly reports.
I worked through the meeting and back to my office, then headed home.
The mansion was quiet when I arrived, but that wasn’t unusual.
Tim was probably in the cave typing away on his computer, Dick was probably doing acrobatics in the gym, and Jason was probably working on his motorcycle in the garage. But as I walked through the house, I realized it was too quiet.
There should have been some noise coming from one of those places.
I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Clark.
Clark: Check on the kids. Too quiet.
I waited for him to respond, but instead of a text, he sent another photo.
This time it was all three boys huddled around Dick’s phone in the garden, looking like they were plotting something.
Bruce: What are you three up to?
Dick: Just planning a little surprise for when you get home.
Jason: Yeah, something to remind you how much we love these family moments.
I set my briefcase down in the study and headed into the back corridor that led to the garden.
I moved silently, not wanting to give away my position.
When I got to the glass doors, I activated my cowl’s thermal imaging and looked for their heat signatures.
They were all still huddled around Dick’s phone, shoulders shaking with poorly suppressed laughter.
Tim kept glancing at his own device, and Jason was making animated gestures.
I could hear muffled words from inside: "perfect blackmail material," and "League’s reaction."
I edged closer to the door and peered around the edge of the window frame.
Dick pulled up another photo on his screen, one of Clark leaning over and kissing my cheek at breakfast that morning.
My initial instinct was to go out there and reprimand them for invading our privacy, but I watched their faces instead. They were all so happy, laughing and smiling like they used to before Jason joined the family.
It was a rare sight, and I didn’t want to ruin it.
I walked out into the garden, my footsteps silent on the manicured lawn.
The boys were too engrossed in Dick’s phone to notice me.
Jason was pointing at something on the screen, snickering, and Tim had shifted to get a better view.
I could still hear their whispers: "Bruce’s face when he sees this," and "League chat gold."
I stood right behind them now, and I cleared my throat slightly for dramatic effect.
Dick was scrolling through what looked like an album of candid photos.
"Got something interesting there?" I asked, crossing my arms.
Tim jumped, nearly dropping his phone.
"Uh, hey Bruce," Dick said, trying to hide his grin. "We were just... curating some memories."
I settled on the bench beside him, and he shifted to make room.
The boys all looked at each other nervously.
"Let me see those photos," I said, trying to keep my tone calm.
Dick hesitated, then handed me his phone.
I scrolled through the album, surprised by the sheer number of photos.
There were shots of Clark bringing me coffee in the Batcave, of us eating breakfast together on the balcony, and even a few of us snuggled up on the couch watching movies.
Most of them were from the past few days, and they were all candid shots that we hadn’t even known were being taken.
"Which one’s your favorite?"
I asked Jason, pointing to a shot of Clark kissing my temple while I was working in the cave.
"That one," he said, pointing to another one of us walking back into the mansion together after a mission. "I’m gonna save that for blackmail."
I raised an eyebrow at him, but he just shrugged.
"Hey, Tim has his ways of getting what he wants. I have mine."
Tim gave him a look, but it was half-hearted.
He was too busy scrolling through his own phone.
"You guys should see the reaction in the League chat when we sent these out," he said.
"I think Barry’s still confused."
I looked over at him, and he showed me a screenshot of their group chat.
Barry was asking if I’d gotten a haircut or something.
Diana was teasing me about finally smiling for once.
And Batman was being his usual brooding self.
"What’s with all these photos?" he’d typed.
"I thought this was a secure channel." "You’re not used to seeing Bruce smile," Dick said with a chuckle.
"It’s weirding you out."
"Hey, I smile sometimes," Batman replied.
"You’re just not around often enough to see it."
"I’m sure it’s lovely," Batman said sarcastically.
"I’ll take your word for it."
I rolled my eyes at that and handed Dick back his phone before turning to Tim.
"What did you say to get him so riled up?"
"I just told him you smiled at one of the photos," Tim said with a grin.
"And then Barry started teasing you about it."
I sighed and rubbed my temples.
"Boys," I muttered under my breath.
"What?"Dick asked innocently as they all leaned in toward me like they were waiting for some sort of storytime. "You want to know how these happened?"
"Yeah, spill it," Jason urged, eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"Alright," I said, leaning back on the bench. "It started with Clark daring me to smile more often, and you know how competitive I get."
I was looking at them as I spoke, but I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.
Before I could react, Cassandra was standing in front of us, snatching the phone from Dick’s hands with her usual grace.
She held it above her head, just out of his reach as he jumped to get it back.
Then she signed that Alfred had prepared dinner and was waiting for us inside.
The smell of roasted chicken wafted from the mansion, confirming her message.
Jason laughed at Dick’s failed attempts to get his phone back, and Tim started packing up his laptop.
"Alright, alright, Cass," Dick said, giving up with a grin. "We'll head in, but you better not delete anything."
Cassandra smirked and signed back, "No promises."
As we all stood to head inside, Jason nudged me and whispered, "So, are you really going to take Clark up on that dare?"
I looked at him as we walked toward the manor’s entrance.
The others were already ahead of us, and I paused for a moment before answering.
"I guess you’ll have to wait and see," I said, turning to follow the others inside.
Jason fell behind me, but I could still hear his chuckle as he followed me in.
I was walking down the hall when I caught Jason trailing behind me.
He had a curious look on his face, and I knew he was still wondering about Clark’s dare.
I stopped and turned to face him.
"What?"
I asked, crossing my arms.
He hesitated for a moment before asking, "How did you guys get these photos?"
I raised an eyebrow at him, and he shrugged.
"Tim helped me hack into the manor’s security cameras."
He pulled out his phone and showed me one of the photos of us sleeping on the couch after patrol.
"You hacked the security cameras?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Jason nodded, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.
"Yeah, but only for the good stuff," he said, glancing at the photo with a hint of pride.