Y’all Are Sleeping On The True Antagonists Of EPIC: The Musical. The Winions! These Lil Gremlins Prompted

Mer JL au:

Aurthur: Yellowtail amberjack. (it’s a king fish and I thought that was funny.)

Diana: Amazon molly. (Do I really need to explain myself? Although ignore the size, I like to imagine Diana as buff. Insert thumbs up emoji.)

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Every part I think I’m just going to try to add two more species of Mer, like I did in the first part. The first part will be linked under the people who asked to be tagged, if you want to be tagged PM me.

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Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.

Part three linked: Bruce shows off his pup and Clark learns to communicate.

chapter four: Clark finds the family. Bruce needs a nap.

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“He isn’t happy with you. You missed the whole meeting.” Diana sighed, “we were discussing the trenches situation, the trench creatures are starting to come higher then normal. He’s still pissed you missed it though. What were you even doing?”

Clark looked over at Diana, crossing his arms with a huff looking to the reefs surface.

“I told you. I went to find the Mer who we’ve been getting reports about, and he slipped away. Before I even got there, and its dose take time to scout the whole area you know?”

Diana looked at him, eyes narrowing as she stopped in her tracks, sitting on a piece of coral glaring at him accusingly. Clark shifted his eyes, now slightly wringing his hands as he met the others glare.

“Uh, Diana- “

“How do you know it’s a Mer? How do you know it’s a guy Mer? You said it had slipped away before you got there.”

Clark cursed internally, eyes widening a fraction and lips slightly pursing before he schooled his expression and tried to produce a lie on the spot.

“Just an assumption on the gender, and I guessed it was a Mer because I found a shark carcass. It didn’t just leave teeth marks, it left claw marks, but only in places where it would matter. I really shouldn’t bring my assumptions into a serious conversation, thank you for catching me on that.”

He said, trying to derail her with the thanks instead of her analysing the fact that none of that information on his assumption was on his mission report.

“Huh,” Dianna said. Clark answered that too fast, there was too much reasoning with that. If he had just told her, it was an assumption, she would’ve understood and let it go. But he kept rambling about it, that was quite suspicious. Her eyes flicked to the faint scratches on his arms he had attempted to hide wrapping his arm up in seaweed.

‘Idiot probably lost,’ she mused in her head. ‘Embarrassed he went alone no doubt, and lying to cover up he couldn’t manage it alone. No point in embarrassing him, but this is vital information…’

“Anyway,” she started again, giving him a smile as she started swimming again, Clark visibly relaxed as he followed.

“You should add all that to your mission report.”

Clark looked at her, confused. Before nervously chuckling with a sheepish look. “But, Diana, it’s just an assumption. I don’t want to be wrong- “

Diana gave him a sharp look. She cared about him, but the lie was disrespect she wouldn’t take.

“I trust your judgement, Clark.” She said, voice steadily firm. “Write it, you’ve never been wrong about an assumption before.”

She was giving him a clear disapproving parent stare, one that made him adjust the seaweed covering his arms as he tried to give a normal grin.

“Thanks Di, your too good to me.”

“I know.”

The rest of the swim back was relatively normal after the tension dissipated. Clark was glad, thinking he got away with it. Meanwhile, Diana was concerned. Considering her assumption on why Clark lied, she started to worry that if Clark was this embarrassed, or worried, to talk about the black scaled creature, it must be terrifying. But she wasn’t going to bring it up. Yet. Not unless it becomes a serious concern.

She dropped Clark off at home, who swum inside his apartment and sighed as he flopped down on his couch. (slab of stone and coral). He looked to the ceiling, wondering. Wondering if he’d see Bruce again. And he did, next time he was at the reef.

after a few days Clark was assigned to reef patrol again, not before getting vigorously scolded by Arthur, as Hal filmed it, and barry watched. He was picking at the coral as he swum by, not noticing the pair of blue eyes stare at him from under a piece of coral. Nor the black scaled figure following him as he went, keeping to the shadows.

Clark did however see when Bruce flashed his scales at him, in the pattern of:

“ . _ . . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . _ “. (Ignore the strange swirly dash, its hard trying to write morse code D:)

Clark tilted his head but swam over to him, quite happy to see the other again. He was made to keep his distance with a defensive flash, but it was slightly closer than last time. So, Clark counted that as a win.

“Well, hi! Glad to see your back Bruce.” Clark said, offering his hand to Bruce. Bruce, who got startled by the hand a bit too close for comfort, but Clark’s hand defensively. Clark hissed, but he didn’t pull off him instantly, instead opting to let Bruce let go. If the other was clearly agitated, and definitely did not speak a lick of English, t was a bad idea to panic then make him panic. He didn’t manage to hold the wince that escaped him when the teeth sunk into his hand though. Bruce looked up at him, then back his hand tilting his head. When Clark didn’t panic, he released his bite, and backed away a few feet, staring back at Clark.

Clark saw him back off slightly and was quick to try reassure him.

“Hey- no hey its ok! I’m not hurt, just a bite. I’ve definitely had worse.”

As the blood seeped from Clark’s hand, it got into the water. Bruce sniffed at it, before looking back to Clark. Flashing his scales again.

“ . . _ . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . . “

Clark watched him sniff the air, before humming and tilting his head. He wasn’t sure what the other meant, but it was clear he wanted something. “What?” he asked, confused at the random flashes jut displayed to him. Bruces face scrunched up, sensing the other had no clue what he had wanted.

“ . . _ . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . . “

He tried to flash more pointedly, huffing when Clark looked just as lost as before. He jabbed a finger to the reef, eyes falling on a lionfish. He gestured to it pointedly, then looking back at Clark and flashing again. Same word.

“ . . _ . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . . “

Clarks eyes followed his gesture to the food before it clicked in his head. “oh! Your hungry?”  He asked, then smiling again. He swum to the reef and plucked a few lionfish from it before swimming back. Bruce had sat himself on a piece of coral, black scales contrasting greatly with the vibrant coral under him. Clark handed him one tentatively, relived when Bruce took it and begun to eat.

“Sooooo, that flashing means you want food huh?” Clark observed, not surprised when he didn’t get a response. “And that flashing was different then when you wanted my attention. The other one was something else, that one means food- could I write this down?”

Clark asked, pulling out his JL pad and going over to the space where he could keep personal notes. He looked at the other, who was still eating. Bruce was ignoring him in favour of his food at the moment, happily munching on the lionfish, pulling out the spindles. Clark waited for him to be finished with that one, before getting his attention. He pointed to the fish and looked back at Bruce, then gesturing to his tail.

“Can you show me the sequence of flashes for food?”

Bruce had no clue what he was talking about, but he did pick up that when he communicated with Clark, he seemed to refer to the communication as flashes. Confused, and feeling slightly patronised, Bruce flashed his tail again in the: “ . . _ . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . . “. sequence, going slower. To Bruce, going slower was a kind of sarcastic act, mocking Clark for needing him to re-do it. Clark had no idea of Bruces mindset, smiling at him while thinking the slow flashes were for his benefit. He wrote down the flashes and what they meant.

[Clarks Notes:]

[ how to communicate with new friend. Doesn’t speak English.]

[I call him Bruce. I don’t know his name.]

[ “ . . _ . ~ _ _ _ ~ _ _ _ ~ _ . . “. means food when he flashes like that.]

Clark put his pad down, looking back at Bruce with a smile before handing him another fish. Bruce had no idea Clark was infatuated with him. Or maybe he did. Bruce was fine with Clark’s existence as long as he kept bringing him food. This fish was tastier than fish from the trenches, and there wasn’t many fish down there at all. So, Bruce was happy to keep coming back here and get his fish while Clark took notes on him. Stupid reef mer.

Bruce gave him a look when Clark reached out but let him touch the scales on his tail. Even if begrudgingly. Clark ran his hand over the strange textured scales, moving his head slightly to see the slight purple sheen of his scales. It made the light that rippled through the ocean water slightly purple. But what was most stunning was the way they felt. They were soft but they got harder when Clark put any semblance of pressure on them. They were cool and metallic, probably made to withstand high water pressures.

He was about to speak when his pad went off with an emergency, beeping loudly. That startled Bruce and pulled away, staring at the pad for a solid second before taking off back to the darker part of the reef. Clark reached out, about to stop him but he was already long gone. He groaned, glaring at the pad on his wrist as he muted it, “Great,” he muttered, starting to swim back to base. “Just great. This better be good.”

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Part five of Jon and the Wayne’s: Bruce’s phone proves he’s a slut.

(None of these are actually dating Bruce yet, they both say they are.)

Bruce finally got off one of his longer patrols and took off the cowl. He finally had some alone time and settled down into bed, pulling up the covers and picking up his phone probably to doom-scroll for an hour before bed, before he saw his inbox was full with voice memos.

He groaned and played the first one.

“Bruce Wayne! Nocturnal blessings my lover, just wanted to call and say I’m thinking about ya. Love ya.” 

minhkhoa khan.

Bruce groaned and deleted it, sinking further into the pillows. “Dumbass.” He mutters, before going to play the next one.

“Bruce, darling! I just had a loooong conversation with koha and he said the two of you had a loooonger conversation, do you not love me anymore? Please answer.” 

Selina Kyle.

Bruce groaned before clicking onto the next one.

“Beloved! I just had a scandolus call with Mrs Kyle about how she thinks you love her more than the woman who gave you a child. I think it’s time for you to be up and front with her.” 

talia al-ghul.

“Whyyyyyy.” Bruce groaned. “I just want to be left alone.” He grumbled, clicking to the next one.

“Lovely Selina just mailed me a dead fish. This is all out wall. How should we retaliate? Please advise!”

minhkhoa khan

At this point Bruce was banging his head on the headboard.

“I just found ‘ghost-bat forever’ carved on my wall darling, I’m ready to kill a bitch. Call me back.”

Selina Kyle.

“This is my life. Why can’t Clark be here. “

Bruce tried to suffocate himself with the pillow as the next one played automatically.

“Beloved, that bitch koha just sent me a selfie of him behind your back of you two on a mission, that cocky fuck!”

Talia Al-Ghul.

Bruce pushed the pillow off his head and just stared at the ceiling. The last mission he went on with Khoa was when he had to wear dicks version of the bat-suit since his was nearly torn apart and it was very tight fitting around- 

Bruce choked on air as the next message played.

“Talia stole my fucking mask, love, tell her to fucking stop!”

minhkhoa khan

Bruce was desperately trying to turn off his phone.

“Why isn’t this working?!?!”

“Bruce, we’ll all outside.”

Selina Kyle.

“Can you pick up your phone? It’s cold out here.”

minhkhoa khan.

“Beloved Mrs Kyle bought a boombox, I’m concerned, get out here.”

Talia Al-Ghul.

Bruce went to go yell at the three.

Bruce phone was left on his bed as he went outside, it vibrated alone, until it switched over to message.

“Hey Bruce, I’m on the roof, are you currently in the ground garden trying to beat the shit out of three people to the tune of Peter Gabriel’s in your eyes?”

Jon. 

part four: Jon and poker

part six: Jon’s quest with a new freind.

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@klance-one-standing

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Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter two, heat.

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Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter one, heart.

Bruce rushed to join the fight, dodging a flying piece of rubble and jumping onto a car. He had to be more careful then normal. Not because he could die- nope! Way past that train. But because getting hurt and not feeling it would mean he was basically instantly outed to everyone. Because Barry would panic and blurt it out.

Clark saw Bruce and noted him being more careful, but the other saw it as a good thing. That Bruce was finally taking his insistence on caring for himself to heart and being careful during the fights.

By the time, the battle was over everyone was tired, some taking a seat and others just straight away leaving. Clark went over to Barry and Bruce, Barry speeding away when he saw Clark, a nervous expression on his face. Clark saw Bruce looked fine actually, not tired at all. He was confused about that.

“Bruce?”

Bruce looked over to Clark, blinking through the new lenses in his suit and nodding. “Yes, Clark?”

“Why do you look less tired than everyone else?” Clark asked. “You look fine.”

Bruce cursed internally. He had not thought of that, he had slipped up. And he swore at himself for it. “Uh- you know.” Bruce said, fiddling with a clasp on his belt. “I’ve been taking it easy, like you said. Guess I’m really just taking things you say to heart today, huh?”

Clark, being himself, was just ecstatic his boyfriend was looking after himself. He pulled Bruce closer in for a hug, chin bumping against Bruce’s before  he yanked back, staring at the other.

Hr was so cold.

“Bruce? Your freezing, are you ok?”

“What?” Bruce asked, going ridged. He hadn’t planned about this. Hadn’t thought this through enough yet. “Oh, it’s nothing, I’ve just been out for a while Clark,”

“I’ll take you home and warm you up, God knows you need it. And when you take off your suit, I can hear your heartbeat, and it will all be good again, ok?”

Bruce winced, cursing himself internally for what he was about to do. He loved Clark all too much, and knew Clark loved him too. But his perfectly sculpted lie was crumbling down around him, and he needed an excuse to not let Clark near him. Not until he figured out how to tell him at least.

“Actually Clark! Uh- Barry and I needed to do something really fast, he was going to take me home after we did something at his, isn’t that right Barry?” Bruce asked, turning and gesturing silently at Clark to Barry with his eyes.

Barry seemed to get the message, as he hurried over and nodded. “Yep, sorry Clark. Just got to steal your man for a bit. Sorry! But the case calls.”

“Mhm, I’ll call you when I get home, love you, bye.” Bruce said quickly as Barry grabbed him and sped off.

Bruce didn’t get to see Clark’s expression.

As the two ran off Clark stood there, a ‘bye’ on his lips and a thump in his stomach at being shot down. He sighed, rubbing his head and watching the other two wistfully. He didn’t want to pry into his boyfriend’s life, but he hadn’t seen Bruce in a long while. And he has just spoken to him again! And now he wasn’t. it sucked. But Clark sucked it up and took off back to his apartment. He’d get to call Bruce later. He guessed.

As soon as Barry knew him and Bruce were out of earshot, he set the other down with a frown, looking like Bruce plopped himself down onto the floor. Barry sat himself next to the other, giving his back a small pat as he thought.

“You know you’re going to have to tell him soon, right?” he asked Bruce, who seemed to be extremely interested in blades of grass right now. “I guess.” Bruce mutter, lifting his head to meet the others gaze. “But how am I supposed to tell him that? He’d be heartbroken. I can’t live with that Barry, I love him too much. He’s the nicest person you ever meet, what would you do?”

“Tell him the truth?” Barry tried, a wince forming at how that sounded coming out. Much worse than he intended, Bruce shot him a scathing glare.

“You, would you? You have no idea what this is like?”

“I mean,” Barry started, not wanting to provoke Bruce bur not wanting to be wrong. “I have died before-“

“But you were revived! I’m constantly half dead and mostly dying and you can revive me because then the magic would tear me apart and my atoms would lose their bonds with one another. Id cease to exist! God fucking dammit Barry.”

Barry paused, unused to the hostile outbreak of the normally cool and collected bat. He, very sacredly, pat Bruce shoulder. Like you would a stray cat.

Bruce just slumped back and lay against the wet grass, staring at the sun that used to burn his eyes. Barry watched him and made a face. “You’re lying in wet grass and staring at the sun.”

“And?”

“Well wet grass is unpleasant. And doesn’t staring at the sun hurt?”

“Barley anything hurts now.”

“well- ok, but could you stop?”

“Oh, I am so sorry, am I, the dead person, making you uncomfortable? Please.”

Bruce noticed Barry’s uncomfortable look and sighed, pushing himself up. “sorry, that was uncalled for. I’m just a little pissy- who wouldn’t be? I died less than a month ago. And now I have a family I have to tell, a boyfriend who’s going to have to have his heart broken, and I’m still figuring this out. Dick was using Constentine’s help with a case, he saw me, and we both just stared at each other for about two minutes. He didn’t say anything, but that’s one more person who knows, who doesn’t need to know. And none who do need to know are any closer to knowing. This really sucks!”

“Yeah.” Barry sighed, pulling Bruce into a side hug as he looked over Gotham. He almost snickered when a thought came to mind, looking down at Bruce.

“Ok, before I take you home can I ask you something?”

“Uh- I mean sure I guess.” Bruce shrugged. “if Clark’s dating you, and your dead, does that mean he a necro-“

“Die. Just die Barry.”

(Hello! Its me and I’m back with another chapter! Two in two days, wow, crazy right! Ok, just saying I edit grammar and spelling and try really hard on it, and whenever I post any fic, I make sure its atlas above 1,000 words just to make sure it’s a good read. Thank you for reading! If you want to be added to the tag list above just say in comments, id really appreciate if you told me things you like in comments, constructive criticism is always appreciated, and I hope you enjoy this instalment! Bow, the first one is linked at the top!)

Scylla

I made a Scylla design. It’s low quality sorry, can’t fix it.

Not full monster, humanoid.

Justice League Meeting

Superman: where’s Batman? The meeting was supposed to start 20 minutes ago.

Wonderwoman: could he be in danger?

Green Arrow: someone maybe should call him BEFORE we go into defcon 1

Superman: [calls the bat-line]

Oracle: [answers] this is O. How can I help?

Superman: Hi Oracle. Batman was supposed to be at the tower 20 minutes ago. Do you know where he is?

Oracle: let me check… yeah, he’s at the cave, I can connect you to the security cameras?

Superman: Please.

Oracle: ok.

-The batcave shows up on screen, Bruce and some of the kids present-

Batman: [Mid sentence] -OUTRAGEOUS STUNT!!

Damian: [scowling, arms crossed] -tt-

Batman: Do NOT scoff at me, young man!

Jason: [snorts]

Batman: Are you Laughing?! This is reckless even by YOUR standards Jason!

Jason: yeah… but you said-

Batman: [menacing] What?!

Jason: [looks at Dick and mimes “young man”]

Batman: Don’t look at-

Dick: [loudly and jovially] THERE’S NO NEED TO FEEL DOWN

Batman: Wh-

Steph: I said YOUNG MAN [spins to point at Tim]

Tim: [Fingerguns at Steph] Pick yourself off the ground!

Batman: [floundering] En-

Dick: I said YOUNG MAN

Jason: ‘Cause you’re in a new town!

Duke: [from the locker rooms] There’s no need to be unhappy!

Batman: [to Duke] You’re not even in trouble!

Steph and Tim: YOUNG MAN there’s a place you can go!

Dick: [throws an arm around Jason’s shoulders] I said YOUNG MAN! When you’re short on your dough!

Jason: You can STAY THERE!

Batman: That’s EN-

Dick and Jason: [turn to Damian, grinning expectantly] and I’m sure you will find-!!

Damian: [glaring and without enthusiasm] …many ways to have a good time.

Batman: Don’t-

All the batkids: [chorusing] It’s fun to stay at the B-A-T CAVE

Batman: [finally loses it] WHY???!!

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Superman: …

Green Arrow: …well someone has to say it.

The Flash: That he should get an award for parenting that lot?

Green Arrow: that clearly inherited behaviour has nothing to do with genetics. I grew up with Bruce Wayne; he deserves every second of this