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This is the chaos I'm here for damnit. I wanna eat this as a long form, slow burn, multi-chapter, identity porn fic because it'd be delicious.

I've had this idea rotating in my head for a while about a specific scenario in a universe where nobody is ever clued in on the fact that the bats are related. They just assume that Robin, Red Robin, Red Hood, Nightwing, and everybody else just coincidentally happens to be Gotham (+Bludhaven) based like Batman is.

Do me a favor and imagine the aftermath of some stage five hall hands on deck crisis where everyone and their team has to gather for debriefing and for medical care. Everybody shows up with their respective teams, Nightwing with his Titans, Red Robin with the old members of YJ, Red Hood with the Outlaws, Batman with the JL ect ect.

Everyone is super tired from the battle and none of them are even given a moment to breathe before Red Hood and Red Robin start beefing on sight. Before anybody can even think to intervene, Nightwing, Orphan, Spoiler, Robin, and Signal join in and they all just start bickering at one another.

Everybody thinks they're about to fight. Like seriously start hashing it out. Thing is, YJ are RR's ride or dies. If RR starts fighting Nightwing then the YJ are gonna fight Nightwing. And then the titans are gonna fight the YJ because those are Nightwing's ride or dies. Same goes for all the teams and their respective leaders.

Everyone looks across the room going, "Am I gonna have to fight you? Man, I don't wanna fight you." They could not wanna fight because of the prior battle, out of respect for their potential opponents, or because they know that opponent would whoop their ass. But they'll still do it because that's their leader.

Eventually all of them stop their bickering, suspending the room in tense silence, as they stare each other down. Everybody is bracing themselves for the first punch and the JL is preparing to break up the fight, but instead the silence is broken by all of the birds turning their heads in one direction and yelling, "Daaaaaaddd!"

The room is dead silent enough that everyone can hear Batman's exhausted sigh echo through the room before it's followed by, "You're all grounded."

SuperBat Mer au: Chapter Six, Bruce starts to heal, Clark is firm about his family.

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Parts of story before this:

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

Chapter Two: Clark almost gets caught. Bruce tries to communicate with him.

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

Chapter Four: Clark meets the family. Bruce needs a nap.

Part five linked: Bruce is gone. Clark has to find a pup, and Jason gets netted.

More Mer types for you all!

Cassandra: Flashlight fish.

(Same type as Bruce! Because they both struggle with talking and I think flashes as communication for Cass would fit.)

Stephinie: Dottyback

(it’s a beautiful fish and the ones in my aquarium near me are known for being sassy, so I think this fits her!)

Enjoy your read!         

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The swim back to the reef was a painful one. Jason was mostly fine. He had obviously been protected by his dad. Bur Bruce was bruised and cut up, cuts all around his torso and tail. And Clark hated it. Once they were in slightly familiar territory, Clark set Bruce down on a sand bed. Jason chirped slightly, narrowing his eyes and looking at Clark as he was set down as well.

“It’s ok buddy,” Clark muttered, taking in the extent of Bruce’s wounds. “I’m just getting something to wrap him.”

Bruce had passed out a while ago, weather from exhaustion or pain Clark wasn’t sure. He was just happy that Bruce had felt safe enough to let his guard down around him. And he had said Clark’s name! his heart was still buzzing from that.

Jason nuzzled his fathers limp hand, lightly biting it as if trying to wake Bruce up.

Clark tutted and pulled Jason off Bruce’s hand, Jason histed and bit Clarks instead.

“Uh- buddy not the best idea, can we just focus on your dad instead of attacking me? Please. Please don’t bite me.” Clark said, holding the pup at arm’s length.

Jason seemed to understand the word dad, but not much else. He did stop, but kept his glare as he looked at Clark, then looked pointedly at Bruce. Communicating something along the lines of ‘fix him’.

Clark chuckled nervously at the pup’s command, letting him go and watching as Jason simply let himself sink to the sand so he could lay his chin on his dad’s tail, whining softly. Clark winced at the sight, sighing.

“Ok,” he muttered, nodding at Jason. “You can stay on my back while I fix your father, just don’t bite me.”

Jason obviously didn’t need to be told twice, backpacking himself on Clarks back and wrapping his tail around Clark’s stomach to secure himself. It was a bit tricker to work while he had a pup on his back, but cark managed to mauver himself and keep working. He had found seaweed and sponge and was placing the sponge over the more serious cuts before wrapping the seaweed around them in a makeshift bandage. It wasn’t the best job, but it would deter anything from getting worse.

He lifted Bruce into his arms and started on his way back to the league, noticing as Jason started to drift off on his shoulder, almost falling. Clark wrapped a piece of seaweed around his own chest, then over Jason’s back to swaddle him against his back so the pup could fall asleep. Jason tried to be upset about it, but he really couldn’t as he felt himself be pulled under by the inane urge of sleep.

With a pup drifting against his shoulder and a fully grown Mer against his chest, Clark carefully entered the league hall.

He entered to find Dick in a heated debate with Hal, arguing over something or another while Dick was holding the sleeping Damian, and Tim was hiding under the table examining everyone.

“Clark!” Hal said when he got back in, stalking over and staring Clark down. Dick was offended he was left hanging but instead collected Tim from where he was doing his examinations as he swam behind Clark, sticking his lounge out.

“What the fuck was that?” Hal gritted his teeth, “you left us babysitting children! Random child-“

“Hal, if you want to keep your Tonge you won’t swear in front of my kids.” Clark said sternly, moving an arm to hold Dicks hand.

The league was basically shocked it see Clark actually with kids, and-

“Is that the anomaly  we kept getting reports about?” Arthur asked, eyes narrowing. Clark wasn’t honestly phased, instead staring word and not dropping his gaze.

“He is not it. This is Bruce. If anyone has any questions, don’t ask them. I don’t care.”

With that Clark knelt down to Dicks level, who was holding a sleepy Damian and a Tim who was clinging to his arm. Clark smiled.

“Hey, we can go back to my place, ok? Well leave these four there and then you can take me to the other kids, and they can stay with me, at least until your dads ok. Dose that sound good?” Clark asked.

Dick nodded, shooting a glare at Hal and following Clark. Tim didn’t get the memo and swam up to Hal, blinking. Hal picked him up by his arm and stared at the child, Tim grabbed his hair and took some for himself, blinking at Hal as he held the small bit of hair. Hal dropped Tim, who stayed on the bottom as he stared.

“Tim!” Dick called, looking at his brother. “You don’t need more bits for your collection, hurry up!”

Hal was very disturbed when the small pup swam away, keeping his eyes on Hal as Dick grabbed his hand and pulled him along. It wasn’t a long swim back to Clark’s place, Dick woke up Jason softly and handed Damian to him, before setting Tim down on a coral bed and tugging on Clark’s hand.

“C’mon.” He mumbled, pulling on it. “we’ve got to go get the others, then I can relax.”

“Ok, ok. Let’s go.” Clark said softly, following the kid out of the room. Dick did need guiding back to the reef, but once Dick realised where he was, he shot off in one direction. It wasn’t a speed Clark couldn’t easily match, but he did wonder why the pup was so desperate to get back.

Clark’s eyes did widen when Dick went from reef, to deeper. And deeper. Clark was sort of scared they’d come across the trench monsters, but when he went to tell Dick to go up Dick didn’t listen to him, instead going deeper.

Eventually just above a nest of trench creatures, Dick swerved and went into a cave, Clark soon to follow. Dick paused for a minute before he clicked a few times. Dick saw a few flashes and took that as reason to continue, going further into the cave. Clark followed him, eyes shifting around till he saw three more kids. One of them the same Mer type as Bruce, which was cool.

Cassandra was holding a sleeping duke as Stephine was already swimming around Clark curiously. Cassandra flashed a question to Dick, and he nodded.

“This is dads’ boyfriend.” Dick whisper. “Has letting us stay at his place, c’mon.”

Clark was about to protest about the  boyfriend part, well they weren’t together yet, but he got handed a sleeping duke by Cass and had to follow the small part of the brood as they swam passed him, Dick tugging Clark along again.

Clark followed the kids, still off guard by the face they were so deep into the water, but he felt himself able to breath easy again when they got higher.

He looked to the sleeping pup in his arms to the other ones following him, conversing in hushed whispers.  He would’ve laughed in most situations, but he was a little annoyed at the fact that they weren’t explaining the location in the slightest. But either way, that doesn’t really matter right now.

When he got back to the apartment, he ushered the kids into the room his bed was in, where the others were. They honestly just moved into a kind of pile, going to sleep like that. Clarks former irritation was forgotten in the presence of seeing a bunch of cute kids. He hummed, a smile onto his face as he slipped out of the room.

Swimming out,  back to the couch where he had left Bruce, he saw the other sitting up and slowly peeling the seaweed of his tail with an annoyed expression.

“Oh- hey you need that to be safe.” Clark said, swimming over and grabbing Bruce’s hands in one of his, softly re-wrapping the seaweed. He looked up at the other with a smile and sat next to him when he was done.

Bruce looked at him, before just nodding and- and actually leaning on his shoulder. Clark wasn’t able to pinpoint his heart stopped, but it had, and as he wrapped his arms around the other shoulders and leaned his head on top of Bruce, he knew this was where he was going to stay.

Haters be dammed.

(WHOO! Another chapter done, a big one this time! Anyway, I think this one might be one of the last, but don’t worry! I mean the last for this story. Not this au. After I’m done with this, instead of dragging this part of the story on ill host a poll and get you guys to vote on what aspect to work on next, yes it will still be SuperBat centric, but it will be a chance for you all to get a say, and for us to continue this story! If anyone who can and wants to draw enjoys this, and actually dose something for it, please send it in asks! Id love to see any creative works honestly. Even head cannons you have ideas on as well; I’ll try work it into the story if I like it! Anyway, thanks for reading, if you want to be added to tag list just ask and have an amazing day!)

(Oh! And if you have ideas for this au but the next story after this, please send it in comments! Id love to see what you guys want after this one. And if you have other Au ideas, send that in asks! Like I’m also writing a SuperBat fic with Bruce in limbo. If anyone wants that ill, make a pinned post and post both stories. Anyway, sorry for rambling, enjoy!)

(Ok, last thing but I write 1800 words, and I’m really proud of that, because I really enjoy writing and it means so much, I have so many people who want to read, please ask if you want to be tagged, its no bother to me and it makes my day that people enjoy my story. I promise this is the last time, enjoy your day and embrace your creativity!)

Mer JL au:

Hal: Gobiodon histrio.

(it’s a fish that can be multiple colours. If you want to find the one, I see google it with the term green behind it, and it has orange stipes. I’m honestly not fussed, whoever wants to decide Hal’s stripe colour just put it in the comments, first one wins. Unless it’s a joke one. I don’t want to wreck the vision for others just because he first comment is a joke. Either way, I like this foosh.)

Jason: Maroon Clownfish

(I think this one’s really pretty and would accurately show how Jason was before he died. This is before he died in my au, so yes. And the reason I’m adding a pic for Jason is because there is a normal type, but this one looks so cool, and Jason deserves the best. Idk if he’s going to be in this chapter, but when I reference this fish, it’s not the one you google, it’s this one. I read an article on it; it is the same species but mutated to look amazingly cool. if you cant tell, i like fish.)

Hullo, it’s me again! Here with a part four. Please read, enjoy, let me know if you need me to do anything, have fun, enjoy!

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.

Chapter Two: Clark almost gets caught. Bruce tries to communicate with him.

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

Enjoy the story!

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Clark was happy for days after that interaction. The league was confused about why he was so happy, but every time they brought it up, he just brushed it off, saying he was just in a good mood. He hadn’t seen Bruce since then, but he didn’t feel the need to worry about it anymore. He had gained at least a little trust. I mean, Bruce had let Clark talk to his pup. Progress!

Meanwhile Arthur was getting increasingly frustrated with this recent disaster. The trench. There had been spotting of trench monsters outside the trench much more frequent than normal, and it was getting disruptive. He was starting to think something was scaring them off. He turned to Clark to get his opinion but saw the other smiling at his JL pad again.

“Clark.” He tried, attempting to coax the other into helping him, it was almost as if Clark didn’t hear him as he just continued to look at his pad. “uh- excuse me Kent. Am I interrupting something?” he tried again, making a face.

Clark looked up, surprised for a second before clearing his throat. “apologies Arthur, uh, no, you’re not interrupting. Please, continue.”

Clark reluctantly put his pad down as he looked up to listen to the other drone on. Every time Clark glanced at his pad, he swore he was being watched, but when Hal and Barry were giggling to each other about something stupid at the other end of the hall, no one batted an eye.

His eyes met Dianas, and she smiled at him sympathetically, also a bit bored of the meeting. Nothing much had happened in a bit, and when Clark was allowed to leave, he practically jumped for joy. Well, I swam up for joy. (lmao puns). He had heard of a spotting of a black finned creature who was with a small Mer pup, and apparently another, smaller one. So, Clark knew Bruce was around and decided to go see him. That was his friend, the black scaled creature, not some dangerous one. Just Bruce.

When Clark got to the reef he swam around, dipping in and out of coral places. It took a while, but he saw Bruce sitting under a rather large piece, with dick swimming g around but close to him, staring at some vibrant fish. While a smaller, red-tailed Mer, clung to Bruce’s arm. Dick was 12, but this pup looked about 10. He had one arm wrapped around Bruce, and the other playing in the sand with a shell. Bruce watched his kids play, sighing as he tilted his head back.

When he met Clarks, for the first time he didn’t seem outright hostile. He just nodded tiredly and gestured Clark over. Clark happily swam to the other, before slowing down when he was in the closer vicinity. He was surprised when Bruce didn’t glare at him to go further away but just looked at him tiredly. When dick saw Clark, he grinned and swam over happily, plopping himself in front of the older mer. “hey Clark!” dick said, smiling. “My dads tired, you think you can help him. He says he doesn’t need any, but he’s lying. There are too many kids for him to handle- “

Dick, like nay child his age, just talked and didn’t really think about the consequence of his words. Clark chuckled, gaze shifting to a red-faced flustered Bruce, who gave his oldest son a look before flashing a reprimand about telling personal things. Dick stuck his tongue out at his dad. “but you need help! You even brought Jason here so Clark could take care of him while you rested.” He pouted. Bruce put his face in his hands.

“Jason huh?” Clark asked, looking at the pup. Who promptly shifted himself, so he was hidden behind his dad, poking his head out at Clark, who smiled at him. “wait- there are more of you?”

“Mhm.” Dick affirmed, “there’s me, Jason, Tim, Damian, Steph, Cass and duke. But at home. Dad finally got them to go to sleep. So, he’s here with me and jay.”

“Oh god that’s a lot of kids,” Clark muttered. He lowered his voice so Bruce, who was making sure Jason was ok, wouldn’t hear. “dose your dad has a partner?”

Dick grinned like he’d been waiting for that, shaking his head. “nope! Were all adopted. And I think he likes you.” Dick whisperer the last part.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at Bruce before returning with his next question.

“How old are you all?”

“I’m 12, Jason’s 10, Steph Tim and Cass are 9, duke is seven and Damian is 2.” Disk stated, counting them off on his fingers best he could. Sensing Clarks next question, he added. “he found us all in need of a family and took us in. and he left the others at home because its dangerous out here and he needed a break. There fine though, there being looked after by a shark called Titus. And don’t worry about that, he’s friendly.”

Clark was going to ask but decided against it. instead deciding to continue to talk with dick and hang out with Bruce. Dick wasn’t joking about Bruce being tired, as he fell asleep mid conversation. Jason was concerned for his dad before dick stepped in and introduced him and Clark. Jason was wary, but eventually warmed up a little, holding Clark’s hand instead while he played in the sand. Bruce’s unconscious body lay on Clark’s shoulder as dick played trapping fish and Jason dug in the sand.

Clark stayed till late into the night, when Bruce woke up, got extremely flustered and then had to rush home to take care of his kids. He did flash at Clark though. Dick said he was thanking him. And Clark smiled to himself as they left. Jason even gave him the shell he was playing with. Clark loved this.

Part two of Jonathan and the Wayne’s!

Dick rushed into the room, slamming open the door and startling a Jon who was about to try fix his fan. Hon knew there was no superpowers in the house so he had gotten a ladder and was holding rope attached to said ladder to steady himself. 

When dick burst in he promptly fell off the ladder hitting his head on the bed. Probably damaging the bed more than he did himself.

“Ah- you idiot, what is it dickhead?”

Dick, who still looked panicked, flung out his hand and held Jon’s shoulder.

“No jonathan! Don’t do it!”

Jon paused, mind blanking.

“Ok.” He said, tilting his head.

“Do what?”

“I got your text message!” Dick gasped out, trying to catch his breath.

“ ‘thanks for everything?!?!’ “

“Yes.” Jon said, not getting the point.

“I just felt like thanking you. For, well, everything.” He shrugged.

“Wait so you’re good?” Dick paused.

“Yes, why?”

“Well I might have misinterpreted your actions-“ dick started before Tim burst in.

“Take him down, semper fi!”

“Agh-“

Dick clasped his hands in his lap and looked to the sideways nervously.

“And told the family group chat .”

“Live Jonathan!” Tim yelled, doing some real shitty cpr onto the hybrids chest.

“Live! Jonathan, you are loved!”

“Why does ‘love’ feel like fucking kryptonite?” Jon said, voice warbling as he was thrust back and forth.

Dick grabbed his shoulders pulling Tim back.

“No, timcicle, it’s fine, he’s good.” Dick sighed, as Tim got off a heaving Jon who rolled to his side and onto his arms. Pushing himself up.

Tim, looked over at dick, offended. Then back to Jonathan.

“You mean I touched him for nothing? Give me five dollars.”

Jon paused, an annoyed expression flitting his face before he handed it over.

“Here.”

Tim grabbed it, despite being stinking rich clutching it like it was a comfort.

“Capitalism had softened the blow.”

Stephanie burst in next, holding some of Alfred’s cookies, looking genuinely worried. Shoving the other two men past she thrust the jar in Jonathan’s face.

“Here, comfort foods! Your ok!”

“Wha- so many baked goods?” Jon said, tilting his head.

Cassandra who was standing at the door yelled.

“It’s not working! Somebody ruin his dad’s day! The petty revenge will make him feel better!”

“No guys, it’s ok!” Dick yelled, looking around.

“No it’s not, dick!” Stephanie gasped, looking at Jon.

“lol at him! He looks terrible!”

“But this is not of my better days?” Jon whispers to himself.

Damian walked into the room, already talking before surveying the carnage.

“Jonathan, I have revived a disturbing text message so I am willing to let you-“ he said before stoping and seeing his siblings.

“We’ll come back to this later.” Damian said abruptly thinking of something else he could do instead of his planned thought.

Jonathan looked at Damian, trying o adjust his yellow beanie.

“I’m confused on what’s happening- ow! Why’d you slap me?” He asked, looking up at Damian.

Damian was gonna offer him a hug, but his siblings were here. So no affection must be showed.

“Because you tried to hurt me cr- friend.”

“What? But I’m your friend- I’m your friend?”

Jon said the last part looking at Damian with hopeful eyes. 

“It was a false alarm Damian.”

“Oh.” Damian turned back to Jon.

“Go fuck your self then, never mind.”

He said, about to walk out.

“Ignore that.” Dick said, shooting Damian a look. “We’re happy you’re ok Jonathan.”

“Thanks but,” Jon started, looking up.

“Am I really so fragile that you think even the slightest provocation will send me hurtling into taking my own life?”

“Considering the circumstances of how you came to live with us, yes.”

Jon paused, then frowned.

“Oh.” He said softly, then Damian yanked his beanie down.

“Hey!”

“That’s for making my friend sad!”

“This cycle is vicious!”

part one: Jon the weed dealer.

Part three: stinging Jason todd

stephanie brown is the kimmy gibbler of gotham in the sense that she just waltzes into wayne manor whenever she feels like it