I will write NSFW and gay smut one shots / stories about fictional or real men I will make them Y/N or if you send me a recommendation of two people I may write that
Also I have never written smut before so I plan on growing as I write more, please...
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Bruce sat at the batcomputer watching the news, it was late at night, nearly three in the morning. Multitasking he watched the news, read news articles and read reports pertaining to Wayne Industries. It's been a quiet day in Gotham...so far. Although he stayed alert, his mask hung from his shoulders. He sat quietly listening, scanning the colossal screen and sipping tea.Bruce began to rise from his chair and retire for the night, when all of a sudden BREAKING NEWS flashed across the screen. His attention focusing on the bold letters. An aerial view from a helicopter through its navigation light showed a city street with multiple police cars blocking a road their red and blue lights flashing. The screen split between the footage and an older gentleman with a silver mustache in a gray suit and black tie sitting at a news desk. Sweat glistened from the man's forehead "Breaking News coming out of Metropolis tonight The Man of Steel has been shot," the man spoke, his voice shaking. Bruce's eyes widened and his vision focused onto another red and blue figure among the flashing lights...Clark. He stumbled and held onto his left arm in visible pain before falling to the ground.
"Alfred prep the surgery table! Someone shot Kal!" Bruce yelled as he rushed from the computer into the batjet, his cape flying and his heart beating rapidly. He switched on the controls, the roar of the engine filling the batcave and launched out of the lair heading for Metropolis . He turned on the radio of the jet for more information. "Police were close to the scene where superman was shot, and were able to reach him, according to police nearby they heard two gunshots and rushed into the scene. Superman's condition is unclear at this time, and the identity of the shooter is still unknown, according to police once they reached the scene the shooter fled, police say they are looking for a man at this time." Bruce's blood boiled while listening to the radio. Hearing someone had shot his friend and the man responsible was out running. But underneath the searing anger was fear for the life of Clark, a man he grew to respect, and even care for. It took time for Kal to grow on him, but when he finally did Bruce was struck.
Batman was arriving in Metropolis to the scene of the crime, he could hardly make out Superman's costume from so high in the sky. He quickly landed the jet on an empty roof, and jumped out of the jet, his blood pumping. He ran from the roof and jumped his eyes staying on Clark. He opened his cape and shot a grappling hook onto another building. He slowed his momentum until landing on the ground, his feet absorbing the shock. He looked at Clark leaning against a police car holding onto his left arm, his face pale and sweating, crouched in pain and Clark looked towards Bruce. Clarks usual strong and confident frame reduced to a hunched over man in a bright costume on the street. Their eyes locking for a single moment, time seemed to freeze as the two saw each other. Relief flooded through both of them. Bruce for seeing Kal alive and Clark for seeing Bruce. Bruce ran to Clark and kneeled down to get onto his level, moving his hands behind Clarks head and waist to assist him.
"I was wondering what time you were gonna show up," Clark chuckled weakly before coughing profusely. Bruce cringing at seeing his partner in pain, it unsettled him, never having seen it before.
