Tag: superman

Why Superman should be older than Batman

phantomchick:

Personally I think Clark should be a little older than Bruce, because Superman’s first appearance in comics was a year before Batman’s first appearance.
THAT IS MY OPINIONNNNNN!

Older batman is passé we’ve seen it, it’s been done!
– a more experienced and world hardened bat confronted with the hopeful goodness of Youthful™ Superman?
non
no more

Instead!

A still hopeful but struggling Superman, wounded by the way humanity treats him, as an alien outsider or as a god, (having always to submit to not exerting as much force in situations or getting involved where he thinks it’s necessary in case they all accuse him of being power mad because of the wide gap in power between him and them) and each other; the blind cruelty of man..
GETS CONFRONTED WITH THIS CRAZY ONLY-A-HUMAN BUT OH SHIT HE JUST BEAT THE HELL OUT OF ME THROUGH TACTICS AND HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE BAT OUT OF HELL!

AND THEN THE HUMAN TURNS OUT TO BE A MUCH YOUNGER VIGILANTE WHO KEEPS CALLING HIM AN IDIOT AND MAKES HIM SET UP A JUSTICE LEAGUE WITH THE OTHER SUPERHEROES HE’S WORKED WITH BEFORE AND OH GOD DID HE JUST ATTACK DOOMSDAY BY HIMSELF? AND HE KEEPS ADVISING HIM ON ‘PRESS’ STUFF WHICH CLARK WISHES HE COULD COMPLAIN ABOUT BEING IRONIC BECAUSE HE IS LITERALLY A MEMBER OF THE PRESS AND HANG ON ISN’T YOUR OWN MEDIA ACCUSING YOU OF BEING A LITERAL MONSTER???
And Bruce just shrugs like ‘that’s intentional’ or something (more dagger like to Clark’s poor battered ego) along the lines of ’I’M not the one scared of what other people think of me so long as I’m doing what I need to do for the greater good’ or ‘If I know what I’m doing’s right why should I let the opinions of people who don’t know me effect my work’ and Clark’s just like ‘well damn’.

And then there’s Bruce fucking Wayne who just bought The Planet and is a total cad who when Clark tries to interview him, accused him of being a has been, and maybe he should dye some of those grey hairs – Clark doesn’t HAVE grey hairs he ages extremely slowly but he can’t quip that at WAYNE

And, and just – Superman. Having his world turned upside down by a young Bruce/Batman who forces the set up of multiple superhero organisations and also rejects all efforts by the government to force the superheroes to out their own secret identities if they want to keep fighting with a counterbalanced very airtight proposal of his own – effectively shutting down any chance of a marvel style civil war, while doing his own Demon thing in Gotham.

Superman, a tired well meaning Superman, faced with an uncompromising HUMAN vigilante that is more than his match and just shakes all his world views to their core,
And then suddenly Clark’s getting involved in incidents he never would’ve crossed the line into before (both in team ups and solo) because of governments on all sides that don’t want him there because suddenly he can? He suddenly feels free to do so even though almost nothing’s changed really just his perspective, but now he feels like he can actually allow himself and he won’t cross over into being a monster for it no matter what anyone says and it is intensely freeing. 
Also if he doesn’t Batman’s gonna judge him which would be infuriating because he is literally a goth child who has no idea how hard it is to navigate international politics as a literal alien / most publicly illegal immigrant there is but acts like he gets it better than Clark does and he’s infuriatingly brilliant and intelligent and Clark hates how much he’s starting to relyyyy on him but also kind of loves it because at last at last the weight of the world doesn’t feel like it’s on his shoulders alone anymore, the burden is shared and lifted with their JLA team members who are swiftly becoming Kal’s most trusted allies, best friends and support network all in one and it makes him want to cry out of joy at all the goodness.

I’m tiiiiired of an embittered aging Batman unable to accept the hope Clark symbolises.

GIVE ME YOUNG TWENTY SOMETHING BATMAN PULLING ON SUPERMAN’S CAPE TO FORCE HIM TO LOOK AT THE WORLD FROM A MORE GROUNDED PERSPECTIVE!  

jumpingjacktrash:

roachpatrol:

comedowntheroad:

raptorific:

I still think it’s hilarious that the reason nobody ever figures out Superman’s secret identity or where he lives or what he does when he’s not saving the planet, is because he already told them all the Kryptonian stuff that can’t be tied to any of his human friends or family. I guarantee you the in-universe wikipedia article on Superman lists his name as Kal-El and the “personal life” section says that he lives full-time at his private fortress of solitude at the north pole. Nobody in the world looks at Clark Kent and thinks “oh my god, maybe he’s superman!” for the same reason nobody ever starts to suspect that their coworker who looks KINDA like Barack Obama is actually secretly Barack Obama – They know who Barack Obama is and know what he does and they know their coworker Greg is Greg and not Barack Obama. They have no reason to assume Barack Obama secretly moonlights as Greg The IT Guy at their workplace even though they’ve never seen Greg and Obama in the same place. At best, “Greg is secretly Obama” would be a running joke at the office, and the same is true at the Daily Planet. “Kal-El of Krypton, who lives in a CRYSTAL PALACE at the NORTH POLE and whose dayjob is SUPERMAN, sometimes puts on a suit and pretends to be a clumsy reporter and lives in a one-bedroom walkup in Metropolis” is a ridiculous concept to anyone who doesn’t already know it’s true

@unpretty

“Hey, that— that guy, in the corner, is that— is that Superman?” 

Clark looks up from his computer at the new intern. “Oh, no,” he says. “You caught me.”

“Clark, you pull this shit every time, man,” his desk neighbor Steve says. “Shut the fuck up.”

“No, the kid’s right, I’m Superman,” Clark says. He gets out of his seat and cracks his back out. “I guess we’re gonna have a superhero fight.”

“Clark, sit back down.”

“Nope. Superhero fight.”

“Clark if you don’t sit the hell back down and finish your article by lunch I am going to tell Perry on you.”

Clark points at the intern. “You get off easy this time, buddy,” he says, and sits back down. 

“So…” the intern says, very lost. “Uh…”

“That’s Clark,” a slightly older and more experienced intern says. “He’s Superman’s asshole twin.”

and any time someone gets a little too speculative about batman’s secret identity, bruce wayne spills champagne down a supermodel’s décolettage and the world collectively goes “naaaah”

actuallyalivingsaint:

petitstar:

aniseandspearmint:

janothar:

misscrazyfangirl321:

wakeupontheprongssideofthebed:

writing-prompt-s:

You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.

You decide it’s best to find out what you can about this person. Cautiously, you approach his desk. He’s a handsome man, tall, but with a disarming smile. How could such a friendly guy with such cute, dorky glasses be dangerous?

You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”

He shakes your hand warmly. His gaze is piercing, as if he’s looking right through you. “The name’s Clark,” he says. “So, how long have you worked for the Daily Planet?”

This one wins.

It’s been a few weeks, and one of Clark’s friends shows up.  She’s pretty and all, enough muscle that she must work out.  First thought would be that she should be maybe a 6.

Clark’s introducing her around.  “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”

You blink, and take a step back in fear.  You’ve never seen an 11 before.

The day Bruce Wayne shows up for his long promised interview with Lois Lane, you can’t help it, the mug your holding drops from your fingers and sends a shock of hot coffee and ceramic shards across the floor.

Clark stops a few feet away and squints at you worriedly from behind those ridiculous glasses you’re 99% sure he doesn’t actually need, and asks tentatively, “Everything all right?”

You ignore him in favor of staring at the inky dark numerals hovering over the beaming fool gesticulating some fantastic yacht story for a gaggle of secretaries and minor columnists.

That’s it. Your gift has officially gone haywire. There is no other explanation. Because there is absolutely no way that Brucie Wayne is a 10.

At this point, you’ve seen it all. Miled manner reporters and billionaires at a 10 and a model-like woman at 11. You were really starting to doubt your power. The day you really stopped believeing in it was when Bruce Wayne came for another visit, and this time with a kid. The kid couldn’t be more than 10 years old, a bit on the short side.

He was an 8.

The day you started believing in it again was when you saw on tv the formation of something called the justice league.

There were those same numbers over superman, batman, wonder woman and robin. That’s when you put two and two together. You wonder how nobody at the daily planet noticed that Clarke was Superman with glasses. You wonder why you didn’t notice. You wonder why nobody put two and two together that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman looked exactly the same. You look in the mirror as the realization hit you and you see your own number change from a 3 to a 9.