2 Works by That_One_Computer_Geek (T1CG) in Superman - All Media Types
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Dinner by That_One_Computer_Geek (T1CG)
Fandoms: DCU, Superboy (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010)
14 Jul 2025
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But as Kon stepped into the room with Bernard and Tim, something hit him.
A scent.
He froze mid-step.
It was subtle, but to him—to a Kryptonian—it was impossible to ignore. Warm, clean, familiar, but laced with something new.
He turned his head sharply and locked eyes with Clark, whose expression had already shifted from polite interest to horror in real time.
Clark had definitely caught it too.
Kon pointed at him immediately. “Why do I know that? I don’t want to know that. You’re fucking.”
Clark sputtered, red already climbing his neck. “I don’t want to know who you’re fucking either! And—wait, are you—are you bonding with people already?! You’re twenty-two, Kon!”
The room fell completely still.
Tim paused mid-step, brow furrowing. Bernard blinked. The entire Bat-family—Bruce included—turned toward the two Kryptonians now locked in what appeared to be a very personal, very confusing face-off.
“What the hell is happening?” Jason asked.
Or the dinner promised from the previous fic
Series
- Part 2 of Kryptonian Biology 101
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Where the Birds Used to Sing by That_One_Computer_Geek (T1CG)
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Nightwing (Comics), Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice 1998 (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics)
23 Jun 2025
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“You’re the Batman,” Clark said, trying to keep his voice warm, even. “I’ve heard about you.”
Still no response. The wings shifted slightly, the sound low and dry, like wind moving through bone.
Even folded, they loomed. Easily twelve, maybe fourteen feet in total wingspan. The joints flexed with subtle micromovements, like the Bat was resisting the urge to spring forward or flee. And the texture… rough, almost scaly, with no sign of feathers. All tendon and membrane. Like something prehistoric.
Clark felt a shiver crawl down his spine.
It wasn’t fear. Not exactly.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he said, taking a cautious step forward, hands open at his sides. “Not you you, I mean. Others like me. Metas. People doing the right thing on their own terms.”
No answer.
“I thought you’d be taller,” he added, offering a small grin.
Nothing. Not even a twitch.
“Or… less grim.”
Or, Bruce's time over the years, gaining children, loosing them, joining the JL, all while the JL is under the impression that the man in the batsuit is some sort of cryptid.
Series
- Part 1 of With Wings Like These