Clark Kent - Blog Posts
Goddamn but an anti-Superman deathtrap is always something else, ya know?
It's like the writers take all their frustration about having to write conflict around Clark's ridiculous power set, and say "you know how I would catch this guy out..."
Some days it is not worth being Jimmy Olsen I don't care HOW much monster girl pussy he gets. Action Comics 712
Y'know, I rag on Jimmy Olsen as much as the next fan, but while he does get turned into a gorilla more than really seems reasonable, he's still a good character.
A big heart AND he works well under pressure! Action Comics 712
Shows what I know, I'd barely even heard of this Kent dude (Gothamites' reputations for being a little too focused on our own backyard isn't all that exaggerated, I guess), but I've for sure heard of Lois Lane. You're right, her and her husband have some really great articles.
I especially liked her 'Superheroes, hold the Superpowers: ordinary people hitting in the big leagues' write up. I've always figured our own heroes were a pack of metas, but she makes a compelling case that the Bats might be using gadgets and gizmos. If you're uncomfortable speculating on IDs I'd love to hear your thoughts on how they're pulling off league-level fighting sans powers (Nightwing at least has to have some sort of gravity shift, right?). Either way thanks for the answer :D
Love the blog, just wondering what your take is on the 'Superman has a secret identity' theory that makes headlines every so often when the tabloids run out of other stories? Usually with their fave celeb as the culprit. I usually find that part in bad taste. Everyone has a right to privacy, what if a supervillain actually believes that hogwash, etc. Although as for the latest one it was great that Mr. Wane ran with it and wore blue for a week to raise money for disaster relief. If nothing else his now-viral remarks to Luthor about how 'if he was superman, your buildings would have been redesigned via accidental super fight collateral damage a decade ago, my god man hire a better architect' made for satisfying watching for LexCorp's many critics.
Luthor's the most outspoken disbeliever of that theory, maintaining that the most powerful 'man' in the world, with his own known private hideout in the Arctic, would have no reason to run around pretending to be a normal human. Bruce Wayne might be kind of a dim bulb, but he had a point when he told whatever poor sod from the Daily Planet was covering the Metropolis Spring Gala that Superman seems too personable (at least from interviews and eyewitness accounts) to be anything other than 'just some guy.'
So on the spectrum between the two billionaires what's your take? Does the Man of Steel walk amongst us? If he does, who would he even be when he's not wearing the cape?
Without even having to THINK about it very hard I would come down on Wayne's side in this particular debate just because I don't trust Lex Luthor as far as I could throw him and I have a MUCH higher opinion of Bruce Wayne as, I can imagine, does anyone with some combination of a heart, soul or a brain. As far as the hypothesis goes, it's pretty much confirmed by the Man of Steel himself. He's given multiple interviews where he has shared the outline of his origins and while most people focus on the fact that he's the last son of the lost planet Krypton what he does also say in those interviews is that he was discovered by a human couple and raised as their own in the manner of a normal human child. Now of course he has never shared ANY particular details about his 'foster parents' because any stray detail could be traced back to them but that pretty much seals the deal doesn't it? If he was raised by humans, one would imagine that he went to school, had dreams, wanted a job and a house and a social life and all those things that human beings get used to having and wanting. Anytime we don't see him directly in action we have to imagine it's because he's out there...doing whatever it is he does during the day! That being said I don't think I can, nor will I, speculate as to who or what he might be in that life behind the scenes. It's none of my business, it is none of the WORLD'S business and nothing good could ever come from finding out. What I will say is that I do not believe for a SECOND the most tired and well trodden theory on the subject.
(Bruce Wayne meeting with Daily Planet reporter Clark Kent) Daily Planet reporter Clark Kent is NOT Superman, people come on! It just doesn't add up to the facts. Clark Kent had a totally average childhood, more or less. He was born in the small hamlet of Smallville, Kansas to Jonathan and Martha Kent which is disproving enough in and of itself. Superman has stated he was obviously a foster child. Clark Kent is, by all records, his parents' biological child. There are records of his attendance of school, vaccination records, his journalism diploma, the whole nine yards. There are two main reasons this story remains so popular. In Superman's orbit he is the one who most resembles Superman...in that he is a dark haired white guy with blue eyes and a strong chin. Analysis on his posture and his gait have shown that he doesn't move or articulate like Superman as you would know if you have ever watched the man on television, read or listened to his writing or just been aware of him as a public figure in Metropolis for YEARS. I still get the Planet here in New York just because him and his wife are some of the best journalists I've ever read. And in that is the other reason, his wife, the world renowned Lois Lane who in the early years of Superman's career had a public infatuation and casual romance with the Man of Steel. Many people got very attached to this public love affair and have never quite forgiven Lane for her public "break up" with Superman in the aftermath of her engagement to Clark Kent. This is just real people shipping for all its nonsense, Kent doesn't have to be Superman for Lane to have married him. Lane and Kent have been partners in crime for basically Kent's entire career and maybe Lane just decided she loved Kent more strongly, or that Superman was unattainable, or any one of ten billion other reasons that don't have shit to do with me or anyone else. Kent and Lane's marriage has also put the inevitable final coffin in the theory with the birth of their son Jonathan who by all accounts is exactly as human as his father. Ignoring all the times and in all the ways that Superman and Kent have been filmed or photographed in the same place because Superman and Kent have been close friends for a very long time because Superman is publically very close with a large group of the Daily Planet's staff ever since his first appearance in Metropolis. Bottom line, yes, I believe that Superman spends his 'nights' as a normal human somewhere on this big blue marble. But his only distinguishing features are that he's a white man with dark hair and strong shoulders. He could hide that with a big enough coat.
Isn't that just Lex Luthor at his core?
He could ALWAYS just stop. He is who he is because he never will.
Lex could just stop. Right now. He's cleared his slate, faked his own death, the list of people who have any idea is in the single digits. Superman is willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. The people adore him, he has the power to do real, long term good for the world. He could just. STOP. Action Comics 672
Super Soldier Man of War #1 (1997) and Sgt. Fury and His Howling Commandos #13 (1964)
Co Plotters Mark Waid and Dave Gibbons pay homage to Co Plotters Stan Lee; During the Amalgam Comics event in which several Heroes and Villains from both DC and Marvel Comics are combined in new and interesting ways; Notably as seen here Captain America and Superman, the panels we see here are direct reference to Cap's first meet with the Howlers from their comics thirteenth issue.
Bruce, presenting a slideshow: any questions?
Damian: father, Jon has been a excellent influence on me, I request he be allowed in Gotham still
Bruce, thinking: uhh
Tim: Kon isn’t a great influence but I’d listen to him any day
Bruce: Do I need to go back to slide 26?
Tim:
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Jon, Kon and Clark sitting in their living room:
Jon: I think Batman just sent me a death threat
Kon: congrats, you’ve officially made the ‘Kent/Super family hate slideshow’
Jon: the..what?
Clark: that’s what happens when you break up with Batman
Jon: you dated Batman??
Clark: yes?
Jon:
Kon: Wait is that why I’m into Tim… is this a genetic thing??
Lois, listening in: No it’s unrelated to Batman, you like Tim because all Kent’s like dating people who stand their ground.
Kon: oh
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I decided in honor of the 105 anniversary of Jack Kirby's birth to do a another What If, in the same vain as my Cinderella piece last year. Now without ado I present Rick and Morty in a Jack Kirby style collage world.
I'd like show some examples of his work here a page from Superman's Pal, Jimmy Olsen #137, published by DC Comics in 1971 but his experiment with collages dates back to the mid sixties during his time with Stan Lee at Marvel Comics.
Here's another example from the classic 1966 Fantastic Four #51 'This Man... This Monster' which is the first apperence of Negative Zone. Kirby would use often use collages to highlight otherworldly other dimensions, this gave me an idea of what his Rick and Morty might have looked like and I took it from there.
Clark Kent is a mild mannered reporter. Kal-El is the hero Superman who saves the world every other week. These are 2 separate people, but everybody thinks they are the same person because Clark looks like Kal-El with glasses.
I need someone to write a superbat fic inspired by the song surprise party by Hoodie Allen. It is a great need, and i can't write Bruce or Clark for the life of me.
RIP to Bruce. Can't get a single night to himself smh
Guilt driven billionaire Frankensteins hot, super powerful alien back to life in hopes of saving the world (and getting some ass) /j
But seriously, Bruce Wayne’s self loathing is always so delicious. He’s so used to seeing the underbelly of Gotham, has become so entrenched in the darkness and moral decay of the criminal world, that he can’t believe someone could use their power to be good.
Then comes along Superman, an alien who isn’t as tainted. Who earnestly tries to be good. And it’s so fucking baffling for Bruce because he’s so used to ulterior motives and corruption. He can’t fit him into his world view.
And I just think that the advent of Clark Kent, who disproves everything Bruce has come to believe about power, is the moral reckoning that this version of Batman needs. He reshapes Bruce’s worldview. Is the light that illuminates the darkness that’s grown inside of him.
How can Bruce NOT grasp onto that. Clark, just by being himself, saved Bruce from his own inner darkness. And then he died. Because of Bruce’s refusal to just dig a LITTLE deeper or listen.
I can envision Bruce obsessing over this. Obsessing over being /wrong/ and failing Clark. Eventually just obsessing over Clark…
I don’t know, I’m rambling. But Clark basically saved Bruce from himself and Bruce is a lonely, single, obsessive and poorly adjusted man. How does Bruce NOT fall in love???
"Deep down, Clark's essentially a good person... and deep down, I'm not."
Now I don't ship superbat but if that's not a line to inspire a good fanfic I don't what is
The true question is, is it the Clark Kent/Superman effect or is it the platypus/Perry the Platypus effect?
“Y’know, sometimes I get jealous of you.”
Bruce hopes that the look on his face communicates what a ridiculous notion that is. From the way Clark snorts a little he’s sure he manages it.
“I know, I know, it’s silly. It’s just.” He licks his lips. “Your secret identity is just so not you. I feel like Superman and Clark Kent get further away from each other every day, but they’re both still me. Is that dumb?”
“No.”
“Okay. That’s good. It’s just that it’s getting harder, y’know? But it’s also getting easier. Well I guess you don’t know. You’ve probably never had an issue with separating Batman and Brucie Wayne.”
Bruce looks at Clark, “I have trouble separating my identities. Just not those two.”
He frowns before catching himself. “Oh right. Sorry, sometimes I forget you have three. I’m pretty sure you’re the only one.” He pauses, looking at Bruce as if asking permission to continue. Bruce doesn’t give it but Clark goes on anyway. “You have problems splitting up Batman and Bruce then? They’re both you?”
“Of course.” He says, answering the second question. That’s a fact he’s always been sure of. Then, in reference to the first, “I know what you mean about being able to feel the two people you are drift further and further apart.”
“Really?”
Bruce smiles and it’s full of self loathing. “Bruce is a father, Batman’s a partner, a mentor. There was a time when those things all meant the same to me.” He pauses, thinking. “It’s strange, I can barely see the overlaps any more.”
Lois: *mentions the president*
Clark:
A Superman we can all truly relate to.
JL Representative: *sigh* Which one this time?
Person: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent AND Lois Lane have been caught making out at ___!
JL Representative: Nevermind, I'm going to sleep
Hear me out… in a universe where Bruce, Clark, and Lois are polyamorous, but no one knows…Bruce and Lois get caught making out by a paparazzi and the tabloids have a field day.
The JL is like “Batman wtf that’s Superman’s wife!”
Bruce’s PR team is urging him to release a statement saying that it was just close friends in a moment of passion and had no meaning.
Perry is pressing Clark to come out and say something about the situation.
The next day the tabloids are full of pictures of Bruce and Clark making out and now everyone’s confused.
Everything blows over with Bruce’s “reputation” intact as the most seductive celebrity.
Perry just doesn’t want to deal with it anymore and doesn’t want to know why his two best reporters are lip-locking with a billionaire.
JL just collectively sighs.
Who’s your favorite main character?
thinking about omega Clark holding down battinson and rubbing his clit on Bruce till his eye make up starts running down with the tears...all that tough exterior breaking down with how much the Man of Steel has been teasing him for hours and he can't do anything about it except take it... yeah
Superman Tribute (Safe & Sound)
This is a song I found that I think fits Clark Kent a.k.a Superman from DC Comics perfectly. Give it a listen!
Happy Superman Day!
clark’s 6’3 soooo yk 🙂↕️
“Been waiting all night for you, you know that?” As you pulled your shirt over your head, Clark's hands were already working at the buttons of his own shirt. He settled between your legs, the heat of his bare skin pressing against yours. He positioned himself at your entrance, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control. With a single, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside you, stretching and filling you completely.
A guttural moan escaped his lips at the sensation of your tight cunt enveloping him. He paused for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the intensity of the connection. Then he began to move, setting a relentless pace as he drove into you again and again. Clark's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he claimed you with a ferocity that bordered on desperation. His lips found yours once more, kissing you deeply, hungrily, as if trying to devour you whole.
Clark leaned back, pulling you with him as he shifted positions. He brought your hips up, angling your body so that he could drive deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each powerful thrust. The new position allowed him to watch your face, to see the pleasure etched on your features as he claimed you. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as he pounded into you with increasing intensity.
“You're so pretty like this, so perfect.” He could feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. Clark's hips slowed slightly as he felt your body strain beneath him. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. “Do you need me to stop?”
You shook your head, your breath coming in short gasps. “No, don't stop,” you managed to say. “It's just...so much.” A slow, satisfied smile spread across Clark's face.
“Takin’ me so well,” he panted, his hips picking up the pace once more. “Look at how deep I am.” His eyes ogled down to the bulge his cock was creating in your belly. With a low groan, he pressed his hand against it, feeling the hard length of himself moving within you.
His thrusts became more deliberate, more focused, as he chased his release. His hand remained on your belly, feeling the way your body yielded to his, taking every inch of him. “Give it to me baby, I wanna feel you cum.”
Clark felt your body clench around him, your inner walls pulsing and contracting as you reached your orgasm. Your cry of his name echoed in the room, a sound of pure ecstasy that made his dick twitch inside of you. Your release triggered his own, and with a final, powerful thrust, Clark buried himself deep inside you. His body tensed, his muscles coiling tight as he spilled thick ropes of cum deep within your aching cunt.
Clark rolled off of you, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He couldn't help the slick smile that spread across his face as he lay beside you, his eyes stared up at the ceiling.
His mind reeled back to the bulge he created in your tummy and the way his hand had pressed against your skin, feeling himself inside you. The affirmation wrapped around him like a warm coat, feeding a part of him he rarely acknowledged. He wasn’t one to dwell on vanity, but in that moment, he couldn’t help himself.
For once, he let his ego revel, if only for a little while.
imagine fucking clark kent... mid air.
this probably—most definitely—wasn't your brightest idea.
but it's not everyday you get to fuck and fly with superman now, do you?
you had to convince him to do it. he loved you, and loved being intimate with you, but this was—and he was sure of it—one hell of a bad idea. so it took you weeks, actual weeks, of begging and convincing, talking about it, mapping out every reason why you thought this was genius.
"please, kent, please! it'll be so fun and refreshing!" you sat on his lap while he was laying down on the bed, looking up at you, shaking his head. "people will notice and see us, sweetie." you ran your hands up his chest, "if you go high up enough, they won't even see a thing!"
finally, after two weeks of not touching you (because you refused to let him do so unless it was to take you mid air), he agreed.
you were tightening your silk robe around your waist, waiting for him by the balcony. you obviously weren't wearing anything underneath it, considering the main goal was intimacy. he arrived, in his own black robe, and grabbed you firmly yet delicately by the waist.
"are you ready, pretty?" he asked, voice low and protective. your knees buckled a bit, but you nodded. "of course." and he tightened his grip around your waist before jumping up in the air, and holy shit-
you were flying.
then, you noticed his hand wonder. the hand that he hadn't used to grip you was snaking its way inside your robe, brushing against your boobs and hardened nipples, before migrating all the way down to your cunt.
"f-foreplay? mid-flight?" and he chuckled, his eyes darkening with lust. "when did we think we were gonna do it?" and before you even has half the mind to answer, you felt two of his thick fingers press against your entrance, sliding inside.
he pumped inside you and your legs felt like pudding—half from the whole flying thing, and the other half from the fact he was fingering you mercilessly just like he knows you like. his palm is slapping against your clit and your legs tremble at every impact.
"w-when are we stopping?" and he paused for a second, before giving you that grin that tells you you're knees deep in this mess. "when you cum."
the simple sentence made a moan bloom from your chest, walls clenching down on his fingers. "y'wanna cum for me, baby?" you nod, "yeah? yeah? wanna give me one before the real thing?" and his dirty talking is throwing you off the edge, white droplets of cream dribbling down to his hand as she moaned his name as loud as she could. who cares? they're in the sky.
finally, the movement comes to an alt. they stop flying, stop moving.
you're still delirious, but smiling victoriously when he undoes his robes, hard cock revealing itself for you.
you salivate and bite your lip, feeling his dick rub against your sticky folds, jumping a bit when his mushroom top bumps into your clit. "this is so..." he trails off and you finish, "filthy?" and he hums while nodding, eyes closing while he loses himself at the sensation of your wet pussy.
finally, finally, he starts pushing himself in. it's scary and surreal, the thought of fucking in mid air turning you on more than it should. you love how you can see the birds flying next to you guys and feel his big veins hitting all the right spots inside you. he's so focused, focused on not letting you fall, focused on not being too rough, focused on making you feel good.
and fuck, the adrenaline rush heightened your senses and you could feel every fucking thing.
the way his vein bulged everytime you moaned in his ear, how tightly he was holding onto you, the cold breeze caressing you exposed skin, the sound of his heavy balls slapping against you..
you were close. dangerously close.
your own hand snaked down between your legs and you rubbed your clit softly, making yourself twitch in pleasure. "f-fuck, clark!" your voice got louder and louder with every string of sweet sounds getting pulled out of between your plush lips and he couldn't get enough.
your orgasm hit you like a train.
the adrenaline and stress of falling made everything feel ten times more intense, your walls clenching rapidly around him. cream started dribbling down your hole, forming a ring around his girthy base. "oh my fucking-" was really all you could coherently say in such a situation, every other word melting with eachother.
"baby- baby, shit- yes-" you had the man of steel stuttering and drooling, the sensation of your mushy walls clamping down on him too much for the poor man. he quickly let himself go, his cum coating your insides in a thick, white and milky layer.
he gasped, breath hitching when he felt the warmth of his cum fill you up. he pulled out slowly, your name slipping out of his mouth, while still catching his breath.
the flight back home was full of panting and quick dirty jokes you threw at him to fluster him.
bonus : bruce wayne noticed superman flying up in the sky.. up.. and up... and then stopping? wait.. he's with someone.. what are those movements–oh. they're fucking. this is officially none of his business anymore.
Best Day Ever!
One-Shots: Hello, could you do a one-shot where Batman takes you to the Justice League headquarters, and you meet Superman for the very first time, and you’re really excited, please? Thank you! Announcements: I didn’t know how to end it so I’m sorry but I hope you all enjoy! Warnings: None
If someone were to read your mind at this very moment, they would probably scream in pain from the sudden bombardment of noise and excitement. You just couldn’t stop smiling, which you thought might be annoying to your mentor, the one and only, Batman. He was basically as expressive as a cement wall when on the job and you were about to giggle from happiness.
You see, you were a very recent addition to the Bat-Family and it had only been a few weeks since he had told you about the Justice League’s headquarters in the first place, the Watchtower. Quite possibly the coolest thing about it, beside all of the superheros of course, was that it was in Space! The teleportation up here made you a little woozy at first but you quickly sobered up.
Right now, it was only you and Batman, seeing as how the others were all busy doing things like super late homework or patrolling the unusually quiet streets of Gotham. You got to skip out on that and come here though, mwahahaha. At the moment, the two of you were making your way to some meeting the original League were having.
“So,” you asked, “How long do these things usually last?”
Batman looked down at you, “Why, do you want to leave already?”
Your eyebrows shot up, “Uh, no, I was just wondering.”
He smiled, “Usually about an hour. They’re pretty quick.”
Finally you made it to a normal looking conference room and took your place behind Batman. Soon, the others made their ways into the room, giving you a chance to meet all of them. The Flash was loud but nice, and so was Green Lantern, all of the others seemed pretty cool as well. You had just gotten done talking to Wonder Woman when a tank of a person walked in.
Superman.
It was at this moment that your brain almost went into overload, although, of course, almost none of it was showing on your face. He seemed to look around, maybe counting to make sure everyone was here when his eyes landed on Batman, and then quickly on to you. Being the smooth mofo that you are, you flashed a cheesy grin and mentally slapped yourself.
He started making his way over to the two of while smiling the signature smile, “Batman,” he nodded, “And I don’t think I know you.”
You forgot to speak for a second, and then continued, “Oh, uh, my names S/H/N. Its an honor to meet you, Superman.”
He chuckled, “Its a pleasure to meet you as well. And please, call me Clark.”
And with that, he strode off towards his chair, you presumed.
You let out a little smile, “Oh my gosh. That was Superman. That was so cool!”
Batman looked like he wanted to roll his eyes, obviously tired with all of his sidekicks acting this way around the glorified boy scout, “Yes, now quiet.”
The next hour and fifteen minutes went by pretty quickly, mostly just boring stuff and field reports, nothing concerning.
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That night while on patrol, your head was still buzzing slightly. You had just met The Superman. And he had told you to call him Clark! Wow.
You heard a faint scream in the distance and shot off your grappling hook to go and help the random citizen.
Saying to no one in particular, “Best. Day. Ever!”
I genuinely don’t remember if I’ve posted this or not, but here’s a piece of kryptonite.
Justice League Lollipop
They would all have their logos (or closest equivalent)
Wonder Woman’s is something sweet but sort of rare when it comes to lollipops. I’m thinking maybe simple honey or maybe an ice cream flavored lollipop by her request. Strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla swirl!
Superman’s is a classic flavor and I feel like his would be red of some kind. Cherry! Maybe it’s just cherry or maybe they spice it up with cola cherry. I feel like the iconic superman needs an iconic flavor. (Also I feel like cherry would just be Clark’s favorite in general)
Batman’s is a little ridiculous. I want it to be something silly, like black currant. He only agreed to this cause the others wanted to and all the proceeds were going to charities. So he chose black currant or maybe just black berry. (I wanna lean black currant and blame Alfred for it) (black currant isn’t bad, I like it, it’s just feels over the top for a lollipop)
Green Lantern won a bet with Green Arrow and got green apple for his. It fits his theming. Poor Ollie got stuck with lime. He hates lime.
Black Canary doesn’t really have a logo so hers is just a lollipop in the shape of her head. She decided to go lemon because she loves lemon flavored candy (sour heads!!!) and she’d match with Ollie. Win win scenario.
Flash had to be something super sweet. He probably had a million ideas for this so he had to settle with one… he chose strawberry lemonade with a hint of spice. Yeah this is insanity on a stick but he loves them! He has the watchtower stocked up all the time.
This is getting really long I’ll continue in another post.
I have this really cool batman t shirt that is a hole scene with Batman front and center and the bat signal in the back and joker in the corner. I love this t shirt.
I want a Superman t shirt like this please! It’s all just the logo I want variety!
Like Wonder Woman has so many cool t shirts that are not just her logo! They look so cool!!!
You know that trope where individually characters are super competent and smart but when they get together the brain cell gets lost between them.
That’s the Trinity. They can do it sometimes but for the most part either one of them has the brain cell or none of them do.
DC Trinity but pokemon cause I’m in my yearly pokemon fixation mode. (I’ll make more for the rest of the League as well cause I already have Barry’s starter.)
I’m gonna stick with their first pokemon and a starter cause I feel like it.
Clark has to have a farm themed pokemon. Like a Wooloo or a ponyta. I’m leaning towards a Wooloo cause it’s a normal type and I feel like kid Clark would try so hard to be “normal”. I feel like he raised it from an egg and just loves the little guy. I feel like Clark would have a fire starter for the whole Superman sun theming. I was thinking maybe a Charmander cause iconic and all that but honestly I’m feeling Torchic for Clark. So Clark’s first pokemon was a Wooloo from the farm and he choose Torchic.
Bruce fell into a zubat cave. (Zubatman oh no) And he (in the animated universe) trained his bats… he’s gotta have a zubat. He was originally terrified of it but it was a persistent little guy so Bruce started to come around. The zubat also gave him some comfort after his parents’ death. Bruce also has to have chosen Froakie, cause ninja.
Diana has had her first Pokémon for ages. I personally feel like a psychic type or an ancient pokemon would fit her well. I’ve thought about this way too hard and I’ve settled on a Ralts, idk it feels like a strong pokemon that bond with its trainer and is empathetic which I feel fits with Diana. Genuinely thought way too hard on that one. To round out the Type advantages and also cause I want one of her pokemon to know Vine Whip, she’s getting a Chespin. Also cause Chespin evolves into a grass fighting type which I feel would also fit Diana.
Ok that’s the trinity. I’m gonna go rest before I use my brain for ridiculous and stupid reasons. Also I’m up for suggestions.