CH4: Bruce Wayne and his husband zombie!Clark
Its been two years since Bruce has became a housewife and part time commander to the Justice League. Ever since an accident a couple years back, he hasnt been able to leave the house often without his super powered zombie husband following behind him. Ever since Clark became a zombie, Bruce can't be away from his sight for five hours before he goes into a rage looking for him.
The public has wondered why Bruce Wayne has become a recluse. Only coming out for public photo ops or taking his kids to school. He didn't think the public needed to see a deceased Superman in Gotham. Metropolis already had a hard time mourning the lost of the man of steel and he didn't need the Justice League getting any bad press.
He missed going out on missions. Batman didn't go out often, but either Dick or Jason would run around once in his costume to keep up appearances.
Speaking of appearances, he needed to fix his. Looking in the mirror his was currently stitching his chest up. He had to cut it open earlier to feed Clark. As a result of the accident, Clark can only feeds on his organs which regenerate within a few hours. It's painful, but it keeps Clark happy or as happy as an obsessed zombie can be.
Clark doesn't sleep. He doesn't talk, but he understand directions and his daily task is to feed the dogs. He still has all of his powers though and he doesn't use them as long as nothing threatens their household or Bruce isn't too far from him for too long.
They were married before the incident, and Bruce can't seem to want to leave him. Clark is still there, but a more basic form and they still have sex. Bruce threw up the first few times they did it because Clark kinda takes it whenever the mood hits for him.
It's powerful, strong and by the sixth time it became delicious.
Zombie sex is good. Jason caught them once and bugged Bruce about it for weeks. He couldn't comprehend it, Tim and Damian, and Step leave the room when it's brought up. Cassie and Dick join Jason with question him. Clark's decaying form sometimes nawed on Bruce's fingers as he answers their questions.
"Has his dick ever feel off mid-thrust?" Ask Dick.
"No." Said Bruce. One day after dinner. Clark was next to Alfred at the sink drying the dishes.
"Does he comes?" Ask Jason.
"He does." He pauses. "A lot surprisedly."
"Can you tell him no?" Ask Cassie.
*Hmm. Don't be mad, but no. He kinda goes feral when it comes to sex. It doesn't bother me though." Trying to reassure her.
"That's hot." Said Jason between his bites of cookie.
Bruce shrugged. In a way it was.