When it’s finished, when Clark’s been sufficiently unmade for the night – Bruce carries him to the adjoining room. The red solar lights are still on, but they’re dimmed here and they’ll get dimmer as the night goes on.
The whole point was for this to take time.
For Clark to heal slowly.
In the red light, Bruce tends carefully to the wounds – wipes away the blood carefully, methodically stitches the gashes closed and wraps broken ribs.
Then he stands and checks the timers on the lights, makes sure the increments matched what Clark needed – then he goes back over to Clark, puts Clark’s head in his lap, and waits for him to wake up.
**
Clark wakes with a gasp and a flinch, and immediately he feels Bruce leaning over him, his hands gently touching Clark’s face.
“It’s okay,” he says. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
They’re the same words he says every time – and every time, they’re just as soothing, just as reassuring.
[MINI-FILL 2/2] Bruce/Clark, pain kink, alternating POVs, +aftercare
***
When it’s finished, when Clark’s been sufficiently unmade for the night – Bruce carries him to the adjoining room. The red solar lights are still on, but they’re dimmed here and they’ll get dimmer as the night goes on.
The whole point was for this to take time.
For Clark to heal slowly.
In the red light, Bruce tends carefully to the wounds – wipes away the blood carefully, methodically stitches the gashes closed and wraps broken ribs.
Then he stands and checks the timers on the lights, makes sure the increments matched what Clark needed – then he goes back over to Clark, puts Clark’s head in his lap, and waits for him to wake up.
**
Clark wakes with a gasp and a flinch, and immediately he feels Bruce leaning over him, his hands gently touching Clark’s face.
“It’s okay,” he says. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
They’re the same words he says every time – and every time, they’re just as soothing, just as reassuring.
***
End.