*presses face against monitor like a kid in a candyshop*
NONNY, YOU HAVE STREAMLINED LIKE A BOSS. But can I be the first to say that I actually love your 18+ part fics. I read and enjoy everything this fandom has to offer--but I've noticed that in comparison to other large pairing fandoms, superbat suffers from the lack of longfic. And you, nonny, help relieve the fandom of that sad affliction.
With that said, let me snuggle up to part two. There is so much to love here.
He's closed his eyes again; his face has relaxed in it, peaceful, still glowing faintly gold like—like maybe Bruce was right to call it hagiography: like he really is a saint. He's right there, alive, whole, and that's the last thing Bruce ever deserved to get to see in this lifetime.
Oh nonny, we totally, absolutely, 100% agree on this. Bruce has this beautiful character (flaw? absolutely hilarious/heart-breaking bat-tendency?) trait in the DCEU to see things in terms of 'deserves' rather than 'is'.
This is one of the things I love about Bruce's perspective; we get to have that religious-tinged imagery of Clark. All of the glowing halos, the aureole of the saint,* the way that Bruce seems to see Clark composed into these beautiful (or heartbreaking) scenes like a goddamn painting.
For a man who spends all of time in the dark with the ugliest part of humanity, Bruce sure does know how to spot beauty.
It's almost spellbinding, and Bruce doesn't realize how far it's drawn him in until Clark drags in a breath, closes his hands into fists against the tops of his thighs, and says, "And what about—what about Batman?"
*leans forward in chair avidly*
NONNY, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO END A SECTION. That's got the gears of my brain turning.
*you would not believe how many times I had to check that spelling to make absolutely sure i was talking about the technical term for glowing radiance about a saint, and not a nipple.
**I think you may have just given me a 'Clark enjoying the sunshine' kink. o:
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (2/?)
*presses face against monitor like a kid in a candyshop*
NONNY, YOU HAVE STREAMLINED LIKE A BOSS. But can I be the first to say that I actually love your 18+ part fics. I read and enjoy everything this fandom has to offer--but I've noticed that in comparison to other large pairing fandoms, superbat suffers from the lack of longfic. And you, nonny, help relieve the fandom of that sad affliction.
With that said, let me snuggle up to part two. There is so much to love here.
He's closed his eyes again; his face has relaxed in it, peaceful, still glowing faintly gold like—like maybe Bruce was right to call it hagiography: like he really is a saint. He's right there, alive, whole, and that's the last thing Bruce ever deserved to get to see in this lifetime.
Oh nonny, we totally, absolutely, 100% agree on this. Bruce has this beautiful character (flaw? absolutely hilarious/heart-breaking bat-tendency?) trait in the DCEU to see things in terms of 'deserves' rather than 'is'.
This is one of the things I love about Bruce's perspective; we get to have that religious-tinged imagery of Clark. All of the glowing halos, the aureole of the saint,* the way that Bruce seems to see Clark composed into these beautiful (or heartbreaking) scenes like a goddamn painting.
For a man who spends all of time in the dark with the ugliest part of humanity, Bruce sure does know how to spot beauty.
It's almost spellbinding, and Bruce doesn't realize how far it's drawn him in until Clark drags in a breath, closes his hands into fists against the tops of his thighs, and says, "And what about—what about Batman?"
*leans forward in chair avidly*
NONNY, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO END A SECTION. That's got the gears of my brain turning.
*you would not believe how many times I had to check that spelling to make absolutely sure i was talking about the technical term for glowing radiance about a saint, and not a nipple.
**I think you may have just given me a 'Clark enjoying the sunshine' kink. o: