I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO TO BED LIKE A REASONABLE PERSON (okay, reasonable would have been two hours ago) AND THEN YOU POST A NEW PART AND OF COURSE I HAD TO READ IT. And then -
(You know me so well. The natural response, but it stings even to think it.) RIGHT IN THE FUCKING GUT. Jesus Christ. Bruce. BRUCE. Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuce. Let me hug you. And then you follow it up with this: (Vehemence implies depth of feeling.) And just BRUCE. I can't even. No words. And then that kiss, it's such a Bruce Wayne kiss.
The only real question is whether he would have shut it up behind glass or started living there full-time. Well, thanks for that, considering what else Bruce has put BEHIND GLASS. D: You're really pummeling my feelings here, you wonderful author anon. Of course Bruce thinks that that was it, no more to it, and Clark just ... shows up anyway. :D (Also, aw, I did notice how Bruce apparently stayed at that penthouse afterwards instead of going to his lake house? I see what you did there. ;D)
"anything you wanted to pretend you had lined up, to let me down easy—"
The worst part is, it's not even tactical. It's not even a trap. Bruce could smile at him ruefully, could say actually, I do have this meeting, and Clark would accept it—would believe him.
Would come back, and ask again. I love this whole part because it shows how well they know each other already (well, or at least how well Clark knows this side of Bruce). And Bruce's transparent rationalising for not telling Clark to fuck off, eeeeeeeh.
"Whoops, you weren't dead—welcome back!" is written on the cake, word-for-word, in loopy icing letters. I want a cake like that. :D
The swing as Clark brings them around, down, and slows isn't unlike being on the end of a grappling line—so Bruce is careful to stumble a little on landing, like anyone unused to the sensation might. I love Bruce so much, with his constant paranoia and attention to details.
"My pleasure, believe me," Bruce says, making sure the leer comes through in his voice; and Clark laughs against his jaw and then tugs him in for a kiss. It's so hot and Clark is so sweet and it still breaks my heart because Bruce is so obviously still playing a part and Clark has NO IDEA. This continues to be amazing. And I'm still so excited for Clark to go full Superman again so he can meet Batman for the next piece of the identity porn puzzle. :D
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (10/?)
(You know me so well. The natural response, but it stings even to think it.)
RIGHT IN THE FUCKING GUT. Jesus Christ. Bruce. BRUCE. Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuce. Let me hug you. And then you follow it up with this: (Vehemence implies depth of feeling.) And just BRUCE. I can't even. No words. And then that kiss, it's such a Bruce Wayne kiss.
The only real question is whether he would have shut it up behind glass or started living there full-time.
Well, thanks for that, considering what else Bruce has put BEHIND GLASS. D: You're really pummeling my feelings here, you wonderful author anon. Of course Bruce thinks that that was it, no more to it, and Clark just ... shows up anyway. :D (Also, aw, I did notice how Bruce apparently stayed at that penthouse afterwards instead of going to his lake house? I see what you did there. ;D)
"anything you wanted to pretend you had lined up, to let me down easy—"
The worst part is, it's not even tactical. It's not even a trap. Bruce could smile at him ruefully, could say actually, I do have this meeting, and Clark would accept it—would believe him.
Would come back, and ask again.
I love this whole part because it shows how well they know each other already (well, or at least how well Clark knows this side of Bruce). And Bruce's transparent rationalising for not telling Clark to fuck off, eeeeeeeh.
"Whoops, you weren't dead—welcome back!" is written on the cake, word-for-word, in loopy icing letters.
I want a cake like that. :D
The swing as Clark brings them around, down, and slows isn't unlike being on the end of a grappling line—so Bruce is careful to stumble a little on landing, like anyone unused to the sensation might.
I love Bruce so much, with his constant paranoia and attention to details.
"My pleasure, believe me," Bruce says, making sure the leer comes through in his voice; and Clark laughs against his jaw and then tugs him in for a kiss.
It's so hot and Clark is so sweet and it still breaks my heart because Bruce is so obviously still playing a part and Clark has NO IDEA. This continues to be amazing. And I'm still so excited for Clark to go full Superman again so he can meet Batman for the next piece of the identity porn puzzle. :D
/OP (who is going to have very nice dreams now)