Clark touches down at the lake house a little after three in the morning. He has a moment of indecision once he realizes he has no way back into the cave via whatever elaborate means that constitute the lake airlock. Nor, in fact, the more straightforward process of the front door. I am kind of cracked up by Clark not having a key after all this time. ;D
"I trust you've had an edifying night stomping around in Gotham's gutters." Alfred snark! :D And Clark realising that Alfred wants him to take off his shoes, awww. I seriously adore how you write Alfred: "And a bottle of single malt, for when you simply can't endure it any more."
a dark figure that blurs through the frame and in its wake leaves its targets scrambling in terror. I love seeing the Bat from an outside perspective, and I so get Clark's fascination with watching him work. Clark worrying him while still noticing that Bruce wouldn't want or need his help. Ooooh, and I love the "violent angles", what a great description.
Bruce takes it--but instead of pulling him up onto his feet, he settles his knees either side of Clark's lap and slowly collapses against his chest. He's heavy, still in armor; he smells like rain and blood and ozone. Clark pushes the cowl back and kisses the taste of the city from his lips. These lines are so, so beautifully written, and Bruce in armour in Clark's lap is such a great image. That entire scene is utterly gorgeous.
"Too tired to sleep," he says, with the kind of unguarded frankness that exhaustion brings. "My bones ache." My heart. <3 Bruce being this unguarded, oh my good. And I think being too tired to sleep is a thing for Bruce. And then that whole description about Bruce stretching out with his head in Clark's lap like he's only ever seen people do it, not done it before, dfkgbldfgbdfolgbd my HEART. And Clark really knows how to appeal to Bruce's soft spot here, haha.
"I'll get you a key." Said casually, matter-of-fact. A purely logistical decision, of course, now that Clark's flying freely again, except for the way that every muscle in his body has gone tense. Oh my god, Bruuuuuuuuuuuce. And then Clark reacts in the worst possible way, and of course Bruce withdraws, oh no, my heart.
"I'm not the kind of guy you take home to your mother, Clark. The fact we've already met notwithstanding." Bruuuce, why are you the way you are? But at least he does come along, despite being an idiot bat. <3 And that scene with Martha is so adorable.
Man, this fic is so wonderful, I am a little sad to see it end soon because I'm enjoying it so much. :D
Re: Fill: Whoever Falls First -- Bruce/Clark, sparring (18/19)
Clark touches down at the lake house a little after three in the morning. He has a moment of indecision once he realizes he has no way back into the cave via whatever elaborate means that constitute the lake airlock. Nor, in fact, the more straightforward process of the front door.
I am kind of cracked up by Clark not having a key after all this time. ;D
"I trust you've had an edifying night stomping around in Gotham's gutters."
Alfred snark! :D And Clark realising that Alfred wants him to take off his shoes, awww. I seriously adore how you write Alfred: "And a bottle of single malt, for when you simply can't endure it any more."
a dark figure that blurs through the frame and in its wake leaves its targets scrambling in terror.
I love seeing the Bat from an outside perspective, and I so get Clark's fascination with watching him work. Clark worrying him while still noticing that Bruce wouldn't want or need his help. Ooooh, and I love the "violent angles", what a great description.
Bruce takes it--but instead of pulling him up onto his feet, he settles his knees either side of Clark's lap and slowly collapses against his chest. He's heavy, still in armor; he smells like rain and blood and ozone. Clark pushes the cowl back and kisses the taste of the city from his lips.
These lines are so, so beautifully written, and Bruce in armour in Clark's lap is such a great image. That entire scene is utterly gorgeous.
"Too tired to sleep," he says, with the kind of unguarded frankness that exhaustion brings. "My bones ache."
My heart. <3 Bruce being this unguarded, oh my good. And I think being too tired to sleep is a thing for Bruce. And then that whole description about Bruce stretching out with his head in Clark's lap like he's only ever seen people do it, not done it before, dfkgbldfgbdfolgbd my HEART. And Clark really knows how to appeal to Bruce's soft spot here, haha.
"I'll get you a key." Said casually, matter-of-fact. A purely logistical decision, of course, now that Clark's flying freely again, except for the way that every muscle in his body has gone tense.
Oh my god, Bruuuuuuuuuuuce. And then Clark reacts in the worst possible way, and of course Bruce withdraws, oh no, my heart.
"I'm not the kind of guy you take home to your mother, Clark. The fact we've already met notwithstanding."
Bruuuce, why are you the way you are? But at least he does come along, despite being an idiot bat. <3 And that scene with Martha is so adorable.
Man, this fic is so wonderful, I am a little sad to see it end soon because I'm enjoying it so much. :D