So please continue to enjoy me making things up, cribbing trivia off the DC Wiki, and indulging my own worst storytelling impulses, because there's probably going to be at least another 20k of this to get through.
Nonny, you've just told us it's going to be Christmas for 20k more words. Good lord, this is a happy day. 8D
I have to do a quick blow-by-blow, because I was just endlessly fist-pumping through this scene.
Batman drops from the corner of the ceiling, entirely opposite where Clark had seen him last. For a split second, Clark's mindless—he feels himself start to move, so fast he must be blurring, every inch of him ready to grab that dark shape coming at him and slam it through the floor—
Hot damn, YES, GET HIM SUPERMAN. Oh wait, shit, no. Don't Superman. DO. NOT. GET. HIM. D: D: D: D:
"And you agreed to this," he says to Batman, testing.
I love how Superman wants to get everyone's opinion, have everyone speak for themselves. IT'S SO SUPERMAN IT HURTS, I LOVE IT. And I love the kernel of incredulousness behind it, because BATMAN. That's what Clark's brain is telling him. "BECAUSE BATMAN."
"Yes," Batman says—right away this time, much faster than Clark had been expecting,
Oh Bruce. <3333333
(Superman, this is Batman's way of saying "you're so awesome, I like you very much, please be on my team. We can be super-friends!" But translated through the Bat. I can't wait for Clark's Bat-to-English translator gets some fine-tuning. 8D)
"Okay. You're—we're—a League of three, now."
TRINITY, HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL YES NONNY.
If he's got an expression on his face, Clark can't tell at all with the cowl in the way, everything but the mouth and chin covered.
Bruce is silently freaking out. YAY, he is thinking. SHIT IT JUST GOT 100000% HARDER TO KEEP MY SECRET IDENTITY, he is also thinking. I WILL HAVE TO STICK TO MONOSYLLABIC ANSWERS IN ORDER TO AVOID DETECTION, might have been his third thought.
(Bruce, you beautiful bastard. I love how you write him, love it nonny. He's so protectively curled up around himself in this scene, I can imagine him retreating into his cape--or in this case, the night itself. My heart, nonny, my heart. <333333)
THANK YOU. Wow. I am looking forward to 20k more of identity!porn funtimes. <33333333
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (13/?)
Nonny, you've just told us it's going to be Christmas for 20k more words. Good lord, this is a happy day. 8D
I have to do a quick blow-by-blow, because I was just endlessly fist-pumping through this scene.
Batman drops from the corner of the ceiling, entirely opposite where Clark had seen him last. For a split second, Clark's mindless—he feels himself start to move, so fast he must be blurring, every inch of him ready to grab that dark shape coming at him and slam it through the floor—
Hot damn, YES, GET HIM SUPERMAN. Oh wait, shit, no. Don't Superman. DO. NOT. GET. HIM. D: D: D: D:
"And you agreed to this," he says to Batman, testing.
I love how Superman wants to get everyone's opinion, have everyone speak for themselves. IT'S SO SUPERMAN IT HURTS, I LOVE IT. And I love the kernel of incredulousness behind it, because BATMAN. That's what Clark's brain is telling him. "BECAUSE BATMAN."
"Yes," Batman says—right away this time, much faster than Clark had been expecting,
Oh Bruce. <3333333
(Superman, this is Batman's way of saying "you're so awesome, I like you very much, please be on my team. We can be super-friends!" But translated through the Bat. I can't wait for Clark's Bat-to-English translator gets some fine-tuning. 8D)
"Okay. You're—we're—a League of three, now."
TRINITY, HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL YES NONNY.
If he's got an expression on his face, Clark can't tell at all with the cowl in the way, everything but the mouth and chin covered.
Bruce is silently freaking out. YAY, he is thinking. SHIT IT JUST GOT 100000% HARDER TO KEEP MY SECRET IDENTITY, he is also thinking. I WILL HAVE TO STICK TO MONOSYLLABIC ANSWERS IN ORDER TO AVOID DETECTION, might have been his third thought.
(Bruce, you beautiful bastard. I love how you write him, love it nonny. He's so protectively curled up around himself in this scene, I can imagine him retreating into his cape--or in this case, the night itself. My heart, nonny, my heart. <333333)
THANK YOU. Wow. I am looking forward to 20k more of identity!porn funtimes. <33333333