Yesssssssss, Bruce angst! I love how freaked out he is by this whole thing.
Clark had never been the one who posed a danger, and in a certain sense it almost hadn't been Clark who'd died—or at least not in Bruce's eyes, not that day. This is so true. I mean, obviously, Bruce had barely even known Clark when he died.
What a lopsided tradeoff that would have made. Clark's generosity, Clark's faith in humanity, Clark's hope, in all their supernova brilliance—gone dark. As if the single flame they'd relit in Bruce could be any kind of substitute. Oh my Gooooooooooooood, ohxpfgjsrotn vsiugnvfigbdflgbdfkjgbdfljghbdfhg df sjfs BRUCE! No! My heart. How do you ... I'll just sit in a corner for a second, too many feelings.
The obvious choice had been Batman pledging to quit: to stay clear and then perhaps be permitted to work his way back in on probation, with Superman granted final veto power. Oh, Bruce. Bruuuuuuuuuce. This is not a very good comment, I'm sorry, but BRUCE.
"Are you bleeding somewhere, sir?" Alfred says, raising an eyebrow. "Perhaps internally? Impaled. Herniating—" I am so in love with Alfred. <3 That forgiveness comment is beautiful. Gah, Alfred and Bruce's interactions are the best interactions. And then this: "And, if I may be so bold as to ask," he says—as if Bruce could stop him—"will Master Kent be made aware of the true complexity of the situation?" Understatement is an art form and Alfred is its master, haha.
And ouch, all of Bruce's thoughts about how he has to tell Clark now, because if he tells him later, or if Clark finds out later, it will be so much worse. But of course he can't bring himself to tell him.
(He shouldn't; this is about what he's been keeping from Clark, the consequences of that deception, and no part of that is funny. But in this moment, Clark laughing in his arms, Bruce's mouth still tingling with kissing him—it feels like maybe it can be. It feels like everything might be all right anyway.) Oh, Bruce. It hurts me how much of a mess he is. In all the best ways.
And I love that detail of Clark turning on the light and Bruce's mind actually going to the right places immediately. And unffffffffffffffff, Clark lifting Bruce is always so hot. And Bruce lying to himself and telling himself it can wait, like he'll actually tell Clark afterwards, yeah, right, Bruce. Like you could make yourself lose Clark.
So this continues to be wonderful. I know I tell you that every time, but it's true every time. I adore your long fills, they're amazing and I am so lucky to get them. <3 (Also, don't tempt me about more 'assignments', or I will throw all my other fandoms at you, too. ;) They all have loyalty kink. ;))
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (14/?)
Clark had never been the one who posed a danger, and in a certain sense it almost hadn't been Clark who'd died—or at least not in Bruce's eyes, not that day.
This is so true. I mean, obviously, Bruce had barely even known Clark when he died.
What a lopsided tradeoff that would have made. Clark's generosity, Clark's faith in humanity, Clark's hope, in all their supernova brilliance—gone dark. As if the single flame they'd relit in Bruce could be any kind of substitute.
Oh my Gooooooooooooood, ohxpfgjsrotn vsiugnvfigbdflgbdfkjgbdfljghbdfhg df sjfs BRUCE! No! My heart. How do you ... I'll just sit in a corner for a second, too many feelings.
The obvious choice had been Batman pledging to quit: to stay clear and then perhaps be permitted to work his way back in on probation, with Superman granted final veto power.
Oh, Bruce. Bruuuuuuuuuce. This is not a very good comment, I'm sorry, but BRUCE.
"Are you bleeding somewhere, sir?" Alfred says, raising an eyebrow. "Perhaps internally? Impaled. Herniating—"
I am so in love with Alfred. <3 That forgiveness comment is beautiful. Gah, Alfred and Bruce's interactions are the best interactions. And then this: "And, if I may be so bold as to ask," he says—as if Bruce could stop him—"will Master Kent be made aware of the true complexity of the situation?" Understatement is an art form and Alfred is its master, haha.
And ouch, all of Bruce's thoughts about how he has to tell Clark now, because if he tells him later, or if Clark finds out later, it will be so much worse. But of course he can't bring himself to tell him.
(He shouldn't; this is about what he's been keeping from Clark, the consequences of that deception, and no part of that is funny. But in this moment, Clark laughing in his arms, Bruce's mouth still tingling with kissing him—it feels like maybe it can be. It feels like everything might be all right anyway.)
Oh, Bruce. It hurts me how much of a mess he is. In all the best ways.
And I love that detail of Clark turning on the light and Bruce's mind actually going to the right places immediately. And unffffffffffffffff, Clark lifting Bruce is always so hot. And Bruce lying to himself and telling himself it can wait, like he'll actually tell Clark afterwards, yeah, right, Bruce. Like you could make yourself lose Clark.
So this continues to be wonderful. I know I tell you that every time, but it's true every time. I adore your long fills, they're amazing and I am so lucky to get them. <3 (Also, don't tempt me about more 'assignments', or I will throw all my other fandoms at you, too. ;) They all have loyalty kink. ;))