EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH NEW PART! But also NOOOOOOOOOOOO, it's over. You make me (OP, who's been commenting on every part, I just forgot to mention it most of the time) want to lie to you and say that I totally hated this ending so you'll have to write another one. It would be a huge lie.
Bruce at the mausoleum! My heart. And I love how incredibly calm Bruce is about being kidnapped, lol, even while he thinks that there's nothing he can do and it doesn't even occur to him yet that anyone will come for him. And then this, oh man: For a split second, he's so angry he can barely see straight; but he takes a slow breath, lets it out, and then pastes on Bruce Wayne's smug smile. Better start laying the groundwork.
"As much as I'll hate for this little adventure of ours to get cut short, I think that might be my ride." I love Bruce's initial reaction being ANGER that he has to be saved, but he immediately remembers to play his part. And I love taht detail of Clark not actually being good at talking to reporters, aw.
Christ. "You're going to make me blush," Bruce says, in as smarmily dickish a Bruce Wayne tone as he can manage. Public!Bruce is the worst, I love it. :D And wow, WOW, this is just perfect: She stops when Clark frowns—and who could blame her? With the suit and the perfect Superman face, it's as sudden and thunderous as the wrath of God; except it's Clark, which makes it more like the gentle, chiding disappointment of God, because He knows you're better than that. "I'm sure you're not suggesting Mr. Wayne should be weighed and measured, ma'am, and that you expect me to find him wanting. Everyone deserves to be saved." Both the descriptions of Clark's frown and what he actually says, wow, just, perfect Clark characterisation. ALSO CLARK CARRYING BRUCE WHILE FLYING. :DDD
Bruce is so perfectly paranoid and Clark is having none of it. Aaaaaah, and this, this, my HEART! Bruce consciously considered what going into a family home, sitting at a table with Clark and Martha Kent, and eating a holiday dinner would cost him, and decided to agree anyway. Bruuuuuuuce! Of course it'd all but rip him to pieces and he still agreed to gooo.
Clark's talking like that isn't the point of Bruce Wayne—as if he isn't constructed entirely out of unadmirable things, as if he isn't specifically designed to prevent anyone worth respect from respecting him. Yesssssssssss, identity porn stuff. I am so in love with the whole theme of Bruce Wayne's perfectly designed, crafted public persona.
He's not using the strength at all. Bruce gives in anyway.
"Bruce," Clark repeats, more quietly. "I'm not worried about being dragged down," and his gaze, his tone, are nothing but sober when he adds, very seriously, "I can fly." AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW TO ALL OF THIS. And Clark is so cute and silly and adorable.
But Clark's not Bruce. Clark's Superman, Bruce thinks distantly; he doesn't back down. Not even from things that could destroy him. I'M QUOTING EVERYTHING, I'M SORRY. I'm terrible at pretending that I hate this. ;) This is so beautiful. ALSO THERE'S THROAT TOUCHING WHICH IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING EVER. And then the ending, Bruce thinking about how he could make Clark stop by being cruel, how he could make Clark hate him ... and he doesn't. Go, Bruce, you were not an idiot for once. :D AND THEN THE KISS, I AM DEAD.
Anon, I love you so much for writing this wonderful fic. Gave me feels from start to finish and was more than I ever could have hoped for for this prompt. I absolutely wouldn't object to a different version of the ending either, but this is perfect as it is. <333 Thank you so, so much. I hope you will write many more things for this fandom because I adore how you write these two, you're a gift.
Re: FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (6/6
Bruce at the mausoleum! My heart. And I love how incredibly calm Bruce is about being kidnapped, lol, even while he thinks that there's nothing he can do and it doesn't even occur to him yet that anyone will come for him. And then this, oh man:
For a split second, he's so angry he can barely see straight; but he takes a slow breath, lets it out, and then pastes on Bruce Wayne's smug smile. Better start laying the groundwork.
"As much as I'll hate for this little adventure of ours to get cut short, I think that might be my ride."
I love Bruce's initial reaction being ANGER that he has to be saved, but he immediately remembers to play his part. And I love taht detail of Clark not actually being good at talking to reporters, aw.
Christ. "You're going to make me blush," Bruce says, in as smarmily dickish a Bruce Wayne tone as he can manage.
Public!Bruce is the worst, I love it. :D And wow, WOW, this is just perfect:
She stops when Clark frowns—and who could blame her? With the suit and the perfect Superman face, it's as sudden and thunderous as the wrath of God; except it's Clark, which makes it more like the gentle, chiding disappointment of God, because He knows you're better than that. "I'm sure you're not suggesting Mr. Wayne should be weighed and measured, ma'am, and that you expect me to find him wanting. Everyone deserves to be saved."
Both the descriptions of Clark's frown and what he actually says, wow, just, perfect Clark characterisation. ALSO CLARK CARRYING BRUCE WHILE FLYING. :DDD
Bruce is so perfectly paranoid and Clark is having none of it. Aaaaaah, and this, this, my HEART! Bruce consciously considered what going into a family home, sitting at a table with Clark and Martha Kent, and eating a holiday dinner would cost him, and decided to agree anyway.
Bruuuuuuuce! Of course it'd all but rip him to pieces and he still agreed to gooo.
Clark's talking like that isn't the point of Bruce Wayne—as if he isn't constructed entirely out of unadmirable things, as if he isn't specifically designed to prevent anyone worth respect from respecting him.
Yesssssssssss, identity porn stuff. I am so in love with the whole theme of Bruce Wayne's perfectly designed, crafted public persona.
He's not using the strength at all. Bruce gives in anyway.
"Bruce," Clark repeats, more quietly. "I'm not worried about being dragged down," and his gaze, his tone, are nothing but sober when he adds, very seriously, "I can fly."
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW TO ALL OF THIS. And Clark is so cute and silly and adorable.
But Clark's not Bruce. Clark's Superman, Bruce thinks distantly; he doesn't back down. Not even from things that could destroy him.
I'M QUOTING EVERYTHING, I'M SORRY. I'm terrible at pretending that I hate this. ;) This is so beautiful. ALSO THERE'S THROAT TOUCHING WHICH IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING EVER. And then the ending, Bruce thinking about how he could make Clark stop by being cruel, how he could make Clark hate him ... and he doesn't. Go, Bruce, you were not an idiot for once. :D AND THEN THE KISS, I AM DEAD.
Anon, I love you so much for writing this wonderful fic. Gave me feels from start to finish and was more than I ever could have hoped for for this prompt. I absolutely wouldn't object to a different version of the ending either, but this is perfect as it is. <333 Thank you so, so much. I hope you will write many more things for this fandom because I adore how you write these two, you're a gift.