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DCEU Prompt Post #1
Welcome to Round One of the DCEU Kink Meme!
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Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part One
(Anonymous) 2016-05-22 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)This is a bit of a mish-mash, I slightly mention a few things from the comics, but it's really not important. Basically I just needed an explanation for Clark being depowered.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy, more will be along soon :)
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When Bruce gets the call, the first thought in his head is, I hope to God Clark isn’t flying right now.
Bruce hasn’t got superpowers, so he guesses the quickest way to be sure that he isn’t is to call his desk phone at the Daily Planet. Clark is nothing if not diligent about answering his phone within three rings. It’s common courtesy, he says.
So five, Bruce supposes, would be an intolerable insult to whoever was calling, and Clark would probably blow his cover using his super speed to get to his desk. Bruce lets it ring five times before he hangs up.
So he’s not at his desk. That doesn’t mean anything, though, Bruce tells himself – Clark’s job takes him away from his desk with reasonable regularity. He’s not necessarily miles above the city or in the middle of a blazing inferno just because he’s not parked in his cubicle. It occurs to Bruce that Clark might not be in North America at all – that he might have nipped across the Pacific to collect some award for rescuing a French kitten or something like that – and that this would take some explaining later. It would be better than most of the alternatives, but still hardly ideal.
Bruce dials his cell phone.
“Clark Kent, Daily Planet,” Clark says, after exactly three rings.
“Clark. It’s me. What’re you doing right now?”
Clark hesitates. “I’m at the docks.”
“The docks.” Bruce does a mental run-down of all the possible things Clark could be doing at the docks. Only some of them are things he likes. “What’re you doing there?”
“I was meeting with a source.” Clark’s voice is only slightly defensive – they’re long past the arguments they used to have about these things, where Clark would insist that, no matter what, it was a matter of his journalistic integrity to keep the identity of his sources a secret, no matter how much use it might be for Batman, if not Bruce Wayne, to know who they are and what they’re involved in.
“Stay where you are,” Bruce tells him. “I mean it. Under no circumstances are you to move from that spot.”
“What’s the matter?” Clark asks. “If it’s urgent, I can just –”
For a split second, Bruce lets himself think: maybe Power Girl was wrong, and Booster’s knocking over that mystical artifact in Doctor Fate’s room meant nothing. Maybe Clark never lost his powers after all. He certainly doesn’t seem to have noticed if he has.
“ – fly over to the lake house, if that’s where you are. There’s no one around. Why don’t I – huh.”
Huh.
Bruce doesn’t have to ask what that huh meant. “Like I said. Stay. Where. You. Are.”
***
In the stark minimalism of the lake house, Clark looks out of place. He’s wearing a cheap tweed jacket with – Bruce’s lip twitches – patches on the elbows. It’s as if someone, deep in Clark’s Midwestern past, had shown him a picture of how a big city reporter was supposed to dress, and that’s the image he’d doggedly stuck with for the next thirty years, totally impervious to any outside forces.
Bruce has always been struck by how unnervingly human Clark looks when he’s wearing his civilian – he’s every inch the mild mannered reporter he’s supposed to be. Except this time is different. This time, he actually is exactly what he appears to be.
Clark looks unsure as he stands in the middle of the concrete floor. Bruce can understand that – it must be strange to have gone from being so powerful to being suddenly, by comparison, so fragile. Bruce has to remind himself that despite that, Clark is hardly going to snap in halves in a stiff breeze – depowered doesn’t mean helpless. Most people would consider Clark Kent to be abnormally muscular for someone with a desk job.
But still…
“Tell me again – what exactly did Power Girl say to you?” Clark asks.
“Not much. Something about Booster using one of Doctor Fate’s artifacts as a pencil sharpener. They’re trying to get in contact with him to reverse the effect, but seeing as he’s hardly at anyone’s beck and call it could take a while. And until they get it sorted out, you’ve lost your powers.”
Clark glances up, looking out over the water. “Is anyone else affected?”
“Not as far as we know,” Bruce says. “But there’s still others to check on.”
Clark says nothing. He just keeps looking out over the lake. Bruce realises that sooner or later he’s going to have to say something.
“Do you want me to… do anything?” he settles on eventually.
Clark turns to face him, and to Bruce’s surprise, he’s actually smiling. That weirdly boyish smile that Bruce always thinks looks incorrigible on the face of someone who could punch him into a fine paste if he chose to.
He shakes his head. “No, it’s fine.” Clark takes a deep breath, licking his lips. “Perhaps I should be more worried, but… I know Power Girl can handle it. And honestly, Bruce…”
He trails off. He’s staring out over the water again, as if he’s never seen it before.
Though maybe he hasn’t, Bruce suddenly realises. Or at least, not in the way he’s seeing it now. Bruce still isn’t sure he fully understands the true extent of Superman’s powers, or how he uses them – what he can turn on and off, what he hears and what he’s learned to filter out. Whether he has to wake up every morning and make a conscious choice not to be looking up through his upstairs neighbour’s floor.
So maybe this is something different for him. Maybe he’s seeing the world through truly human eyes, for the very first time in his life.
“In any case,” Bruce says gruffly after a moment of silence, and it becomes clear Clark isn’t going to continue. “I think it’s best if you just lay low until your powers are restored. However long that takes.”
Clark’s brows furrow. Bruce knew he wasn’t going to like that, but really, he can’t see how Clark can refuse. He doesn’t have to say it – it hangs heavily in the air between them. The last time Clark had a fight at less than full power, it was… well, it wasn’t much of a fight. Bruce swallows. He hopes he doesn’t have to bring that up.
“I don’t see why that should be a problem,” Clark says, frowning. “I can still fight crime, even without my powers. You do.”
There’s a thousand things Bruce wants to say to that. Yes, but I’ve trained every day of my life for thirty-five years for it. Yes, but you have no idea what it’s like to actually get punched and feel it, and I’m still feeling punches I got three weeks ago. Yes, but my God sometimes I can’t even get out of bed without every joint in my body cracking when I sit up.
He doesn’t say any of that, though. He just says, “I think that would be ill-advised.”
Clark looks a little rankled and inclined to argue, but Bruce doesn’t especially want to hear it. “But – ” he starts, but before he can get further, Bruce has already turned away.
“Can I get Alfred to call you a cab?” he asks as he walks across the room.
He pauses in the doorway, looking back over his shoulder. Clark’s face is all screwed up, and he’s clearly trying to think of some clever retort; however, given that the only way he can get back into Gotham and then take the train to Metropolis right now is by cab, be doesn’t exactly have many options open to him.
“Yes. Please.”
As Bruce presses the intercom for Alfred, he watches as Clark strides across the room, stubs his toe on the step, almost keels over, and then tries to surreptitiously limp his way out of the room.
Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part One
(Anonymous) 2016-05-22 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)I'm so excited you're filling my prompt! And hey, set up is always great. I love that Bruce's protectiveness is already there.
And lolol at the last line. Oh Clark, please do not try to be a vigilante at the moment.
Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part One
(Anonymous) 2016-05-22 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part One
(Anonymous) 2016-05-22 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)And I have faith you'll take this to great heights
Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part One
(Anonymous) 2016-05-22 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)He’s wearing a cheap tweed jacket with – Bruce’s lip twitches – patches on the elbows.
I'm always here for Bruce being offended by Clark's horrible clothes. :D And Clark who's so reluctant to lay low because of course he still wants to help people. The last line made me laugh so hard, oh Clark. You are in for something. I'm looking forward to more of this (I may or may not have a huge thing for Bruce patching Clark up O:-)).
Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part One
(Anonymous) 2016-05-22 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)And you are definitely not alone in the Bruce patching Clark up thing XD It maaaaaay have been the main reason I chose this prompt. Poor Clark being all baffled as to how something like getting showered in breaking glass actually hurt him, and poor Bruce trying to be all gruff and professional while he pokes around on Clark's bare chest, making sure there's no glass left over :D
Thank you again :)
Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part One
(Anonymous) 2016-05-22 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part One
(Anonymous) 2016-05-22 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)Thanks again!