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DCEU Prompt Post #1

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Now that I know how much you all love UST, I figured we'd take a break for more Awkward Conversations With Clark. :D Also, I thought I'd have some idea how close I was to the end of this by now, but ... maybe I'll just leave that question mark where it is. I REGRET ~~PERHAPS A COUPLE OF MY LIFE CHOICES~~ NOTHING

The way Clark feels after the sixth date is basically a red flag the size of Superman's cape. (And that's without factoring in the terrible frantic way he jerks himself off five minutes after Bruce drops him off at his apartment, thinking of what could have happened in that restaurant entryway if he hadn't let Bruce step away from him. He tries to remind himself afterward how annoying Bruce is, how much Clark hates that smirky thing he does with his face—but now that thought segues into what it would be like to kiss the expression off him. Which is somewhat less than helpful.)

It doesn't matter that barely anything has happened: the whole point is that it won't keep being barely anything. This is just the beginning. And if "barely anything" is more than Clark can manage without losing his mind, letting it get worse is really not going to help. Clark might even have talked himself into telling Bruce they need to pull the plug, "barely anything" or not, except—

Except it really has made everything else easier. Now that the media knows they can catch him with Bruce in public properly, that this thing is going to keep happening where they can see it, they stop staking out Clark's apartment, and they hardly bother coming around the Planet building. They only tried to catch Clark by himself because they had no idea when they might be able to catch him with Bruce. And the increase in more—um, interesting photos, since he and Bruce started actually going on dates, means fewer people feel the need to whip out a smartphone every time Clark passes them on the street.

So he doesn't tell Bruce they need to stop. When Bruce asks him out to lunch a day later, he agrees; when he arrives, Bruce stands up and smiles, leans in, and Clark closes his eyes and lets Bruce kiss him again: brief, light, fond.

(It's almost worse that way. It's almost harder to remember it's not real. Batman's always so dour, so stern and silent, and Bruce so frustrating—Clark hadn't thought it could possibly be an issue. Clark hadn't known to brace himself against this, hadn't known there would be anything to fight; and now he's starting to think he's already lost.)

He opens his eyes and smiles back at Bruce, helpless, and somewhere nearby a shutter clicks.

It even quiets things down at work. Ron still calls Clark "loverboy" every once in a while, but he's been dating Bruce for almost a month now—there's not a lot more mileage to get out of it. Cat scrutinizes every single one of what feels like three hundred pictures of that first stupid kiss, some of them remarkably high-quality given that they were taken through glass, and to Clark's surprise declares them "pretty classy, Kent, nice going." She glances at him and adds, "Wayne's not really known for that. I think you're a good influence."

It was Bruce's idea, Clark can't say. Bruce set it up that way, he knew what he was doing, he's—he's more thoughtful than you're giving him credit for—

"Thanks," he tells her instead, looking away. "I hope so."

Lois says almost the same thing later, clicking through a gallery of them with Clark trying to look like he's not looking over her shoulder. (He's not sure how well it's working.) "And that was the first time?" she asks, pausing on one.

He should say no. He should tell her it's been ages, that that was just the first one anybody managed to catch. But it was the first time, and he—he wants someone to know it besides him and Bruce. "Yeah," Clark says.

"Wow," she says. "After six dates? I'm starting to feel like I moved a little fast, just laying one on you after you saved my life. Suddenly that seems very bold and direct."

And it isn't—her tone isn't mean or anything, she's just teasing, but Clark finds himself saying, "Well, I wasn't—I didn't make it easy for him." As if Bruce needs defending—but it's true, in a way. Clark had showed up at that ground-breaking, sure, but that's the most he's done to help: Bruce has made all the arrangements, picked all their dates, paid every time. Clark could have grabbed him outside any one of the places they've gone and kissed him first—but he hadn't. He waited for it instead. He's let himself make this into something Bruce is doing to him, as if he isn't equally responsible for getting them into this mess—

"You said no more alien jokes," Lois is saying, "but I promise you, 'space cadet' is what I would call anyone who zoned out on me like—"

"What?" Clark says belatedly.

"Oh, you're back," she says, bright. "I was just telling you—Clark, some of these are actually really sweet. To be honest," she adds confidingly, "I didn't think there'd be any photos of you and Bruce Wayne you could show to your mother. But these three are kind of 'prom date' more than anything—"

She stops there. She must have noticed the look on Clark's face.

"Oh, no. Please tell me you haven't forgotten to tell—"

"Oh my god," Clark says faintly. "My mother."

He runs to Smallville that evening. (There's no point trying to put it off: with the superspeed, he can't claim he doesn't have time to make the trip, or that there's too much traffic. Sometimes having superpowers only makes things harder.) He has no idea what he's going to say, how to explain to Mom—it should be simple, she already knows about Batman, but he can't decide whether it will be harder to tell her he's lying or to lie to her.

The run only gives him about three minutes to think about it, but he takes as long as he can outside—grabs the broom off the porch and halfheartedly sweeps the front walk, and then wipes his feet on the mat about eighteen times. Surely it'll be harder to lie to her, he decides. As if he could, really. She's seen enough of Bruce Wayne, knows what Batman does; she'd never in a million years believe that Clark would—

"You are actually going to come in, right?"

He looks up: Mom's pushed the screen door halfway open and is raising an eyebrow at him, face full of fond mockery.

"That was the plan," he agrees. "Mom, look, I'm really sorry, I just—"

"Oh, Clark," she says, and then—smiles? That seems awfully fast. Normally she'd make him squirm a little more over something like this. Clark moves tentatively to catch the edge of the screen door, and when he's got a hold of it, Mom steps away toward the kitchen, gesturing over her shoulder to him. "It's all right, I understand—Bruce is a very busy man."

"Y—es?" Clark says.

"Which I assume is why you haven't managed to bring him here for dinner yet," Mom fills in, before she plunges her hands back into the sink—she must have just started the washing-up when Clark arrived.

"Uh, Mom—"

"Honestly, though, I'm glad," Mom says, raising her voice over the running water, the clink of dishes. "Not that I had to learn about it from the television, you understand," she adds, throwing a stern glance at Clark where he's frozen in the doorway. "You could have picked up a phone—but it was always going to be hard for you unless you found somebody who knows, and I know after Lois that list gets short. And Bruce—"

She pauses, shaking her head. (Clark wonders distantly when she'd started calling Bruce Bruce. Maybe she's been practicing since she found out.)

"Oh, I don't know. That man's always seemed so lonely to me."

"Lonely?" Clark says, startled in a whole different way. "Bruce Wayne?"

"I know he knows a lot of people," Mom says easily, as though Bruce Wayne's parties don't attract more people than probably even live in Smallville. "But I'm not sure that means a lot of people know him."

"I guess I hadn't thought about it that way," Clark says slowly. He'd gotten close, in the car that once: thinking how few people understood what Bruce was actually capable of, that he was more than a suit stuffed with dollar bills and a smirk on top. He just hadn't decided what it meant.

And now what is he supposed to say? You might not be wrong, but even if he is lonely, that isn't actually something I can fix? Funnily enough, I'm not only not a solution to that problem, I'm actively preventing him from finding someone else who could be by making him look taken? And he'd been thinking lying to Mom would be hard. He hadn't imagined telling the truth could be harder.

"Mm. Now tell me when you're thinking you'll bring him by—next week?" Mom says. "And get over here and start drying." She fixes him with a narrow stare. "Don't think superspeed will get you out of this, either. You're not leaving this house without giving me a day and time."

And Superman possibly is more of a coward than people give him credit for: "Yes, ma'am," Clark says, ducking his head, and pulls a fresh dishtowel out of the drawer.

... I am picturing Bruce hearing whatever explanation Clark winds up giving him, and just thinking, ridiculously fondly, 'why did I bother stealing the Krypronite? If he tried to conquer the world we could have just gotten his mother to yell at him'. CLARK YOU CHICKENSHIT. Very much looking forward to the next section, and seeing Bruce again! Thanks for writing!

:D Haha, that is a perfect mental image, anon, thank you! I'm so pleased to hear you're enjoying this, and I hope you enjoy the next part too. ♥ And thanks right back at you for reading, I know this is getting quite long! /o\

WE'VE REACHED THE POINT WHERE CLARK OFFICIALLY JERKS OFF TO BRUCE'S SMIRK, YESSSSSSSS. I love that smirk. ^^

(It's almost worse that way. It's almost harder to remember it's not real. Batman's always so dour, so stern and silent, and Bruce so frustrating—Clark hadn't thought it could possibly be an issue. Clark hadn't known to brace himself against this, hadn't known there would be anything to fight; and now he's starting to think he's already lost.)
Oh, anon. My heart. This hurts so good, the pining. Clark was not even remotely prepared for this, and I love how he doesn't realise what's happened to him until it's far, far too late. I love Clark defending Bruce to Lois, it's oddly cute, and that bit of guilt he feels at letting Bruce do all the work.

And I hadn't even realised that Clark hadn't told his mother yet, oh no! I love that she believes it and actually kind of approves. See, Clark, your mother likes your fake boyfriend. ;D And I love that it's his mother who points out how lonely Bruce really is. Clark really was rather oblivious about that, I hope it gave him feels. I'm really looking forward to that very awkward dinner with Bruce - though I'm somehow not so sure if Bruce would want to lie to Clark's mother about this? Not like they'd have to, and he might feel bad. Or maybe she just wouldn't buy it if she saw them together. Or maybe she would and that just makes it weirder for everyone involved. So many possibilities. This fic is just so great, you're the best.

/OP who continues to admire you from afar ;D

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Apparently so does Clark! ;)

This hurts so good, the pining

/o\ OH YAY. Obviously at this point I shouldn't be surprised, braintwin, but I'm planning to wallow a fair bit in the pining, and PSYCHED that that's another thing you're into. *high-fives* :D And I'm so glad you enjoyed that conversation with Lois - when I outlined this I was mostly focused on how it would segue to Martha, but when I actually started writing it, that's what came out.

I'm really looking forward to that very awkward dinner with Bruce

:D Haha, I'm glad to hear it - and man, OP, you make me want to write like six of this exploring each different way this could fall out! *shakes fist* But I hope you like the route I've chosen and if you don't then tell me and I'll go back and try another! D:

NO U :P ♥

…that smirky thing he does with his face…

Pretty sure that’s just his face. :-P

Martha Kent for the win! I had briefly wondered about her earlier and then was sidetracked with delectably unresolved sexual tension.

Not that it’s a bet anyone would take, but I’d put my money on Martha.

Details and lying to themselves aside, she’ll have figured out what’s what long before these boys get their sh** together. :-P

And I cannot picture a conversation between Bruce and Martha that isn’t entirely honest, in which Bruce will probably figuratively fall on his sword and tell her everything that he cannot admit to himself, despite Alfred’s knowing looks.

…I'm actively preventing him from finding someone else who could be by making him look taken?

And so it really begins. Not only is poor Clark starting to realize that he’s falling, for an act (he thinks) no less, but now he thinks he is an obstacle to Bruce’s own happiness. Poor baby. You’re not going easy on him. I approve!

And Superman possibly is more of a coward than people give him credit for…

I laughed at this! Martha really is Clark’s Achilles’ heel in more ways than one!

Thanks again for this lovely update and I look forward to the next one!

:D

I had briefly wondered about her earlier

Yeah, I prrrrrobably should have brought her up earlier, but then again this is all Clark's POV and the point is that he forgot to say anything, so. :D

I cannot picture a conversation between Bruce and Martha that isn’t entirely honest

:D You're not wrong, anon - the dinner's not quite this, because after all Clark is still there, but I'm a big fan of Martha as sort of Bruce's kryptonite, which I hope very much will show.

You’re not going easy on him. I approve!

Haha, I'm glad to hear it - there's a fair bit of Clark angst ahead of us, though I'll do my best to make sure it's not too OTT.

Thank you so much for your thoughts, anon, as ever! I'm thrilled you're still liking this so much and so grateful for your comments. ♥

OH, CLARK.

MY HEART.

"Oh, I don't know. That man's always seemed so lonely to me."
Martha is the best.

He opens his eyes and smiles back at Bruce, helpless, and somewhere nearby a shutter clicks.
I wonder how Bruce rationalizes the way Clark looks and smiles at him, knowing that Clark can't lie to save his life. Probably with "he's just nice this way", awwww my bbs.

Bruce stands up and smiles, leans in, and Clark closes his eyes and lets Bruce kiss him again: brief, light, fond.
YES BRUCE WOULD BE SO FOND. I feel that Bruce being such a Dad and protective and amazing with children would translate into him being rather affectionate (once he's gotten over his many ISSUES of course) and the fact that it bleeds through his act is <33333 even as I cry that he's probably refraining himself from giving in too much D: Oh, Bruce.

Clark is such a goner, and it's so damn understandable but it obviously took him by surprise and he has no defense against that (no that he'd have many even if he'd been expecting it).

The way Clark feels after the sixth date is basically a red flag the size of Superman's cape. (And that's without factoring in the terrible frantic way he jerks himself off five minutes after Bruce drops him off at his apartment, thinking of what could have happened in that restaurant entryway if he hadn't let Bruce step away from him.

UNFFFF, how dare you do this to me! <3333

Nonnie, I still hate you but I might also love you a lot :DDDD

:D :D :D :D :D

Probably with "he's just nice this way"

:D Pretty much. If I were to write his POV of this, I'd say he started out after Clark came back from the dead by being a dick as Bruce Wayne; but he's toned it down since they've started dating. STRATEGICALLY, you understand, because Clark is a bad liar and needs to not visibly hate him. So when Clark smiles at him like this, it's - well, it's working. That's optimal. Strategically speaking.

/o\ Haha oh god BRUCE'S SECRET CUDDLY FEELINGS, YOU AND I KNOW THEY ARE THERE BUT CLARK SO DOES NOT. (OH CLARK.) And yes, absolutely, Bruce is walking a tightwire between letting Clark like him just enough that the dating doesn't look fake, but not too much because ~emotions oh no what do

:D Basically this whole thing is just going to turn into one long, long paean to "idiots who are REVOLTINGLY in love but will probably never say so", because apparently for this pairing that's all I write. /o\ I HOPE YOU HATE ME ~~MORE~~ ~~LESS~~ MORE AS WE CONTINUE ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ thank you so much, anon, your comments give me life!

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