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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 twelve p2
(Anonymous) 2016-06-16 05:18 am (UTC)(link)Clark’s manners are impeccable, however – he’s not actually waiting at the lake house when Bruce emerges from the cave. He arrives a few seconds later, skimming over the water before landing on the decking out the back.
“Bruce.”
There’s no point in not letting him in. If Clark really wants to talk to him, he’s going to talk, closed door or not.
Bruce unlatches the lock, before turning away. Clark comes in, slightly hesitant, glancing around the room as if it might have changed somehow in the few hours he’s been away.
Bruce turns away, going into the kitchen. He doesn’t want to look at Clark right now – not while he’s like this. Not while he’s this resplendent, unblemished thing, his Superman suit shining in the winter sunlight, totally invulnerable.
When he is what he’s supposed to be.
Not the fragile, mortal man he’s been the past few weeks. The one that Bruce let himself imagine –
No.
It’s pointless to think like that, so Bruce doesn’t let himself. Instead, he takes out one of his recyclable coffee pods and puts it into the machine, turning it on. It gurgles happily as Clark follows him into the kitchen.
“Bruce, can I talk to you?”
“About?”
Clark’s hesitation is almost audible. “Well, about… last night.”
Bruce looks out over the water, closing his eyes. This is what he’d meant by kindness. He’d told himself he was choosing it – that he was giving Clark something he wanted, something he needed in the moment that it had happened. In the end, however, it wasn’t truly kind. When Clark’s powers returned, and when he was back to being himself again, his vulnerabilities gone, then he’d feel the need to try to put things right with Bruce – by giving him what he thought he’d wanted, Bruce had in fact just been heaping another burden on him.
He knows what Clark is like. He won’t be able to just let this rest. He’ll worry at it, like a dog with a bone, and feel all sorts of obligations Bruce would rather he didn’t.
And of course, Bruce thinks, letting his lip curl a little, there’s the happy coincidence that this thing that Clark wanted while he was in this lost and lonely state was the very same thing that he himself had wanted. And he had taken advantage.
He swallows.
“Is there something to talk about?” he asks, turning back to look at Clark, crossing his arms and leaning back on the counter.
Clark blinks, looking mildly bewildered. “I mean… yes,” he says. “I don’t know why you’re – is this because – is this because we slept together?”
Yes.
“No.”
Clark furrows his brow, looking at him as if he’s a puzzle to be fitted together – the way he so often looks at him.
Bruce shrugs. “You were hurt and vulnerable. I thought you needed it.”
He watches Clark’s Adam’s apple dip as he swallows, the muscles in his jaw clenching. “I – don’t think that’s true.”
He’s wrong, though – it is true, Bruce thinks. It’s the part of the truth that Bruce thinks will be most beneficial for him to hear.
This is what kindness is. It’s telling people what they need to hear. Doing the things that need to be done.
He just shrugs. “All right, then.”
There’s not a lot else to say. What Clark thinks is really immaterial.
“I was there, Bruce, in case you’ve forgotten.” Clark’s voice is quiet. “I know what we did. I know why it happened.”
Bruce doesn’t look at him. He just looks straight over his shoulder, to where the sunlight is on the water, making it shine.
“You’re right. I needed it. But not for the reasons you think I did.”
“Don’t complicate things, Clark,” Bruce says, keeping his voice distant. “It happened. It doesn’t have to mean anything. You can forget about it. I don’t intend to bring it up again.” He politely fails to mention that it’s actually not him who brought it up even this time.
“Bruce, I don’t want to forget about it,” Clark says, his voice rising a little. “Why would you think I – how could –”
This is the problem with Clark. He has to try to put everything right. Even when it can’t be. Even when what he’s trying to fix should not have happened in the first place.
“People do strange things when they’re in strange places,” he says, shrugging. “I get it.”
Clark is staring at him as if he’s talking gibberish. “What? Bruce, I –”
“Trust me when I say I get it, Clark. There’s no need for anything else.”
The coffee machine has finished, so Bruce takes the cup out from under the spout and walks across the kitchen with it. Alfred has laid out the newspapers for him as usual, and he settles at the table, opening the Gazette.
Clark has stayed in the kitchen, and stayed silent. Clark will understand it – maybe not now, but he will. He’s Superman, after all. Just because he let himself slip in a moment of vulnerability doesn’t mean a thing. He has no obligations to Bruce. It’s best that he understands that.
This is kindness.
Bruce doesn’t look up when Clark walks over and sits across from him. He doesn’t say a word until Bruce has finished his coffee, and places the empty cup down on the table.
“Bruce.”
Bruce closes his eyes briefly, before raising them to look Clark in the eye.
“Don’t you think I’m the best judge of what’s best for me?” Clark asks, fixing him with an infinitely reasonable stare. “Even when I don’t have my powers?”
Bruce returns it levelly. “Are you actually asking me that? After everything that’s happened over the past five weeks?”
There’s only a slight shake in his voice. Maybe he should have known Clark would figure it out. He’s not stupid, after all. Self-righteous and interfering and without the first clue when to leave things alone, but not stupid.
“It doesn’t need to be this way, Bruce. It really doesn’t.”
Bruce stares at him. He could say anything right now – it wouldn’t take many words for Clark to see that he has it wrong, and that Bruce’s way is best, actually. He could quite quickly make Clark see all the ways that in fact, it does need to be this way. That Bruce is who he is, and Clark is who he is, and that sooner or later, things will turn sour. He knows it, and he thinks Clark does too, even if it’s buried under all his layers of helpless optimism.
“More to the point,” Clark continues after a moment, “I don’t want it to be this way. And I don’t think you do either.”
Bruce raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you think I’m the best judge of what’s best for me?” he parrots back, adding just enough of a mocking tone that if Clark were literally anyone else he’d be insulted. But because he’s Clark, he just keeps on looking at him steadily, eyes blue and his face – his face looking exactly the same as it did last night, right before Bruce gave in and kissed him.
He can already feel his control loosening again now – and knows that it’s useless to try to get it back.
Clark seems to know it too, and he leans forward, standing slightly to reach out and touch Bruce’s face with his hand. Bruce swallows as his thumb ticks over his cheekbone, and he can feel himself lean into it, despite telling himself he shouldn’t.
“You don’t need me,” he says. His voice is husky, and he honestly didn’t intend for the words to slip out, though they’re out there now.
“Yes, I do.”
Clark’s lips are on his in the next second, warm and soft, and it’s… it’s almost like kissing him last night was. It's sincere and honest and when he’s kissing him like this, Bruce can almost bring himself to believe it. That after all these weeks of running around after Clark, picking him up and dusting him off, forcing him to come and live in his house… Clark might still need him now.
“It won’t be like it was again,” Clark says, and Bruce can hear the slight husk in his voice as he says it. Like he’s almost regretful. For a moment, Bruce sees something flash in his eyes, but it’s gone in an instant. “But it doesn’t have to be… that doesn’t mean it’ll be bad.”
Bruce curls his lip slightly, where it still hovers just above Clark’s. “It couldn’t be nearly as bad as this idea is,” he mutters, unable to help himself.
“Don’t you think we should find that out, instead of just assuming?”
Bruce really does want to tell him no – that this is a terrible idea for truly countless reasons. Too many to name. Far too many.
But as Clark’s lips touch his again, he realises he can’t think of any of them.
Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part twelve p2
(Anonymous) 2016-06-16 06:40 am (UTC)(link)Will you post it on the ao3 or somewhere in full pretty please? Because this definitely needs a reread or two :)
Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part twelve p2
(Anonymous) 2016-06-16 07:36 am (UTC)(link)Thank you again so much -- I'm really flattered you read the whole way through and would read again :DDDDDDDDD
Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part twelve p2
(Anonymous) 2016-06-16 06:44 am (UTC)(link)I have eagerly read every update, and i thank you once again for the fill. I'll definitely keep an eye out on AO3 to comment again whenever it makes it up there.
Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part twelve p2
(Anonymous) 2016-06-16 07:38 am (UTC)(link)I'll pop a link to the AO3 version on the fill post once it's fit to be seen, so keep an eye out and it should appear in the next few days :)
Thanks so much again -- I really appreciate it and am so happy you enjoyed :D
Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part twelve p2
(Anonymous) 2016-06-18 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part twelve p2
(Anonymous) 2016-06-19 02:11 am (UTC)(link)Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part twelve p2
(Anonymous) 2016-06-21 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you so much for writing this whole fill, I enjoyed every part of it. And if you ever find the time to write more Bruce/Clark, I'll be super happy to read that too. :D
Re: Bruce/Clark, depowered!Clark is the biggest damsel in distress - Part twelve p2
(Anonymous) 2016-08-15 11:29 am (UTC)(link)Thank you so much!! I'm SO glad you enjoyed it :D