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DCEU Prompt Post #1
Welcome to Round One of the DCEU Kink Meme!
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FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (12/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-07-31 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)And, uh, sorry this was late. In my defense, I lost track of time yesterday because I took up a DIFFERENT assignment from the OP. ;D
It's strangely easy, being with Bruce.
Clark feels almost bad for being surprised about that. It's just—it seems like it should go wrong somehow, because Clark's doing all this the wrong way: deciding to sleep with Bruce on the spur of the moment like that, only really learning to like him afterward. It's all backwards, and they still aren't even dating or anything.
But Clark's pretty sure they're friends. And if nothing else, he's confident that Bruce likes how he looks, that Bruce enjoys kissing him; that Bruce cares about him, in kind of a weird standoffish Bruce way. It makes him feel sort of guilty, but it's also kind of—freeing, to not worry too much about the rest of it. He keeps meaning to slow down, to take his time with Bruce a little bit more, but Bruce always shifts them up to the higher gears so fast, and once Bruce's hands are in his pants it's kind of hard to come up with any objections. Clark figures they'll get there in a few more weeks, when it isn't still so new and hot and overpowering.
And it's—it makes Clark feel anchored, real. It makes Clark feel alive.
He'd expected Bruce to have something to say about Clark maybe being Superman again. And he'd expected it to be blunt. He just hadn't expected it to be thoughtful, too—he hadn't expected it to be kind.
(They have sex on the floor that time, just inside the balcony door—which Clark manages to think he should be more embarrassed about, except he's got Bruce between his thighs and there's no space for embarrassment.
And then, very shortly, there's no space for thinking either.)
He doesn't want to rush into anything. The first time it hadn't been up to him, not really. Zod had forced the issue: he'd had to step out of the shadows whether he'd wanted to or not, with the fate of the world riding on it.
This time is different, though. He's been thinking about it for days—weeks, to be honest. He'd avoided the news at first, with guilty relief; it had felt petty and selfish to think it, but he'd been having enough trouble saving himself.
Except then things had started to get better. Bruce had happened to him, and the gala, and along the way somewhere he'd stopped having the dreams so often. And then he'd moved back to Metropolis and slotted right back into place at the Planet, and, well. It wasn't like he could keep up that deliberate ignorance when he was working at a paper. He'd started small, just his own assignments; and Perry had either guessed as much or else was trying to be careful with him, because the first few things he'd handed Clark had been human interest, nothing too hard-hitting.
But it had all started to filter back in, a bit at a time. And then he'd caught that headline about Batman.
Nothing major: something about a closed-down LexCorp building, some cutting-edge technology accidentally activated by an electrical fault. Batman caught at the scene, along with a mysterious cloaked figure nobody had gotten a good photo of, possibly the same new superhero who seemed to have moved onto the Metropolis scene after Superman's death—
Clark hadn't been able to stop himself from looking up more about it.
This time, Batman hadn't branded anyone. This time, there were two heroes working together, helping each other; and dying had kind of eclipsed it for a while, but Clark does remember those last ten minutes right beforehand, how good it had felt to not be standing between Earth and destruction alone. Luthor's gone, and Batman seems to actually be giving the concepts of "teamwork" and "not scarring people for life" a fair shake, which is definitely different.
So this time, maybe they can get it right.
Clark wants to try. And—god, it's ridiculous, but Bruce's good opinion, his confidence, his faith—it's like yellow sunlight, it's lit Clark up so far he's stupid with it.
So he waits another day to let the glow fade, until he feels more clearheaded, until he can tell whether the doubt's going to creep back in.
But it doesn't.
As a last-ditch effort to make sure he isn't making a huge mistake, he brings it up with Lois the next time he calls. (When he'd tried to talk to Mom about it, she'd just asked him whether he'd talked to Bruce. He'd explained that he had, and told her what Bruce had said; and she'd smiled to herself, and then looked up and patted Clark's cheek and said, "I think you should listen to him.")
He catches himself holding his breath after he says it—the habits you can pick up from humans, he thinks, and almost laughs.
Except he can't, because on the other end of the line Lois is still worryingly quiet.
And then he hears her suck in a breath, and all at once she says, "Oh, Clark—"
"Lois," he says quickly, but then she laughs and he stops, blinking. "Lois?"
"Oh, god, I can't even tell you how happy I am to hear that," she says, and laughs again. "I know you weren't always sure about being Superman, but you loved helping people so much—you never wanted to even talk about putting the cape away."
Clark scratches at the back of his neck, sheepish, even though Lois can't see him. She had tried to bring it up a couple times, when the press had started getting really bad—
(don't know if it's possible. For you to love me and be you)
—but he'd only ever tried to distract her from it.
"And then since you came back, you just—haven't said a word about it. I didn't think I should push," she adds, and then, confiding, "but I really wanted to, you have no idea. And now look! I didn't even have to. Oh, Clark, I'm so glad."
And she sounds it: her voice through the phone is warm, low and pleased. For a second, Clark opens up, and it's like she's standing right there in the room with him—her heartbeat, steady and sincere, and her breathing, another little half-laugh that's almost inaudible, the swish of her hair as she flicks a stray lock out of her face.
"Your timing's perfect, as usual," she says, and Clark blinks and is back in Metropolis, the sounds of the street outside coming into focus again, Lois at a distance beyond them.
"Oh?"
"I've got something to tell you. Nothing's final yet, but I'm—I'm thinking about it, and it seemed like you should know."
The words by themselves are sort of foreboding, but her tone says more that she's trying to be careful than that anything is really wrong. "Yeah?" Clark prompts.
"Perry wants to keep a foreign correspondent in South Korea for at least another three months," Lois says. "And it doesn't have to be me—he offered me the chance to take a break and come back, he can send someone else here instead."
Clark closes his eyes. "But you want to," he says.
Lois hesitates, just for a beat. "I want to," she agrees. "I've made some great contacts, someone else would be starting from square one with a few of them. And you know I hate not getting the whole story, Smallville."
"I do," Clark says. He grips the phone a little tighter and waits for the desperation to hit him, the clawing squirming unsteady feeling of needing her to take it back—but it doesn't come. It doesn't come. "That's fantastic," he finds himself adding, and he means it without even having to work at it. "That's—Lois, that's wonderful, I'm so happy for you."
"We never said it, but I know I was thinking we would talk when I got back—"
"And we still will," Clark says, "don't worry." He'd never gotten around to the subject of visiting, somehow: and he'd told himself it was because he wasn't sure his powers were back, except that's not true anymore and he still hasn't done it. He'd been afraid, maybe—being told that she was gone had been awful, but still easier than seeing how far behind she'd left him.
But he's not afraid anymore.
"Until then—I'll come see you," he tells her. "Some weekend or something when you're free. Coffee. You can show me around Seoul."
"I think I can pencil you in somewhere," Lois murmurs, fond; and Clark chuckles into the phone and thinks that for all the time he's spent airborne, he's never felt so light.
Once he's hung up with Lois, he calls Mom—she must have the suit, he can't imagine where else it would be.
"Of course!" she says, sounding delighted just to hear him asking. "Of course. I didn't put it away with the rest of your things, it's on the other side of the basement," and he hears the creak of the basement door, a little curse when Mom barks her heel on the top step, before she adds absently, "Batman didn't bring it by until he'd gotten it repaired."
Clark almost drops the phone. "What?"
"Oh—" Mom says, breath catching oddly; and then she clears her throat. "That's right, I didn't tell you. The ship, it's back in Antarctica. Once I understood what had happened, with Mr. Luthor and everything, I asked them if they could get it away from the city before anybody else could try to study it—Batman and Wonder Woman, I mean."
Clark remembers the sword, the shield, that brilliant lasso; and the height's about right, on that cloaked figure from the pictures. He should've guessed. "Is that what they're calling her?"
"She told me it was as good a name as any," Mom says, conversational, a hint of a smile in her voice, like this had happened the last time she'd had Wonder Woman over for brunch. Clark finds himself shaking his head a little in amazement.
"And they did," Clark fills in.
"It got damaged," Mom says, "but it could still fly. And once I—once I cleaned you up, got you out of the suit, Batman took it. I don't know how he got the ship to do it, but he came back with it a week later and the," and then she pauses, breathes slow, so that when she goes on to say, "the hole was gone," it comes out level. "Ah, here it is," she adds, and then there's a scrape, a little grunt of effort, and she sighs.
"Great—thank you," Clark says.
"Of course," Mom tells him, warm. "Come pick it up, you can stay for dinner."
Once he has the suit again, every part of him knows it's only a matter of time. Mom wasn't wrong: the hole is gone. There aren't even any bloodstains, and when Clark pulls a little, testing and twisting, strength applied, he can't feel a weak spot. Whatever Batman did, it worked.
It makes him feel strange, tense, to think of coming face-to-face with Batman again. He should be able to get past this more easily—the day it had happened, he had, because a much bigger problem had been right there bellowing at them and there hadn't been time to waste being petty. And it's been months, even minus the six Clark is missing. He should be over it.
But somehow he isn't—
(it's dark; it's dark and he can't move and he's in something, some kind of box)
(he's under something, Batman's boot, and he can't breathe, can't get away)
(he pushes as hard as he can, but he can't get out)
—quite able to let go. It makes his heart kick up a little just thinking about it, makes his hands clench up 'til his knuckles go white.
Except he's Superman. Superman doesn't hold grudges; Superman works with people who are willing to work with him, because it's worth it if it will help save lives. That's what matters.
He has the suit and he's ready, anticipation vibrating through him all day long like a shiver—and when, on his walk home from the Planet building, he sees four police cars, five, go screaming around a corner, he knows exactly what he's going to do.
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (12/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-01 01:36 am (UTC)(link)Tell me more? ;DDDD /OP
More seriously, don't apologise for any delays, you update so often and your updates are all so amazing, we are incredibly lucky to have you. <3 Clark is being such a sweetheart, the way he thinks about how he's not really doing this the "right" way (well, he is right in so far as there are a lot of reasons why things should go wrong, he just doesn't really know about those reasons yet ;)). Really that entire first bit is so good, how being with Bruce makes Clark feel alive, how Bruce still surprises Clark.
how good it had felt to not be standing between Earth and destruction alone. Luthor's gone, and Batman seems to actually be giving the concepts of "teamwork" and "not scarring people for life" a fair shake, which is definitely different.
This is wonderful. This glimpse at Clark's loneliness pre-BvS, and the second bit about the Bat is hilarious.
He grips the phone a little tighter and waits for the desperation to hit him, the clawing squirming unsteady feeling of needing her to take it back—but it doesn't come.
Oh, Clark. Someone accidentally fell for a certain rich playboy, huh? And eeeeeeeeeh, I love the whole bit about the suit, and the ship! I am so excited for Clark to suit up again so he can Superman around and butt heads with the Bat. :D
(it's dark; it's dark and he can't move and he's in something, some kind of box)
(he's under something, Batman's boot, and he can't breathe, can't get away)
Wow, I absolutely ADORE this juxtaposition. I hadn't made this connection before, about the similarities between those two situations for Clark. And of course he can't quite let it go because nobody could, not even Superman. Because the Bat tried to kill him for no good reason and how could anyone just shrug that off like nothing happened? I am beyond excited for their meeting. You are the best. <3
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (12/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-02 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)/o\ :D Oh, OP, thank you so much - I am lucky to have YOU because without your prompts what would I fill??? WAY FEWER THINGS, I TELL YOU WHAT. And you're so kind, accommodating my obsessive scheduling by being around LIKE ALL THE TIME, I don't think you've missed a part yet and I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. ♥
Clark is being such a sweetheart, the way he thinks about how he's not really doing this the "right" way
:D Haha, thank you! I'm glad Clark's attitude is working for you here, and also the way he thinks about Bruce - I'm so predictable, /o\, but I just really love it when the immensity of Clark's feelings kind of sneaks up on him. OH CLARK
Someone accidentally fell for a certain rich playboy, huh?
What? Who? Clark's not in love with anyone right now! Don't be silly. ;D
I absolutely ADORE this juxtaposition
\\\\\\o////// YAY THANK GOD. :D I really wanted to try to make as much sense as I could out of a Clark who worked with Batman okay on the day of his death but was wary of Batman after coming back to life. And it occurred to me that while he hadn't had time on the day of the fight to be fucked up about his helplessness there, running with the coffin trauma the way I did meant that suddenly in retrospect that aspect of the fight could haunt him a lot more. SO. I'm thrilled that makes sense to you! And so delighted by your excitement, and basically PLEASE LIKE THE NEXT PART OH GOD /o\ ♥ ♥ ♥
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (12/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-01 01:43 am (UTC)(link)Clark is having Batman!Feels, and everything (and nothing) hurts. Weaving his trauma with Batman in to his trauma of being in the box punched me right in the gut (in a very amazing way).
Martha's casual "Batman brought it by" made my whole week. Just wow. Amazing. Thank you nonny. <33333
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (12/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-02 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)Weaving his trauma with Batman in to his trauma of being in the box punched me right in the gut (in a very amazing way)
/o\ :D Aww, thank you so much - this sounds weird to say when you've called it a punch, but I'm so glad! I loved the idea of fitting those situations together the moment it occurred to me, and I'm just delighted it worked for you.
Martha's casual "Batman brought it by" made my whole week
Oh, gosh, I'm repeating myself already, but I'm so glad! ;) Martha and Batman interacting, even if it was only for a minute, was one of my favorite things about the movie, and it's a guilty delight to be complimented for ... shamelessly indulging myself wrt that dynamic. :D So pleased you're enjoying this, anon, thank you!
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (12/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-01 10:28 am (UTC)(link)I CAN'T WAIT FOR SUPERMAN AND BATMAN TO MEET PROPERLY. AND THEN DIANAAAAAAAAAA :DDDDDD
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (12/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-02 10:43 pm (UTC)(link):DDDDDDDDDDDDDD Haha, I'm glad to hear it, anon, because that's definitely going to keep being a thing! I find myself kind of fond of the idea that Clark really tries to hold himself to certain standards as Superman, and sometimes struggles with it. ♥
I CAN'T WAIT FOR SUPERMAN AND BATMAN TO MEET PROPERLY. AND THEN DIANAAAAAAAAAA
:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD OH GOD I ONLY HOPE YOU FIND IT HAS BEEN WORTH THE WAIT