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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 (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-02 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)... Yeah, I was full of shit. :D So please continue to enjoy me making things up, cribbing trivia off the DC Wiki, and indulging my own worst storytelling impulses, because there's probably going to be at least another 20k of this to get through. \o?
It's almost like the city wants to help Clark find his feet: after two blocks he realizes what direction he's headed in, and sure enough, the cop cars are joining up with a perimeter the police have established around the good old First Metropolitan Bank. Clark had stopped—oh, it had to have been at least three or four attempted robberies there, before he'd died. He practically had a routine.
He focuses his hearing past the crowd forming outside the barriers, the gasps and cries of, "It's Superman"—and he tries not to let himself get distracted. (They sound so glad to see him. They—they wanted him back.)
There have to be at least twenty thieves: well-organized gang, but then anybody who tries to take on the First Metropolitan typically has some kind of plan in mind. There's someone else inside, too, someone with a cape swishing after them, who hits hard but isn't killing—and, catching up to them, someone heavier, moving a little more sneakily, who looses grappling lines at things with soft thunks.
Batman. Batman and this Wonder Woman, and they probably don't need Superman's help today, but it's as good a time as any for them to learn he's alive.
The two of them work well together. Which isn't a surprise, if they've been fighting crime alongside each other the whole time Clark was dead, and it's nice to think Metropolis has been able to rely on them while Clark was gone. By the time he's caught up to them, half the thieves are down—automatic weapons fire is rattling harmlessly off Wonder Woman's gauntlets, until a shadow sweeps by overhead; a hiss of cable, and then the guns involved suddenly leap from their owners' hands. Clark takes the opportunity to walk up and smack both shooters into the wall beside them. Not through it or anything—just hard enough to knock the breath out of them, to make them slide to the floor and want to stay there.
And it's enough: they notice. Wonder Woman's wearing a hooded cloak, and Clark can't pick out her features—at least not without an effort that seems impolite if she's trying to keep her identity secret. But she turns to look at him and then away, and he catches the barest curve of a smiling mouth in the play of shadows over her face. And Batman—
Batman drops from the corner of the ceiling, entirely opposite where Clark had seen him last. For a split second, Clark's mindless—he feels himself start to move, so fast he must be blurring, every inch of him ready to grab that dark shape coming at him and slam it through the floor—
But he catches himself in time, reins it in. It's not necessary. Everything's fine. Nobody's trying to kill him right now.
(At least not yet.)
And Batman's not swinging at him, it turns out, but past him: a third shooter in black had been coming up behind Clark. Batman catches her in the midsection with those boots—
(cold hard pressure, suffocating, Clark's throat closing up helplessly underneath it, no air)
—and she's smashed backward into the wall with perfect precision, just enough to drop her. Clark takes a look, and her skull's not even cracked.
"Thanks," he makes himself say, even though she couldn't actually have hurt him.
Batman drops to the floor, the cable he swung on winding itself back up with a little zipping sound. He looks at Clark from under that cowl for a long moment, silent; and then he turns away, toward the sound of Wonder Woman making someone wish they'd just stayed in bed.
Well. He's just as talkative and friendly as Clark remembers. Nice to know some things haven't changed.
It only takes about three more minutes to neutralize the rest of the thieves, and the police and SWAT have already started moving in from the perimeter. Clark sets one more unconscious criminal down carefully next to the others, and then suddenly Wonder Woman's at his shoulder.
"Meet us on the roof," she murmurs, hand warm for just a moment on his shoulder, and then with a swish of that cloak, she's gone.
He waits a moment, listening, until his ears find the scrape of Batman's gloves against stone—he doesn't want Batman to surprise him again. This is supposed to be a new beginning; if Clark startles a second time and punches Batman off the side of the First Metropolitan, it's going to be a problem.
Even if it would also only be fair, considering Batman tried to kill him.
But Superman doesn't hold grudges. Superman is generous—Superman forgives.
(Superman doesn't have nightmares. Superman isn't afraid.)
He lets them get to the roof first: it seems appropriate. It's their turf now, in a way, and he's the new guy. He doesn't land until they're ready, waiting for him.
His feet touch down, and for a moment the two of them just look at him. And then Wonder Woman says, "Superman," pleased and—and almost familiar? Where else has Clark heard that voice, besides the day—?
She lifts one armored hand and pushes the hood back, down, to settle on her shoulders; and Clark's so surprised he can feel the impassive Superman face he's been using give way—it's just Clark Kent in a funny suit who ends up staring at Diana Prince on the roof of the First Metropolitan.
He manages to quit gaping after a second, and darts a sidelong glance at Batman—
"He knows," Diana says.
Which means it's okay for Clark to burst out with, "Diana. You—" and then, all at once, he remembers what she said. "Were in Metropolis on the day of the battle."
"Just so," Diana agrees, the slant of her mouth gently amused. And then the smile slides away: she looks at him seriously, soberly, eyes clear. "I apologize. The gala was—not the right place to talk about it."
"Of course," Clark says, "I understand." And he does—what is the right place, the right moment, to say you don't recognize me, but I watched you die once? If anything, he should be apologizing right back at her. But he'd only seen her that day for a few minutes, hair down, shield up, armored and dignified and focused. At the gala she'd looked so different—but she'd held herself the same way, Clark thinks. She has the same face. He should have known the moment he saw her smile.
And he'd met her at the gala at all because—
"Does Bruce know?" he says.
Batman doesn't move; but there's a—a shift around him or in him, just at the edge of Clark's perception—something about the way he was breathing, maybe, or some other sound that should have been inaudible, except Clark didn't close the hearing all the way back down earlier.
Diana's face changes, too, something wry in the flat press of her lips. "Yes," she says, "Bruce knows."
Which makes sense, of course: he'd been there with Mom, after all. Batman had come for her, and she'd clearly talked to Wonder Woman, too—probably right afterward, and Bruce must still have been around for that part. No wonder he'd introduced them, Clark thinks, and abruptly wants to laugh. He must've gotten a kick out of that, knowing he was watching Superman and Wonder Woman clink glasses. The jackass.
Clark clears his throat. "And you—work together," he says. He does his best not to let it come out dubious (new beginning, new beginning). But he can't stop himself from shooting Batman another quick sharp look, and he's pretty sure Batman clocks it.
"We do," Diana says. "There are more out there like us, Superman, and it's our hope that we can—forge an alliance. A group of heroes, stronger together than any one of us would be alone. A ... Justice League."
The name's so—so blunt, so baldfaced, it ought to sound stupid; and probably it would, coming from anybody else. But Diana, with her chin high, her gaze steady, the light of sunset pouring red-gold across her face and casting her all in bronze and fire, larger than life—she says it and it sounds real, like a promise. She says it and it sounds like truth.
"And we'd be glad to have you join us," she concludes. "If you wish."
Us. Clark finds his gaze cutting sideways again. It all sounds too kind for Batman, doesn't it? Vowing cooperation, working hand-in-hand to save the day—a coward, Bruce had said, swooping around in the dark. And what could a man like that want with other heroes?
(—with his foot on Clark's throat, mask for a face, digging in with that kryptonite edge like he wants Clark in pain, wants Clark to die hurting—)
(—and Clark can't stop him—Clark can't move, Clark can't get out—)
But Mom's alive because of him. That has to count for something.
"And you agreed to this," he says to Batman, testing. To the concept in general—to asking Superman to be a part of it.
Batman stares at him for a long moment, unbending. "Yes," he says at last, in that low flat growl.
Very enlightening.
"You don't have to join the League to get our help," Diana says after a moment, "if you should find that you need it. You'll have our cooperation no matter what you decide. There are circumstances that could lead to the League raising arms against Superman," she admits, and Clark feels himself tense up all over—"as I hope the League would raise arms against me, were I to be controlled by an entity that wished to use me to do harm, or to otherwise act against my own chosen purpose in this world."
"Fair enough," Clark tells her.
"There will be no unilateral action taken against you," Diana promises; and then she tilts her head and smiles at him. "We won't try to kill you without talking to you about it first."
Clark can't help it: he grins. "Better terms than anybody else is offering," he says, and then looks at Batman. "And you agreed to that, too?"
"Yes," Batman says—right away this time, much faster than Clark had been expecting, and then he looks out over the street: straight into the sinking sun, light spilling all over him, as far out of the shadows as Clark has ever seen him. "Yes."
Clark looks at him, and then at Diana, and doesn't ask for time to think about it. He doesn't let himself. He trusts Diana, and—and he can learn to trust Batman, surely. If the League's going to have any chance of succeeding, then he needs to try, and he's Superman. He can't do less than his best.
"All right," he says. "Okay. You're—we're—a League of three, now."
Diana beams at him, brilliant, and reaches out to take his hand, just like she had at the gala. And Batman—
Batman looks at him silently. If he's got an expression on his face, Clark can't tell at all with the cowl in the way, everything but the mouth and chin covered. But he nods. And then he crosses half the roof in a rush, steps so quiet Clark has to bring the hearing back up a little bit to catch them; crouches down to get a hand on the stone edge; and drops away, out of sight.
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-03 02:02 am (UTC)(link)Nonny, you've just told us it's going to be Christmas for 20k more words. Good lord, this is a happy day. 8D
I have to do a quick blow-by-blow, because I was just endlessly fist-pumping through this scene.
Batman drops from the corner of the ceiling, entirely opposite where Clark had seen him last. For a split second, Clark's mindless—he feels himself start to move, so fast he must be blurring, every inch of him ready to grab that dark shape coming at him and slam it through the floor—
Hot damn, YES, GET HIM SUPERMAN. Oh wait, shit, no. Don't Superman. DO. NOT. GET. HIM. D: D: D: D:
"And you agreed to this," he says to Batman, testing.
I love how Superman wants to get everyone's opinion, have everyone speak for themselves. IT'S SO SUPERMAN IT HURTS, I LOVE IT. And I love the kernel of incredulousness behind it, because BATMAN. That's what Clark's brain is telling him. "BECAUSE BATMAN."
"Yes," Batman says—right away this time, much faster than Clark had been expecting,
Oh Bruce. <3333333
(Superman, this is Batman's way of saying "you're so awesome, I like you very much, please be on my team. We can be super-friends!" But translated through the Bat. I can't wait for Clark's Bat-to-English translator gets some fine-tuning. 8D)
"Okay. You're—we're—a League of three, now."
TRINITY, HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL YES NONNY.
If he's got an expression on his face, Clark can't tell at all with the cowl in the way, everything but the mouth and chin covered.
Bruce is silently freaking out. YAY, he is thinking. SHIT IT JUST GOT 100000% HARDER TO KEEP MY SECRET IDENTITY, he is also thinking. I WILL HAVE TO STICK TO MONOSYLLABIC ANSWERS IN ORDER TO AVOID DETECTION, might have been his third thought.
(Bruce, you beautiful bastard. I love how you write him, love it nonny. He's so protectively curled up around himself in this scene, I can imagine him retreating into his cape--or in this case, the night itself. My heart, nonny, my heart. <333333)
THANK YOU. Wow. I am looking forward to 20k more of identity!porn funtimes. <33333333
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-04 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)/o\ :D I ONLY HOPE YOU STILL FEEL THAT WAY 20K WORDS FROM NOW. ♥
More seriously, thank you so so much for your enthusiasm for all of this, anon! I am ESPECIALLY glad the Trinity interactions worked for you, hot damn, because there actually wasn't all that much to work off of in the movie - I'm doing my best to extrapolate based on how I see the three of them, and so. stoked. to think it's working! \o/
wait, shit, no. Don't Superman. DO. NOT. GET. HIM
:DDDDDDDDDDDDDD
And I love the kernel of incredulousness behind it, because BATMAN
:D Haha, thank you! I admit it, I just LOVE wallowing in Clark's thoughts about how little he knows about Batman/how little he understands Batman, when he's been getting to know Bruce all this time. /o\ GOD IDENTITY PORN IS SO FUN
TRINITY, HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL YES NONNY
\o/ Man, I enjoyed writing this scene SO MUCH, and I'm just delighted to think it's even a fraction as enjoyable to read!
YAY, he is thinking. SHIT IT JUST GOT 100000% HARDER TO KEEP MY SECRET IDENTITY, he is also thinking
Yyyyyyyyep. :D And gosh, thank you EVEN MORE for your words about Bruce - after so much practice writing Clark in the fake dating fill, it would have been SO EASY to mess Bruce up, going in and out of his POV like this. D: That he's working for you here and that you feel like you can get a handle on where he is in his head through Clark's observations even when Clark can't is like. ALL THE FISTPUMPS IN THE WORLD. BOOYAH.
♥ ♥ ♥
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-03 09:30 am (UTC)(link)OH, BRUCE, BB, Y MUST U BE LIKE THAT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA >:D
Clark is too good for this world, he really is <3333
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-04 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-03 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)he can learn to trust Batman, surely
He said three words to you and they're all 'yes', Clark! That's a very positive start! :P
Clark's emotional reactions to the Bat though, and the flashbacks. Ugh, poor darling. And god, Bruce, I can practically taste how excrutiating this is for him already, haha.
I can't wait to see how this all shakes out, it's gonna be so goooood. Thank you for sharing your beautiful writing with us. <3333
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-04 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)That's a very positive start!
:D IT COULD CERTAINLY HAVE BEEN WORSE.
In all earnest, though, thank you so much for all of this, anon! I'm glad Clark's headspace here makes sense to you, and that you're looking forward to Bruce angst (because yes, oh boy). And thank you so so very much for your confidence in me! /o\ It's such a gesture of trust from all of you to keep investing your time and energy in this fill and I can't tell you how much I appreciate it - I hope more than anything that you are satisfied in the end that it wasn't wasted. ♥
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-03 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)I absolutely loved Diana in this, you write her so beautifully, and it works so well how she does all the talking while Batman just kind of stares at Supes. So I feel a bit bad for looking forward to them meeting without Diana around to mediate so they actually have to talk to each other (maybe Diana can go have tea with Alfred in the meantime ;)).
I adore all of Clark's brief flashbacks, how much seeing Bruce freaks him out to the point where he actually loses control for a moment.
Well. He's just as talkative and friendly as Clark remembers. Nice to know some things haven't changed.
True that. ;D I really love the contrast between Bruce's and Diana's demeanour here.
But Superman doesn't hold grudges. Superman is generous—Superman forgives.
(Superman doesn't have nightmares. Superman isn't afraid.)
Oh, Claaaaaaark. I love me some Clark angst.
No wonder he'd introduced them, Clark thinks, and abruptly wants to laugh. He must've gotten a kick out of that, knowing he was watching Superman and Wonder Woman clink glasses. The jackass.
Haha, oh Clark, you have no idea. ;D This is beautiful.
The name's so—so blunt, so baldfaced, it ought to sound stupid; and probably it would, coming from anybody else. But Diana, with her chin high, her gaze steady, the light of sunset pouring red-gold across her face and casting her all in bronze and fire, larger than life—she says it and it sounds real, like a promise. She says it and it sounds like truth.
Dianaaaaaaaaaaaaa. <3
(—with his foot on Clark's throat, mask for a face, digging in with that kryptonite edge like he wants Clark in pain, wants Clark to die hurting—)
(—and Clark can't stop him—Clark can't move, Clark can't get out—)
But Mom's alive because of him. That has to count for something.
God, this breaks my heart. Clark's nightmares and fear and his pain and yet he's still trying so hard to be fair and forgiving.
Seriously, this was amazing, I love all three of them so much, and I cannot wait for the Bat to be forced to say more than "yes" to Superman, haha. :D You are the beeeeeeeeeeest (and of course I'm always here for you and your glorious updates ;D). /OP
Re: FILL: as to which may be the true; Bruce/Clark, identity porn (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-08-04 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)I feel a bit bad for looking forward to them meeting without Diana around to mediate so they actually have to talk to each other (maybe Diana can go have tea with Alfred in the meantime ;))
Haha, I figured we'd work our way up to that! But I'm so glad you're looking forward to it, OP, and that you enjoyed Diana's portion of this. She's a nice breath of fresh air in the midst of all this Bruce and Clark POV flailing around, I think. ;D (And yes, meanwhile in the background I have no doubt she and Alfred have been quietly circling each other via tea and fast cars! ♥)
Oh, Claaaaaaark. I love me some Clark angst
:D I'm glad! This ... is probably not the last of it, lbr.
Haha, oh Clark, you have no idea. ;D This is beautiful
:DDDDDDDDDDDDD Oh, man, OP, I'm so glad you liked this - on the one hand it's so unabashedly on the nose, haha, and yet on the other hand it really did seem like the natural place to go! CAN YOU TELL I AM ENJOYING MYSELF YET
/o\ Whatever, you know how to scroll if you're sick of hearing this from me: THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH. You are so kindly embracing everything I throw at you in these ridiculous long-ass fills even when it means I take approximately TEN MILLION YEARS to really get to the heart of your prompts, and it's just such a joy (AND A RELIEF, I ADMIT) to hear every time how much you're liking this. ♥ ♥ ♥ YOU'RE THE BEST, THE END