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DCEU Prompt Post #1
Welcome to Round One of the DCEU Kink Meme!
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FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (4/6)
(Anonymous) 2016-05-01 03:19 am (UTC)(link)trust.
Clark is the first one on the scene.
He's not the fastest hero in the League anymore, not since they recruited Barry, but Barry's still outside with Diana. The Scarecrow's locked up, they're certain of that, which means this is some kind of copycat group; and Barry and the lasso are a pretty good combination for crowd control, when people are scared out of their minds by things that aren't real. They'd all agreed that Clark should be the one to go in—that he could find Batman the fastest, that any leftover chemical compounds still contaminating the building were least likely to affect him.
It's just a warehouse up top, but a maze of basement levels have been built underneath—as if the place needed to be creepier, Clark thinks. A quick scan shows him stairs, pipes, railings, doorknobs; and then there, down there, skeletons in a room, four standing and one strapped to a table—except a restraint has given way, a fist is flying out—
Clark speeds down through the warren of cement. And he does it carefully, sure, because who knows what else is stored down here? If he breaks down a wall with the wrong vat of chemicals on the other side, he could cause an even worse problem than the one they're solving. But he's still inhumanly fast.
In the end, it takes him the span of five blows landing to reach the room: he knows that because he hears them fall. He also hears the thuds, a crack of bone, a bitten-off cry; and then he's there, he tears the door open—
There are four people on the ground.
Clark pauses to listen, and they've all got heartbeats, steady and regular, so they should be all right for the moment. He swaps back to x-ray for a second, and yes, the fifth skeleton is still here—beyond an open door, at the other end of the room, and the head is blazing a familiar opaque white: the lead lining in Batman's cowl.
And Batman's heartbeat—Clark frowns. For a second he can't find it, even though it should be just as easy to hear as the others. And then he realizes it's because he's accidentally ignored it. He's discounted everything that's not the steady low pulse he's used to; but there's four heartbeats that belong to the unconscious people on the floor, and a fifth—
A fifth that's pounding out a hurried staccato, at least twice as fast as Clark was expecting. Clark glances at the metal table, the torn restraints, and then at the floor. There's one empty syringe still rotating slowly where it toppled, and another, half-full, cracked and leaking onto the cement.
They've already dosed him. Whatever's affecting the mob outside was aerosolized; either this is something else, probably worse, or it's the same thing but refined, concentrated by the injection.
Fantastic.
Clark crosses the room, carefully stepping over the unconscious bodies on the floor, and the closer he gets the easier it is to tell how wrong everything is. Even setting the heartrate aside, Batman's breath is coming in ragged gasps; and the last thing Clark ever thought he'd hear in Batman's growling voice is this desperate wild muttering: "—can't breathe, I can't breathe—"
"Batman," Clark says cautiously, but Batman doesn't seem to hear him—he reaches the doorway and Batman's still facing half away from him, the line of his shoulders tight as wire and singing with tension.
"—God, I can't breathe—"
In the end Clark doesn't even have time to look away before the cowl comes off.
Well, he could've done it with the speed, but only if he'd known it was coming. Only if he'd expected it. And Batman is always so careful. It takes Clark a second to even figure out what Batman's doing—it's so uncharacteristic, the way his hand scrabbles for the back of his head, the way his arm is shaking.
And then Batman's fingers clench, and in one sharp tug the cowl's just gone; and even from the side, Clark knows that face.
"Bruce," Clark says blankly.
For a moment, it's like everything stands still—and maybe it does, maybe Clark's brain is just as capable of superspeed as the rest of him. He stares at Bruce Wayne's face over Batman's body armor and it's almost disorienting, double vision: Bruce Wayne leveling a kryptonite spear in Clark's face? Batman at Clark's grave with flowers? Wayne in some pinstriped suit with a flute of champagne, leaning over a bomb—Batman at a club in Metropolis, smiling and loose and knocking over Clark's drink—
Except Batman had been there, Clark thinks. Wayne had knocked the drink over—because Batman had seen Tony Gallo put something in it. And it hadn't quite been Wayne in the car afterward, Clark had noticed that even at the time; but it hadn't quite been Batman either.
So maybe—maybe that's not the right way to think about it. Maybe he's not looking at one or the other.
"Bruce," Clark says again, deliberate, and this time Bruce hears it.
He whirls around like Clark's surprised him, and now Clark can see why he took the cowl off one-handed—the other hand has a knife in it, something he must have taken off one of the people who was holding him. And he's pointing it at Clark.
That would be enough all by itself to tell Clark how bad it is: Batman would never try to hold off Superman with a knife. But he looks—Jesus, he looks terrible. He's pale, sweating, blinking too much; he keeps squeezing his eyes shut, shaking his head in tight sideways jerks, and the hand with the knife in it is trembling just as badly as his other arm was.
"Don't—don't," Bruce says sharply, and then shuts his eyes again and swallows. His voice sounds strange and ragged without Batman's modulated microphone—though the part where he's drugged out of his mind probably isn't helping him steady it. "Stay where you are—"
"It's just me, Bruce," Clark tries.
Bruce opens his eyes again and blinks once, twice, shakes his head in that odd sharp way. "Superman," he murmurs, and doesn't lower the knife.
Clark takes one step forward, and then another. There's no reason not to. That knife can't hurt him, and they really need to get out of here before anybody else sees Batman with his cowl off.
"Stop," Bruce says, loud again.
Another step. "Bruce—"
"Stop," Bruce says, and then for a moment it's like his mind clears: his gaze turns focused, almost normal for Batman, and flicks from Clark's face to the House of El insignia—
And then Bruce neatly flips the knife in his hand, and presses the edge against his own throat.
Clark freezes where he is.
Even superspeed won't help now—if he startles Bruce too badly, if he's not quite fast enough—
He can't take the chance. All he can do is stand there and watch Bruce, who's swallowing twice, quick; whose eyes have wandered off to one side of Clark to—to something that isn't there, Clark thinks, heart sinking, but Bruce is staring at that patch of nothing with a horrified kind of fascination.
And then Bruce screws his eyes shut again, weird and deliberate. Does he—does he know he's hallucinating? Does he think he's hallucinating Clark, too?
"Bruce, it's me," Clark says, which is stupid but he can't think of anything else. Is there anything that could be convincing? Anything Bruce's own mind couldn't be making up? Telling Bruce a secret he doesn't already know won't make a difference if Bruce can't confirm it independently. And telling Bruce anything he does already know is pointless.
But Bruce, of course, is ten steps ahead of him. "Hit me," Bruce says.
Clark blinks. "What?"
"Hit me," Bruce repeats. "If you're real, you can. Whatever they gave me is—" He breaks off, jerking his head again; he's still breathing in near-gasps, his heart is still hammering away in Clark's ears, but he keeps his eyes shut and Clark can see him setting it aside, forcing himself to concentrate. "You can knock me out, take me somewhere and restrain me properly until it wears off. But I can't—you have to—"
"You have to lower the knife," Clark says, as gently as he can.
That makes Bruce open his eyes; and he's still blinking furiously, but he looks at Clark's face this time, not off to either side. "What?"
Clark hesitates. Bruce is trying his hardest to be rational about this, but underneath that the drug is doing what it was designed for. He's terrified. And the knife is the only thing he has to help him control that, the only thing that's making him feel like he can defend himself from what he's seeing. Asking him to set it down is—well. Stupid, if Clark's talking to Batman; and almost cruel besides, if you add in Bruce. But if there's any way to just—to just get him to move it away from himself, just for an instant— "I'm not going to risk it, Bruce, I can't. You have to lower the knife."
Bruce stares at him silently. His jaw works, and for an instant he wavers the wrong way: a thin red line appears under the blade, one drop of blood sliding down the side of his throat.
And then he closes his eyes, bites his lip, and lets go of the knife; and before it can even hit the ground, Clark's got a thumb at Bruce's neck. A squeeze, and Bruce goes limp.
Clark carefully puts the cowl back on before he carries Bruce outside.
Re: FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (4/6
(Anonymous) 2016-05-01 03:48 am (UTC)(link)And drfgdfogndfgdf THE REVEAL. I love identity porn reveals. Clark trying to put things together. And wow, I love how you write drugged Bruce desperately trying to make sense of things, to fight the drug, to figure out what's going on. All those physical descriptions are great. (And I really need to know what exactly Bruce was hallucinating in that moment. :D)
And Clark is so beautifully worried about him. Though my favourite thing has to be Clark's concern with Bruce's secret identity, worrying about getting him out of there in time, and that image of Clark putting the cowl back on, my heart. <3333
Please tell me we're also getting the aftermath to this? Bruce waking up and some conversation about Clark knowing who he is? Or does Bruce forget that Clark knows once the drug wears off? So many possibilities. :D
Re: FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (4/6
(Anonymous) 2016-05-02 12:47 am (UTC)(link)/o\ I'm so glad! I didn't really intend for that to become such a big part of this fill, but it kind of had to once I turned it into a subplot (oops), so I'm delighted it works instead of dragging the whole thing off track. :D And drugged Bruce is, yeah, a little too much fun to torment. (When he looks at Clark? Probably between blinks he's getting red-eyed nightmare!Clark. When he looked off to the side? ... I'm thinking Jason Todd. /o\)
:D It's probably a liiiiittle too easy to tell that I REALLY love Clark being careful with Bruce when Bruce won't be careful with himself. /o\ (LIKE, I REALLY LOVE IT.)
And no worries, anon, we are - though not without a little more of Bruce pushing Clark away in between, because ... well, Bruce. :D
Re: FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (4/6
(Anonymous) 2016-05-02 01:32 am (UTC)(link)OH MY GOD, WHY??? DO YOU HATE ME? DO YOU JUST WANT ME TO CRY ALL NIGHT?
Re: FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (4/6
(Anonymous) 2016-05-02 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)BWAHAHAHAHAHA
Re: FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (4/6
(Anonymous) 2016-05-01 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)*retreats to a dark corner where she deals with her feels by continuing to scream incoherently*
Re: FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (4/6
(Anonymous) 2016-05-02 12:48 am (UTC)(link)/not all that sorry, let's face it :D