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DCEU Prompt Post #1
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FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (6/6)
(Anonymous) 2016-05-02 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)I said this on the previous part but should have saved it for here: thank you SO MUCH to everybody who's been reading this, and to the anons who've left such wonderful, lengthy, incredibly kind comments! ♥ you all, I don't even know what to say. Except, of course, THANK YOU.
And, perhaps, revise that starting summary line to: five ways Bruce said "I love you" without saying it—and the time Clark didn't say it right back at him.
(basically everything he does, despite his best efforts.)
They take Bruce Wayne because they can: because no matter how much he varies the times and the days of his visits, if you stake out the Wayne mausoleum carefully enough, you'll catch him eventually.
Bruce can't even bring himself to regret it. He'd rather be kidnapped now and then than stop visiting his parents. If that's the price, he can accept it.
The worst thing about it isn't that he feels stupid anyway. It isn't that they've clearly been planning this for months, and he somehow missed any chatter. It isn't that they hit him, that they ziptie him; it isn't even that they let him see their faces, which means they aren't planning to let him go after they get whatever they can squeeze out of Lucius Fox for him.
It's that there's nothing he can do about any of it, because he doesn't have his damn suit.
Batman's body armor just isn't the kind of thing Bruce can fit underneath his day-to-day business clothes, not even with extremely expensive custom tailoring. And he'd been thinking of that as a positive, mostly—that kind of thing leaves a paper trail, and if anyone had been looking, that would definitely qualify as a clue connecting him with Batman. Bruce Wayne is as unremarkable as it's possible for a billionaire to be all day long; and then he goes back to the Cave and suits up and becomes Batman. And most of the time, that distinct separation is for the best.
Just not today.
Even without any of his equipment, of course, he's good enough to handle three. Maybe four, if none of them manage to get a decent bead on him with their guns within the first three seconds. But there's nine of them at least, and without grappling lines, batarangs, the armor, it gets harder and harder to come up with a way to pull it off.
Not to mention he'd then be stuck explaining how exactly Bruce Wayne had taken out nine heavily-armed men without dying. Because—maybe for the pressure it'll put on Lucius—these geniuses have already contacted the press.
Which means that without even knowing it, they've trapped him as well as any supervillain could. He's going to have to keep being useless, harmless Bruce Wayne, unless something happens that changes the stakes.
"—and no ransom demand has yet been made," a pleasant newswoman is saying tinnily from the tall one's smartphone screen. "But three images confirmed to be of Bruce Wayne have been released—"
"All right, all right, that's enough," says the blond one, and the tall one obediently shuts off the sound. "We'll give Fox a half-hour to get back to us, like we said, and then—"
The end of the word gets lost in a low pounding sound; the blond one goes silent and glances out the front of the van, further toward the city.
Toward Gotham—toward the docks, toward Metropolis, and toward, Bruce thinks with sudden clarity, the echoes of a goddamn sonic boom.
For a split second, he's so angry he can barely see straight; but he takes a slow breath, lets it out, and then pastes on Bruce Wayne's smug smile. Better start laying the groundwork.
"As much as I'll hate for this little adventure of ours to get cut short, I think that might be my ride."
Superman doesn't waste time: it only takes about thirty more seconds before the sides of the van's roof suddenly dimple inward with a crunch. Blond Guy hits the gas, but it doesn't do any good once the van's wheels lift off the ground. Superman flies them up to a rooftop, balancing the van carefully off one corner of the building, and tells the kidnappers to let Bruce get out or he'll let go. Which is a blatantly empty threat, coming from Superman, but then again they're pretty high up. The kidnappers turn out not to be gambling men.
Bruce grins at Superman sunnily, throws a wink sideways at Blond Guy, and then knee-walks up the slight angle of the van's floor until he can climb out the back. The kidnappers can't see his face anymore, which means it's safe to let it fall into the grim lines Bruce wants to direct at Clark; and the wind up here will snatch the words away before they can hear him say, "You really shouldn't have done this."
"You know, most people are happier to see me," Clark tells him, unfazed. And then he hauls the van safely onto the roof with one hand and reaches around to snap the ziptie around Bruce's wrists with the other.
Naturally, a news helicopter catches the whole thing.
They might still have gotten through it without actually having to talk to the press, except that Clark has to deliver the van to Gordon—and also carefully unscrunch the metal around the doors so they can be opened again. It only makes sense for him to take Bruce with him, so Bruce can provide the police with a statement and agree to file charges; and by the time they get out of the station, there's a crowd of reporters waiting for them.
The photos are going to be a problem all by themselves. And for all that he's one of them, Clark's never understood how to talk to reporters—and Superman's image won't let him brush them off the way Bruce Wayne can, anyway.
Maybe if Bruce just goes. "Thanks for the lift," he tries, and starts pushing away down the station steps; but of course Clark catches his arm, because Clark has never known when to quit.
"Let me take you back to your building," Clark says, earnest.
"That's really not necessary—"
"—you say you're friends with Bruce Wayne, Superman?" rises clear of the hum of questions being thrown at them, and of course that's the one that manages to catch Clark's attention.
"We weren't personally acquainted before today, ma'am," Clark says, which is technically true, and would have been fine if he'd been able to resist adding, "Which is a shame, considering all Mr. Wayne has done for this fine city."
Christ. "You're going to make me blush," Bruce says, in as smarmily dickish a Bruce Wayne tone as he can manage.
But of course the reporter doesn't let it go. "No doubt you're aware of Mr. Wayne's unsavory history with—"
She stops when Clark frowns—and who could blame her? With the suit and the perfect Superman face, it's as sudden and thunderous as the wrath of God; except it's Clark, which makes it more like the gentle, chiding disappointment of God, because He knows you're better than that. "I'm sure you're not suggesting Mr. Wayne should be weighed and measured, ma'am, and that you expect me to find him wanting. Everyone deserves to be saved."
It should be laugh-out-loud trite; but coming from Clark, somehow all it does is silence the questions, the clicking shutters. Only for a second, but that's long enough for Bruce to mutter, "Just get us out of here."
And of course Clark hears it, even if no one else does. "Excuse me, ma'am, but Mr. Wayne has a lot of work to do," and with one more polite smile, Clark catches Bruce around the waist and lifts off.
That's also technically true, but Clark doesn't take him to a Wayne Enterprises office building—he takes Bruce back to the manor grounds instead, though thankfully not to the mausoleum. That wouldn't have helped Bruce keep a level head.
Bruce bears the flight, the close pressure of Clark's arm, with grim resignation, and the second Clark sets him down, he moves away. "You really shouldn't have done that," he says, because apparently Clark didn't hear him the first time.
And it doesn't seem to get through this time, either. Clark just looks at him and says, "Why not?"
"Any association between Bruce Wayne and Superman is dangerous for both of us," Bruce says, and allows himself the over-precise enunciation of an irritated man, because he shouldn't have to spell this out. "Superman and Batman are both part of the League. If you start spending too much time around my civilian identity—"
"I save a lot of people, Bruce," Clark says. "Nobody's used it as a reason to accuse any of them of being Batman so far."
Another technically true thing. "You need to be more careful," Bruce says anyway, because that's also true.
It should make Clark angry, being scolded like that. But it doesn't. Instead he frowns again, crossing his arms, and looks at Bruce; and then he says slowly, "If you don't want to come to Thanksgiving, you don't have to."
It's such a ridiculous thing to say that Bruce almost laughs. Thanksgiving's going to be a mistake, Bruce is well aware of that, but on a solely personal scale. Bruce consciously considered what going into a family home, sitting at a table with Clark and Martha Kent, and eating a holiday dinner would cost him, and decided to agree anyway.
Today's been a mistake on a completely different level.
He shakes his head and then glances up—Clark is still watching him, eyes narrowed, and after a long quiet moment says, "No—no, that's the wrong thing, isn't it?"
"Excuse me?"
"Is it about the reporter?" Clark barrels on. "I'm sorry I had to—I mean, it was the truth, in a way, at least about Superman and Bruce Wayne. If she'd known what she was actually asking, you know I would have said yes."
He says it like that helps, like he thinks that fixes the problem. Bruce can't stop himself from grimacing. "That's the last thing you should be saying in public, Clark."
And Clark looks—Clark looks utterly confused. "What? Why?"
"Why?" Bruce repeats. "Because people respect Superman—"
"Half the press still hates me—"
"—they admire Superman—"
"—and the other half just wants a picture—"
"—and they should," Bruce snaps. "They should. But they can't if he starts spending time around—"
"Around what?" Clark says, when Bruce breaks off. His tone is soft; but his gaze is sharp, inescapable. "Around you?"
Bruce looks away. Clark's talking like that isn't the point of Bruce Wayne—as if he isn't constructed entirely out of unadmirable things, as if he isn't specifically designed to prevent anyone worth respect from respecting him.
"But Batman is all right—is that it?"
"That isn't the same," Bruce says, because it isn't. He'd never have formed any kind of partnership that was just between Batman and Superman—nothing would have kept Superman's motives more questionable than that. The League works because it's not Batman's, because it becomes less about Batman with each new hero they find. That's what makes it viable.
"No," Clark murmurs, "I guess it isn't. He and Superman are both just part of the League. That doesn't make Superman look worse, it makes Superman look better: he's just trying to find a way to work with someone like Batman. But getting too close to Bruce Wayne—that could drag me down. Is that it?"
It's logic. He doesn't need Bruce to tell him he's right. Bruce keeps looking away and doesn't say anything.
"Bruce," Clark says, and then there's a swish of air, of motion—the superspeed, Bruce thinks, and by the time he thinks it Clark already has a hand on his face, fingertips light against his jaw, turning his head.
He's not using the strength at all. Bruce gives in anyway.
"Bruce," Clark repeats, more quietly. "I'm not worried about being dragged down," and his gaze, his tone, are nothing but sober when he adds, very seriously, "I can fly."
For a half-second, Bruce is bewildered; and then all he wants to do is roll his eyes. "For Christ's sake, Clark," he tries to snap, but Clark has already started to laugh, is smiling at him like the sun coming out. Clark isn't listening anymore—if he ever was listening at all.
"I don't care about that," Clark is saying. "I want to be your friend, and I want people to see me doing it." He shakes his head, still halfway to grinning. "I want you to let them understand why I would. I—I want—" and then he cuts himself off, swallowing, and his eyes go wide. The sharp breath he draws says he's just realized how close to Bruce he's standing; his gaze jumps back and forth across Bruce's face once, twice, and then briefly down to Bruce's mouth before leaping hurriedly back up.
It's obviously the first time he's thought about it, or at least the first time it's really come together for him. It should scare him—it still scares Bruce sometimes, when he lets it. But Clark's not Bruce. Clark's Superman, Bruce thinks distantly; he doesn't back down. Not even from things that could destroy him.
"I—I, um," he says instead, uncertain, and then he stops himself again and settles for moving his hand: not just brushing Bruce's jaw anymore, but his fingers sliding into Bruce's hair, his palm warm against Bruce's throat, his thumb just barely touching the corner of Bruce's mouth.
Bruce should step away. If he did, Clark wouldn't stop him—wouldn't dream of it. (He could. Of course he could. He could break Bruce's neck before Bruce even knew what was happening. The only thing that's stopping him—and stopping him where armies, tanks, even nuclear bombs wouldn't be able to—is that it will never occur to him. That even if it did, he'd never do it.)
But Clark's started smiling at him again, slow and warm, almost more than Bruce can stand to look at; and Clark's right there, touching his face, so close and so bright and so unhesitatingly glad. Bruce should stop him, and could—just needs to say any one of a dozen things, casually unleash one of a hundred petty cruelties. Superman's invulnerable, but Clark really, really isn't. It would take a little time to make Clark genuinely hate him again, but it could be done. At the very least, he could get Clark to let go of him, to move away. He could get Clark to stop looking at him like that. (He could make it so Clark never looked at him like that again.) And yet—
And yet Clark—Clark wants Bruce. He as good as said so. And Bruce, God help him, wants to let him.
It's as if Clark can hear him, even though telepathy is maybe the one superpower in the world he doesn't have; Bruce realizes with a jolt that he's murmuring, "Let me—let me," as he moves nearer, as if he can somehow tell what Bruce is fighting with. As if he really does know Bruce that well.
And that thought is terrifying; but not terrifying enough to keep Bruce's hands hanging where they are instead of rising helplessly to Clark's shoulders. Not terrifying enough to keep Bruce from kissing him back.
Re: FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (6/6
(Anonymous) 2016-05-03 01:03 am (UTC)(link)Bruce at the mausoleum! My heart. And I love how incredibly calm Bruce is about being kidnapped, lol, even while he thinks that there's nothing he can do and it doesn't even occur to him yet that anyone will come for him. And then this, oh man:
For a split second, he's so angry he can barely see straight; but he takes a slow breath, lets it out, and then pastes on Bruce Wayne's smug smile. Better start laying the groundwork.
"As much as I'll hate for this little adventure of ours to get cut short, I think that might be my ride."
I love Bruce's initial reaction being ANGER that he has to be saved, but he immediately remembers to play his part. And I love taht detail of Clark not actually being good at talking to reporters, aw.
Christ. "You're going to make me blush," Bruce says, in as smarmily dickish a Bruce Wayne tone as he can manage.
Public!Bruce is the worst, I love it. :D And wow, WOW, this is just perfect:
She stops when Clark frowns—and who could blame her? With the suit and the perfect Superman face, it's as sudden and thunderous as the wrath of God; except it's Clark, which makes it more like the gentle, chiding disappointment of God, because He knows you're better than that. "I'm sure you're not suggesting Mr. Wayne should be weighed and measured, ma'am, and that you expect me to find him wanting. Everyone deserves to be saved."
Both the descriptions of Clark's frown and what he actually says, wow, just, perfect Clark characterisation. ALSO CLARK CARRYING BRUCE WHILE FLYING. :DDD
Bruce is so perfectly paranoid and Clark is having none of it. Aaaaaah, and this, this, my HEART! Bruce consciously considered what going into a family home, sitting at a table with Clark and Martha Kent, and eating a holiday dinner would cost him, and decided to agree anyway.
Bruuuuuuuce! Of course it'd all but rip him to pieces and he still agreed to gooo.
Clark's talking like that isn't the point of Bruce Wayne—as if he isn't constructed entirely out of unadmirable things, as if he isn't specifically designed to prevent anyone worth respect from respecting him.
Yesssssssssss, identity porn stuff. I am so in love with the whole theme of Bruce Wayne's perfectly designed, crafted public persona.
He's not using the strength at all. Bruce gives in anyway.
"Bruce," Clark repeats, more quietly. "I'm not worried about being dragged down," and his gaze, his tone, are nothing but sober when he adds, very seriously, "I can fly."
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW TO ALL OF THIS. And Clark is so cute and silly and adorable.
But Clark's not Bruce. Clark's Superman, Bruce thinks distantly; he doesn't back down. Not even from things that could destroy him.
I'M QUOTING EVERYTHING, I'M SORRY. I'm terrible at pretending that I hate this. ;) This is so beautiful. ALSO THERE'S THROAT TOUCHING WHICH IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING EVER. And then the ending, Bruce thinking about how he could make Clark stop by being cruel, how he could make Clark hate him ... and he doesn't. Go, Bruce, you were not an idiot for once. :D AND THEN THE KISS, I AM DEAD.
Anon, I love you so much for writing this wonderful fic. Gave me feels from start to finish and was more than I ever could have hoped for for this prompt. I absolutely wouldn't object to a different version of the ending either, but this is perfect as it is. <333 Thank you so, so much. I hope you will write many more things for this fandom because I adore how you write these two, you're a gift.
Re: FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (6/6
(Anonymous) 2016-05-03 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)I'm so, so glad to hear it - not that I wanted to put you on the spot or anything, oops. But there's nothing like posting the conclusion to a multi-part thing people have been waiting to see get finished (!) to make me second-guess myself about whether what I've written is ACTUALLY a good ending. /o\ So thank you/sorry you didn't hate it. :D
I just COULD NOT RESIST damseling Bruce a little, once it occurred to me that it could be done just by having enough people paying attention (oh, look, identity issues creeping back in! SURPRISE). So I'm especially glad that part worked for you. And Clark! (My thought process while writing that exchange with the reporter: "Is this too OTT-earnest? ... NOT FOR THIS CLARK.") :D My only regret is that I couldn't make it a full-on princess carry, since Bruce is conscious and all. /o\ ALAS.
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW TO ALL OF THIS
\o/ YAY THANK GOD. That exchange of dialogue is one of the very first things I wrote down when I started planning this fill, and I went back and forth A LOT about whether it was REALLY a good idea or I was just so in love with it that I WANTED it to be a good idea when it wasn't. BUT YOU LIKED IT AND EVERYTHING IS RAINBOWS \o/
Go, Bruce, you were not an idiot for once
:D He let himself maybe be happy! GOOD JOB, BRUCE. WELL DONE.
Thank you so, so much for your encouragement on every single part of this, I'm so pleased and amazed and glad, and everybody on this kinkmeme has been so great! I LOVE EVERYONE IN THIS BAR. There are absolutely several more prompts I've got my eye on here, and I hope you enjoy every fill I manage to write for any of them as much as you enjoyed this one. ♥ ♥ ♥ no u!
Re: FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (6/6
(Anonymous) 2016-05-03 06:27 am (UTC)(link)Like every sentence I had to set away to remind myself to breathe because the anticipation and excitement were so high.
I actually think my heart stopped at I CAN FLY. I might truly be dead--dead but so damn happy and thankful for this fill. I can't even quote my favorite parts cuz it would end up being ALL OF IT.
I so hope you get tons of ideas and continue writing these two because your writing is so ADDICTING. I think you could write about these two sharpening pencils and it would still be so in character and witty and sweet but pining and just wonderful that I would read it repeatedly. Thank you so much for sharing!
('I CAN FLY'. I will probably be randomly saying that these next few days, grinning ear to ear and falling to the ground. I'm actually getting a little teary eyed just thinking about how much I LOVE THAT LINE. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. GAHHHHH)
Re: FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (6/6
(Anonymous) 2016-05-03 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)I just can't even tell you how delighted I am - that exchange (as I mentioned in a comment above) and that line in particular is one of the very first things I wrote down while outlining this fill, and I wrote basically the whole other ten thousand words with this scene in the back of my head, just waiting for its turn. That it hit you so hard and worked for you so well is just, I, WHAT ARE WORDS. It's GREAT and SO SO SATISFYING and basically I too am dead. /o\
Thank you so, so much for reading this, and for leaving such wonderful comments on it! This fandom has been so incredibly awesome to me and I want to write ALL THE THINGS, and I hope that when I do you'll like them all just as much, because you are great and should get to enjoy things. ♥ THANK YOU.
Re: FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (6/6
(Anonymous) 2016-05-03 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)The end of the word gets lost in a low pounding sound;
Clark doesn't even hesitate a millisecond, just hones in on Bruce's heartbeat (that he'd recognize and find anywhere, oh) and BOOM! :DDDDD (WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BRUCE!!! HOW DARE!!!)
the grim lines Bruce wants to direct at Clark; and the wind up here will snatch the words away before they can hear him say, "You really shouldn't have done this."
"You know, most people are happier to see me," Clark tells him, unfazed.
I love this! Bruce being his usual gloom and doom Bruce, Clark not letting that faze him, giving back some sass, oh yesssssssss.
She stops when Clark frowns—and who could blame her? With the suit and the perfect Superman face, it's as sudden and thunderous as the wrath of God; except it's Clark, which makes it more like the gentle, chiding disappointment of God, because He knows you're better than that
YES YES YES! Perfect Clark moment, made even more perfect by Bruce's interpretation oh dear Bruce, I LOVE HIS TORMENTED FEELINGS ABOUT HIM BEING SO ROTTEN AND CROOKED AND CLARK BEING SO GOOD AND PURE AND OH, HE'LL JUST DRAG HIM DOWN
LIKE HE DOES, HE SIMPLY MUSTN'T.Like, that is so. I just. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Bruce being darker and willing to do what has to be done no matter the price
to his souland believing that makes him less, like with that comics line ~"deep down Clark's a good man, I'm not" not realizing that him thinking that about himself and being so determined to preserve Clark's goodness makes him a good guy (OR GOOD HAS JUST BECOME MEANINGLESS OKAY°CLARK TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THE FUCK BRUCE IS MAD, TESTING DIFFERENT HYPOTHESIS.
Bruce bears the flight, the close pressure of Clark's arm, with grim resignation, and the second Clark sets him down, he moves away.
EXCUSE ME, like. Bruce is so fucking intent on denying himself the good things in life that hurts me on a very personal level!!!
It's such a ridiculous thing to say that Bruce almost laughs. Thanksgiving's going to be a mistake, Bruce is well aware of that, but on a solely personal scale. Bruce consciously considered what going into a family home, sitting at a table with Clark and Martha Kent, and eating a holiday dinner would cost him, and decided to agree anyway.
OH, BRUCE.
"Is it about the reporter?" Clark barrels on. "I'm sorry I had to—I mean, it was the truth, in a way, at least about Superman and Bruce Wayne. If she'd known what she was actually asking, you know I would have said yes."
I didn't even get until the 2nd reading that this was about Clark denying being friends with Bruce and worrying that's upset Bruce and now I'm all DDDDDDD:
"Around what?" Clark says, when Bruce breaks off. His tone is soft; but his gaze is sharp, inescapable. "Around you?"
Utterly love this, Clark seeing through him, so gently but unfailingly getting through Bruce's barriers, oh.
He's not using the strength at all. Bruce gives in anyway.
*small mewling sound*
"I want you to let them understand why I would. I—I want—" and then he cuts himself off, swallowing, and his eyes go wide. The sharp breath he draws says he's just realized how close to Bruce he's standing; his gaze jumps back and forth across Bruce's face once, twice, and then briefly down to Bruce's mouth before leaping hurriedly back up.
It's obviously the first time he's thought about it, or at least the first time it's really come together for him. It should scare him—it still scares Bruce sometimes, when he lets it. But Clark's not Bruce. Clark's Superman, Bruce thinks distantly; he doesn't back down. Not even from things that could destroy him.
YES, YESSSS, Clark thinks it's a travesty that the world doesn't get to see Bruce the way *he* sees him, how good and amazing and dedicated that incredible man is. The rest of this passage is so beautiful it hurts, I know it defeats the purpose of quoting when you quote the whole damn fic but that is just soooooo beautiful <333
*nonnie bravely stops herself from quoting all the fic from there on down*Ah, fuck it.The way it happens, so tender and loving, and hot (hngghhhh yes, shoulders clutching, hair carding, thumb brushing mouth, yes YES), the way Bruce's inner voice is so tempted to not let it happen but then doesn't, but then doesn't.
But Clark's started smiling at him again, slow and warm, almost more than Bruce can stand to look at; and Clark's right there, touching his face, so close and so bright and so unhesitatingly glad.
*muffled sobbing*
He could get Clark to stop looking at him like that. (He could make it so Clark never looked at him like that again.) And yet—
And yet Clark—Clark wants Bruce. He as good as said so. And Bruce, God help him, wants to let him.
as if he can somehow tell what Bruce is fighting with. As if he really does know Bruce that well.
And that thought is terrifying; but not terrifying enough to keep Bruce's hands hanging where they are instead of rising helplessly to Clark's shoulders. Not terrifying enough to keep Bruce from kissing him back.
Nonnie, nonnie, nonnie, how I LOVE YOU. Clearly if this is toothrotting fluff I don't mind, and I know I'm not one to talk about being wordy but dear Lord, please drown me in words as much as you want, any time you want. Pretty please :D
Re: FILL: coming up these steps to you; Bruce/Clark, saying "I love you" without ever saying it (6/6
(Anonymous) 2016-05-03 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)I LOVE HIS TORMENTED FEELINGS ABOUT HIM BEING SO ROTTEN AND CROOKED AND CLARK BEING SO GOOD AND PURE AND OH, HE'LL JUST DRAG HIM DOWN
:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD YES. YES, THAT IS A 1000% ACCURATE SUMMARY OF MY BRUCE FEELINGS.
CLARK TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THE FUCK BRUCE IS MAD, TESTING DIFFERENT HYPOTHESIS
HE'S GETTING THERE, OKAY. HE'S GOING TO LEARN HOW TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE HELL BRUCE'S PROBLEM IS AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT, NO MATTER HOW LONG IT TAKES.
I didn't even get until the 2nd reading that this was about Clark denying being friends with Bruce
I just can't believe you already read it twice! /o\
the way Bruce's inner voice is so tempted to not let it happen but then doesn't
:D Honestly one of my favorite things about writing Bruce is how him grudgingly deciding to allow a nice thing to happen to him genuinely qualifies as character development that needs to be built up to. BRUCE. YOU RIDICULOUS MAN.
please drown me in words as much as you want
ONE DAY YOU MAY REGRET THATAs you wish. :D Thank you for every single part of this comment, nonny, and all your other comments, and for every wordy word. ♥ I feel like I lucked into this fandom and this kinkmeme (almost didn't bother going to BvS in theaters! WHAT A FOOL I NEARLY WAS) and I'm just so, so grateful.