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“You didn’t make Ultra-Humanite go down this path, Superman.” Bruce reassures. He knows knows Clark — knows that he shoulders responsibility where it isn’t his to carry. “The best we can do now is…” Clark stops him from speaking any further with a touch to his shoulder, turning Bruce around to face him. Clark slides his hand up to the jawline of the cowl, his thumb resting just along the mouth opening. Clark’s other hand doing the same as he softly places a kiss to Bruce’s lips.
The detective was stunned. For a man who has always made it a point to know everything, he had no idea what to do right now. All the while Clark was hearing out for his heartbeat. How it skipped a few beats when he kissed him, and he heard his breath hitch just moments before their lips connected. He pulls away, slowly, but not too slow where Bruce would be uncomfortable. Bruce’s eyes remained closed, his breathing slightly labored. “Sorry.” Clark whispers, his breath fanning over Bruce’s lips and cheeks.
Bruce couldn’t speak. Every thought — every word that he tried to verbalize would just fade when it got to the tip of his tongue. Instead, he just did what he felt he needed to do.
He reaches forward, grabbing Clark’s cape and pulls him closer, closing the remaining gap between them. Clark looked over Bruce’s face, awaiting some kind of reaction. But all Bruce did was open his eyes to look at him, then letting them fall to his lips. For Clark, that was enough, but he still proceeded to lean in slowly to make sure it was okay. That this was okay. Bruce tilted his head, leaning in to meet Clark halfway and their lips connect again.
Clark furrows his eyebrows as his eyes burn with tears. He was overwhelmed with everything that had happened with Ultra-Humanite and seeing Bruce become an atomic bomb…it was too much he wasn’t prepared for. He was afraid. Afraid he’d lose someone so important to him, afraid that he couldn’t get Bruce’s hint in time about the explosive implanted inside of him.
As the kiss grew more passionate, Clark clung to Bruce tighter. His hands gripping onto the piece of amor he was given from Ultra-Humanite and ripping it from Bruce’s shoulders and leaving him in just his Batman suit, but causing the front piece of the armor to fall between them.
Bruce pulled away, his hands resting on Clark’s torso. “Clark.” He says, with his ‘Bruce Wayne’ voice.
Clark doesn’t respond. He drops his hands and Bruce does the same. He was breathing a little heavily, trying to catch his breath while looking at clark with worry. “Clark?” He speaks again, this time in question, hoping to get his attention.
“I’m sorry…” Clark’s voice trembles and he pauses for a moment until he could trust his voice again. “If I hurt you, I’m sorry.” Bruce stepped forward, sighing.
“This wasn’t your fault, Clark.” He reassures again. “We’ve done what we always do…we won.”
“You could’ve-”
“I didn’t.” Clark looks Bruce in the eyes again, seeing the seriousness behind them. “I didn’t.” He repeats. Clark nods, and Bruce gently grasps his face in his gloved hands to kiss him again. Clark nearly melts into him, holding him close and kissing him passionately.
This time without worry, without any interruption. Just them.