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“Is that everything?”
Bruce was stood in Gotham’s control tower in his full Batman gear, as friend, handler and super genius Barbara Gordon tapped away at her various computers. Bruce had dropped in to go over some recent cases and bring each other up to speed on their findings.
And to bring a bag of pastries and coffee. Babs’ help tax.
“Oh, there was one other thing. It’s nothing serious, just found some people talking trash about Clark. Thought you might want to see?”
Bruce frowned. “Trash? Clark’s a big boy, he can look after himself.”
“Even so…” Bab’s turned her best innocent eyes on Bruce.
Bruce sighed.
“Okay show me.”
Babs moved out of the way enough for Bruce to see the screens. It looked like some crappy forum page, or blog post. Who was wasting their time talking about Clark on a blog?
These people needed to get a life.
Bruce was about to turn away when he spotted another post.
“Oh, yeah. That’s the one I meant.”
He glanced at Babs before turning back to the screen. It was a discussion about Superman, calling him dangerous and a threat to Gotham’s safety, Bruce scoffed.
“Whoever’s written these has never met Clark.”
Clark wasn’t some super dangerous being, he was an idiot.
An oversized dope in fake glasses who slurped his tea and was too warm and star fished in bed.
That’s my star fishing idiot what are they saying about him? How dare they speak that way about the man I love.
Oh God.
“Oh, God.”
Babs frowned, looking between Batman and the screens. “What? What is it?”
“Err, nothing. I have to… go check on the kids.”
“But aren’t they at Dick’s?”
“Well, that’s what I mean. I have to go.” The black cape disappeared around the door despite Bab’s calls for him to return.
“Oh, oh this is not happening.” Bruce mumbled to himself as he jumped the stairs and stomped down the hallway to the street. He pulled out his phone, opening messages to Clark and typing:
“Need to see you”
Bruce blinked and stared at the screen.
“What the fuck am I-“ He quickly typed out another message.
“Never mind.”
Bruce froze for a second before throwing his arms out, cursing silently at the ceiling.
He was clearly going mad; he’d obviously been exposed to some of Crane’s toxins.
“Must have a new one that, makes you think you’re in love with your best friend or something.’
Yeah, that was it, Bruce just needed to get up higher that’s all, into some fresher air.
He crashed through the doors to street level and pulled out his grapple, launching himself to the roof, taking a few big gulps of air as he landed.
Unfortunately, if you were in the business of trying to avoid a now worried meta human with the capacity for flight; a rooftop was number one on the list of bad places to hide.
“B? Are you alright?”
Bruce’s head snapped up to see the descending figure of his best friend, love of his life; like a God gifted to humans to-
Oh Jesus Christ, Bruce. Get a grip!
“I’m fine. What did I tell you about tracking me?”
“No trackers.”
“Then what? Heard my heartbeat? Bit weird.”
Clark held up his hands in a surrender gesture, before pointing a finger at Batman’s belt.
“I could hear your phone ringing.” He said softly, Bruce now spotting the matching gadget in Clark’s other hand, and the familiar ringtone chirping from his belt.
“Oh.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t seem yourself between those pointy ears of yours.”
Clark moved closer and Bruce felt his heart start pounding.
‘Traitor! He’ll hear that!’
Bruce paused his internal fight for a minute when he saw Clark staring at him. “What, what are you doing?”
“Checking you for injuries.” Clark replied, like it was the most casual thing in the world. “Particularly brain injuries.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my brain.” Bruce grumbled. “At least I don’t think. Might’ve been a toxin, or something. One of Crane’s.”
“Scarecrow?” Clark tipped his head back some. “I’m not sensing any toxins about.”
“Well, maybe it’s; one you’re immune to. Only affects… bats.” Bruce finished lamely.
Clark seemed to be holding back a smirk. Bruce didn’t appreciate it. Even if Clark did tend to look very attractive when he smiled.
Not that Bruce had ever noticed. Ever. Shut up!
“Are you having a stress episode?”
“Fucking hell. I might be.”
“What do you want me to do? Here, sit down.”
Bruce sat, flopping on the floor as his cape billowed out around him.
“I don’t know, this hasn’t happened before.”
“You’ve never been stressed before?”
Bruce looked up to deliver a stinging snap back when he noticed Clark had sat down next to him and oh, this was quite nice, wasn’t it? Bit like a date and oh my God.
“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Bruce said instead, holding his head.
“Okay, you’re starting to scare me now.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Alright, who the fuck are you and what have you done with Bruce?”
“What?” Bruce raised his head to see Clark giving him the full Eyebrow of Concern.
“Bruce never apologises. He wouldn’t ever… are you crying?”
“Am i? Oh fuck, I am! Clark what is happening?”
“Alright, that’s it. I’m calling Alfred.”
“No don’t, don’t!”
“Well, should we go back into Barbara?”
“No, God no. She already saw me freak out once.” Bruce was holding onto Clark’s cape now, clutched tightly in one hand. “Just you, I just want you.”
‘Forever. In every way. Please don’t leave me.’
“Okay…” Clark said gently, shifting until he was pressed up against Bruce, caustically wrapping The Bat in his arms. He rested a hand between the ears on Bruce’s cowl as Bruce burrowed into his chest.
“We’ll just… sit here. And try to work out what’s gone wrong.”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Oh FUCK.
“What did you just say?” Clark’s hands stilled as Bruce froze against him.
“…I think I’m in love with you.” Bruce said quietly as a long minute passed.
“Right.” Clark coaxed Bruce’s head back up to see him. “And when did you come to this… revelation?”
“About two minutes before I text you.”
“Oh shit, oh. Okay. So, this is fresh, hence the;”
“Freaking the fuck out, yes. I’m freaking out Clark.”
“Yeah, B. I can see that.”
“I’m going to go throw myself off this roof now.”
“Ah! No, no you’re not!” Clark’s reflexes, being the super great and handsome hero that he is were far faster than Bruce’s and he had the brooding bat pinned in a bear hug in seconds.
“Let me go.”
“Nope.”
“I’m gonna lose it.”
“You’re already losing it.”
“Well I’m… gonna lose it worse.”
“Will you just shut up and let me have my say, please?”
Bruce stopped fighting to raise his head, Clark narrowly missing a pointy ear to the eyeball as he did.
“Your say?”
“Yeah, well. Declarations of love such as this usually warrant a response, do they not?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never said one before. Not…y’know. Romantically, or whatever.”
“Or whatever. You really know how to woo a man.”
“Are you going to say your piece or not?”
Clark smiled, holding Bruce’s head in place by his fake ears. “Oh, I’m not much for words. I was going to show you instead.”
Anything Bruce was about to say in return was lost as the hero’s mouth landed on his own. He definitely did not squeak and had just silenced the voice in his head screaming victory when Clark pulled away.
“Your heart’s beating like crazy.”
“I just had a panic attack and then you kissed me. I think it’s a little confused.”
Clark smiled, running a thumb over Bruce’s bottom lip. “Good confused?”
“I-“ And then Bruce gave up on talking altogether. All but launching himself into Clark’s lap as they kissed desperately.
He was fully settled in Clark’s lap when Bruce came up for air.
And oh, Clark doesn’t have to, does he? Bruce was stashing that potentially horny thought away for another day.
Clark was smiling up from beneath him, a God among men, now a God between Bruce’s thighs. And oh, how he looked like he belonged there, beaming up at The Dark Knight like the brightest Sun.
“Want to take this somewhere more private? I’d like to get my hands on something that isn’t your chin.”
Bruce grinned, running his hands down Clark’s S – clad chest. “Mansions free? Everyone’s out.”
Clark smirked and gave Bruce a single warning of; “Hold on.” Before gathering him up in his arms and shooting off in the direction of the manor.
Dick 🍑 : so, did it work?”
Babs💖 : B ran off in a panic, Clark came to rescue him. They made out on my roof and have now flown off somewhere.
Dick 🍑 : Oh, ew. Less detail
Babs💖 : if you want less details, don’t go back to the mansion.
Dick 🍑 : oh god. What have we done?