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Bruce had never had a lot of friends. He never really needed them.
Living in Gotham City where his family was the richest in the city and the 9th richest in the world, nobody he ever met actually liked him for who he was instead of what was in his parents pockets.
Gotham prep was full of rich kids who were all constantly bragging about whose parents had the most money and power. He was the most popular kid by default because the next richest kid in the school's family wasn’t even in the top 70 richest people in the world.
Since he first started attending school, every kid wanted to be his friend. They wanted to see his house and be able to go with him to lunches with congress to discuss Wayne Industries funding some government program or another and dinners with the winners of the Super Bowl that his parents regularly funded and thus got to attend.
It was maddening knowing that all the people who were obsessed with him now wouldn’t pay him any mind if his parents didn’t have as much money and influence as they did now.
When his parents died, it became even worse because now everything that was theirs was his. It wasn’t Martha and Thomas Wayne's fortune, it was Bruce’s fortune. Wayne Industries was no longer run by Thomas but by Bruce.
Everyone was coming up to him only weeks after his parents died and telling him that their parents wanted a share of the company or to buy one of the more profitable buildings outside of Gotham to “help take a load off his shoulder”.
Alfred took one look at him after his first day back at school since the funeral and decided that they needed a vacation. So he packed up the car, wrote a note to the school, and set off in a random direction.
They drove for days, occasionally stopping for food and breaks at hotels. As they went, Bruce sat in the back seat staring out the window wondering how this could possibly be beneficial to him.
That feeling was only multiplied when he heard the engine on the car start to sputter and Alfred pulled to the side of whatever mostly empty road they were on. “What’s going on Alfred?” Bruce asked when he heard Alfred sigh and smack the wheel.
“Well Master Bruce, it seems the engine has given up on us,” Alfred replied, getting out of the car and popping the hood. He took a long look at it before grabbing his tool box and digging in.
Bruce sighed as he leaned back in the seat and watched the world through his window. If he remembered correctly, they had last passed a “Welcome to Smallville, Kansas” sign before pulling over. The population count hadn’t been more than a few hundred so he figured it was a small town where not many people would recognize him or his family name. The journey had been long and seemingly pointless, and now they were stuck on the side of the road in a seemingly forgotten town. Bruce's frustration grew, and he watched as Alfred tinkered with the car's engine.
As Alfred delved into his work, a sudden presence at the window drew Bruce's attention. A young boy, around his own age, stood there with an earnest smile. The boy had dark hair and glasses, an unassuming appearance that seemed at odds with the circumstances.
"Hi there," the boy chirped, his voice laced with curiosity.
Bruce raised an eyebrow, unsure how to respond. He gave a polite nod and muttered a reserved "Hi" in return.
The boy's smile widened, seemingly undeterred by Bruce's reserved demeanor. "Car trouble?"
Bruce sighed and leaned his head back against the seat. "Yeah, the engine stalled. Alfred's trying to fix it."
The boy's eyes sparkled with interest. "Alfred? Is that your grandpa?"
Bruce shook his head. "No, he's... like a butler."
The boy's expression shifted from curiosity to mild surprise. "Wow, a butler? That sounds fancy."
"It's not as glamorous as it sounds," Bruce replied, a trace of bitterness creeping into his voice. “Especially when he’s also your guardian.”
The boy's smile didn't waver, and he gestured towards the car. "Well, since you're stuck here, want to come do something fun with me? I was playing baseball before I saw you."
Bruce was taken aback. No one had ever approached him like this before. He glanced at Alfred, who seemed to be engrossed in his work. The idea of doing something "fun" felt foreign to him, but he found himself nodding slowly.
"Sure, why not."
The boy's grin lit up his face. "Great! I'm Clark, by the way."
As they walked away from the car, Bruce felt a mix of uncertainty and a strange sense of relief. Clark led him to a makeshift baseball diamond where a few other kids were playing. Bruce watched the game for a moment, feeling out of place among the farm kids and their laughter.
"Hey, wanna play?" Clark's voice pulled Bruce out of his thoughts.
Bruce hesitated, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces around him. But something in Clark's genuine enthusiasm urged him to give it a shot. "Yeah, okay."
As Bruce took his position on the field, he couldn't help but feel awkward and out of his element. He had never played baseball before, never had the time or inclination to engage in such activities. The other kids seemed to notice his uncertainty, and some exchanged amused glances.
Clark, however, remained undeterred. He showed Bruce the basics of holding the bat and explained the rules of the game in a patient and friendly manner. Despite himself, Bruce began to feel a flicker of interest as he swung the bat and hit the ball.
Sure, his first few attempts were rather lackluster, but Clark's encouraging cheers pushed him to keep trying. With each swing, Bruce felt a growing determination to improve, to prove to himself that he could overcome even this simple challenge.
As the game continued, Bruce's hits improved, and he even managed to make it to a base or two. Clark's cheers of excitement echoed in his ears, and for the first time in a long while, Bruce felt a genuine sense of accomplishment.
As the sun began to set, the game came to an end. Bruce's shirt was stained with dirt and sweat, and his hair was a mess, but he couldn't help but smile. Clark's genuine friendliness had brought him a sense of belonging he hadn't experienced in a long time.
"Thanks for playing, Bruce!" Clark's voice was full of enthusiasm as they walked back towards the car.
Bruce nodded, a small smile still lingering on his lips. "Yeah, thanks for showing me how to play."
As they reached the car, Alfred looked up from his work and offered a warm smile at the sight of Bruce's disheveled appearance.
"Did you have a good time, Master Bruce?"
Bruce glanced at Clark and then back at Alfred, the weight of his family's legacy and his own complicated life momentarily lifted. With a genuine grin, he answered, "Yeah, I did."
It didn’t take long after that for Alfred to get the car going and they were off on the road again. It didn’t occur to Bruce until much later that he didn’t have a way to stay in contact with Clark.
When they were back at the manor a couple of weeks later, Alfred sat him down and asked him about the trip.
“Is there any place in particular you’d like to visit again? Or one that particularly stood out to you?” he wondered as he poured Bruce some tea.
Bruce hummed as he thought for a second. “Well, I really liked Metropolis. The people were a bit more friendly than I’m used to, but the city was beautiful.”
“Mhm. What else?” Alfred asked, knowing that there was more. He could hear it in Bruce's tone.
“Well,” Bruce started stirring his tea, a nervous habit he picked up from Alfred when he was younger, “I wouldn’t mind going back to smallville.”
“Smallville?” Alfred asked, trying to remember which town that was and encouraging Bruce to elaborate.
“The town we broke down in,” he clarified. “I think I might have made… a friend.”
Alfred smiled softly at the boy. “Very well, Master Bruce. We shall take a trip up there during your spring break.”
Bruce smiled back, the first genuine smile he’d shown Alfred in a while. “I can’t wait.”
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Spring Break couldn’t come soon enough. Bruce had been eagerly counting down the days, his excitement growing with each passing moment. He had been looking forward to the break from school, but more than that, he was eager to revisit Smallville and hopefully see his newfound friend, Clark, once again.
As the break approached, Bruce found himself packing his bags with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He wondered if Clark would remember him, if he even really thought of them as friends.
Alfred watched as Bruce meticulously organized his belongings. "Excited, are we?"
Bruce looked up, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I guess I am."
The journey back to Smallville was filled with anticipation. Bruce stared out the window, lost in thought as the landscape changed from the urban sprawl of Gotham to the more serene countryside. He had never been one for road trips, but this one felt different. He couldn’t help but be excited.
When they finally arrived in Smallville, Bruce's heart raced with a mix of anxiety and excitement. The town hadn't changed much since their last visit, and Bruce wondered if Clark would even recognize him. After all, they had only really talked for a few hours.
They drove through the town until Bruce spotted the park where they had played baseball. He nudged Alfred. "Stop here, please."
Alfred pulled over, and Bruce stepped out of the car, taking in the familiar surroundings. He scanned the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of Clark. He thought about how he didn’t really think this through. What were the chances Clark came back to this particular field to play baseball today of all days. Just as he was about to give up, a familiar figure with dark hair and glasses caught his eye.
"Hey!" Clark's voice rang out, his face breaking into a wide grin as he approached Bruce.
"Hey!" Bruce replied, his nerves dissipating as he met Clark's friendly gaze.
As they exchanged greetings, Alfred stepped out of the car as well, catching Clark's attention. Bruce introduced Clark to Alfred, and the two engaged in a polite conversation. It turned out that Clark's parents were nearby, and they offered to meet Alfred and Bruce.
Before long, the two groups were engaged in a friendly discussion, and Clark's parents extended an unexpected invitation. "Why don't you both come over to our farm? We have plenty of space, and it would be great to get to know the person my son has told us so much about."
Alfred exchanged a glance with Bruce, and after a moment's hesitation, Bruce nodded. "That sounds great. Thank you."
The Kent family's farm was a picturesque retreat, surrounded by fields and open skies. As Alfred and Bruce settled into their accommodations, they were struck by the warmth and hospitality of their hosts.
Over the next few days, Bruce and Alfred immersed themselves in the daily life of the farm. They helped with chores, learned about farming techniques, and even tried their hand at some basic tasks. It was a stark departure from Bruce's usual routines, and he found himself embracing the simplicity and beauty of it all.
One clear night, the night right before Bruce had to go back to Gotham, he and Clark found themselves outside, gazing up at the stars. The sky was vast and dotted with countless twinkling lights, a stark contrast to the city lights Bruce was accustomed to.
Bruce's gaze was drawn upwards, and he sighed softly. "You know, we can't really see the stars like this back in Gotham. The buildings and the pollution block most of it."
Clark nodded in understanding, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, I can imagine. A lot of what we hear about Gotham is the crime, the politics, and the pollution. It's one of the things that makes me grateful to live here, no offense. The sky feels so open."
Bruce looked at Clark, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Can you point out any constellations?"
A playful smile lit up Clark's face, and he began to trace imaginary lines between the stars. "Sure! See those three bright stars over there? That's Orion's Belt. And over there, that's the Big Dipper. Oh, and that cluster of stars is the Pleiades."
As Clark continued to point out constellations, Bruce listened intently, his fascination growing with each new discovery. He had never paid much attention to the stars before, too preoccupied with the pressures of his own life. But in this moment, under the vast expanse of the night sky, he felt a sense of wonder he had long forgotten. Maybe he could convince Alfred to let him build an observatory.
"Wow, I never knew there was so much to see up there," Bruce mused, a genuine smile forming on his lips.
Clark turned to him with a grin. "It's like a whole other world, isn't it?"
Bruce nodded, his gaze still fixed on the stars. "Yeah, it is. Thanks for showing me."
Clark's smile was warm and genuine. "Anytime, Bruce."
They were called back in soon after to clean up and get to bed. Bruce left the next day, this time having exchanged house numbers so they could call as often as possible and having addresses to be able to write letters back and forth.
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As time went on, Bruce found himself spending almost as much time in Smallville as he did in Gotham. He found that he loved to tease Clark about his southern accent and tendencies while Clark loved to tease him about his city mannerisms.
Their friendship deepened, and they shared their hopes, dreams, and fears with each other. But as they reached the age of 10, Bruce began to notice something different about Clark. It was subtle at first, just a faint sense that something had changed.
Bruce observed how Clark moved – his steps were lighter, almost as if he was trying to work against gravity to stay on the ground. He also noticed that Clark seemed to handle objects with more caution, almost like he was trying to control his strength. It was as if Clark was deliberately dimming himself to fit in with everyone else.
One day, as they were walking through the woods near the Kent farm, Bruce couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer. "Clark, is something bothering you? You've been acting a bit... different."
Clark's expression shifted, his eyes flickering with surprise. "What do you mean, Bruce?"
Bruce hesitated for a moment before speaking his mind. "It's just... you move differently now. And you're more careful with things, like you're trying to hold back. Is something wrong?"
Clark's gaze dropped to the ground, and he seemed to struggle with his response. "It's nothing, really. Just... going through some changes, I guess."
Bruce wasn't convinced. He had known Clark for a while now, and this change in behavior was too noticeable to ignore. In a sudden and unexpected move, he reached for a nearby tree branch and swiftly swung it towards Clark's head.
The branch struck Clark with a dull thud, but instead of the reaction Bruce expected – surprise, maybe even pain – Clark remained unfazed. The branch, on the other hand, snapped clean in half from the force of the impact.
Clark's eyes widened, and he looked at the broken branch in his hand before turning to Bruce. "What was that for?"
Bruce met Clark's gaze with a determined expression. "You're stronger than you let on. Stronger than anyone. Why do you hide it?"
Clark's surprise turned to guarded confusion, and he quickly shrugged off Bruce's words. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just... normal."
Bruce wasn't buying it. He could see through the façade, and he wasn't one to back down from a challenge. "Oh really? So, you're saying you didn't notice the branch breaking just now?"
Clark hesitated, his gaze shifting away. "I... I guess I didn't realize how hard you swung it."
Bruce sighed, frustration creeping into his voice. "Clark, you're my friend. I know when something's off. You can trust me."
Clark glanced back at Bruce, his expression a mix of uncertainty and apprehension. "Bruce, I can't explain it right now. It's complicated."
Bruce met Clark's gaze with unwavering determination. "Try me."
After a moment of silence, Clark's shoulders slumped, and he sighed. "Fine. But you have to promise not to tell anyone, not even Alfred."
Bruce nodded, understanding the weight of the trust Clark was placing in him.
Taking a deep breath, Clark began to speak, his words halting and cautious. "Bruce, I'm not exactly from Earth. I have these... abilities, powers. Super strength, speed, even the ability to fly. But my parents and I agreed that I shouldn't show them to anyone else. People can be mean to things that are different, and they might be scared of me. I don't want them to be scared."
There was a moment of silence as Bruce processed Clark's words. The truth was more than he had expected, and yet somehow, it made sense. It explained the odd behavior he had noticed, the way Clark seemed to hold back and move with caution.
Clark looked at Bruce, a mix of vulnerability and anxiety in his eyes. "Are you scared of me now?"
Bruce's initial reaction surprised even himself. Instead of fear or uncertainty, he felt a sense of awe. He met Clark's gaze with a genuine smile. "Actually, I think it's really cool."
Clark's expression shifted from apprehension to relief, and a small smile tugged at his lips. "Really?"
Bruce nodded. "Yeah. I mean, sure, it's different, but it's also incredible. And besides, you're still the same Clark I've gotten to know and like."
Clark's smile grew, and the tension seemed to lift from his shoulders. "Thanks, Bruce. I was really worried about how you'd react."
Bruce nudged him playfully. "Well, don't worry too much. I won't tell anyone, and I won't be scared off that easily."
Clark chuckled, his relief evident in his eyes. "I'm glad. Thanks for understanding."
Bruce gave him a side hug. It was awkward since Bruce didn’t like hugs much but Clark did and he thought Clark could use some comfort right now. “Always.”
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Bruce didn’t get a chance to visit again for another few months. It was fall and there weren’t many chores to do on the farm except feed the animals and rake the leaves so they finished pretty quickly. Instead of going to play baseball like they usually did, Bruce came to Clark with a strange request.
"Hey, Clark," Bruce began, a hint of excitement in his voice.
Clark looked up from the book he was reading, a curious expression on his face. "Hey, Bruce. What's up?"
Bruce's grin widened. "I was wondering if you could take me flying."
Clark's eyes widened, surprise evident in his features. "Flying? Are you serious?"
Bruce nodded, his enthusiasm evident. "Yeah, I mean, you have this incredible ability, and I've always thought flying would be amazing. Plus, how many people get the chance to fly with their best friend? It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Clark hesitated, a mixture of nervousness and uncertainty in his eyes. "Bruce, I'm not sure. I haven't fully figured out how to control it yet. What if something goes wrong?"
Bruce's expression softened, and he stepped closer to Clark. "I trust you, Clark. I know you won't let anything happen to me. And besides, this is a chance for you to practice and get better at it. It's not like you're going to drop me."
Clark chewed his lip, his gaze flickering between Bruce and the ground. "I just... I don't want to hurt you, Bruce."
Bruce placed a reassuring hand on Clark's shoulder. "I know you won't. And think about it – if you can't control your powers even around me, then how will you control them around other people in the future? This is a way to learn and grow."
Clark's shoulders relaxed slightly, and he met Bruce's gaze with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. "You're right. It's just... I've never done this before."
Bruce's grin returned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "That's what makes it an adventure, right? And think about how cool it would be to fly without a plane or anything. Just you and the open sky."
Clark chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You really have a way of making everything sound exciting."
Bruce smirked. "It's a talent. Now, are you in or not?"
Clark hesitated for a moment longer before nodding. "Okay, fine. But we'll start slow, just in case."
Bruce's grin widened, and he clapped Clark on the back. "Deal! Let's go."
They made their way to an open field, away from any structures or people. Clark took a deep breath, his nervousness evident in the way his hands fidgeted. Bruce stood beside him, his own excitement barely contained.
"Ready?" Clark asked, his voice a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.
Bruce nodded, his grin unwavering. "Ready as I'll ever be."
With a determined look, Clark took a step back and then launched himself into the air. The sight was awe-inspiring – the way he effortlessly lifted off the ground, defying gravity itself. He hovered in the air for a moment, adjusting his balance before floating down to the ground.
Bruce's eyes were wide with wonder as he watched Clark descend. "That was amazing!"
Clark landed with a soft thud, his cheeks tinged with a hint of embarrassment. "It's not that impressive, really."
Bruce rolled his eyes, playfully shoving Clark's shoulder. "Oh please, it's incredibly impressive. Now, are you going to take me flying or what?"
Clark let out a nervous chuckle, his gaze meeting Bruce's. "Okay, hold on tight."
Bruce obeyed, gripping Clark's arm tightly. With a sudden burst of power, Clark lifted them both off the ground. The sensation was unlike anything Bruce had ever experienced – the wind rushing past him, the ground receding beneath them.
As they soared higher, Bruce couldn't help but let out a joyful laugh. "This is amazing, Clark! I can't believe you can do this!"
Clark's nervousness seemed to melt away as he watched Bruce's excitement. "I told you it was cool."
Bruce glanced down, taking in the patchwork of fields and trees below. "You're not just cool, Clark. You're incredible. To think you've had this power all along..."
Clark's smile was bright, his confidence growing with each passing moment. "I'm still learning, but I'm getting better."
Bruce looked at him, affection and admiration evident in his eyes. "You know, I always thought you were special, Clark. But this... this takes it to a whole new level."
Clark's cheeks turned slightly pink, his gaze dropping to the ground. "Thanks, Bruce. I'm really glad you're okay with all of this."
Bruce smirked, his grip on Clark's arm tightening. "Hey, you're my best friend. It's my duty to support you in all your incredible endeavors."
They continued to fly, soaring through the sky, embracing the freedom that came with it. As they dipped and soared, Clark's confidence grew, and Bruce's excitement was infectious.
"See, I knew you could do it," Bruce teased, his voice lighthearted.
Clark chuckled, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of happiness and contentment. "Yeah, well, maybe I had a feeling too.”
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Winter had settled over Smallville, bringing with it a blanket of snow that covered the Kent farm in a pristine white layer. Bruce and Clark found themselves in the barn once again, engaged in another training session. The air was crisp and the only sounds were the occasional rustle of hay and the lowing of the cows outside.
Bruce watched as Clark attempted to lift a wooden beam, his brow furrowing in concentration. The beam creaked under his touch, but it remained steadfast on the ground. Bruce crossed his arms, a hint of impatience in his voice. "Come on, Clark, you're stronger than that. Focus."
Clark grunted, his face red with effort as he tried again. This time, the beam lifted slightly off the ground before crashing back down. He let out a frustrated sigh and looked at Bruce. "It's not as easy as it looks, you know."
Bruce's expression softened just a touch. "I know, but that's why we're here. You need to learn control. You can't let your emotions dictate your strength."
Clark nodded, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "I'm trying, Bruce. I really am."
Bruce stepped closer, his voice gentle yet firm. "I know you are, Clark. But you can't let frustration get the best of you. Take a deep breath, focus on what you're trying to achieve, and go for it."
Clark took a moment to compose himself, his eyes locking onto the beam in front of him. With a deep breath, he reached out, his hands hovering over the wood. This time, he channeled his energy with more precision, the beam lifting off the ground steadily. A small smile of accomplishment curved his lips.
Bruce nodded in approval. "Good. Now, let's see if you can set it down gently."
Clark's brow furrowed as he slowly lowered the beam, his muscles trembling slightly with the effort. He managed to set it down without causing any damage, a sense of satisfaction blooming within him.
Bruce offered a rare smile, a glint of pride in his eyes. "See? Progress."
Clark grinned back, the camaraderie between them stronger than ever. "Thanks, Bruce. I appreciate your patience."
Bruce shrugged, his tough exterior softening slightly. "You're my friend, Clark. I'm not going to give up on you."
As the training session continued, Bruce pushed Clark further, encouraging him to tap into his potential. Since it was winter and all the animals had been moved to a more insulated barn, the old one became a makeshift gym, and they went through a series of exercises designed to challenge Clark's strength and control. Bruce's guidance was relentless but well-intentioned, and Clark's determination matched his friend's tenacity.
Hours later, they found themselves sitting on a stack of hay bales, catching their breath. Clark wiped his brow, a mixture of exhaustion and accomplishment in his eyes. "You know, sometimes I wonder why I put myself through this."
Bruce chuckled, his tone teasing. "Because you want to be able to lift cars like it's nothing, remember?"
Clark rolled his eyes, playfully nudging Bruce's shoulder. "Right, right. Silly me."
They lapsed into comfortable silence, the sounds of the farm outside providing a soothing backdrop. The bond between them had grown deeper over the years, a testament to the friendship they had. Despite their differences and the challenges they faced, they always found a way to support each other.
Bruce's voice broke the silence, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. "You know, Clark, I'm not always the easiest person to be around. Alfred and my therapist say that I can be closed off and brooding. Thanks for hanging out with me."
Clark turned to him, a warm smile on his lips. "You don’t have to thank me for that, Bruce. I can be a bit too naive and eager sometimes. But that's what makes us work. We balance each other out."
Bruce met Clark's gaze, his usual stoicism giving way to a rare openness. "I guess you're right. Alfred says you have a way of breaking through my defenses."
Clark nudged him playfully. "It's a superpower of mine."
They both chuckled, the moment of vulnerability passing as they settled back into their usual dynamic. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows in the barn, they stood up, ready to call it a day.
"Same time next week?" Bruce asked, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
Clark grinned back. "Absolutely. But only if you promise to work on your humor. It's in desperate need of improvement."
Bruce feigned offense, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, you're in for it next week, Kent."
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Spring had arrived, bringing with it a burst of vibrant colors and a sense of renewal. Bruce and Clark found themselves in a new restaurant in Smallville, their surroundings a stark contrast to the familiar barn they had spent so much time in. The atmosphere was lively, the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation filling the air.
As they perused the menus, Clark's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "You know, Bruce, I heard about this place from Lois Lane."
Bruce raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Lois Lane? Do tell."
Clark grinned, his cheeks slightly flushed. "She's a girl from my class. She’s an exchange student from Metropolis and she’s here for the rest of the month. She's really smart and passionate about journalism. And I have to admit, she's pretty."
Bruce smirked, his teasing tone evident. "Ah, young love. So, tell me more about this Lois Lane."
Clark rolled his eyes playfully. "Come on, Bruce. Don't be like that."
Bruce chuckled, putting up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. I'm listening. Tell me all about her."
Clark's grin widened, and he launched into a description of Lois Lane. He talked about her enthusiasm for writing, her fierce determination, and the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her dreams. Bruce listened intently, his amusement evident as he watched Clark become more animated with each word.
"Sounds like you've got quite the crush," Bruce quipped.
Clark shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face. "Maybe a little."
Bruce leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Clark. "Well, Kent, if you're serious about this Lois Lane, you might need some advice."
Clark's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Advice? From you?"
Bruce smirked, his confidence returning. "I may not be an expert in relationships, but I do know a thing or two about winning people over."
Clark leaned forward, his interest piqued. "Okay, I'm listening. What's your brilliant advice?"
Bruce held up a finger, ticking off points as he spoke. "First, be genuine. Be yourself around her. Don't try to impress her with anything other than who you are."
Clark nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Got it. What's next?"
"Listen to her," Bruce continued. "Ask her about her interests, her passions. People love to talk about themselves, and showing genuine interest in what she has to say will go a long way."
Clark grinned, already mentally taking notes. "Check. What else?"
Bruce's lips curled into a half-smile. "And finally, find ways to stay in contact. Exchange numbers, share your work or thoughts, show that you're interested in getting to know her better."
Clark's enthusiasm was palpable. "This is good stuff, Bruce. Thanks."
Bruce nodded, his expression serious but warm. "Just remember, Clark, relationships take effort. But if you really like her, it's worth it."
Clark's gaze turned earnest as he met Bruce's eyes. "You're right. I'll give it my best shot."
Bruce's demeanor softened, a rare moment of sincerity passing between them. "I know you will, Clark."
Clark's eyes held a glimmer of gratitude, and then he leaned in slightly, his voice quieter. "You know, no matter what happens, you'll always be my number one. No one can ever replace you, Bruce."
Bruce's lips curved into a small smile. "Well, Kent, I never doubted that for a second."
Clark chuckled, the tension dissolving as they shared a moment of connection. "Good. Just making sure."
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Years had passed since the days of baseball games, starry nights, and teenage adventures. The world had moved forward, and so had they. Now, they stood in a different apartment, a different city, but the bond between them remained as steadfast as ever.
Clark's apartment was filled with boxes, a testament to the new chapter he was beginning. Bruce surveyed the scene, his arms crossed as he leaned against a wall. "Quite a change from the barn, huh?"
Clark chuckled, a nostalgic glint in his eyes. "Yeah, but I wouldn't trade those memories for anything."
They let a beat of silence pass over them. Bruce watched as his friend carefully placed a stack of books onto a shelf, a contented smile on his face. It was a far cry from the days of moving hay bales, but the essence of their friendship remained unchanged.
"You know, Bruce," Clark's voice broke the comfortable silence, "it's strange how life changes. I never thought I'd be here, in Metropolis, working for the Daily Planet."
Bruce leaned against a wall, his gaze thoughtful. "Yeah, who would've thought that the farm boy from Smallville would become a city journalist?"
Clark chuckled, the sound familiar and comforting. "I guess life has a way of surprising us."
Bruce nodded in agreement, his own gaze turning reflective. "Remember the first time we met? Back when we were just kids?"
Clark's lips curved into a fond smile. "How could I forget? You were the rich kid who didn't want to be friends with anyone, and I was the farm boy who had never seen a city before."
Bruce smirked, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I wasn't that bad, was I?"
Clark laughed, a rich sound that echoed through the room. "You were pretty intimidating. But then I saw you swing that baseball bat, terribly might I add, and suddenly you seemed a lot less scary."
Bruce's smirk grew into a grin. "I guess some things never change. Still, it's hard to believe how far we've come since then."
Clark nodded, a mix of nostalgia and gratitude in his expression. "Yeah, we've come a long way. And I couldn't have asked for a better friend."
Bruce's usual stoicism softened, his gaze fixed on Clark. "You're the one who taught me about friendship, Kent."
As they continued to unpack and organize, memories of their journey together flitted through their minds. The barn, the road trips, the late-night talks – they had shared countless moments that had shaped their friendship into what it was today.
Clark picked up a photo frame, his smile turning wistful as he looked at a picture of them as kids. "Remember when Alfred took us on that road trip after my parents passed away? I didn't understand why we were leaving, but it ended up being one of the best things that happened to me."
Bruce's gaze softened as he remembered that pivotal moment in their lives. "Yeah, it was a turning point for both of us. Alfred always had a way of knowing what we needed."
Clark placed the photo frame on a shelf, his expression thoughtful. "You know, Bruce, I'm grateful for everything we've been through. The good and the bad. It's what made us who we are."
Bruce's lips curved into a small smile, a rare vulnerability in his eyes. "Me too, Clark."
As the apartment started to take shape, their conversation shifted to the present. Plans for Clark's new job, his goals, and aspirations filled the air. Bruce's advice and support were evident, a silent promise that no matter where life took them, their friendship would endure.
"Thanks for helping me out, Bruce," Clark said, his voice sincere as he surveyed the progress they had made.
Bruce nodded, his usual toughness giving way to a warmth that was reserved for moments like these. "Anytime, Kent. You've always got a friend in me."
Clark's smile was genuine, his gratitude evident in his eyes. "And you've always got a place in my life, Bruce."
And he found that wouldn’t have it any other way.