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    Summary

    Batman didn’t sleep; he didn’t rest, nor did he take breaks. He didn’t acknowledge his injuries, his weaknesses, or his limitations. Batman was the night, and the night is relentless, unforgiving, unstoppable.

    Bruce, on the other hand… he didn’t sleep, he didn’t rest, nor did he take breaks either, but he desperately needed to. Clark couldn’t do much about that. He couldn’t very well force the man to take a nap (even if sometimes he wished he could just push him down on a flat surface, effectively close his eyes, and order him to sleep). What he could do, however, was ensure Bruce kept an adequate energy level, the kind of energy level that allows a human being to stand upright, walk, talk, and generally survive life with minimal discomfort.

    He… fed him. Clark fed him whenever he could.

    The situation was not spiraling out of control. He could very well handle things, and “acts of service” was not Superman’s love language. It was not.

    Or:

    Five times Clark brought food to Bruce and one time he didn’t have to, but he did it anyway.

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