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Clark's POV
Clark blinked and frowned. It was unusual for Bruce to call a league meeting, let alone one that involved all of the founding members. Waiting patiently, the others showed up followed shortly by the man himself. Clark sighed, this was probably going to be a long meeting.
“Until further notice, I’ll be unable to respond to daytime emergencies.” Bruce stared down the entire gathering.
“What! Why!? You better not be slacking off!” Bruce just blinked and sighed, of course Hal would be the one to speak up.
“It’s probably better if I just show you.” With that he opened his mouth, he almost seemed to smirk, which was creepy alone, but his canines looked elongated and sharp, almost fang like. Everyone just blinked until Barry swallowed and mumbled out “Vampire...” Bruce closed his mouth and nodded, the room immediately grew tense.
Hal floated over and frowned, Bruce turned to leave with a grunted out ‘now you know’ but was stopped short when Hal grabbed his arm and suddenly became very serious.
“Do you need tru blood?” Bruce had stiffened and clenched his jaw. He very slowly pulled away from Hal. He seemed surprised that the man would show such a level of concern. “I have something I'm working on.... but.... if it doesn’t work out.... I’ll let you know...”Clark had seen the way he stiffened and clenched his jaw, narrowing his eyes and peeking under his mask, he saw that Bruce’s eyes were blood red.
“How did this happen?” Clark asked in what he hoped was a calm voice. Bruce sighed and rubbed at the bridge of his nose, Hal blinked, slowly backed away and went back to his chair. Bruce turned and looked at the gathered heroes.
“I was helping Dr. Fate track a rogue magician who had brought a magical creature from hell. While fighting the creature it got a misguided idea and thought it would be funny to curse me. Dr. Fate and Etrigan are working on a cure.” Most of the league nodded and Bruce nodded and turned to leave. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to return to Gotham before dawn.” With that he left and the entire assembly broke out in discussion about what this would mean if he wasn't cured. Clark sighed and left the watchtower heading back to Metropolis. The foreseeable future was going to be interesting.
The next few days were uneventful, until Clark got a call at work from Bruce’s butler Alfred. “I’m terribly sorry to bother you Sir... but this is the only time that I could contact you..... I’m afraid I have to ask you something that is a huge burden.”
Clark frowned and blinked. “What can I do to help?”
“Well you see... Master Bruce’s condition is.... well... when he was cursed, he was cursed to only be able to feed from one person... and... that person was you Mr. Kent.” Clark blinked and was shocked, it had been quite a few days since Bruce was cursed, and that meant that he had been going without ‘food’ for that long.
“I’ll be right there after work. If you don’t mind me asking Alfred... has Bruce known about this since the curse was placed on him?” Alfred sighed and he could hear the weariness in the butler’s voice.
“I’m afraid so Sir. But you know Master Bruce... he’s a stubborn one, that doesn't know when to ask for help.” Clark chuckled lightly, he knew all too well the other man’s stubbornness.
“I’ll be there as soon as I’m done with work.” Clark smiled and hung up after the butler had finished his thanks. He was going to have a long chat with the dark knight over this. There was no reason for him to starve himself if he knew all along. Sighing he called Lois and cancelled their date.
Flying to Gotham, he landed in the cave. The sun was still up, so Bruce was probably still asleep, but Alfred was there. “Good evening Alfred” the butler smiled slightly and nodded. “Good evening Sir... if you don't mind... can we get right down to business?” Clark chuckled, it was like Alfred to be straight to the point when it involved Bruce. The butler led him to a table with needles, blood bag, and a small lead box. Alfred looked a little nervous. “I’m afraid that it’s either that or let him bite you....”
Clark frowned and thought about it “If he won’t bite me then we’ll use this... “He gently tapped the top of the box with his finger. “You know how Bruce is... this could go either way...”
The butler nodded and looked at his watch. “Master Bruce will be awake in about a half hour... would you like any refreshments?”
Clark smiled and chuckled “I thought you were supposed to eat after giving blood”
Alfred didn’t smile “If you are conscious after Master Bruce has fed from you, then you will be fed....”
Clark frowned “What do you mean?”
Alfred got a slightly unsettled look in his eyes but it was gone before Clark could be sure. “I’m afraid you will find out exactly what I mean soon enough.” Clark frowned but didn’t question it, like it or not Alfred was right, he would find out soon enough.
After being force fed some cake and coffee, Clark was ushered into Bruce’s room. He had never been there before, but he could tell there had been some modifications, the windows were tightly light proofed and when Clark entered the room he saw a sleeping Bruce lying still on the bed. Listening closely Clark could barely hear the man’s heart beat and slight breaths. This wasn't good.
Swallowing Clark sat down on the side of the bed that Bruce wasn't occupying. He waited patiently and watched in fascination as that body slowly began to wake up. His eyes fluttered and then he drew in a sharp breath, barely deeper than the ones in his sleep.
Blinking Bruce rolled over and saw Clark and stiffened. “W-what.... go away!” Bruce tried to pull away from Clark but Clark grabbed his arm stopping all movement. Bruce was ice cold and there was no discernible pulse, even to his super senses.
“You need to feed.... and I know it has to be from me...”
Bruce growled and tugged at his arm “Alfred told you.” a statement, not a question, but Clark responded anyway.
“Yes, he’s worried about you, and it’s either you bite me or I expose myself to kryptonite.” Clark held firm. He knew his friend wouldn’t intentionally expose him to his greatest weakness without dire reason and Clark saw the exact moment that Bruce gave up.
The older man slumped and turned pliant in Clark's grip. “I could hurt you... kill you even...”
Clark shrugged. “You don’t kill, and besides I can’t be hurt.”
Bruce glared up at him. “Don’t be stupid you know I can, especially now.”
Clark sighed “I trust you Bruce. Now feed before I force it on you.” Bruce set his jaw and seemingly had come to a decision but a quick look at red his eyes showed the turmoil and fear that the man felt. Clark smiled slightly and tilted his head to the side and back offering his neck to Bruce.
Bruce groaned and gently threaded a hand through the hair on the back of Clark’s neck. Placing a gentle kiss on his neck, that conveyed far more about the man than Clark probably could read. Clark hoped that Bruce wouldn’t break his fangs. Clark felt Bruce tense before a sharp pain emanated from his neck. It was quickly washed away by pleasure and he heard himself groan lightly as Bruce gently swallowed the first mouthful of blood.