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“You’re sleepy.”
Clark scoffs. “Nonsense, Superman doesn’t get sleepy.”
Bruce kisses his hair. “Mm, yeah?”
Ok, when Superman is curled up next to his favorite person in bed and said person is petting his hair with nimble fingers, maybe then Superman gets sleepy. Bruce scratches his scalp softly and it’s all Clark can do not to drift off right then and there.
Bruce leans in. “And what would it take to make Superman sleepy?”
Clark can hear the smug smile in Bruce’s voice. He pulls Bruce under the covers and giggles the whole way. “If you’d fall asleep with me.”