Ficlet: Coded Words of Friendship
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starsandseaTitle: Coded Words of Friendship
Rating: PG
Characters: Clark, Bruce
Word Count: 525
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For the WFGE. For prompt F14 - 'I'd like a small, warm but deep moment between Batman and Superman, possibly after battle, that shows their care and concern for each other, and that they love each other as friends (not lovers.)' Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct.
Superman flew into the BatCave, hearing senors take note of his movements, but no alarms sounded. He could not help but smile, at that. That Bruce trusted him so... It was the small things, like that (although that was a rather large thing) that you needed to notice around Bruce. To realize just how much he cared.
The main part of the cave was empty, and Kal-El frowned. Bruce should be here; he hadn't heard anything about a crisis in Gotham, and they had just returned from a JLA fight against the Injustice League. Batman should be entering his log into the computer, or Bruce should be resting. But Kal knew he wasn't, it was why he had stopped by.
Frowning, he floated over to the medical bay, stomach falling as he smelled blood. He swallowed. Bruce had been hurt and hadn't told him? While that would be like him, he had thought - hoped - that they were past that stage now, that Bruce trusted him. Sighing, Kal floated down to the cave floor, then walked into the medical bay.
Bruce was lying on his front, Alfred stitching up the last wound in his back. There were five of them, and Kal swallowed again. He was invulnerable, yes, but when he saw sights like this, saw people he cared about bleeding...
"Master Clark," Alfred greeted, then went back to his work.
Bruce had sighed when he had walked into the room, closed his eyes, but he opened them now.
"You didn't tell me you were hurt, B."
Bruce just sighed again, closing his eyes once more, and Kal suddenly wondered if Alfred had drugged him, or not. He looked at the butler, but he was intent on his work.
Bruce opened his eyes again, and they were tired, full of pain. "Kryptonite," he said softly, and Kal closed his own eyes as it all made sense. Batman's hasty departure, the way he had been standing as far as possible from him... The others had taken it as Batman being Batman. But Bruce had been protecting him, as much as he could.
Kal opened his eyes. "Thank you, B." He said, quietly.
Bruce waved a hand slowly, in dismissal. "Too important tactically to have you down, S."
He had to smile at that; Bruce's coded words of friendship. "But not you?" He countered, and Bruce glared at him.
There was a sticky, plastic sound, as Alfred put a bandage over the wound he had been attending, and Bruce winced. So did Kal. "Well, you're in good hands, B. I'd better get back to Metropolis. Let me know if you need anything, or need extra help in Gotham for a few days. "
Bruce was silent, and he could almost feel how insulted he was by that last remark.
"Thank you, Master Clark." Alfred nodded at him. Clark nodded back - what Alfred was thanking him for he had no idea - and started to leave.
"Get better soon, B," he called out, as he stepped into the air, then glided through the BatCave, and out across the dark bay to Metropolis, gleaming in the distance.
Rating: PG
Characters: Clark, Bruce
Word Count: 525
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For the WFGE. For prompt F14 - 'I'd like a small, warm but deep moment between Batman and Superman, possibly after battle, that shows their care and concern for each other, and that they love each other as friends (not lovers.)' Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct.
Superman flew into the BatCave, hearing senors take note of his movements, but no alarms sounded. He could not help but smile, at that. That Bruce trusted him so... It was the small things, like that (although that was a rather large thing) that you needed to notice around Bruce. To realize just how much he cared.
The main part of the cave was empty, and Kal-El frowned. Bruce should be here; he hadn't heard anything about a crisis in Gotham, and they had just returned from a JLA fight against the Injustice League. Batman should be entering his log into the computer, or Bruce should be resting. But Kal knew he wasn't, it was why he had stopped by.
Frowning, he floated over to the medical bay, stomach falling as he smelled blood. He swallowed. Bruce had been hurt and hadn't told him? While that would be like him, he had thought - hoped - that they were past that stage now, that Bruce trusted him. Sighing, Kal floated down to the cave floor, then walked into the medical bay.
Bruce was lying on his front, Alfred stitching up the last wound in his back. There were five of them, and Kal swallowed again. He was invulnerable, yes, but when he saw sights like this, saw people he cared about bleeding...
"Master Clark," Alfred greeted, then went back to his work.
Bruce had sighed when he had walked into the room, closed his eyes, but he opened them now.
"You didn't tell me you were hurt, B."
Bruce just sighed again, closing his eyes once more, and Kal suddenly wondered if Alfred had drugged him, or not. He looked at the butler, but he was intent on his work.
Bruce opened his eyes again, and they were tired, full of pain. "Kryptonite," he said softly, and Kal closed his own eyes as it all made sense. Batman's hasty departure, the way he had been standing as far as possible from him... The others had taken it as Batman being Batman. But Bruce had been protecting him, as much as he could.
Kal opened his eyes. "Thank you, B." He said, quietly.
Bruce waved a hand slowly, in dismissal. "Too important tactically to have you down, S."
He had to smile at that; Bruce's coded words of friendship. "But not you?" He countered, and Bruce glared at him.
There was a sticky, plastic sound, as Alfred put a bandage over the wound he had been attending, and Bruce winced. So did Kal. "Well, you're in good hands, B. I'd better get back to Metropolis. Let me know if you need anything, or need extra help in Gotham for a few days. "
Bruce was silent, and he could almost feel how insulted he was by that last remark.
"Thank you, Master Clark." Alfred nodded at him. Clark nodded back - what Alfred was thanking him for he had no idea - and started to leave.
"Get better soon, B," he called out, as he stepped into the air, then glided through the BatCave, and out across the dark bay to Metropolis, gleaming in the distance.
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Date: 2010-12-26 04:35 am (UTC)Wonderful work as always! <3
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Date: 2010-12-26 07:24 pm (UTC)Yes, it's the 'little' things with Bruce, and of course he himself never draws attention to them... *pets Clark for understanding*
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