Ficlet: Moon Moods
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starsandseaTitle: Moon Moods
Rating: PG
Characters: Clark, Bruce
Word Count: 551
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
worlds_finest Shuffle Challenge M. Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct. :)
New Moon:
Batman is swathed in shadow and Superman takes a deep breath. When the Dark Knight is like this, even he can barely see him. The criminals below certainly can’t. They have no idea they’re being so closely watched.
Superman has to wonder if Batman knows he is watching him, then instantly dismisses it. Of course he does. He always knows. Just as he always knows when Batman is watching him. The special connection they share... He isn’t sure if it’s a Kryptonian thing, a bond between friends, but no other bond is like his Batman.
Superman watches as Batman swoops down, an avenging angel. The sky above is clear, but dark. There is no moon tonight, and Kal shivers.
First Quarter:
Bruce is at a party, a champagne glass in his hand, and laughing at something, blue eyes alight. Anyone would think that he was having the time of his life. Clark can see through it all. Can hear the strain in his laughter, can see it in his eyes. How can the people around him be so blind to it?
But then he remembers that they don’t know Bruce like he does. They only know Brucie. Not Bruce.
Clark turns, uncomfortable at seeing him in pain and knowing that there is nothing that he can do about it. He steps onto the balcony and looks up at the sky. A quarter moon hangs in the sky, not yet full.
A sudden sigh beside him, and he turns, surprised, and yet not, to see Bruce standing next him, giving him a wry smile.
Full Moon:
A Justice League mission is over and everyone is laughing or yawning as they start to come down from the high of it. They’ve won again, Kal thinks, and smiles, looking at this friends. One friend is notably absent, but then he never joins in these celebrations.
“And then Bats did this totally cool thing-” That was Flash, waving his arms around.
Kal smiles again. Batman had done what he did best: outsmarted everyone, including them. What would they do without him, he wondered, and not for the the first time.
He glances at the news feed, partly to reassure himself that nothing needed their attention and partly out of professional interest. Things were quiet, but- “The Wayne Foundation today announced plans to build a new state of the art children’s hospital in central Gotham.”
Kal smiles. What would we do without you, Bruce? He looks up at the sky. The moon is full.
Last Quarter:
Batma is swathed in shadow again. And this time it isn’t just the physical kind. It’s clear upon his face. Distant laughter seems to echo around Gotham, mixed in with mother’s screams and tears. What the Joker has done... Clark can scarcely believe it, hates that he’s probably going to have to write about it tomorrow.
“Bruce.” He has to try and reach him, somehow. He doesn’t raise his head. “Bruce,” he tries again, more forceful this time.
Bruce slowly looks up at him, then blinks. “Clark?” His voice is a broken whisper.
“Yes.” He holds Bruce, wraps him in his arms, but doesn’t say anything else. There is nothing he can say. Weak moonlight filters down through clouds. The last quarter.
Rating: PG
Characters: Clark, Bruce
Word Count: 551
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For the
worlds_finest Shuffle Challenge M. Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct. :)New Moon:
Batman is swathed in shadow and Superman takes a deep breath. When the Dark Knight is like this, even he can barely see him. The criminals below certainly can’t. They have no idea they’re being so closely watched.
Superman has to wonder if Batman knows he is watching him, then instantly dismisses it. Of course he does. He always knows. Just as he always knows when Batman is watching him. The special connection they share... He isn’t sure if it’s a Kryptonian thing, a bond between friends, but no other bond is like his Batman.
Superman watches as Batman swoops down, an avenging angel. The sky above is clear, but dark. There is no moon tonight, and Kal shivers.
First Quarter:
Bruce is at a party, a champagne glass in his hand, and laughing at something, blue eyes alight. Anyone would think that he was having the time of his life. Clark can see through it all. Can hear the strain in his laughter, can see it in his eyes. How can the people around him be so blind to it?
But then he remembers that they don’t know Bruce like he does. They only know Brucie. Not Bruce.
Clark turns, uncomfortable at seeing him in pain and knowing that there is nothing that he can do about it. He steps onto the balcony and looks up at the sky. A quarter moon hangs in the sky, not yet full.
A sudden sigh beside him, and he turns, surprised, and yet not, to see Bruce standing next him, giving him a wry smile.
Full Moon:
A Justice League mission is over and everyone is laughing or yawning as they start to come down from the high of it. They’ve won again, Kal thinks, and smiles, looking at this friends. One friend is notably absent, but then he never joins in these celebrations.
“And then Bats did this totally cool thing-” That was Flash, waving his arms around.
Kal smiles again. Batman had done what he did best: outsmarted everyone, including them. What would they do without him, he wondered, and not for the the first time.
He glances at the news feed, partly to reassure himself that nothing needed their attention and partly out of professional interest. Things were quiet, but- “The Wayne Foundation today announced plans to build a new state of the art children’s hospital in central Gotham.”
Kal smiles. What would we do without you, Bruce? He looks up at the sky. The moon is full.
Last Quarter:
Batma is swathed in shadow again. And this time it isn’t just the physical kind. It’s clear upon his face. Distant laughter seems to echo around Gotham, mixed in with mother’s screams and tears. What the Joker has done... Clark can scarcely believe it, hates that he’s probably going to have to write about it tomorrow.
“Bruce.” He has to try and reach him, somehow. He doesn’t raise his head. “Bruce,” he tries again, more forceful this time.
Bruce slowly looks up at him, then blinks. “Clark?” His voice is a broken whisper.
“Yes.” He holds Bruce, wraps him in his arms, but doesn’t say anything else. There is nothing he can say. Weak moonlight filters down through clouds. The last quarter.
