Fic: Stranger at the Door
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starsandseaTitle: Stranger at the Door
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 618
Disclaimer: I own nothing
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tmelange wanted to see a AU fic. I already had this one typed up, so I'm posting it now. This is a moiveverse fic, set during the middle of Superman Returns. Oh, and the first sentence is from Writing Fix
A stranger was knocking at the door. He almost didn't recognise him. Almost. He could never forget those eyes. So, Bruce told Alfred to let him in. Once he was inside and seated, Bruce turned from the window and looked at him. It was taking all of his self-discipline not to let him know how his heart was thumping wildly in his chest.
"Bruce," Clark said tentatively, delightedly and...in sudden recognition. He knew then. Bruce smiled wryly.
"Hello Clark. I see you are back from your little trip."
Clark looked...like the world had just crashed down around him. Bruce watched as he tried to move, to get up, but it seemed his body was refusing his brain's commands.
"Bruce..." He whispered his name again, but this time the word was laced with anger, pity and sorrow.
"I'm deaf, Clark, not blind. I can read lips you know."
Suddenly, Clark was blushing in embarrassment. Bruce shook his head, and moved to take a seat in front of the fireplace. He sensed more than saw Clark finally move and reach out to touch his arm.
"How?"
Bruce bowed his head slightly. "It was 7 months after you left. I had a lead on a case I as working on. I didn't realise until it was too late that it was a trap. The warehouse was set to blow up without leaving any traces. I made it far enough away that it didn't kill me, but instead severely injured me. I was in a coma for 3 weeks. When I woke up I couldn't hear anything and later testing showed that the force of the explosion had damaged my inner ears beyond repair."
He stated the facts in a unemotional voice. He had had over 4 years to get used to it. Clark touched his arm again. Bruce looked at him and was shocked to see his eyes filling with tears. "Clark?"
"Bruce...I'm so sorry. I should have been here. I would have been able to save you."
"You don't know that."
"I do. I know I would have been able to save you."
"Clark. It was the same night as a earthquake struck in Japan. We both know you would have been there rescuing people, not near Gotham. You may be Superman, but even you can't be in two places at once."
Beside him Clark bowed his head.
"But you are no longer Batman? The reason I came here was because I had heard that you hadn't been sighted in a few years. I thought you might be...dead."
Bruce looked away from the turquoise eyes and into the fire. "I can't go out onto the street anymore. But I'm still active. I've become a information source for the other heroes. And when there is a threat that necessitates more than one hero fighting it, I contact others and give them advice on tactics and strategy. We have all become...very good at our roles." He paused and looked at Clark's expression. "Don't pity me, Clark. I don't want or need it."
Clark blushed again and looked away for a few moments. "Bruce I... I need to get back to Metropolis, but maybe later we can talk more?"
Bruce nodded. "I'll be keeping an eye on you." For some reason that made Clark beam.
"I've missed you, Bruce."
Bruce just nodded again. He felt Clark's hand on his arm that hadn't moved during their conversation move upwards towards his neck, and then Clark's lips were brushing his own.
"I'll come back tonight."
Bruce nodded again. There was a final brush of his lips before a gust of wind moved through the room. Bruce turned to look at the flickering fire and smiled.
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 618
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note:
tmelange wanted to see a AU fic. I already had this one typed up, so I'm posting it now. This is a moiveverse fic, set during the middle of Superman Returns. Oh, and the first sentence is from Writing FixA stranger was knocking at the door. He almost didn't recognise him. Almost. He could never forget those eyes. So, Bruce told Alfred to let him in. Once he was inside and seated, Bruce turned from the window and looked at him. It was taking all of his self-discipline not to let him know how his heart was thumping wildly in his chest.
"Bruce," Clark said tentatively, delightedly and...in sudden recognition. He knew then. Bruce smiled wryly.
"Hello Clark. I see you are back from your little trip."
Clark looked...like the world had just crashed down around him. Bruce watched as he tried to move, to get up, but it seemed his body was refusing his brain's commands.
"Bruce..." He whispered his name again, but this time the word was laced with anger, pity and sorrow.
"I'm deaf, Clark, not blind. I can read lips you know."
Suddenly, Clark was blushing in embarrassment. Bruce shook his head, and moved to take a seat in front of the fireplace. He sensed more than saw Clark finally move and reach out to touch his arm.
"How?"
Bruce bowed his head slightly. "It was 7 months after you left. I had a lead on a case I as working on. I didn't realise until it was too late that it was a trap. The warehouse was set to blow up without leaving any traces. I made it far enough away that it didn't kill me, but instead severely injured me. I was in a coma for 3 weeks. When I woke up I couldn't hear anything and later testing showed that the force of the explosion had damaged my inner ears beyond repair."
He stated the facts in a unemotional voice. He had had over 4 years to get used to it. Clark touched his arm again. Bruce looked at him and was shocked to see his eyes filling with tears. "Clark?"
"Bruce...I'm so sorry. I should have been here. I would have been able to save you."
"You don't know that."
"I do. I know I would have been able to save you."
"Clark. It was the same night as a earthquake struck in Japan. We both know you would have been there rescuing people, not near Gotham. You may be Superman, but even you can't be in two places at once."
Beside him Clark bowed his head.
"But you are no longer Batman? The reason I came here was because I had heard that you hadn't been sighted in a few years. I thought you might be...dead."
Bruce looked away from the turquoise eyes and into the fire. "I can't go out onto the street anymore. But I'm still active. I've become a information source for the other heroes. And when there is a threat that necessitates more than one hero fighting it, I contact others and give them advice on tactics and strategy. We have all become...very good at our roles." He paused and looked at Clark's expression. "Don't pity me, Clark. I don't want or need it."
Clark blushed again and looked away for a few moments. "Bruce I... I need to get back to Metropolis, but maybe later we can talk more?"
Bruce nodded. "I'll be keeping an eye on you." For some reason that made Clark beam.
"I've missed you, Bruce."
Bruce just nodded again. He felt Clark's hand on his arm that hadn't moved during their conversation move upwards towards his neck, and then Clark's lips were brushing his own.
"I'll come back tonight."
Bruce nodded again. There was a final brush of his lips before a gust of wind moved through the room. Bruce turned to look at the flickering fire and smiled.
