Fic: A Matter Of Time (4/4)
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starsandseaTitle: A Matter Of Time (4/4)
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Bruce/Clark, mentions of Tim/Kon, Dick, Justice League
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bradygirl_12's Halloween Challenge!. Previous parts can be found Here. Betaed by the wonderful arch_schatten.
Batman strode though the empty corridors of the Watchtower, Nightwing and Robin at his side. Robin had changed his costume to red and black with a yellow lined cape. In memory of Superboy, he said. Nightwing had finally settled into a black suit, with a blue 'V' shape across his chest. Thank goodness. Batman didn't know why he had ever let Dick design his own costumes. Maybe Alfred had designed this one? Batman shook his head. No matter. He glanced at his partners. Both were wearing smirks. As he looked at them, their faces became impassive. Batman nodded again, in approval this time.
The doors to the meeting room loomed in front of them. Nervousness assaulted him, making his chest tighten. Batman stamped it down. He was Batman. He didn't get nervous. Nightwing and Robin's reassuring presence was at his sides. He took a deep breath just before the doors opened.
Flash was the first to notice them. "Ahhhhh!!!" He bolted forward in his chair.
Batman halted and crossed his arms, eyeing everyone. "Status report." He demanded.
"Bats!!" Flash yelled. There was a red blur, and then he was being hugged. Batman just looked. "Ah.... uh..... ummm..." Flash stepped away from him.
J'onn gave his mind a nudge, checking to see if it was really him. He recognized him, then sent a feeling of welcome as Diana hugged him.
"Diana," he said quietly.
"It's so good to see you again!" She smiled at him. Flash was chattering at Nightwing. Diana pulled away from him and he saw a red and blue clad body. Superman. He was standing in front of him, smiling friendly, arm outstretched for a handshake. Batman slowly took it, feeling Nightwing and Robin tense slightly.
"Batman. Everyone's told me a lot about you."
Batman just nodded, pulling his hand away from Superman's. Clark's skilled hands on his body, touching him in all the right places...
"I've got a lot to catch up on. Shall we get started?"
*****
"Uh... Batman? May I have a word with you, please?" Batman halted. The Justice League had talked for over 3 hours, bringing him up to speed on what he had missed. Now, he was escaping back to Gotham. It had been surprisingly tiring keeping the facade up. Nightwing and Robin stiffened at his side.
"Make it quick, Superman." Batman slowly turned around, steeling himself. Clark, looking so heartbreakingly beautiful, smiled softly, almost shyly at him. It was a look that could break a heart of stone. It had broken his...
"I was told that we used to work together a lot. I was... hoping that we could maybe talk about our past cases?"
Behind the mask, Bruce closed his eyes. Clark... "I'm sure you can understand that I want to get myself reacquainted first. But after I do... I don't see why not. Now, if you'll excuse me..." As he spoke, he opened his eyes and turned away. Don't let him hear your heartbeat, don't let him know what he's doing to you... He couldn't tell Clark the truth, he was happy now. He didn't have to hide anymore.
"Thank you, Batman!" Clark called after him. Don't look back. If you do, you won't be able to stop yourself from kissing him, and then having him hate you. Just be thankful that he's still alive, that you can still see him whenever you want... Batman kept walking. He didn't look back.
*****
They were in the cave. Home. Bruce smiled. Tim was working out on the exercise equipment. Dick was eating chocolate cake that Alfred had made the day before. Cass was out on patrol and Babs was helping him catch up. Bruce sighed. Everything seemed... normal. This could have been any other night in the cave. Bats twittered above his head. Comforting sounds. He sighed again. He missed Clark so...
"Bruce?" Babs' voice.
"I'm sorry, Babs. I'm just... tired."
Barbara gazed out of the computer screen worriedly. "Are you okay?"
Bruce was just about to reply when everything froze. Not again... Bruce moved, taking in the cave. Tim was frozen, mid-swing on the parallel bars. Dick's mouth was open, fork almost touching his lips. Even the bats were frozen, mid-flight.
"Bruce Wayne." He spun around. The voice was ethereal, seeming to come from everywhere, but nowhere at the same time. "You have become a victim of unbalance," the voice continued.
Bruce moved his head, but he couldn't see anyone. "Who are you? What have you done?" He yelled. There was a sudden bright light, as if the sun had been transported to the cave. Bruce flung his arm over his eyes.
"I am giving you a second chance, Bruce Wayne. This is not the way things are meant to be, and so there is unbalance. The scales need to be returned to equality, or the consequences will be dire, and not only for you."
Bruce slowly lowered his arms, blinking. He gasped. Before him was, without doubt, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had long golden hair that tumbled about her, and startling light blue eyes. A cloak of silver was wrapped about her body. She was smiling gently.
"What...?" Was all Bruce could whisper, stunned.
The woman's smiled deepened. "The balance must be restored, Bruce Wayne. You need to go back."
"Back?"
"Back to that Samhain night and return things to the way they were meant to be."
Bruce frowned. "What things?"
The woman looked at him with dancing eyes. "The way things were meant to be between you and your beloved, of course."
Bruce gasped, and took a step forward. "Clark." The woman nodded. "You can... send me back to stop all this," he gestured to himself and Tim, "from happening?"
The woman smiled. "Yes."
Bruce closed his eyes. He could have Clark back. Back in his arms, never to be let go of again. And Tim... Tim could have Kon and Bart back. In having changed the past, he could prevent this future from happening... he opened his eyes. The woman was standing there, silently looking at him.
"Send me back."
The woman smiled, and he was engulfed in bright light...
*****
Bruce opened his eyes with a gasp. He was in his bedroom. Clark was standing before him, looking at him with sad eyes.
"I'm not sure how long I can carry on doing this," Clark said.
Bruce gasped again. "Clark! Clark!" He had his lover in his arms, felt Clark's arms go about him, his confusion.
"Bruce?" Bruce pulled away, and cupped Clark's face with his hands. Clark's eyes were so blue, filled with sadness, pain and confusion, but underneath it all, love. Bruce took a deep breath, and the words that he had never been able to say were finally free.
"I love you."
He saw Clark's eyes change, saw the sadness and pain instantly replaced with happiness and joy.
"I love you too." Clark sounded like he couldn't believe what was happening, but then Bruce was kissing him deeply, and Clark was kissing him back. They eventually broke apart, and Clark held him close, arms tight about each other, Bruce thanking every deity he could name. Clark... Clark was back in his arms.
Clark gave him a dazzling smile. "Bruce? What...? I mean-"
Bruce cut him off with a kiss. "I realized what an idiot I was being. I love you."
"I love you too," Clark kissed him again, laughing. They slowly pulled apart. Clark was smiling at him, face alight with joy.
"You have to go to that party..."
Bruce shook his head. "No. I'll stay here tonight. With you." Clark looked like he was about to protest. "Please." He knew if he let go of Clark tonight, then all those things he had seen would happen...
"What about patrol?"
"I'll have the night off. Please, Clark."
Clark nodded slowly, wonder on his face. Bruce sighed in relief. Things would go the way they were supposed to now, Tim wouldn't suffer the grief of losing Kon and Bart... Bruce hugged his lover again. Everything would be all right now. Clark was back in his arms. Bruce maneuvered them to the bed, Clark's hands already on the fastenings of his clothes, tugging them off, Bruce hands upon his body. He had his Clark back. And he was never going to let him go.
Rating: PG
Pairings/Characters: Bruce/Clark, mentions of Tim/Kon, Dick, Justice League
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For
bradygirl_12's Halloween Challenge!. Previous parts can be found Here. Betaed by the wonderful arch_schatten.Batman strode though the empty corridors of the Watchtower, Nightwing and Robin at his side. Robin had changed his costume to red and black with a yellow lined cape. In memory of Superboy, he said. Nightwing had finally settled into a black suit, with a blue 'V' shape across his chest. Thank goodness. Batman didn't know why he had ever let Dick design his own costumes. Maybe Alfred had designed this one? Batman shook his head. No matter. He glanced at his partners. Both were wearing smirks. As he looked at them, their faces became impassive. Batman nodded again, in approval this time.
The doors to the meeting room loomed in front of them. Nervousness assaulted him, making his chest tighten. Batman stamped it down. He was Batman. He didn't get nervous. Nightwing and Robin's reassuring presence was at his sides. He took a deep breath just before the doors opened.
Flash was the first to notice them. "Ahhhhh!!!" He bolted forward in his chair.
Batman halted and crossed his arms, eyeing everyone. "Status report." He demanded.
"Bats!!" Flash yelled. There was a red blur, and then he was being hugged. Batman just looked. "Ah.... uh..... ummm..." Flash stepped away from him.
J'onn gave his mind a nudge, checking to see if it was really him. He recognized him, then sent a feeling of welcome as Diana hugged him.
"Diana," he said quietly.
"It's so good to see you again!" She smiled at him. Flash was chattering at Nightwing. Diana pulled away from him and he saw a red and blue clad body. Superman. He was standing in front of him, smiling friendly, arm outstretched for a handshake. Batman slowly took it, feeling Nightwing and Robin tense slightly.
"Batman. Everyone's told me a lot about you."
Batman just nodded, pulling his hand away from Superman's. Clark's skilled hands on his body, touching him in all the right places...
"I've got a lot to catch up on. Shall we get started?"
*****
"Uh... Batman? May I have a word with you, please?" Batman halted. The Justice League had talked for over 3 hours, bringing him up to speed on what he had missed. Now, he was escaping back to Gotham. It had been surprisingly tiring keeping the facade up. Nightwing and Robin stiffened at his side.
"Make it quick, Superman." Batman slowly turned around, steeling himself. Clark, looking so heartbreakingly beautiful, smiled softly, almost shyly at him. It was a look that could break a heart of stone. It had broken his...
"I was told that we used to work together a lot. I was... hoping that we could maybe talk about our past cases?"
Behind the mask, Bruce closed his eyes. Clark... "I'm sure you can understand that I want to get myself reacquainted first. But after I do... I don't see why not. Now, if you'll excuse me..." As he spoke, he opened his eyes and turned away. Don't let him hear your heartbeat, don't let him know what he's doing to you... He couldn't tell Clark the truth, he was happy now. He didn't have to hide anymore.
"Thank you, Batman!" Clark called after him. Don't look back. If you do, you won't be able to stop yourself from kissing him, and then having him hate you. Just be thankful that he's still alive, that you can still see him whenever you want... Batman kept walking. He didn't look back.
*****
They were in the cave. Home. Bruce smiled. Tim was working out on the exercise equipment. Dick was eating chocolate cake that Alfred had made the day before. Cass was out on patrol and Babs was helping him catch up. Bruce sighed. Everything seemed... normal. This could have been any other night in the cave. Bats twittered above his head. Comforting sounds. He sighed again. He missed Clark so...
"Bruce?" Babs' voice.
"I'm sorry, Babs. I'm just... tired."
Barbara gazed out of the computer screen worriedly. "Are you okay?"
Bruce was just about to reply when everything froze. Not again... Bruce moved, taking in the cave. Tim was frozen, mid-swing on the parallel bars. Dick's mouth was open, fork almost touching his lips. Even the bats were frozen, mid-flight.
"Bruce Wayne." He spun around. The voice was ethereal, seeming to come from everywhere, but nowhere at the same time. "You have become a victim of unbalance," the voice continued.
Bruce moved his head, but he couldn't see anyone. "Who are you? What have you done?" He yelled. There was a sudden bright light, as if the sun had been transported to the cave. Bruce flung his arm over his eyes.
"I am giving you a second chance, Bruce Wayne. This is not the way things are meant to be, and so there is unbalance. The scales need to be returned to equality, or the consequences will be dire, and not only for you."
Bruce slowly lowered his arms, blinking. He gasped. Before him was, without doubt, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had long golden hair that tumbled about her, and startling light blue eyes. A cloak of silver was wrapped about her body. She was smiling gently.
"What...?" Was all Bruce could whisper, stunned.
The woman's smiled deepened. "The balance must be restored, Bruce Wayne. You need to go back."
"Back?"
"Back to that Samhain night and return things to the way they were meant to be."
Bruce frowned. "What things?"
The woman looked at him with dancing eyes. "The way things were meant to be between you and your beloved, of course."
Bruce gasped, and took a step forward. "Clark." The woman nodded. "You can... send me back to stop all this," he gestured to himself and Tim, "from happening?"
The woman smiled. "Yes."
Bruce closed his eyes. He could have Clark back. Back in his arms, never to be let go of again. And Tim... Tim could have Kon and Bart back. In having changed the past, he could prevent this future from happening... he opened his eyes. The woman was standing there, silently looking at him.
"Send me back."
The woman smiled, and he was engulfed in bright light...
*****
Bruce opened his eyes with a gasp. He was in his bedroom. Clark was standing before him, looking at him with sad eyes.
"I'm not sure how long I can carry on doing this," Clark said.
Bruce gasped again. "Clark! Clark!" He had his lover in his arms, felt Clark's arms go about him, his confusion.
"Bruce?" Bruce pulled away, and cupped Clark's face with his hands. Clark's eyes were so blue, filled with sadness, pain and confusion, but underneath it all, love. Bruce took a deep breath, and the words that he had never been able to say were finally free.
"I love you."
He saw Clark's eyes change, saw the sadness and pain instantly replaced with happiness and joy.
"I love you too." Clark sounded like he couldn't believe what was happening, but then Bruce was kissing him deeply, and Clark was kissing him back. They eventually broke apart, and Clark held him close, arms tight about each other, Bruce thanking every deity he could name. Clark... Clark was back in his arms.
Clark gave him a dazzling smile. "Bruce? What...? I mean-"
Bruce cut him off with a kiss. "I realized what an idiot I was being. I love you."
"I love you too," Clark kissed him again, laughing. They slowly pulled apart. Clark was smiling at him, face alight with joy.
"You have to go to that party..."
Bruce shook his head. "No. I'll stay here tonight. With you." Clark looked like he was about to protest. "Please." He knew if he let go of Clark tonight, then all those things he had seen would happen...
"What about patrol?"
"I'll have the night off. Please, Clark."
Clark nodded slowly, wonder on his face. Bruce sighed in relief. Things would go the way they were supposed to now, Tim wouldn't suffer the grief of losing Kon and Bart... Bruce hugged his lover again. Everything would be all right now. Clark was back in his arms. Bruce maneuvered them to the bed, Clark's hands already on the fastenings of his clothes, tugging them off, Bruce hands upon his body. He had his Clark back. And he was never going to let him go.
