Drabble: Fierce Flawless
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starsandseaTitle: Fierce Flawless
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Clark/Bruce, Alfred
Word Count: 168
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
worlds_finest's Shuffle F Challenge. Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct.
Clark swallowed as he saw Alfred carefully stitching Bruce up. Another wound. Another scar for Bruce to bear. He swallowed again and moved closer, making both Bruce and Alfred look up.
Bruce remained watching him but Alfred returned to his work, after a 'Master Clark', his face impassive once more.
Bruce's eyes were sharpened by pain - of course, he had an important meeting in only a few hours, he wouldn't want to be still feeling the effects of drugs during it.
"You okay, Clark?"
A hint of amusement was in those eyes now, and Clark found himself amazed all over again, by everything Bruce did. Everything he sacrificed. Everything he endured. For Gotham. For the world.
He floated closer and wrapped his fingers around one of Bruce's hands, squeezing softly, then brought it to his lips to kiss.
Bruce's pale face lightened into a small smile, and he gently traced the lines of Clark's mouth.
And Clark shuddered, closing his eyes against the mingled lust and pain.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Clark/Bruce, Alfred
Word Count: 168
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For
worlds_finest's Shuffle F Challenge. Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct.Clark swallowed as he saw Alfred carefully stitching Bruce up. Another wound. Another scar for Bruce to bear. He swallowed again and moved closer, making both Bruce and Alfred look up.
Bruce remained watching him but Alfred returned to his work, after a 'Master Clark', his face impassive once more.
Bruce's eyes were sharpened by pain - of course, he had an important meeting in only a few hours, he wouldn't want to be still feeling the effects of drugs during it.
"You okay, Clark?"
A hint of amusement was in those eyes now, and Clark found himself amazed all over again, by everything Bruce did. Everything he sacrificed. Everything he endured. For Gotham. For the world.
He floated closer and wrapped his fingers around one of Bruce's hands, squeezing softly, then brought it to his lips to kiss.
Bruce's pale face lightened into a small smile, and he gently traced the lines of Clark's mouth.
And Clark shuddered, closing his eyes against the mingled lust and pain.
