Fic - Early Sunday Morning
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starsandseaMy apologies for being a bit behind on flist. I hope to catch up with the rest of it tomorrow.
Title: Early Sunday Morning
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Word Count: 537
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: This was my attempt at a slice of life fic. I'm not very happy with it. This was also when I learned at my Clark!Muse is a chatterbox. I'll post this to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
worlds_finest tomorrow.
Clark sighed and shifted slightly when Bruce got into the bed. Bruce knew it was pointless to try to not disturb his lover. Clark - when he slept at all after his own patrol - always woke up when Bruce returned to the cave. He said it was so he could listen to his heartbeat, and make sure Bruce had not been hurt, that he didn't need him.
Bruce could just make out Clark's outline in the grey pre-dawn, the sun only just starting to stretch her fingers over the world for anther day. Clark moved, and shifted again, until he held Bruce in his arms, in each others arms, as Bruce let out a tired sigh.
"How was it?" Another sigh.
"One murder, three robberies," he hesitated. "I found Harvey."
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Clark unconsciously tightened his hold on Bruce. He knew it broke Bruce's heart every time Harvey, Two-Face, escaped from Arkham, every time he escaped and Bruce was the one who had to bring him down. "He's back in Arkham," Bruce continued. He sighed again.
"Do you think it will be any better this time?" Clark asked gently.
"I don't know. I hope so."
"That's all you can do, Bruce."
"I know."
But even as he said it, Clark knew that his lover was somehow finding a way - a reason - to put all the blame for Harvey's recent escape on himself. He hated that part Bruce. The part that thought that the instant he started to love someone that whatever tragedy happened to them was Bruce's fault, that because he loved them, he damned them.
He spent, still did spend, a lot of time trying to convince Bruce that nothing was going to happen to him. He knew when something finally did that Bruce would lash out, would try and put a end to their relationship. He would argue with him, and say things that were designed specifically to hurt him even more than whatever physical injury he had received.
Clark knew that in those times, all he had to do was stand firm, and not let any of Bruce's harsh words spoken in fear affect him, difficult though it would be. Because he knew in that instant Bruce wasn't Bruce, or Batman, or even Brucie. He was just a scared little boy who’s faith in the world was lost one dark night, many years ago. Clark knew it was just Bruce's minds defence, trying to stop anymore pain from touching him, that made him say and do those things, when they both knew it would hurt him just as much, if not more, if he did die, and they never had this chance. This one chance of happiness.
Bruce shifted again, trying to get the blankets to cover them more. After Clark had helped him, he leaned down and kissed him softly.
"Go to sleep, love. It's Sunday today. You can rest."
Bruce smiled at him before settling his weary body and mind down for sleep. Clark remained awake, keeping watch, and guarding his lovers dreams, as the sun ever so slowly and beautifully made her way over the horizon.
It was a new day with all the promise and hope it brings.
Title: Early Sunday Morning
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Word Count: 537
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: This was my attempt at a slice of life fic. I'm not very happy with it. This was also when I learned at my Clark!Muse is a chatterbox. I'll post this to
worlds_finest tomorrow.Clark sighed and shifted slightly when Bruce got into the bed. Bruce knew it was pointless to try to not disturb his lover. Clark - when he slept at all after his own patrol - always woke up when Bruce returned to the cave. He said it was so he could listen to his heartbeat, and make sure Bruce had not been hurt, that he didn't need him.
Bruce could just make out Clark's outline in the grey pre-dawn, the sun only just starting to stretch her fingers over the world for anther day. Clark moved, and shifted again, until he held Bruce in his arms, in each others arms, as Bruce let out a tired sigh.
"How was it?" Another sigh.
"One murder, three robberies," he hesitated. "I found Harvey."
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Clark unconsciously tightened his hold on Bruce. He knew it broke Bruce's heart every time Harvey, Two-Face, escaped from Arkham, every time he escaped and Bruce was the one who had to bring him down. "He's back in Arkham," Bruce continued. He sighed again.
"Do you think it will be any better this time?" Clark asked gently.
"I don't know. I hope so."
"That's all you can do, Bruce."
"I know."
But even as he said it, Clark knew that his lover was somehow finding a way - a reason - to put all the blame for Harvey's recent escape on himself. He hated that part Bruce. The part that thought that the instant he started to love someone that whatever tragedy happened to them was Bruce's fault, that because he loved them, he damned them.
He spent, still did spend, a lot of time trying to convince Bruce that nothing was going to happen to him. He knew when something finally did that Bruce would lash out, would try and put a end to their relationship. He would argue with him, and say things that were designed specifically to hurt him even more than whatever physical injury he had received.
Clark knew that in those times, all he had to do was stand firm, and not let any of Bruce's harsh words spoken in fear affect him, difficult though it would be. Because he knew in that instant Bruce wasn't Bruce, or Batman, or even Brucie. He was just a scared little boy who’s faith in the world was lost one dark night, many years ago. Clark knew it was just Bruce's minds defence, trying to stop anymore pain from touching him, that made him say and do those things, when they both knew it would hurt him just as much, if not more, if he did die, and they never had this chance. This one chance of happiness.
Bruce shifted again, trying to get the blankets to cover them more. After Clark had helped him, he leaned down and kissed him softly.
"Go to sleep, love. It's Sunday today. You can rest."
Bruce smiled at him before settling his weary body and mind down for sleep. Clark remained awake, keeping watch, and guarding his lovers dreams, as the sun ever so slowly and beautifully made her way over the horizon.
It was a new day with all the promise and hope it brings.
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Date: 2007-04-22 09:13 pm (UTC)Really beautiful!
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Date: 2007-04-23 07:54 pm (UTC)That was my favourite image too.
Thank you very much for the feedback. I'm very glad you liked it. :)
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Date: 2007-04-23 02:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-23 07:56 pm (UTC)Thank the gods indeed! I don't know what Bruce would do without him.
Thank you very much for feedback. I'm very glad you liked it. :)
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Date: 2007-04-24 01:20 am (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2007-04-24 07:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-24 10:50 pm (UTC)It's a wonderful character study and a beautiful slice of life piece :) (I like to call slice of life 'Sol', since it means 'sun' in spanish :) sunny! warm! preeetty!)
Also, anything that has Harvey and Bruce angsting about each other is bound to make me swoon. They are so tragic! *snuggles* Wonderful piece!
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Date: 2007-04-25 07:49 pm (UTC)It is? Because that's when Clark!Muse said 'I'm going to take control now!', and I was just left helpless... the only thing I could was write... lol, so I'm glad it works okay! :)
He has to shield himself from pain sometimes, no matter how.. and ends up hurting himself further. Because he's a silly, silly Bat.
He is a very silly Bat at times.
(I like to call slice of life 'Sol', since it means 'sun' in spanish :) sunny! warm! preeetty!)
I think you forgot 'shiney!', lol.
They are so tragic!
Oh, they are. I think Harvey is my favorite villain. I'm getting inklings that I'm going to write something from Harvey's POV sometime, but we'll have to wait and see...
Thank you very much for the feedback. I'm very glad you liked it. I hope it helped cheer you up a bit from your real life problems. :) *snuggles back*
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Date: 2007-04-25 09:09 pm (UTC)LOL, totally! I love how fluid the change is from how Bruce percieves things to Clark's concerns. And the muses are story bullies sometimes, aren't they? demanding to be written, demanding control of the POV... the muse wars are terrible (and fun!) sometimes!
I think Harvey is my favorite villain. I'm getting inklings that I'm going to write something from Harvey's POV sometime, but we'll have to wait and see...
Ohhhh!!! *encourages* Harvey is my all time favorite rogue. He's just... he's so awesome and sweet sometimes, and so sick and lost... and dangerous. Mroooow. I would love to see your take on him!
And this did help get me out of my batfunk, lol, thank you! LJ-world is a wonderful place to go when RL is being a bitch :D
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Date: 2007-04-27 09:28 pm (UTC)I guess I'm lucky in that I normally write short stories, so I can write one fic from Bruce's POV, then switch over to Clark for the next one. But then, even in my longer ones, Clark normally insists on having a say. *shakes head*
Ohhhh!!! *encourages* Harvey is my all time favorite rogue. He's just... he's so awesome and sweet sometimes, and so sick and lost... and dangerous. Mroooow. I would love to see your take on him!
I've got some ideas. I haven't written it yet, but it's definitely on my 'to write' list. Somehow, I don't think it's going to be very happy. :(
And I'm glad the fic helped cheer you up a bit! :)
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Date: 2007-04-25 07:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-25 07:50 pm (UTC)That was my favorite image form this fic.
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it. :)
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Date: 2007-04-26 11:06 am (UTC)If this is your Clark "chattering," he's welcome to chatter in your fics all he wants. :) He has a wonderful voice and POV, very tender and understanding. I know Clark often takes a lot of rebuffing and reproof in this relationship, and I like the way you show his train of thought for why he takes it. It makes sense this way and I really like it.
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Date: 2007-04-27 09:36 pm (UTC)Don't encourage him!! He doesn't need any encouragement! ;)
I know Clark often takes a lot of rebuffing and reproof in this relationship, and I like the way you show his train of thought for why he takes it. It makes sense this way and I really like it.
He really just insisted on letting his (hehe) 'side of the story', be shown in this one. He loves Bruce so very much...
Thank you very much for the feedback, Jen. I'm very glad you liked it. :)
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Date: 2007-04-30 05:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-30 08:04 pm (UTC)