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."
***********************************
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: 2007-04-23 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.
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