Hands (SuperBat)

23 Calm

The next morning, Kal was the first to get out of bed. He left to go to the bathroom to shower.

Bruce stayed in bed and waited for him to come back. He silently was relieved that Kal decided to wear an adult diaper that night.

Kal was quite clingy when he slept. His arms wouldn't leave Bruce's waist, and his legs wrapped around one of Bruce's legs. He still kept a pillow in between them. Since he was against him, Bruce knew when Kal had a nightmare.

When Kal arrived back to bed, Bruce sat up on his elbow and asked, "Are you alright?"

Kal answered, "A little shaken up." He laid on his back and looked up at the ceiling. "I saw everyone. They were bloody, but they talked to me like everything was normal." He closed his eyes and grimaced.

Bruce asked, "Anything you need me to do?"

Kal opened his eyes and looked at Bruce. "I don't know." He was thinking about it as he furrowed his eyebrows. "Can you stay home with me?" His voice was very calm despite being in distress.

"Sure," Bruce said without hesitation.

"And can I hold you?"

"Of course."

Kal scooted until he was against him, but he thought twice and moved his lower body away. He placed an arm over him. With the arm under him, wrapped it around Bruce's arm. He laid his head on his shoulder. His breath was trembling, but he stayed quiet.

Bruce whispered, "It'll be alright."

Kal nodded.

They laid like that for about an hour. Bruce actually fell back asleep, but he was woken up by his own growling stomach.

Kal lifted his head. "You're hungry."

"It's fine," Bruce said.

"Go eat," Kal said. He gave him a calm smile. "I'll be okay."

Bruce exhaled and nodded. "Okay." Then he left to eat. He was worried about Kal. He knew that Kal was clingy, but he knew that nightmare shook him. He wished that he had x-ray vision to watch Kal and make sure he was okay. He wished that he could stay home all the time to watch Kal.

Kal was just so... Fragile. He used to be so indestructible. It was like losing those close to him, forced him to find refuge in Bruce, when he was the first one to find him. He was so afraid to go out because he felt exposed and weak, and he didn't feel like he should be Superman. That was because he felt the bloody hands of the man who killed his family. There were so many layers, that Bruce wasn't sure where to began anymore.

When Bruce was done eating, he went back to Kal's bedroom.

Kal was laying down, staring at the ceiling. "Hey."

"Hey," Bruce said.

"I want you to fuck me."

Bruce had to get his bearings straight. He did not expect him to say that. "Um, really?"

"Yeah," Kal said. "I want to only feel you inside me." He sat up. It was like he didn't just say something unusual.

Bruce inhaled sharply. "I think you should think this through before we do anything inherently sexual. You've had a bad week."

"And I want to feel you inside me. Not..." Kal's voice trailed off.

Not Vandal.

"No," Bruce said. "We are not doing that when you are in this frame of mind. This isn't healthy. I don't want to have sex with you if it is in retaliation."