The Curse Of Knowledge (SuperBat)

12 Yawn

It has been a while.

Bruce has gotten back to being Bruce Wayne and Batman. He has gotten better. Of course, at times he had to let off some steam and have days off at times. It was all part of the process. Less stress and more relaxation and fun.

Bruce stretched as he woke up. He felt his foot kick Clark. It was like kicking a wall. He blushed as looked at his sleeping favorite person.

Clark only mumbled in his sleep as he turned over.

Bruce sat up and looked out the window. It was morning. He got out of bed and went to his drawer. He pulled out crayons and a coloring book. He took to the floor and began coloring. He quietly enjoyed the task until Clark woke up.

Clark greeted, "Good morning, Bruce."

Bruce replied, "Good morning." He got up from the floor and got on the bed. He wrapped his arms around Clark. "My favorite person."

"How was your sleep?"

Bruce said, "I woke up a lot."

"Bad dreams?"

Bruce nodded.

Clark suggested, "How about some cartoons after we brush our teeth. We can eat breakfast while watching TV."

"Yeah."

Soon the two were watching cartoons while eating the breakfast Alfred made for them. Bruce was sitting on the floor in front of the television. Clark was on the couch watching the cartoon and Bruce.

Clark enjoyed watching the Bruce enjoy himself when he let loose one his days off. He couldn't help but smile at the youthful bliss coming from Bruce.

When Bruce was full and satisfied, he climbed on the couch.

"Hm?" Clark said inquisitivly. "What's wrong, B?"

Bruce got onto his lap and rested his head in the crevice of his neck. He took a heavy breath and hummed. He closed his eyes.

"Ah," Clark said. "You did say you woke up a lot." He rubbed his back and said quietly, "Get all the rest you need."

Bruce smiled just before falling asleep.

When Bruce did wake up, he said, "I want a snack."

"Alright," Clark said. "Let's see what's Alfred up to."

Alfred was prepared. He had a snack for Bruce on the kitchen's island. He was in the process of washing the dishes. He said as they arrived, "Ready for your afternoon snack, sir?"

Bruce nodded, "Yeah!" He went to the counter and sat on the stool. He began eating.

Clark sat down beside him. He cleared his throat and glanced at Alfred.

"Oh, thank you, Alfred."

Alfred said, "Your welcome."

Afterwards, the two spent time together. They got to play simple games and do fun things.

Later in the day, Bruce enjoyed a bubble bath. Then after getting nice and clean, he was on his bedroom floor playing with his toy car.

Clark came into the room as he was finished his own shower. He put on his pajamas. When he turned around, he asked, "Want to watch a movie?"

Bruce nodded, "Uh-huh!"

The two watched a movie in the screen room. About halfway into the movie, Bruce cuddled close to Clark. He held on to his arm. He curled up as small as he could against him.

After the movie was over, Bruce got up and said, "Let's play blocks!"

Clark said, "We already played blocks. Also it's getting late."

Bruce moaned, "Aw. Do we have to go to sleep?"

"No," Clark said. "We don't have to. How about we read a book?"

"Okay."

And that's what they did.

Just as Clark was finished with the story, Bruce was leaning against his side half asleep. "Alright. Time to sleep."

Bruce mumbled, "Okay."

Clark and Bruce laid down. The blankets were warm. The moonlight shone through the closed window. The two fell asleep.

The next morning, Bruce woke up first. He exhaled as he sat up. He looked down at Clark, who was still asleep.

There was signs that Clark has went out at Superman a few times last night.

Bruce couldn't help but chuckle.

Clark woke up to the sound. He said, "Good morning, B."

Bruce said, "Good morning, sweetheart." Yesterday was nice.

"Glad you enjoyed yourself." Clark sat up. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine." He leaned over Clark's face. "You spoil me rotten sometimes." He placed a kiss on his lips. "How about we do some 'adult' things."

Clark shrugged, "I'm not opposed to that."

An hour later, Bruce was laying on his stomach catching his breath. "Damn, Clark. You really do like to spoil me rotten."

Clark was laying his back completely satisfied. He trembled, "Yeah. I don't understand how you could keep up with me. You amaze me every time."

"Barely," Bruce said honestly. "I could barely keep up. Do you know how many times I almost came in you when you wouldn't come. Just come!"

"Not my fault I was enjoying myself," Clark retorted. "You just come too early."

Bruce glared at him. "Clark. It shouldn't take twenty minutes to orgasm!"

Clark scoffed, "I could keep going."

"Of course you could," Bruce said. He sucked his teeth. He got up on his knees. "Next time, I'll bottom. I'll take the time to clean myself out with my 'normal' speed. This is ridiculous." He got off the bed and picked up his underwear to put on.

Clark took a gander at his butt just before he put it on. He whistled. "I would not be opposed to that."

Bruce looked at him and chuckled. "Want to have a bubble bath?" He was amused of his own 'adultly' desire to have a bubble bath.

"Eh, why not?"

Bruce got to spend his second day off with Clark.