A Kryptonian's Fixation

Bruce: Marks in Training

Warning, this might be bad. Sorry, I'm currently writing under zero sleep. Why? Don't know, just tired and body says no sleep. Hope its at least passable. Enjoy!!

                                   ~SR

I had Watchtower duty for a few days. I was luckily able to make it where Bruce Wayne had to prepare for something. That something? A proposal for clean and renewable energy. I was also thinking of putting Ivy in charge of it, as long as she could be stable about it... Maybe allow Harley to help keep her in balance while getting the girl in a healthier situation.

"Hey, Batman... Need me to take over the night shift?" A familiar voice called behind me.

I glanced behind me to see the Man of Steel. He was giving me a sheepish smile, much similar to his Clark persona. I huffed.

"Don't you have reporting tomorrow?" I grumbled.

His eyebrow twitched in what I could only perceive as annoyance. After all, I practically know every bit of every working Leaguer while he knows nothing of me except for my heart rate and how I like my coffee.

"Tomorrow's the weekend. I can sleep in."

I felt a smirk form on my face as I stood up. He took a couple steps away from me as I walked over to him.

"Then let's see how much you know on how to defend." I hummed.

He gave me a bewildered look before slowly nodding and floating alongside me as we made our way down to the training center. We passed by a number of younger Leaguers, some of whom looked to us with awe and fear. It was a unique feeling to be stared at with equal amount of wonder as well as fear. In Gotham, it was mainly fear and insane obsession that followed me.

"Red or yellow?" I already had my hand placed on the button to turn the entire room into a red-room.

"Yellow. Fighting only in red will make me forget myself."

I nodded and moved away from it. I unclipped my cape and tossed it to a seat. I wanted the free movement to help correct his stance. I would need to be more careful where and how I strike him this time. This isn't in my gym with the red lights on.

I got into position, and he followed. The next several moments later was of us going back and forth. With his speed, he was able to land a few more hits than he would've otherwise. He tried to pin me several times, but I was able to squirm my way out of them.

This training wasn't as intense as before, but something did feel familiar about it. Not in the, I'm fighting the same person familiar... It was just familiar, but I wasn't sure how to truly describe it.

"You shouldn't be so distracted."

I grunted as I was slammed into the ground, Superman successfully pinning me down. I squirmed and tried to free my hands or to at least grab my belt. He grabbed my hands and pulled them above my head, pressing his hands hard into my wrists.

I huffed, relaxing into the floor as I stared up at him.

"Alright, you know how to pin at least." I grumbled.

The Kryptonian chuckled, smiling a little. Then that smile fell as his eyes darkened to a stormy look. He shifted his weight so more of him was holding me down.

"Superman." I growled in warning. His weight on top of me felt oddly comforting, but I much rather him be on top of me as Clark and Bruce Wayne, and not in public training center.

He muttered something in Kryptonian, something that oddly sounded like, "You're just as mysterious as him. Such a tease." Yes, I learned Clark's home language. I mainly did it so he couldn't hide crap from me.

"Super-"

His lips were on mine for a third time since all of this started. As far as I was counting anyway. His lips were always weirdly soft and warm, welcoming and enticing.

His tongue momentarily swiped across my lips as I began to kiss back. I couldn't stop myself from shifting, feeling something poking against my knee. I knew what it was, kind of difficult not too when the same thing was happening to me.

It wasn't long before I felt him pull away, leaving me breathless. Damn, was he a sweet country boy or was he a player himself?!

"Look what you do to me." His voice was rugged and growling in my ear, him pressing more into me.

I groaned, pulling on my arms a little. This was going too far.

"Superman, stop." I gasped.

Like a switch, he was off of me. He was panting a little, the problem in his pants just as bad mine. I sat up, taking a deep breath before finally getting up and clipping my cape back on.

"I believe we're done for the day." I grumbled, quickly turning and beginning to walk away.

"Wait! Batman! I-I'm sorry! I-"

I snapped my head and glared at him. My heart felt like it was almost breaking when I heard that. As much as what he was going to say was true, I very much don't want to hear it.

"Superman, I suggest you get your emotions checked. Figure who want first before you start something." I hissed, storming out.

My heart, it hurt so much. He wasn't even rejecting me! He just kissed me! Like he's done twice now! Except... This is the first time he went that far with me as Batman... I've seen him be hard as Batman, but that wasn't about me... That was about other things.

"God, why do emotions have to be so complicated." I grumbled as I took my seat back at the helm of the Watchtower.