𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

chapter 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

ˢⁱⁿᶠᵘˡ ⁱⁿᶠᵃᵗᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

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[ stupid memories ]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰. His presence was relatively soothing, given the earlier encounter, however, as much as you tried to ignore it, the deep, rhythmic pounding of your heart gave away your true feelings.

You knew you felt some type of way for Rick. Although it had only been a short amount of time since you'd known him, and up until about three hours ago, you were plotting his murder, it didn't mean you were lusting after him. 

But you couldn't. You wouldn't. Not after what happened. You had fallen in love with a man just like that and look where you ended up; beaten up in a cement cage in Belle Reve.

You weren't stupid. You knew that nothing would come out of anything happening between you and Flag. After this mythical mission, you would be back in prison and he would be out in the world, completing commissions for the government and Waller. If she survived.

Your eyes closed, a brief yet shuddering breath escaping your lips...

"Y/N, stop, please," Clark begged, standing in front of the couch. He was so tired, rubbing his eyes from both the gathering tears of the news you just spitted out and the long hours of his 'job'.

"Clark, I have to," you sighed. "I have to get out this place. I can't live like this anymore! Soon, very soon, they will find me."

"You're acting crazy!" he exclaimed. "No one will find you, I promise. I'll be here, every damn second if I have too if it means I can protect you!"

"No," you mumbled, shaking your head. "Clark, you can't. You're Superman for fuck sakes!"

"Jesus..."

Clark's words were croaky and short, and he dropped to the couch, his shoulders sinking. His head found homage in his large, callous-covered palms, fingers streaking through the tousled brown curls.

Sniffing, you slowly made your way towards him and bent down on your knees. Your movements were slow, your hands wrapping themselves around his own, your lips grazing over the skin for just a moment.

"Clark, baby..." you whispered softly in a silent request for him to reveal those ocean blue eyes you had grown to love. He didn't. "I need to leave... okay? Look, I love you. You are the most important person in my life, Clark... But I'm not safe. And if they know you had any part in this, you... God, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if they did anything to you."

"I can protect myself," he muttered. "And I can protect you."

Yes, there was no doubt in your mind that Clark would protect you if necessary. He would fight against a thousand men, extraterrestrial forces, his own superhero companions if he needed to... but if those men were soldiers... You knew it, and Clark knew it; He wouldn't go rogue.