Opposite Eventually Attract

The Simple Life (ii)

"It would probably be more comfortable for both of us if you let me carry you like-" Clark started to say as he attempted to readjust Bruce's weight so that he could reach for his legs with his other arm.

"Don't even think about it," Bruce hissed.

"Wow, you really are pretty uneasy about flying with me," Clark muttered while trying to mask his own irritation. "Don't worry. I won't drop you."

"That's not what bothers me," Bruce muttered under his breath.

"Oh I get it," Clark replied this time not at all concerned if Bruce heard his aggravation. "You just hate having no control of the situation and having to be completely dependent on me."

Bruce made no attempt to acknowledge Clark's caustic words. Clark hated it when he did that. "It's okay, you can trust me, or maybe that's exactly what bothers you?"

"Superman," Bruce growled.

"We're here," Clark replied, using the situation to avoid another argument.

"This is the place?" Bruce questioned as they landed on the roof of an old abandoned factory.

Clark shook his head and narrowed his eyes. "Not sure if this is the place, but he is definitely pretty close by."

Bruce recognized the expression and could tell Clark was using his x-ray vision to scan the area. "Who are all these guys?" Clark asked.

Bruce peered into one of the overhead windows and examined the room. "They are mostly remnants of Falcone's gang."

Clark frowned and started to assess the room further. "Them being in the same area as Damian is probably not a coincidence. Speaking of which, I found him, and I think his leg is injured."

"Is he captured?" Bruce asked in a not entirely calm voice.

Clark nodded. "No, he's actually concealed at the moment, but from the looks of it, they are searching for him."

Although it was faint, Clark caught the sigh of relief Bruce let out. "So what's the plan?"

"How many?" Bruce asked as he stood to his feet, cracked his knuckles, and walked towards the highest window.

"Twelve, and all armed, heavily," Clark answered as he walked to the opposite end Bruce was positioning himself at.

"So I guess these guys are just going to be in for a little surprise?" Clark asked. Bruce just smirked in response.

"That's what I figured," Clark smiled back.

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By the time Dick arrived, the pack of thugs had already gotten a thorough tromping from a not so happy vigilante and his surprise out of town Metropolis visitor. Needless to say, they were more than a little shocked. After neatly packing the gang back into the van they showed up in and gift wrapping them for the GCPD, the three heroes were now tending to a not so pleased Robin.

"I didn't need your help," Damian grumbled through a faint blush of frustration. "I had everything under control. I just miscalculated a landing and twisted my ankle a bit, but it was hardly a problem."

Dick's eyes widened in disbelief, and his voice was already on the verge of shouting. "Really? With your leg badly injured like that? Look, Damian, I get that you were pissed off at me, but you should've called for help."

Damian turned his face away from Dick and frowned. "Why would I need to do that?"

Now Dick was definitely yelling. "WHY? Are you kidding me?"