𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘 [√]

Injured bat (Superbat)...(Part Three)

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Bruce woke up to the sound of feet pacing across the floor. He shifted uncomfortably, on the bed and groaned as he felt pain all over his body.

"That's what you deserve, for not listening to me," A voice came from his left, making him open his eyes. He looked into deep blue eyes And knew he was in for it, from the way they glared at him.

"Superman, I can explain..." he said, trying to sit up.

"Really? It better be a damn good explanation," Superman replied, placing his hand on Bruce's chest and gently pushing him back down.

"I couldn't ignore the alert, I had to help. If I didn't, a family would have died," Bruce said, hoping the other man would understand.

Clark looked at the injured billionaire laying on the bed and sighed. He watched the way his hand gripped the bedsheets and heard the sharp intake of his breath that normal human ears wouldn't have picked up.

He left the room and came back a few minutes later and sat at the edge of the bed. He stretched out his hand showing Bruce the pills inside. Bruce looked at them and shook his head. "I don't need them," He said and Clark glared again.

"Bruce Wayne, I am still deciding whether to throttle you or to canoodle and if you don't take these pills I throttle you," Clark said sternly, making Bruce blush and take the pills.

"I hope you know, I'm staying here till you get better, and you're not getting out of that bed," Clark said, exiting the room and leaving Clark to rest.

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Bruce woke up a few hours later feeling a little bit more rested and a bit less in pain. Bruce lay in bed until he began to become restless, he slowly sat up and got out of bed. He slowly made his way out of the room and down the hall. He walked out of the mansion and onto the balcony.

He was sitting there before the doors burst open and a worried Superman flew through them. When he saw Bruce he glared, and Bruce shrunk in his seat.

" What are you doing out here? I've been looking all over for you?" Clark said standing in front of him.

"I got bored. I hate staying in bed," Bruce said, but Clark's glare didn't lessen.

"Superman..." Bruce began.

"Kal-El. My name is Kal-el. We'll have my Kryptonian name," Superman told him.

Bruce smiled, he now knew the real name of the most beautiful man on earth. He looked up at Kal-El and realized that he had changed out of his costume and into a pair of Bruce's sweat pants and t-shirt, and the Crusader couldn't help but stare. The Kryptonian was absolutely beautiful in his clothes.

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"How about we make a deal," Kal-El said, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"What kind of deal?" Bruce asked, intrigued.

"If you stay in bed for the next two weeks, and let me take care of you, no arguments, no fussing. And I'll tell you a secret about me," Kal-El said.

"What? Two weeks? I can't..." Bruce began but stopped. The thought of Kal-El taking care of him was enticing and he would get to learn something more about the other. He looked at the other man, who was looking at him hopefully.

"So do we have a deal?" Kal-El asked.

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Word count: 550

Re-published: May 4, 2024, 2:15 am

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