𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘 [√]

Injured bat (Superbat)...(Part Four)

Let's just say the next few days were hard for Bruce, it was the hardest deal he had ever made. He was restless and he hated being stuck in bed.

Clark, on the other hand, was absolutely enjoying it; he was getting to take care of his human, even If Bruce was making it a tiny bit difficult.

Bruce was complaining and tried to get up once or twice, but Clark managed to keep him down.

It was the day before the end of the deal, and the alarm went off in the manor. Clark and Bruce had been sitting in Bruce's room when the alarm went off. Clark jumped to his feet in time to stop Bruce from getting up. "You stay here; I will go take care of this," he said, exiting the room and leaving a grumpy Bruce in bed.

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A few hours later, when Alfred came in with his dinner, he looked at his charge on the bed and smirked. "He will be fine, Master Bruce," he said.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Bruce huffed, pouting.

"Right, so I assume you aren't worried about a certain red and blue hero," Alfred said, still smirking.

"No, of course not; why would I be?" Bruce asked defensively. Just then Superman came in the door. Relief immediately flooded through Bruce and he released a breath he didn't know he was holding. Alfred smiled at him and left them alone.

"You're back!! Did everything go alright?" Bruce asked, eyeing the man for injuries.

"I'm fine, Bruce. Just let me get changed and I'll come to keep your company," Clark said, heading into the closet.

He came back dressed in Bruce's clothes again; he had been wearing a lot of them lately, and Bruce didn't mind one bit.

"You know, I basically already won the bet. So, you Can tell me your secret now," Bruce said smugly as Kal-El, settled on a chair by his bedside.

The other man looked at him and rolled his eyes. "You still have a few more hours to go," He said, picking up a book from the bedside table.

Bruce pouted, "Aww, come on," He whined.

Clark looked at the man on the bed and smiled, a cute pout on his face. "Fine, I'll tell you," he said, getting up and moving towards the bed. "Move over," he said.

Bruce was confused but moved over allowing the other to join him on the bed. Kal-El moved in really close and lay beside him. His eyes roamed over Bruce's face, making his face grow hot.

"My human name is Clark Kent, and I love you," Clark whispered softly before attaching his lips to Bruce's.

Bruce, on the other hand, was shocked for a moment before he kissed back. He moved his hand to Clark's hair, running his fingers through it, earning himself a small moan.

Bruce pulled back, looking up into now dark blue eyes that stared back at him with a burning passion. "I love you too, Clark," He breathed out, pulling Clark closer and burying his nose into his neck.

He felt the other man smile against his skin. "Thank god," He heard the other man mumbled. Clark pulled away and brushed away the hair from Bruce's face. "So beautiful," He said as Bruce yawned and snuggled closer to him, making him chuckle.

"Sleep, my love," Clark said, climbing under the cover and wrapping his arms around Bruce.

"Goodnight, Clark," Bruce mumbled.

"Goodnight, Darling," Clark said, pulling him closer and wrapping his arms tighter around him.

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Word count: 573

Re-published: May 4, 2024, 2:30 am

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