𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘 [√]

It's going to be ok (Superbat)...(Part One)

Clark was not okay. He was absolutely not okay. His powers had been acting up lately, and he didn't know why. Right now, he was lying on top of a skyscraper after falling out of the sky when his powers gave out.

He groaned and turned onto his side, pushing himself into a sitting position. "Fuck," He groaned, rubbing his head. He tried to stand but staggered, dizzy and fell back down. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again.

He tried standing again this time on steadier feet. He leaned on the air vents, steadying himself. He took a deep breath and tried to take off but flew only a few feet in the air before falling back down.

Sighing, he decided it was better for him to go on foot, it was almost midnight so no one was out to see him. He jumped off the building landing on the sidewall below. He looked around and quickly started in the direction of his house near the edge of the city. He had sold the farmhouse after his mom died a few years back and moved closer to the city.

Clark walked for about two hours before he got to his house, where he saw the batmobile parked out front. He opened the door, looked around, and realized that Batman wasn't downstairs. He made his way upstairs and to the dark gray door at the end of the hall. It looked out of place in the hallway filled with light-colored doors. But how else was his best friend going to decorate his door?

Opening the door, he looked inside and saw that Batman had taken off his suit and was sleeping in the queen-sized bed with black silk sheets pooling around his waist. Closing the door silently, Clark went to the master bedroom and slipped out of his suit before going to the ensuite bathroom.

He turned on the shower, making sure the water was hot before stepping in. He quickly showered then stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. He opened the bathroom door and jumped slightly as he spotted Bruce standing there.

"Bruce, I thought you were sleeping," He said, moving past his friend and the dresser. He pulled on his pajama pants before turning to face Bruce. He noticed how the other man's eyes lingered on his chest before snapping up to his face.

"You were late, Did something happen?" Bruce asked, with a bit of concern in his eyes. Normally, Clark would have been home by eleven, especially on weeknights when he had work the next morning.

"I'm fine, I just got distracted," Clark told him, not meeting his eyes. He knew Bruce could tell her was lying from the way he sighed, his friend was one of the greatest detectives ever.

"You know whatever it is, you can tell me, right?" Bruce said, taking a step toward him.

Clark nodded and made his way towards his California king bed. He lifted the sheets and climbed under the soft blue silk sheets. "I'm going to sleep, I'll see you in the morning," He said, turning away from Bruce.

"Night, Kal," Bruce replied before turning off the lights and exiting the room.

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Re-published: May 4, 2024, 5:15 am 

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