𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘 [√]

Christmas (Superbat)...(Part Five)

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Bruce woke up early the next morning, leaving early before Clark woke up. He had made some calls the night before and had found the perfect gift for Clark. He had figured it out yesterday when he saw how sad Clark was to let his new friend go.

He got to his destination and got out of the car. He walked up to the house and knocked on the door. The door opened and a lady stood there in a nightgown. "Mr. Wayne," she said, stepping aside and letting Bruce in.

"Is it ready?" Bruce asked impatiently, the woman nodded and went away before coming back with a box and giving it to Bruce, who thanked her before heading back to his car and driving to his other destination.

When he got back home just after lunch, he quickly rushed the gifts up to his room before wrapping them and placing them under his closet. He then went back downstairs to see Clark already decorating the tree.

"Bruce, your back," Clark exclaimed as he jumped up from his position under the tree. He had lights wrapped around him. And he stumbled as he tripped over them and stumbled into Bruce, who quickly wrapped his arms around him to keep him steady.

Clark smiled at Bruce, and Bruce noticed little specks of glitter all over his face. He stood him upright, untangled him from the lights, and started to decorate the tree.

Two hours later, Bruce sat on the floor looking up at the finished tree. He watched as Clark's cape waved in the breeze coming through the window as he flew up to the top of the tree to put the star on. They had taken a break in the middle to go out and stop a fight when Bruce got an emergency call.

Clark landed behind him, and Bruce stood and took a step back, admiring his work. "It looks amazing," Clark said.

Bruce sighed and nodded his head. He couldn't help but remember the last time he had a tree. It was Christmas before his parents died, and they had gotten a huge tree. They had decorated it and put many presents under it.

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"What's wrong?" Clark asked, softly noting the change in Bruce.

"Nothing," Bruce replied, tearing his gaze away and moving to the window. He heard Clark sigh and came up behind him, he felt arms wrapped around his waist pulling him close.

"You can tell me, you know; that's why I'm here," Clark whispered close to Bruce's ear, making Bruce shiver.

"I haven't had a Christmas since I was eight, my parents were shot right in front of me. On Christmas, we were coming home from an opera, my mom loved them. There was an attack, and we cut through an alley where they didn't see the man. He stepped out and demanded our belongings but my dad refused. The man pulled out his gun and shot him, then my mother. I was so scared, I watched as he took their things and ran. I ran to a payphone and called Alfred and he came and got me and took me home. The next morning when I woke up I took down all the Christmas decorations with Alfred's help," Bruce said, he turned around and hugged Clark. Squeezing him tight.

Clark didn't say anything, he just hugged him back, snuggling close to Bruce. After he pulled away he saw the tears running down Bruce's face and wiped them away. "I have one more thing left on my list. Why don't you get changed and we'll go?" Clark asked and Bruce nodded, taking Clark's hand in his and Squeezing it before letting go and heading up the stairs.

Clark watched as Bruce disappeared up the stairs and sighed. He had hoped to find out why Bruce hated Christmas, but he didn't know it was so deep. He really hoped his plan worked.

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Word count: 642

Re-published: May 4, 2024, 7:30 am

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