𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘 [√]

The H word(Superbat)...(Part Three

Sixty, there were sixty Bruces in Gotham and Clark had already been to twenty in the past few three days. Ten were old men well over forty and struggling to move around, six were dead and Four were under the age of twenty. None of them were his Bruce.

What made it more difficult was that Batman hadn't been out to fight crime since the last time that Clark saw him either, so he couldn't just track him back to his lair or anything like that.

Clark looked down at the list in his hand and crossed off the names he had been to. Next on the list was Bruce Wayne. Clark had heard of him, a rich billionaire, a mysterious guy never really in the spotlight.

Looking at the address, Clark flew toward his destination. Soon, he came to Wayne Manor. It was late, and the sun was beginning to set. Clark hovered over the property for a few minutes before deciding to go down to get a closer look at this Bruce fellow.

Bruce was alone for the night, Alfred had gone out with a niece that had come to visit him earlier in the day and would be back early tomorrow morning. Bruce was resting in bed, he hadn't really felt like doing much lately. Ever since Clark had said the 'H' word to him. It wouldn't have hurt as much if anyone else had said it but, it wasn't anyone else. It was Clark, the man he had dreamt of holding in his arms, the man whom he had wet dreams about, the man who thought he was a Slow, weak human.

He caught a glimpse of a figure moving in his peripheral vision, slowly moving towards the bedside table, opening the drawer, and pulling a Batarang. He waited for the figure to enter the door leading to the balcony before throwing the weapon. It hit the person in the shoulder, making them groan, and they stumbled backward. Bruce quickly turned on the bedside lamp and got out of bed ready to fight, but paused as he saw who was standing in his bedroom.

"So, you're Batman," Clark said as he pulled out the Batarang, letting the wound close up.

"You idiot," Bruce yelled, walking around the bed until he was in front of Clark. "What were you thinking, sneaking into my house in the middle of the night like a criminal?" He asked,

"It's not the middle of the night, the sun just went down. And I was trying to find you," Clark said, sitting on the bed.

"Why didn't you just call the batphone?" Bruce asked, taking the Batarang from Clark and cutting his suit where it had pierced his skin. "It's almost healed."

"You wouldn't have answered if you knew it was me, and if you didn't you'd hang up as soon as you realized," Clark said, smiling up at Bruce.

"You're right about that," The other man replied, replacing the weapon in the drawer, and turning to face Clark. "Why are they smiling at me like that?" Bruce asked when he noticed Clark's face.

"I missed you," Clark said, standing up and moving towards Bruce, who rolled his eyes and moved away from him.

"Yeah right, I was just the weak, slow human of the team," Bruce said, making him wince at the words he had said the last time they saw each other.

"I'm sorry. I never should have said that. I know how you felt about being the only human on the team, and I should have thought about what I said before I said it. You might be human, but you do a lot for us. You help us plan missions and understand stuff that no one else does," Clark said. He noticed the light blush on Bruce's cheek and smiled triumphantly. He thought carefully and wondered what his next words should be.

Walking up to Bruce, he waited until Bruce looked at him to speak. "You may not have superpowers or come from a different planet, Bruce, but you keep up with us, and that's what makes you an amazing human, my amazing human," he said before crashing his lips to Bruce's.

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Re-published: May 4, 2024, 9:45 am

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