THE CALLING

Admitting the Truths

Bruce paced to and fro inside his bedroom as Superman sat on the edge of his bed and watched him. He could feel the other man's eyes follow him as he moved.

He wanted to punch himself unconscious.

Stupid!

Bruce halted and heaved a sigh. "So you were the one who took me to the medical room?"

"Yep"

"And you were just making sure when you said you wanted to hear me say your name?"

"You're precisely right"

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. "What if you were wrong or I never managed to say your name?"

"I would have caught you anyway" Clark shrugged.

"I just hate you, Clark. So. Much"

"I don't get why you would keep something like this from me though" Clark sounded hurt as his brows furrowed.

"You never told me you were Superman either"

"That's because--"

"That makes us even, Clark" Bruce sighed and plopped down beside him.

"Why were you so mean to me anyway? It was like you hated me the first time you laid eyes on me" Superman asked with genuine curiosity and Bruce shifted uncomfortably in his spot.

"I never hated you" he mumbled out and Clark raised his brows.

"Then why the cold treatment?"

"I thought I already gave you the answer, Clark. I just didn't want you to run off on your own and get hurt"

The corners of Clark's lips pulled up in a smile.
"You could have just told me. But you decided to always chew me out" he shook his head. "It's like you are a whole different person. You look and sound so angry all the time"

"That's what Gotham does to you"

Clark's eyes softened. He felt a tug at his heart as he looked down at Bruce's balled fists that rested on his sides. "Which one of  it is the mask, Bruce?" His voice was low and almost not audible. "Who is the real you?"

Bruce let out a dry chuckle. "Does it really matter?"

"It does". Clark's eyes formed a glare and Bruce chuckled.

"Change into one of my clothes, Clark-boy. Let's go downstairs and eat something. I'm hungry" Bruce got up from his spot and walked away after giving Clark's shoulder a light tap.

The door clicked shut and Clark was alone in the room. He suddenly felt a lot of thoughts flood his mind.

Even when he thought he knew all about him, he really didn't know anything about Bruce. Everyone, even Clark , thinks of him as some rich brat who inherited all of his dead parents' wealth at a very young age. No one realises how his mind works.

He couldn't even imagine what the other man has been through. The pain he had to endure should be what made him what he is today.

Clark suddenly felt guilt wash over him as he realised how shameful his attitude towards him was.

All he could do now was stay by his side and make it up for him.

And he was going to do just that.