THE CALLING

Giving In

Bruce knew this was how he was going to be, he just didn't know for how long. It was strange how everyone in the league dropped their guards around him and he still had a lots of getting used to do.

The Flash no more ran away at the sight of him, and Green Lantern had stopped talking behind his back. He could feel a warm gaze on him often and would look up, only to lock eyes with Wonder Woman. It was indeed strange and awkward. It felt even weirder to see Superman act like his civilian self in that red and blue suit. It just didn't fit right.

Bruce missed those days when he worried about nothing and chewed out the heroes at the slightest discomfort. It was way more convenient.

He heaved yet another sigh as he sat infront of his bat computers and watched the surveillance of the city.

A few moments passed and Bruce rolled his eyes involuntarily when he heard a swish somewhere within the cave.

"Bruce!" Clark landed on the ground beside Bruce with a thud. Bruce didn't even care to look up and acknowledge him. If Clark wasn't used to this cold shoulder, he would have been atleast a little disappointed. He just scoffed it off.

"What do we have here?" Clark asked, though he knew just by looking at those screens.

"Saturday Night Live"

For a moment, Clark went speechless and he gaped at Bruce as his eyes followed him get up from his chair. "Was that a joke? Did you just say something sarcastic?"

Bruce pushed past Clark with a roll of his eyes and the other man chuckled.

"Are you forgetting how I used to be with you, like, a month ago?"

"But I thought it was just a mask you put up?" Clark hated the sound of it. He liked to think Bruce was being real with him even back then and he secretly hoped Bruce would just deny his accusations.

Bruce let out a light chuckle as he too leaned on the table beside Clark, with his arms crossed over his chest. "You're right. Bruce Wayne, is just an illusion. He doesn't really exist"

Clark felt a tug at his heart and he hated how Bruce smiled right on his face even when he said those words. Didn't he realise how that makes him feel ?

Much to his discomfort, Bruce shook his head and started walking away after giving him a tap on the shoulder.

He hated him. He hated him so much for the prick he was. Clark clenched his jaws tight and grabbed Bruce's arm, bringing him to a sudden halt.

"What--"

"What's your problem, Bruce?"

Bruce could only watch him in utter confusion. "What's my problem?"

"Yeah, do you have a problem?"

Bruce couldn't help the scowl on his face. "What are you on about? And let go"

It angered Clark. He knew he was indeed not making his point clear. But why was it so hard for the world's greatest detective to catch up?

"Have I ever told you how much I hate you?"

Bruce let out a surprised gasp when he was pushed against the table and his back hit the hard edge. "What's gotten into you?"

"You are so annoying" Clark gripped Bruce's face as the other man stared at him with a confused gaze. It took him a moment to realise Clark was inching in slowly as he spoke.

When their faces were dangerously close, Bruce made an attempt to stop him.

"Do you hate me?" Clark asked and Bruce immediately shook his head no. How could he ever hate him.

"Do you not like me, then?"

Bruce's breath hitched in his throat and he felt a turmoil inside him. He couldn't meet Clark's scrutinizing gaze and looked away.

What was there to not like about Clark? But did he like him? He found himself at a loss. He couldn't quite figure out what feelings he had for him.

Just a month ago, they were labelled as best friends. At some point though, Clark had crossed the line and Bruce had since then wondered what exactly it was they had. He had given it a lot of thought. But all he could tell was what they had was special. He couldn't tell if he liked being kissed by Clark or not. He didn't hate it, he pushed him away out of surprise... And anger .

He was angry at himself for not being able to understand anything. He was angry at the world for making him feel so scared.

Everything had made Bruce feel strange. But somehow, Clark had always managed to cut through all the commotion and stand right beside him. He hated how confident Clark seemed about the things he wanted. And how he was nothing like him.

His mind stopped working when he felt a welcoming warmth against his lips. He knew he never hated this feeling, he found it sweet.

The kiss was a bit hesitant, as Clark made it clear that Bruce was free to pull away from him if he hated it. However he had his arms tightly wrapped around him, as if he was scared he might run away.

Much to Clark's surprise, he felt Bruce's lips move as well and after a moment, he pulled away to look down at Bruce who gazed back at him with a look Clark had longed to see on that face. The weight of the world no more seemed to rest on those shoulders and those eyes turned into a shade of warm blue.

"It wasn't as hard as I thought" Bruce said in a low voice and Clark couldn't help from letting out a chuckle.

He leaned his forehead against Bruce's and held him even tighter. "God, what am I going to do with you…"

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A/N

Guys, I have no idea  what I'm writing anymore... Forgive me if the chapters start getting a bit sloppy ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ