When Batman walks into the Watchtower the next day, he is bombarded with questions.
"What happened, Bruce?" Wonder Woman asks.
"It's all over the news!" Flash states.
"Who'da thought it even could happen?" Green Lantern whispers.
All of his friends were asking about this. All except Superman, who sits by himself at the table used for meetings, a cup of coffee in his hand.
Batman maneuvers around his teamates, avoiding their questions, before sitting down next to Clark. "You alright?" He asks.
Superman only looks at him, as if he were crazy. "Pretty sure I should be asking you that." He manages with a smile.
Something is wrong. But after the night they had, who could expect for something not to be wrong? Of course it would be awkward today. Of course Clark would try to avoid contact for a while; try to give himself time to... recover.
He'd find some excuse not to speak to Bruce for at least a couple of days, maybe a week at most. He'd give himself time to forget.
Clark suddenly starts speaking. He wants to make things right. "Bruce-"
"Stop. Look, what happened last night... I've wanted-, needed for a while. If you don't feel the same, fine. Just forget about all of this and I'll shut it all away. But please; please Clark, if you felt what I did last night, don't back away."
Clark stares at him in awe. This is possibly the one thing he hadn't expected; for the Batman to confess not only his feelings, but feelings of love. Toward Superman.
Some part inside of Clark couldn't believe what he was hearing, but there was another part-- deep, deep down-- that had not only known it the entire time, but felt the same way.
"Bruce, last night was a mistake." He says. His words come out much more harsh and mean than intended, however he sticks to them none the less.
"Last night was just lust and a whole lot of emotions neither of us fully understand, alright?"
Bruce feels utterly broken but keeps a straight face, despit the pain erupting in his mind and chest.
"Clark, I-"
"I don't know how I feel, okay? I'm so confused." Clark places his head on the table, and covers his face with his hands.
"But," Clark continues. "After what you said, if you could, I don't know. If you could find a way for this to work out, I'd be willing to give it a try."
This time, Bruce lets his emotions show. He smiles widely, confusing the few Leaguers who bothered to look over. Clark leans forward, and plants a kiss onto the small part of exposed cheek from Bruce's cowl. Then he stands, and walks away.
"Clark," Bruce gets up after him. They make it just around a corner, into a hallway, before stopping.
"You know that if this happens, it can be only Clark and Bruce that are together, don't you? That it could never be Batman and Superman?"
"Of course, Bruce." Clark replies, "It'd be too dangerous. Sooner or later put the whole League in jeapordy."
Bruce nods. Together in this moment, they study the small details about each other. From Clark's sapphire eyes to the more or less permanent scowl Bruce carries when his mask is on.
"Take it off." Clark demands, almost as if reading Bruce's mind. Bruce complies, removing the lead-lined cowl from his head and immediately pounces on Clark.
