Superbat Oneshots

Stop Drinking

This one-shot was written by: Mimi

Warning: This is fluff and it has like one swear, so if you want so GUUUUDDDD SMUT this is not the place. I REPEAT THIS IS NOT SMUT. Only Space writes the smut part. (Not true)

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"Stop Bruce, you've had enough," Clark said to him, tiredly. Bruce had been sitting in his layer, since 8 p.m drinking, vodka, and red wine. Now it was 1 a.m, and Clark was trying to convince Bruce to stop drinking.

"Your not the boss of me, Clerk!" Bruce yelled, sort of speaking gibberish. Clark looked at him with a blank face, feeling like dragging him out of his chair, and tucking him into bed.

"First of all it's Clark, second of all your gonna get sick if you drink anymore, and stay up any longer, you drunk brute." Clark said with a little bit of anger bubbling and rising in him. Clark then began to pick Bruce up. Bruce punched at kicked trying to get out of Clark's grip.

"You put me down, you big bully!" Bruce squirms around in Clark's grip, as they arrived in Bruce's bedroom. Clark laid him down on the bed and tried tucking him in, but he just kicked the blankets off.

"Stop kicking, and just go to bed!" Clark yelled. Bruce stopped scared and looking like he was gonna cry. Clark forgot how emotional he was when drunk.

"I-I'm sowwy, I d-didn't mean it..." Clark looked at him with his tired eye's and sighed. Clark took him in his embrace.

"It's okay, just go to bed, please," Clark said, while Bruce softly sobbed in Clark's chest.

"You a very gudddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd mannnnnn Cler-" He began to pass out. Clark listened to his soft snores. He let go of Bruce and tried to get up, but Bruce held onto his hand, while he slept.

"Bruce let go." He lightly tugged his hand away, but Bruce kept a strong grip on his hand, not letting go.

"Zzzzz..." Clark looked at Bruce, with his loving eyes. He tried to unwrap his hand from Bruce's.

"Come on Bruce, I'm tired too." Clark was getting tired of Bruce's shit. Clark started pushing Bruce until he got out of his grip.

"I can't sleep alone, I'm scared." Bruce suddenly said. Clark looks at him with a 'nice try' look on his face. Clark began to lean into Bruce's forehead and gently kissed his forehead. Bruce looked at him flustered, and slightly angry Clark was leaving him.

"Hey, I'll be back in the morning if that makes you feel better," Clark said with his soft voice. Bruce began to tug on his shirt. Clark looked at him and sighed.

"Stay, please," Bruce said with his sad voice. Clark began to give up.

"Fine, but just know that in the morning I'm leaving," Clark said in his tired voice. Bruce's face lit up in happiness. Bruce pulled him onto the bed cuddling up in Clark's chest. Clark wrapped his arms around Bruce and cuddled up to his warm body. Bruce looked up a little and kissed Clark's cheek.

"Thank you, my love." Bruce softly whispered in Clark's ear, making him blush a tint of pink.

"I love you," Clark said lovingly. Bruce hid his Flustered face in Clark's chest.

"I love you too." Bruce said in Clark's chest, kind of muffled. Clark smiled at his flustered cuteness. Clark couldn't lie, taking care of Bruce turned out okay. He found it sort of fun, entertaining, and lovely. Clark liked spending time with Bruce like this. Especially because of how cuddly he was. Clark couldn't lie, he loved this brute more than anything in this entire world because Bruce was his world. If he ever lost Bruce, he wouldn't know what he'd do. Bruce was the only thing he has, other than Lois, but they broke up. He felt Bruce was his one and only true love.