DC/Justice League Oneshots

Songfic

A/N Written by @Bekkoni. Plot minorly changed.

It's sitting by the overcoat,
The second shelf, the note she wrote
That I can't bring myself to throw away
And also
Reach she said for no one else but you,
Cause you won't turn away
When someone else is gone

Bruce stormed into Clark's dorm with a stack of papers and a glare that could have frozen over an ocean. "You forgot to do the schematics for the new Javelin. I need them. Now."

Clark calmly took the kettle off the stove and poured the hot water into a couple of mugs. "Sorry, I'll do it. I just got back from Metropolis, actually. Lex tried to take the place over again."

"Why would you even turn in a report unfinished? You're usually not this idiotic-."

"Tea?" Clark asked, and slid on of the mugs across the table. Batman stopped short, and picked up the hot cup of earl gray.

"I snap at you and you offer me tea?"

"I learned from Alfred," Clark said. Bruce just looked at him. "Bruce, Di talked to me."

I'm sorry 'bout the attitude
I need to give when I'm with you
But no one else would take this shit from me
And I'm so
Terrified of no one else but me
I'm here all the time
I won't go away
It's me, and I can't get myself to go away
Oh God I shouldn't feel this way

The mug hit the tabletop with a dull thunk. Bruce looked down, away, anywhere but Clark's face. Finally he just picked up the cup again and took a sip, as much an admission of defeat as Clark was likely to get. "What did she tell you?"

"She said things weren't going well between the two of you."

Bruce shrugged. "She doesn't want to see me anymore."

"Now that's not what she-"

"She was being kind, Kal."

Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out some hope for me
It's been a long day, always, ain't that right
And no Lord your hand won't stop it
Just keep you trembling
It's been a long day, always ain't that right

Clark picked up his own mug, sipped the tea while considering what to say. "Bruce, she loves you. She's not leaving you."

"She thinks she loves me." Bruce stared into his cup.

"You always have to think the worst of the world, don't you?" Clark asked, half teasing and half chiding. "If you want this, you actually have to be willing to contribute to a relationship. Like not ignoring her half the times you're together."

Well I'm surprised that you'd believe
In anything that comes from me
I didn't hear from you or from someone else.
So what, so long

"So you agree with her!" Bruce said.

"Yes."

"But you're talking to me. And making tea."

Clark smiled. "That's a cultural phenomenon known as 'friendship'."

Bruce looked down again. "Don't tease."

"All right." Clark set his mug down on the countertop and leaned forward. "Maybe I don't want to see you screw up your relationship with a woman who truly likes you and who I know you like, too."

Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out some hope for me
It's been a long day, always ain't that right

"I seem to be an expert at that," Bruce shook his head. "I think you're too late."

"Go talk to her. Take her out to dinner. Apologize." Clark put as much emphasis on the last word as he dared.

"It won't do any good," Bruce said. "She was really mad this time. You weren't there. I think I messed it up."

Clark smiled, just as someone knocked on the door. Bruce jumped, nearly spilling tea all over the counter, and watched suspiciously as Clark went to open the door. "Hey, come on in."

Diana stepped through the door and stopped short when she saw Bruce at the counter. They both stood silently appraising each other.

"She was coming over to give me the Javelin blueprints," Clark said to Bruce. He waved Di over to the kitchen. "But since you're both here, I guess I'm kind of redundant."

Bruce glared at him. "I know what you're doing here, Kent."

Diana rolled her eyes and sighed. Bruce stopped talking. Clark groaned inwardly-he was expecting at least Diana to have warmed up a little. If neither of them would talk to each other...Diana threw the blueprints on the coffee table and turned to leave.

"Di," Bruce said, suddenly. She turned back around. "Don't..." he broke off, and looked down at the ground again. "I'm sorry. Please don't go."

Diana melted at that, the cold look giving way to a brilliant smile. Clark, forgotten by both of them, grinned and quietly slipped out the door.

Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out some hope for me

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