It should turn him cold, the way Clark knows. Because of course he does, he's not the kind of person who'd bluff it, and Bruce is pretty sure he'd be able to tell. Instead of twists heat further into his gut, thinking about Superman paying such close attention to him while they were tangled like that, furious and unhinged. Even in between bouts of being choked cell by cell with kryptonite, Clark was focused sharp enough on him - through him - to pick it up.
He had been. And it had been less of a shock than he was generally prepared to acknowledge, at the time; his obsession and the very particular setups his unconscious mind chose to craft for him were not always subtle. Even after death, when he fully believed in Clark's goodness, he dreamed of Superman holding him down. Taking revenge. It would only make sense. Be deserved.
Part of him still expects it. Not really because he thinks Clark would. But.
"Yes."
Was he getting off on beating the shit out of him specifically, or was he getting off on letting loose with the most ferocity and force he's ever engaged in. Or both. Or does one follow the other. Everything hurt in him the second it connected, and everything felt the most alive. For a while the point of what they were doing didn't exist, and he was only chasing more, without thought. Like he'd never considered thought to be a thing worthy of existing in his cracked psyche.
(The funny thing about his control is how he can say I am done having a breakdown now and it's almost like it stops.)
"So are we going to be ashamed of that, or what." Not really a question. They should be, and yet. "Because it seems... like we're both thinking about it, and not saying anything about it, the same amount."
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He had been. And it had been less of a shock than he was generally prepared to acknowledge, at the time; his obsession and the very particular setups his unconscious mind chose to craft for him were not always subtle. Even after death, when he fully believed in Clark's goodness, he dreamed of Superman holding him down. Taking revenge. It would only make sense. Be deserved.
Part of him still expects it. Not really because he thinks Clark would. But.
"Yes."
Was he getting off on beating the shit out of him specifically, or was he getting off on letting loose with the most ferocity and force he's ever engaged in. Or both. Or does one follow the other. Everything hurt in him the second it connected, and everything felt the most alive. For a while the point of what they were doing didn't exist, and he was only chasing more, without thought. Like he'd never considered thought to be a thing worthy of existing in his cracked psyche.
(The funny thing about his control is how he can say I am done having a breakdown now and it's almost like it stops.)
"So are we going to be ashamed of that, or what." Not really a question. They should be, and yet. "Because it seems... like we're both thinking about it, and not saying anything about it, the same amount."