Bruce might be interested in reading journalist Clark Kent's take on philosophies. How Socratic is What are you going to do about it? How about Do you bleed? What is Bruce Wayne trying to draw out, with the kinds of questions he asks this man in particular? A little hypocritical, don't you think?
(Once, a few years ago, a journalist asked him if he ever thought he'd do anything with the law degree he earned. Not really, he'd said, and downed another drink. I don't remember much of it.)
He goes to that kiss, because he has no choice in the matter. He presses one hand against the side of Clark's throat, fingers digging in at his pulse point, thumb at his jaw. It makes his hand ache. He can't hear the other man's heartbeat, but he can feel it, and maybe if he had the power he'd reach into his chest and feel his whole heart. He's not sure how to make something as intense as they want it (need it) without it being violent but this is somewhere to start, honesty spilled out between them like blood.
I want you to fuck me
is not something he'll say out loud. Yet. He wants Clark to push him again, he wants, he wants. A thousand things. The way he kisses him is too warm in turn in response to that warmth. He's not like this. He doesn't do this, he doesn't let people read things in him, he doesn't permit himself to let emotion speak through sex. He doesn't, he doesn't, he is.
no subject
(Once, a few years ago, a journalist asked him if he ever thought he'd do anything with the law degree he earned. Not really, he'd said, and downed another drink. I don't remember much of it.)
He goes to that kiss, because he has no choice in the matter. He presses one hand against the side of Clark's throat, fingers digging in at his pulse point, thumb at his jaw. It makes his hand ache. He can't hear the other man's heartbeat, but he can feel it, and maybe if he had the power he'd reach into his chest and feel his whole heart. He's not sure how to make something as intense as they want it (need it) without it being violent but this is somewhere to start, honesty spilled out between them like blood.
I want you to fuck me
is not something he'll say out loud. Yet. He wants Clark to push him again, he wants, he wants. A thousand things. The way he kisses him is too warm in turn in response to that warmth. He's not like this. He doesn't do this, he doesn't let people read things in him, he doesn't permit himself to let emotion speak through sex. He doesn't, he doesn't, he is.