Even while super, Clark has pushed himself beyond even his considerable limits, normal stuff like dragging stranded ships across ice or separating sentient cosmic computers from one another before they could destroy the world. In these scenarios, he has applied a little effort. And doing so felt different to this. It just—worked differently, in a way difficult to describe. Accessing new stores of himself.
This is bone and tendon and muscle and blood. It doesn't make sense that he should feel Bruce's weight and strength pressing down on his hands in, say, his lower back, but he does. Heels dig into mat. That he is reminded to breathe is timely, because he had forgotten for a hot second.
"Uh huh," he says, a smile cutting sharp across his face, a laugh at the edge of newly returned breathing.
And because he had tested his newfound superpowers that one time by almost flinging himself off the whole earth, Clark tests newfound weakness by suddenly doubling his effort, a meaningful attempt to shove Bruce up, powering against that odd burn lashed through muscle.
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This is bone and tendon and muscle and blood. It doesn't make sense that he should feel Bruce's weight and strength pressing down on his hands in, say, his lower back, but he does. Heels dig into mat. That he is reminded to breathe is timely, because he had forgotten for a hot second.
"Uh huh," he says, a smile cutting sharp across his face, a laugh at the edge of newly returned breathing.
And because he had tested his newfound superpowers that one time by almost flinging himself off the whole earth, Clark tests newfound weakness by suddenly doubling his effort, a meaningful attempt to shove Bruce up, powering against that odd burn lashed through muscle.