Recognition in Bruce's face. There you are. There's a smile hidden in one corner of his mouth.
For a second he's pushed up, feeling the force of Clark's effort, practically balanced against his hands, a funny insect pose between the two of them. Elbows doing things. And then he pushes back, steady but hard, unfettered by heavy armor or the need to keep his own momentum going to leap off the next ledge. His considerable strength focused down to just Clark, the way his considerable attention is so often focused down to just Clark.
He feels the same burn, the same strain in this joint and that. A prickly twinge in his spine where the worst of the damage was repaired, years ago. But he always feels those things, and so he doesn't really notice them, and they don't have any impact in how he directs his weight.
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For a second he's pushed up, feeling the force of Clark's effort, practically balanced against his hands, a funny insect pose between the two of them. Elbows doing things. And then he pushes back, steady but hard, unfettered by heavy armor or the need to keep his own momentum going to leap off the next ledge. His considerable strength focused down to just Clark, the way his considerable attention is so often focused down to just Clark.
He feels the same burn, the same strain in this joint and that. A prickly twinge in his spine where the worst of the damage was repaired, years ago. But he always feels those things, and so he doesn't really notice them, and they don't have any impact in how he directs his weight.
"Think you can throw me off?"