Clark trades medical kit for book. Bruce's hand will need ice, some kind of NSAID, but he's done his bit, careful and particular.
Now, his attention turns to pages, pausing over the first drawing before he begins leafing through. The cast of characters, expanding, diminishing. His presence, and his absence. The blasted landscape, worse than he'd previously imagined the world looking like under Darkseid's influence. Parademons like locusts, stripping down cities. The dates, the notes. Once he stops seeig and starts reading, he can kind of imagine it more like a branching tree, but with pieces missing.
He spends the time, absorbing it all, expression serious. Like he wants to share this, wants to stand where Bruce is standing, where Vic is standing. It has occurred to him he could feel a way about Bruce keeping this from him, but what's the point, when he can understand why?
He starts from the beginning with better context, but doesn't get all the way back to the end again before commenting.
"A fixed point," Clark says. "Darkseid, on earth." Lois, dead. Clark, taken. "And then variations. Even if they look similar, they're not set in stone."
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Now, his attention turns to pages, pausing over the first drawing before he begins leafing through. The cast of characters, expanding, diminishing. His presence, and his absence. The blasted landscape, worse than he'd previously imagined the world looking like under Darkseid's influence. Parademons like locusts, stripping down cities. The dates, the notes. Once he stops seeig and starts reading, he can kind of imagine it more like a branching tree, but with pieces missing.
He spends the time, absorbing it all, expression serious. Like he wants to share this, wants to stand where Bruce is standing, where Vic is standing. It has occurred to him he could feel a way about Bruce keeping this from him, but what's the point, when he can understand why?
He starts from the beginning with better context, but doesn't get all the way back to the end again before commenting.
"A fixed point," Clark says. "Darkseid, on earth." Lois, dead. Clark, taken. "And then variations. Even if they look similar, they're not set in stone."