Look, you, cats only meow for people, not each other. Also: not aquatic. This completely scans as 'cats are the opposite of beluga whales'. Anyway. What a sight they are to behold, a trio of weirdos. Bruce, secretly an awful softy, wonders if Sigrit wouldn't be happier in the wild. He wonders that about a lot of things. Animals, children, employees he moves from Gotham to Metropolis.
(Used to move.)
"Mmhm."
Of course it's a good aquarium, it's here.
Bruce's heart does something a little funny, when Clark takes his hand, but he follows along. It's a good something, even if it's also a nervous something. In the past he's stiltedly explained his history of performative heteronormativity - private school and the looming urban legends of inviting abuse, vague implications of dark things in training, and then the real and crippling fear of child services taking his kids away. And it was fine, because he likes women, anyway.
A lot of thinking for one hand. His squeezes Clark's.
no subject
(Used to move.)
"Mmhm."
Of course it's a good aquarium, it's here.
Bruce's heart does something a little funny, when Clark takes his hand, but he follows along. It's a good something, even if it's also a nervous something. In the past he's stiltedly explained his history of performative heteronormativity - private school and the looming urban legends of inviting abuse, vague implications of dark things in training, and then the real and crippling fear of child services taking his kids away. And it was fine, because he likes women, anyway.
A lot of thinking for one hand. His squeezes Clark's.
"You've met some whales"