"Oh, I'm carrying this after all?" Wow, Kent, and you didn't remember their sock anniversary, either. The romance is dead.
It always feels like a longer walk back to the car, than from. Some measure of anticipation sweeping time along gone; now they contend with reality, and all the reminders of why they showed up in the first place. A whole assorted mess, far-reaching implications, a long unpaved road to set out on to discover where it leads. Rough terrain. Orange-tinted, like on a world that never stops burning.
Surely, it would have been enough to just tell Clark what he was seeing. He didn't have to show him the sketches, or let him see that Vic has experienced similar visions. Detailing a Superman made not of nightmares, but of waking fear. Why can't honesty be kinder? Is it just not? Is that why Bruce is bad at both?
Cl-click. Car unlocked, and they can put their small shopping bags on the floor of the back seat for safety. It's a very ordinary move. Perhaps the trunk is full of old soccer equipment, or a solid block of bat-surveillance gear. Perhaps Bruce just also does mundane things like this after all; habits about grocery shopping and where to put breakable items in his fancy cars. Perhaps yet—
It's so he doesn't have to move to the driver's side yet. Pause.
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It always feels like a longer walk back to the car, than from. Some measure of anticipation sweeping time along gone; now they contend with reality, and all the reminders of why they showed up in the first place. A whole assorted mess, far-reaching implications, a long unpaved road to set out on to discover where it leads. Rough terrain. Orange-tinted, like on a world that never stops burning.
Surely, it would have been enough to just tell Clark what he was seeing. He didn't have to show him the sketches, or let him see that Vic has experienced similar visions. Detailing a Superman made not of nightmares, but of waking fear. Why can't honesty be kinder? Is it just not? Is that why Bruce is bad at both?
Cl-click. Car unlocked, and they can put their small shopping bags on the floor of the back seat for safety. It's a very ordinary move. Perhaps the trunk is full of old soccer equipment, or a solid block of bat-surveillance gear. Perhaps Bruce just also does mundane things like this after all; habits about grocery shopping and where to put breakable items in his fancy cars. Perhaps yet—
It's so he doesn't have to move to the driver's side yet. Pause.