"Mm." Yes, ouch. Back to one, Kansas, say the eyebrows and flat look. Bruce puts him through his paces, corrects his form, makes verbal notes.
It's been a lot of years since Bruce has had to meditate. He gave it up, along with a number of other things. That's the old man in between, the perfect ninja, the monolith. He resisted things. He purged murderous rage and vice. He used his baser emotions like a finely sharped blade, and only permitted blood to wet it when he could control it.
Not so much, these days.
His pulse jumps when Clark gets too close. He grits his teeth when Clark rolls his shoulders and manages to pull taught the borrowed undershirt, which while strictly too loose on him, does not actually do anything to hide his physique or occasional glimpses of chest hair. (The Superman suit does that too. Bruce hates it. Can't you laser vision that off or something, you asshole, it's 2017 and that's not supposed to be attractive. How do you know Bruce's weakness is performative erotic gender standards. Fuck ooooofff.)
They run through a series of moves, and Clark is picking it up, and this time when he stops short to spare Bruce's chalk-fragile human skeleton, he hooks his foot behind the younger man's heel and pulls, while pushing in the opposite direction on his arm. Bonk.
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It's been a lot of years since Bruce has had to meditate. He gave it up, along with a number of other things. That's the old man in between, the perfect ninja, the monolith. He resisted things. He purged murderous rage and vice. He used his baser emotions like a finely sharped blade, and only permitted blood to wet it when he could control it.
Not so much, these days.
His pulse jumps when Clark gets too close. He grits his teeth when Clark rolls his shoulders and manages to pull taught the borrowed undershirt, which while strictly too loose on him, does not actually do anything to hide his physique or occasional glimpses of chest hair. (The Superman suit does that too. Bruce hates it. Can't you laser vision that off or something, you asshole, it's 2017 and that's not supposed to be attractive. How do you know Bruce's weakness is performative erotic gender standards. Fuck ooooofff.)
They run through a series of moves, and Clark is picking it up, and this time when he stops short to spare Bruce's chalk-fragile human skeleton, he hooks his foot behind the younger man's heel and pulls, while pushing in the opposite direction on his arm. Bonk.