Maybe normal as in metal bolts driven through your spine. Normal as in the imminent threat of apocalypse on a timeline, not just in dreams. The noise of the whole world, calling his name, and warped shadowed shapes in Gotham's ever-lasting cloud cover. There's a lot of normal to go back to.
But maybe some weird shit should remain. The echoes of domestic cohabitation. Clark offers a smile, hope and warmth and maybe some kind of reassurance, like, here he is, ready to be liked. Nanites gone, but memory remains, sensory instinct. They've changed.
"We could continue this conversation and play hooky at the same time," he says, indicating the monitors. Let 'em take a load off while they make out or watch a movie or visit an underrated Gotham attraction of Bruce's choice.
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Maybe normal as in metal bolts driven through your spine. Normal as in the imminent threat of apocalypse on a timeline, not just in dreams. The noise of the whole world, calling his name, and warped shadowed shapes in Gotham's ever-lasting cloud cover. There's a lot of normal to go back to.
But maybe some weird shit should remain. The echoes of domestic cohabitation. Clark offers a smile, hope and warmth and maybe some kind of reassurance, like, here he is, ready to be liked. Nanites gone, but memory remains, sensory instinct. They've changed.
"We could continue this conversation and play hooky at the same time," he says, indicating the monitors. Let 'em take a load off while they make out or watch a movie or visit an underrated Gotham attraction of Bruce's choice.