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faithful. ([personal profile] nightlife) wrote 2017-12-27 08:07 pm (UTC)

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Bruce had assumed Clark hurled it out of the atmosphere, trusting him enough at this stage to have enough awareness not to just drop an unknown contaminant into the ocean - and is glad he was correct with that assumption; it means the satellite he tasked with finding the container might have results by now. He can plug in an equation and see how long it'll take the toxin to disperse and become inert in a vacuum, and if he has to send nanites up there to clean it up.

A pain, but much less of a pain than being dead from neurotoxin.

"All the hostages survived," Bruce assures him, the hand at his side moving up and down every so often, more to reassure himself than comfort Clark at this stage. He's not normally so plainly affectionate, preferring to keep his touches brief unless they're leading to something else, but the incident's rattled him-- and maybe Clark won't remember very well, when he sobers up.

If he sobers up.

"I took care of the traffickers." A few unconscious, a few bleeding and handcuffed to a pipe, one upside down. Giftwrapped for GCPD; Happy New Year. Bruce lets out a sigh and presses the bridge of his nose against Clark's temple. "You scared the shit out of me. You're still scaring the shit out of me. Please don't do that again. Gotham isn't like Metropolis, Clark, they're just going to get meaner when Superman shows up."

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