An underwater kingdom toppled by a piece of junk Bruce chucked in the ocean purely to annoy both sides of the argument he got stuck in, their quarrelling leaders out for revenge, looking for the sorcerer who cursed them. And it's just some guy. It's the kind of luck that would make sense following the series of events that manifested this very moment.
Handy, being so habitually rude to everyone, socially. How'd you two meet? in an airport bar helps no one.
It would be easy, for Bruce to fetishize Clark's physical perfection. His alienness; to look at him like a god. But instead, when he looks at the other man - sometimes like he's an idiot, but sometimes like now, simply admiring him - it's plain and intent. He is nice to look at, so he looks. He doesn't think Bruce's intensity is disconcerting, so he doesn't have to pretend he isn't.
"Like a friend." Bruce pulls his shirt off over his head. "You really did grow up in flyover country."
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An underwater kingdom toppled by a piece of junk Bruce chucked in the ocean purely to annoy both sides of the argument he got stuck in, their quarrelling leaders out for revenge, looking for the sorcerer who cursed them. And it's just some guy. It's the kind of luck that would make sense following the series of events that manifested this very moment.
Handy, being so habitually rude to everyone, socially. How'd you two meet? in an airport bar helps no one.
It would be easy, for Bruce to fetishize Clark's physical perfection. His alienness; to look at him like a god. But instead, when he looks at the other man - sometimes like he's an idiot, but sometimes like now, simply admiring him - it's plain and intent. He is nice to look at, so he looks. He doesn't think Bruce's intensity is disconcerting, so he doesn't have to pretend he isn't.
"Like a friend." Bruce pulls his shirt off over his head. "You really did grow up in flyover country."