He knows that Clark is not psychic; of all his powers, that is not among them. He also knows that it's funny and probably a little suspect that Bruce can express how furious he is about this thing or that thing but chokes on anything positive. So he tries this way, with touches and ordering food and standing in the shower with him, talking about nothing. He has - mostly - stopped trying to self-sabotage. He has accepted the logic that appropriate ways to express affection fall into the realm of kisses and encouragement, and not buying the Daily Planet or sending Lex Luthor to the pits of hell. (Though he has done both of those things.) (Hell being, Arkham.)
When he looks down, tips Clark's face up, he doesn't press a kiss to his mouth. Instead, just to the side of it, like it would be too much to kiss him properly. Too overwhelming, and he needs a moment still to savor Clark as he is.
Might as well wash up since he's in here. No layer of oceanic heroics plastered to his skin, but the water feels nice, and Clark feels better for being against him. Bruce keeps a hand on him at all times, almost idle, like he's orienting himself against him.
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Bruce already knows all his weak spots, anyway.
(Left atrium. Kryptonite. Lois. Mom. Shitty beer, awkward friends.)
He knows that Clark is not psychic; of all his powers, that is not among them. He also knows that it's funny and probably a little suspect that Bruce can express how furious he is about this thing or that thing but chokes on anything positive. So he tries this way, with touches and ordering food and standing in the shower with him, talking about nothing. He has - mostly - stopped trying to self-sabotage. He has accepted the logic that appropriate ways to express affection fall into the realm of kisses and encouragement, and not buying the Daily Planet or sending Lex Luthor to the pits of hell. (Though he has done both of those things.) (Hell being, Arkham.)
When he looks down, tips Clark's face up, he doesn't press a kiss to his mouth. Instead, just to the side of it, like it would be too much to kiss him properly. Too overwhelming, and he needs a moment still to savor Clark as he is.
Might as well wash up since he's in here. No layer of oceanic heroics plastered to his skin, but the water feels nice, and Clark feels better for being against him. Bruce keeps a hand on him at all times, almost idle, like he's orienting himself against him.