'Boring', he says, and Clark's smile skews crooked. There'd been a glance at fingerdrum, which might as well have been an airhorn of a signal, signifying something. "I can do that," he says, easy warmth. For the concession, maybe, but also the thing itself, contributing in some small way to something complex, interesting, and for him. There is a lot that Bruce does along those lines. Has before.
Clark has donuts, so. One of them he is about to steal, reaching for the box when he pauses, hand hovered in place, that transformation in expression and demeanor like a dog hearing something beyond the capabilities of human hearing.
Duty calls.
The wind in the room displaces anything paper-light, although it's not quite the violent storm of kinetic movement when Barry does this. Still, Clark was here and now he's not, chair rotating silently in place, and hardly ten seconds later, a sonic boom will mark his exit from the area properly, somewhere in the sky.
And despite that rudeness and urgency, Bruce is pretty sure there is still the lingering ghost of a touch having subtly rearranged his hair more definitively than just the wind of take off.
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Clark has donuts, so. One of them he is about to steal, reaching for the box when he pauses, hand hovered in place, that transformation in expression and demeanor like a dog hearing something beyond the capabilities of human hearing.
Duty calls.
The wind in the room displaces anything paper-light, although it's not quite the violent storm of kinetic movement when Barry does this. Still, Clark was here and now he's not, chair rotating silently in place, and hardly ten seconds later, a sonic boom will mark his exit from the area properly, somewhere in the sky.
And despite that rudeness and urgency, Bruce is pretty sure there is still the lingering ghost of a touch having subtly rearranged his hair more definitively than just the wind of take off.