"I know." His pseudo remorse is more of a wince, like that's just how things go. "Bad habit."
Has to know everything. Like what Bruce got him for Christmas and the number of metal nails hammered into his spine, and the pills he didn't take with him and. On it goes. Clark kisses him again, shallower, briefer, and his mind never even enters the territory that Bruce's does. That it should not be okay.
Bruce brought him back. Bruce was manipulated. Bruce knows these things, besides, but maybe one is just evening the score and the other is unacceptable. They'll find out.
Not on Christmas.
Clark's hand finds Bruce's, pulling him along in the path they were headed. He doesn't keep that hand, but only after a lingering tangle of fingers.
Yes, it's a bad habit, but not in the same circle of hell as any of Bruce's bad habits. A charming quirk, even, without comparison to anything else. He tastes like-- like somebody's stupid mouth, and a little like snow, now.
Sometimes he allows cold logic to tell him that had he not made the kryptonite weapons, Doomsday would never have been able to be stopped. That had he never gotten involved, or had he been more utilitarian about his suicidal intent, there would have been no one to resurrect Superman. What a world.
Crunch, crunch, weather underfoot. Gotham is beautiful in the snow, too. He wonders if Clark would like it.
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Has to know everything. Like what Bruce got him for Christmas and the number of metal nails hammered into his spine, and the pills he didn't take with him and. On it goes. Clark kisses him again, shallower, briefer, and his mind never even enters the territory that Bruce's does. That it should not be okay.
Bruce brought him back. Bruce was manipulated. Bruce knows these things, besides, but maybe one is just evening the score and the other is unacceptable. They'll find out.
Not on Christmas.
Clark's hand finds Bruce's, pulling him along in the path they were headed. He doesn't keep that hand, but only after a lingering tangle of fingers.
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Yes, it's a bad habit, but not in the same circle of hell as any of Bruce's bad habits. A charming quirk, even, without comparison to anything else. He tastes like-- like somebody's stupid mouth, and a little like snow, now.
Sometimes he allows cold logic to tell him that had he not made the kryptonite weapons, Doomsday would never have been able to be stopped. That had he never gotten involved, or had he been more utilitarian about his suicidal intent, there would have been no one to resurrect Superman. What a world.
Crunch, crunch, weather underfoot. Gotham is beautiful in the snow, too. He wonders if Clark would like it.
Where are they going? Bruce has no fucking idea.
Not that it matters. He'd follow him anywhere.