#Born of sheer boredom and lack of access to my laptop

[violent138]

Clark lying on his bed, freshly back from dealing with the last forty emergencies. Sees the latest out of Gotham and just barely manages to control his strength enough to send Bruce a "you okay?" text with everything misspelled before proceeding to pass out, knowing the phone buzz will wake him up.

Bruce responds several hours later, with a "handled". And then another hour later, "What about you?"

Clark snorts, back from a warehouse fire and wondering how to stop the smell from spreading through his flat. "I'm good. As always."

"Liar."

Clark rolls his eyes, deleting a "Why do you bother asking" for "takes one to know one".

"Get some rest." Comes the annoyed, optimistically concerned reply.

"Yes boss." Clark mutters aloud as he types, "You too." hearing sirens in the distance and putting the suit back on. He can hear Bruce's alert and active heartbeat the whole time he's out, neither of them close to done even as morning rolls in.