#weepedwords : clark.

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@weepedwords sent : ❛  if there weren’t so many people watching us, i’d already be on my knees in front of you.  ❜

they're at some rich gala, a charity benefit at a museum in metropolis. batman and superman are not present tonight — they are clark kent and bruce wayne, the reporter and the billionaire. the duo stands nearby one another, bruce nursing a glass of champagne when clark finally slides up next to him. it's surprisingly subtle, the younger man's attempt to approach without grabbing everyone else's attention. to the untrained eye, it may just look like clark approaching him for a short interview — but bruce knows the truth of the matter. he's seen that look on clark's face before ; it's one of want, even if the kryptonian thinks he's keeping it well-hidden. sure enough, after a moment of the pair just standing there in silence, watching the mingling crowd, clark finally speaks. the words are almost uncharacteristically filthy ; bruce's head turns in the younger man's direction, a brow raising slightly. he can't deny the appeal of clark's suggestion, hence why lips twitch into the slightest of smirks before replying, “ can you imagine the headlines? god, it'd be a scandal. ” a sip of his drink, calm and collected, all the while bruce subtly moves his free hand, only to slide it into the back pocket of clark's pants. “ i wouldn't be opposed to ... stepping away from the party for a minute. what do you say, farm boy? care to join me? ”

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if they were on the job right now, bruce would not dare play this game. it's not how it works. out in the field, there's too much risk involved. too much at stake. it feels like playing with fire. but here? there's a thrill to it. maybe it comes with the cliché playboy act, but there is nothing bruce would like more than to sneak off with clark kent. there's a small smirk on the billionaire's lips when clark agrees to his little plan ; bruce nods his head, hand withdrawn from clark's pocket so that he can walk off. there's a small distance kept between them, just enough to make it seem casual to anyone looking in the direction, but clark follows along after him like an obedient puppy either way. it's endearing, in that sweet farm boy way that clark is.

a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure he's still back there as they exit the room, and then bruce is leading them off through the hallways. there's a supply room around here somewhere ; it will be a tight fit, but he's sure they can manage. it's worth it though — they've both been so busy lately, with their alter egos and the day jobs. there hasn't been as much time for things like this, so it's best to steal it whenever they can.

sure enough, bruce comes across the closet in question, glancing around before ducking inside of it. the room is small, and they're surrounded by mops and cleaning supplies, but he doesn't particularly care. especially not once clark enters, shutting the door behind him. bruce wastes no time, grabbing clark by the front of his jacket and yanking him closer to him. lips crash against his in a rough kiss, arms wrapping around the man of steel's waist. it's almost amusing in a way — once, they couldn't stand one another, yet here they are now, making out in a janitor's closet. ironic.

“ how long had you been wanting to come over and talk to me? ” bruce inquires, having pulled away from the kiss so that he can instead place kisses along clark's jawline, little bites upon his neck. the bat can't actually leave marks on him, but, god, it doesn't stop him from trying. then, still holding clark close, he adds, “ you look nice tonight, by the way. very handsome. ”

The gala is loud. Too loud. But alas, Perry had assigned him to do a story covering this charity event. All Clark had to do was get some photos, interview a few people and linger around for the rest of the night. Easy, right? There was no distractions. Already beginning to gather photos, his eyes squinted through the lenses of his glasses, turning his camera to try and find the best angle when it landed on one certain man. Bruce Wayne. He had not known the man was to attend tonight, and just the sight of him already makes it seem like the gala was worth it. Still, he does need to do some work, so with a soft click, he takes a photo of the billionaire, who he has to admit is looking particularly dashing in the suit he’s picked out tonight. It makes Clark feel slightly undressed, even though he is wearing his best suit. Blue eyes, hidden by the camera, linger on Bruce for one more moment, and a sudden thought invades his head. Had Bruce noticed he had taken a photo of him? It mattered little in the end, as it was unlikely the photo would see the press, and instead go to Clark’s more private collection. That Bruce will never know about.

Bruce, as much as he shouldn’t admit it, is a welcomed distraction at tonight’s gala. Even so, Clark doesn’t make straight for the man, as it would only show his feelings to be obvious. Instead, he makes his way around, taking a few more photos, collecting quotes from any of the charitable donors. When Clark does finally make his way toward Bruce, it looks more accidental, than on purpose. What he plans to do, is just stop by and say hello, perhaps worm somewhat of a quote out of the billionaire. Though, with the words that leave him, it seems as if both his brain and mouth didn’t get that memo. When Bruce quirks an eyebrow and smirks at him, Clark can’t help but duck his head slightly downwards, a sheepish smile on his lips.

Normally, it’s not like this. Batman would scold him, albeit while he smiled, about remaining professional on the job. This isn’t Batman however, this is Bruce Wayne. Clark should of really expected him to flirt back. Yet, as his hand slowly slides into his back pocket, the younger man finds himself biting back a noise of surprise. A laugh leaves his lips at his words, and to people passing by, it looks as if it’s nothing more than a friendly conversation. Comparing it to the last time they met at a gala, it was considerably better. Clark keeps his voice low, so only Bruce may hear, “ Oh, Perry would kill me. ” Undoubtedly, it’s true, if Clark got involved in a scandal with him, the Bruce Wayne, he would never hear the end of it. Even if Bruce did own The Daily Planet. At his next words, though, any thoughts of a scandal leave his head. “ Oh, well, I can’t say no to you, can I, Mr. Wayne? ” A playful tone, before he smiles: “ Lead the way. ”

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✏️ + one for soap and ghost and one for clark and bruce?? 🫣

incorrect quotes generator

soap:  and  then  they  ran  into  my  knife.  they  ran  into  my  knife  ten  times. ghost:  you  mean  you  stabbed  them? soap:  they  ran  into  my  knife.

ghost,  to  the  squad:  the  real  secret  to  immortality?  not  dying.  you  want  to  be  immortal?  okay,  that’s  easy.  just  don’t  die.  that’s  it.  refuse  to  die.  there  you  go. soap:  but  how- ghost,  ignoring  them:  “but  how”,  you  may  ask.  well,  easy.  just  don’t  do  it.  refuse  to.  say  “no  thanks”.

clark:  bruce  is  not  a  morning  person.  or  a  night  person.  there’s  really  only  about  seven  minutes  a  day  you  are  fun  to  be  around. bruce:  the  best  part  is  you  never  know  when  they’re  coming.

bruce:  what's  this? clark,  hugging  bruce:  affection! bruce:  disgusting. bruce:  ...do  it  again.

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@weepedwords said : ❛  we can’t change what’s done. we can only move on.    ❜

bruce  doesn't  get  it,  and  he  doesn't  think  he  ever  will.  clark  is  too  trusting,  too  forgiving.  it  doesn't  make  sense  to  him  ;  how  does  clark  just  ignore  it?  how  does  he  just  move  on  from  it?  how  the  hell  is  he  even  looking  bruce  in  the  eyes  right  now?  superman  apparently  does  not  hold  grudges  the  way  that  the  bat  does  —  there's  a  tiny  part  of  bruce  that  is  grateful,  even  if  he  thinks  he  doesn't  deserve  it.  hands  are  slid  into  the  pockets  of  his  jacket,  and  bruce  can't  help  huffing  in  tired  amusement.    “  i  don't  understand  you,  kent,  ”    he  says,  lips  twisted  with  a  jaded  smile as he looks over at clark.    “  you  give  out  forgiveness  like  it's  the  easiest  thing  in  the  goddamn  world.  i  don't  know  how  you  do  it.  ”    it's  quite  the  contrast  to  him.  bruce  wayne,  old  and  tired  and  capable  of  holding  bitterness  and  hatred  until  the  day  he  dies,  and  clark  kent,  the  boy  scout  who  seems  to  go  looking  for  the  best  in  people.    “  smallville  must  just  raise  'em  up  better  than  gotham  does.  ”

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@weepedwords said : "it hurts."  / from clark to bruce!

superman doesn't get shot.

that's just not how it works. bullets bounce off of him ; bruce has seen it. that's the way it's meant to be. he is the man of steel. unbreakable. their original job had went fine — a simple catch and arrest. one of gotham's criminals that had wandered their way across the harbor to metropolis, hence why the bat of gotham and son of krypton had been working together on this evening in question. it had been during the alleyway conversation post-arrest that it had happened. one moment, they had been speaking ; and then there'd been an almost imperceptible whistle as something glides through the air. a bullet. it had almost happened too fast to even notice — until clark had made a noise, that kansas farm boy smile faltering. they'd both realized it at the exact same time ; the bullet had pierced skin, had shot superman right in the side. bruce's head snaps in the direction of where the shot would have come from. there's a glint from a neighboring rooftop ; the telltale sign of a rifle sight reflecting against the light. immediately, there's the urge to go after whoever it is — but restricted to grappling hooks and parkour instead of flight as he is ... would leaving clark here, bleeding and shot, be the best idea?

no.

there's only one thing that can truly hurt the man of steel. kryptonite. and bruce is not letting anyone else he cares for die in an alleyway with a bullet in them. it all happens in slow motion : clark stumbling, white suit staining with red, and bruce immediately there to hold him up. reaching out to alfred on the comms, telling him what's happened and to send the batmobile to his location, to contact one of the others and get them to looking for the shooter. it's all very quick and methodic, but what does get the bat's attention is when clark speaks : “ it hurts. ”

the words sound so ... small. nothing like the man he knows ; not even the tone he'd spoken in when bruce had almost taken him down. no, this is different, and he cannot quite figure out why. “ i know, ”  he answers, and the gentleness in bruce's own tone surprises him.  “ but it's ... it's nothing you can't handle. you're the strongest man on earth, right? isn't that how it works? ”  a small distraction, until the batmobile arrives.

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clark  is  right.  they  are  different.  there's  no  denying  that.  at  the  same  time  though,  they  are  just  alike.  always  trying  to  do  what  they  think  is  best  to  save  those  around  them,  to  keep  people  safe.  the  son  of  krypton  and  the  bat  of  gotham  :  two  sides  of  the  same  coin.  maybe  those  similarities  are  another  reason  that  clark's  able  to  look  past  it  all.  maybe  it's  just  that  clark's  softer  and  more  kindhearted  than  bruce.  the  truth  of  the  matter  though  is  that  bruce  will  likely  never  understand  what  makes  clark  kent  tick  ;  that  he'll  never  understand  why  superman  has  such  a  heart  of  gold  —  and  maybe  ...  just  maybe  ...  that's  okay.

clark's  laugh  fills  the  air,  and  even  bruce  can't  help  the  way  the  corners  of  his  lips  twitch  into  the  faintest  of  smiles  at  the  sound  of  it.  the  words  get  his  attention  though,  brows  raising  just  a  fraction  as  he  responds,  “  trust  me,  you  hang  around  in  gotham  long  enough,  farm  boy,  and  they'll  all  be  trying  to  get  you  here,  too.  ”   it  does  make  him  a  little  curious  though  —  how  much  dangerous  bullshit  can  one  backwater  town  in  the  middle  of  nowhere  kansas  hold?   “  you  planning  on  telling  me  some  of  these  smallville  stories  eventually,  and  am  i  just  going  to  have  to  go  digging  for  them  myself?  ”

blame it on his parenting, clark can’t hold a grudge. even with everything he has seen, he still tries to see the good in people. even when they don’t deserve it. looking at bruce in the eyes is easier than the other thinks: him and bruce weren’t friend before all of this. it doesn’t sting the way other betrayals have. either way, how can he blame bruce for wanting to protect his planet, his people? knowing what he’s capable of, the power he holds, his answer is no.

it’s not exactly his fault, either. lex is manipulative. he knows how to twist good intentions into something completely different, “ you don’t understand me? ha, now you know how everyone feels about you. ” even with everything that happened, teasing him feels like second nature, “ we’re just different. ” he speaks as if it’s the most obvious explanation — maybe it is. the two had been raised completely different. though, at the mention of his hometown, he laughs, the sound filling the air, “ y’know, i’m not too sure about that, bruce. more people have tried to kill me in smallville than gotham. ”

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where should you be kissed?

                         knuckles. it  feels  as  though  you  have  fought  every  day  of  your  life.  sometimes,  you  cannot  even  tell  how  much  of  the  blood  on  your  hands  is  your  own  ...  and  how  much  comes  from  those  who've  tried  to  hurt  those  you  defend.  you  deserve  the  gentleness  of  a  kiss  to  your  bruised  knuckles  and  broken  skin,  a  reminder  that  you  are  not  only  made  of  violence.

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