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The stars burnt fiercely in the night sky. Bruce almost felt overwhelmed because of it, truth be told. There were just so many more stars out here than back in Gotham city. Of course he knew why that was, logically speaking. He had looked up the reason as soon as he had gotten the chance when he got back from his last trip- well, more so surprise stranding - in Kansas.
Knowing why he didn’t get this view often didn’t stop the overwhelming amazement he got from seeing it though.
For a moment, to gather his thoughts , he closed his eyes. This allowed him to feel everything else so much intensely.
Wind tugged lightly at his pristine white shirt, while the blades of grass that he was laying on were surely ruining it, staining it an earthly shade of green.
He could live in this moment for-
TWHUMP.
“Clark!” Bruce yelled out as he pushed the other boy back onto the grass.
Clark howled out in laughter as he got pushed off of Bruce, only retaliating by giving him a light -very light, he made sure of that- kick in the leg.
“Ugh! Seriously, why did you have to fling your entire body onto me? There’s enough room to lay around on.” Bruce said as he threw some of that grassy real-estate in Clark’s face.
“You were looking so serious! Seriously, you look like my dad when he’s watching those serious programmes on TV, like the news!”
“I was just trying to relax!” Bruce almost gasped. Yeah that sounded ridiculous now that he had said it out loud.
“Don’t you relax and lay about enough in that big house ‘o yours?” Clark asked.
Coming from anyone else, that question would’ve offended Bruce. Yet another presumption that just because he had it all financially, that he had it all in every other aspect of life.
Of course, that wasn’t the case when it came from Clark. Clark meant the best with him, despite sometimes having the same attitude as a golden retriever who thinks he’s a lapdog. Actually? That was precisely what Clark was.
“I guess, sorta,” Bruce started out “It’s just different here. Back home-”
“in gotham” Clark filled in.
Bruce nodded. “it’s different, you know? People see me weirdly there. I don’t understand why. it’s- “ Bruce's little heart swelled a bit. Thousands of words he barely knew the meaning of laying on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he yanked grass out of the ground and threw it out in front of him, as to make a point.
“It’s stupid.” Bruce decided.
Clark frowned. Sure Bruce was a bit odd, but no less odd than Clark himself being basically indestructible. Besides, he liked Bruce like that! Nice and odd.
‘It’s not stupid.” Clark thought out loud.
“Why not?” Bruce wondered.
“I don’t know. It’s not. It /is/ stupid that people see you weirdly though.”
Bruce snorted. Just like Clark to decide what he thought was fact. It was one of the many factors as to why he was Bruce’s best friend.