In A Week... Or So

by auoph

Summary:

It's dumb. I mean, who would use Lex Luthor as a self-insert for a Superman fan fiction? That would be... ridiculous.

That "who" in question just so happened to be Bruce Wayne.

Or Bruce is so horrendously down bad for Clark, he decided to write fanfics about Superman and Lex Luthor.

Notes:

This started as a joke fic between my friend and me, but now, after seeing the new Superman movie, I am taking this very seriously. This is also my first AO3 post and the first fanfic I have written in five years, so I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1: Sunday: The Usual Pining

It's a brisk Sunday night, 10 pm, and the sun has washed through the murky Gotham skyline. Dick and Tim are on patrol and are apparently covered in condiments. Damian was surprisingly having a sleepover with Jon Kent, and Jason had once again abandoned the Manor. The girls, Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie, are having a "Self Care Night"; Duke was fast asleep, preparing for his patrol tomorrow morning.

And Bruce? Our dear Bruce Wayne just got back from a gala. So tired of listening to Oliver Queen bitch about how he's poor every other week, tired of Lois Lane's invasive questions, tired of pretending he didn't have three cracked ribs and that the lights of the chandelier wasn't making his head spin, tired of feeling Clark Kent's hand on the small of his back and hearing that soft Kansas voice say "Op! Excuse me, Mister Wayne!" With that countryside charm... but he put on that damned 'oh, I'm just a pretty billionaire, don't mind me while I steal your wife and your husband' smile and pushed through it.

As Bruce opened the door to the manor. Alfred takes his coat, and Bruce unties his tie and walks up the stairs to his study, and he does the only sensible thing that a billionaire, who's not hiding a secret identity, would do. He changed into his Batsuit -cowl excluded-, throws on some smudged eyeliner over his eyes, sits at the desk, and logs in to AO3...

It's dumb. I mean, who would use Lex Luthor as a self-insert for a Superman fan fiction? That would be... ridiculous.

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Bruce remembers the day Clark mentioned the fanfics. It just came up randomly after a Justice League meeting. Diana asked Oliver what the nature of AO3 was, and it spiralled from there... He wasn't even paying attention, that was until he heard the words "Yeah! There's a writer on there, I think they're called Night_Dweller or something. They keep writing 'fix-it-fics' of the Bat Family, but they recently started making fanfics about me and Lex?"

Bruce looked up, and he saw those words pouring out of Clark's mouth, his gaze flickering from Clark's canines to the way his eyes scrunch up when he's smiling. After that, Bruce abruptly left the room, leaving Barry and Hal to snicker about 'dramatic ass bats'. After that moment, the Dark Knight went home and wrote the dirtiest smut fic ever known to man, between Lex Luthor and Superman, of course...

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It still made Bruce's heart skip and then drop with dread. Who could blame him? Superman had read his fanfics, and well, of course, he didn't know it was Bruce, right... right? Bruce's little crush on Superman was an open secret to the rest of the Bat-family. He still remotely remembers when Stephanie yelled, "Yeahhhhhh!!! Get that super dick!! Follow in your kids' footsteps!!" And well, she wasn't wrong, Barbara had a thing with Kara, Tim was obsessively in love with Conner, and Bruce is 88.94% sure Damian has been in a secret polyamorous relationship with Jonathan Kent and his boyfriend for a while now, damn near every Bat had had a thing for a Super, and Bruce isn't any different…

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He remembers how guilty he felt after how he celebrated Clark and Lois’ divorce, he remembers comforting Clark when he broke down crying when Lois served him the divorce papers, but on the inside, he was so fucking relieved.

“What did I do wrong?” “Kal-El, you didn't do anything wrong. People grow and change; no one can truly love someone forever.” Diana always knew what to say; centuries of wisdom made that clear for her. Bruce being there was his support, his silent, calm demeanor, scary to some, funny to others, but to Clark, that's all he needed right now…

And Bruce got off on that trust.

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Bruce checked his phone, only to see a picture sent by Clark, a picture of Jon forcing Damian to help feed the goats, and the small message of ‘The boys are having a bunch of fun! See you at breakfast tomorrow!!’ along with a silly emoticon. A small, rare smile sneaked its way into Bruce's face, before he slipped on his reading glasses, which would always make Stephanie call him a dilf, he turned on some Mitski and Chappell Roan, as any closeted bisexual would do, and then he started typing....

Chapter 2: Monday: Dinner Date Blues

Summary:

A Dinner? A Date? Bruce doesn't know anymore, but what he does know is that Clark is stupidly hot.

I smiled, because how could I not? I have him right where I want him. It was just a normal day of spying on the random civilians of Metropolis. That was until I heard the wonderful sound of glass shattering and the annoyingly sexy voice… “Luther. What did you do this time?” and I knew what I had to do…

“What?” Superman looked at Lex with the most confused face ever known to man. “That’s right!” Luther exclaimed. “Im pregnant, and the baby is yours. I have named him…” I stopped for a dramatic pause, like the dramatic bitch I am. “Connor…” The Man of Steel started to pace in the billionaire’s office. The fluorescent lights were buzzing in the Kryptonian’s ear. “You can't be serious!” The hero exclaimed. “Ha! Watch it, I doubt the media would like to know that the Big Blue Boy Scout likes to yell at the man who is carrying your baby!” I sneered, an evil grin plastered on my face. “You won’t get away with this, Lex! That baby isn't mine!” Superman growls-

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“MASTER WAYNE!” Bruce finally snapped up from his computer, looking to the door, to see his Surrogate father and butler, Alfred, standing in the doorway, looking as composed as usual. “Master Wayne. You seem… engrossed in your work.” Alfred remarked, though a layer of thinly veiled judgment was under it. Bruce glanced at the clock, 1:34 AM… Well shit. “Master Wayne, please do rest, or else I will ask Master Jason to make a stop at the Manor for breakfast.” Alfred hummed smugly. The mention of Bruce’s second-oldest, Jason, made Bruce groan. Despite loving Jason, Bruce didn't want him here for breakfast, especially since... “Now that we have that settled, I’d like to remind you that Mr. Kent and his sons are supposed to bring Damian back and are staying for breakfast.” Alfred grinned as soon as he saw the light blush on Bruce’s face, before turning and walking out. Leaving Bruce in a small rut of panic.

Bruce lets out a heavy sigh before standing up and flopping face-first onto his bed, grabbing his phone, pulling out his headphones, and putting on ‘ASMR Detective Noir videos’ to quickly fall asleep to.

Monday Morning, the smell of bacon in the air, the sound of paws scampering on the floor, and Bruce groans awake, his mind groggy and his body even more sore. A pit in his stomach, the familiar loneliness he normally always felt. He closed his eyes, and he did what he always does. Pretend.

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“Bruce? C’mon, sleepy head, it's time to get up.” A small chuckle escaped from the voice. Bruce felt a pair of hands, strong, soft, sturdy hands, on his waist, gently trying to pull him up. “Mmm… There’s my handsome bat…” Bruce felt his body get pulled up, and his face softly hit muscular pecs. “Clark- it's too early for this.” “Nonsense. We’re having breakfast together, remember? You and I and our big happy family…” The smooth Kansas voice hummed out, and Bruce felt the tickle of his lips and stubble against his neck. It's not him, he’s not here, Bruce, don’t get lost. Stop pretending he loves yo- His eyes were closed; he never opened them. He didn’t need to see, not when he’s here. How did he get here again? When did he get in the shower? Where’s Clark? Shit…

Bruce’s eyes finally flickered open. The abnormally cold water trailed over his scars, making goosebumps bloom over his body. “Goddamit.” Bruce groaned, leaning back against the cold shower wall, his hands trailed up his body before finally resting over the scars on his chest. He remembers when he got the surgery, but he especially remembers when Dick first saw the scars. It was during his first month as Robin. Alfred was stitching a wound on Bruce's back, and the young Grayson was in awe. “Whoa! You look badass!” The twelve-year-old giggled. “ Watch your language, Master Grayson.” Alfred softly scolded, and Bruce just grunted. He never told Dick what the scars were; he never told anyone, well, he never told anyone, but Damian.

Bruce felt like he owed it to him, especially when Damian, after his first week of being at the Manor, asked, “Father, Mother told me that I was created by combining her and your DNA. I do not understand why she simply didn’t impregnate herself. Do you have a viable answer?” And Bruce just had to stop and stare at his son, because he did not expect to get that question asked in the middle of a patrol. And Bruce, being the emotionally repressed man he is, just awkwardly looked away and grunted out, “I’m… Infertile…” Damian blinked and glared at his father. “You’re Transgen-” The boy’s words got cut off by Bruce’s hand smacking over his mouth. “How..” “I assumed so, Mother told me that I wasn't the only one who felt like I did,” Damian said after smacking his father’s hand away. “Huh? So your…” and in response, Damian just gave a curt nod.

It was weird, but Bruce’s whole life was weird. He was tired of weird; he wanted domestic bliss, he wanted a vacation, or more accurately. He wanted to shove his face into Clark’s massive tits, pecs, whatever. He doesn’t know what to call them; he just wanted them. To Bruce, that was heaven on earth, and then it hit him, his heaven was on his way here for breakfast, and Bruce had been in the shower for almost an hour, so he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, and dried himself off. Though his thoughts were plagued with the thought of how nice Clark would be. How his gentle hands would hold him, how his lips would praise him, and leave burning hot kisses along his skin…

By the time Bruce realized how fucking desperate he was, he was already dressed. Black turtleneck and gray dress pants, the basic bitch of his outfits. ‘Should I wear something different? Should I put on that slutty suit? Would Clark even like that? Maybe he likes modesty?’ Thoughts rambled through his mind, but his body went on autopilot and made its way downstairs.

Only to hear. “Oh! There you are, Bruce!” and to feel himself get swept off his feet and his face into heaven. His face between Clark’s fat fucking tits. “A-Ah… Good Morning, Clark…” Bruce replied, though his voice was muffled. Clark then pulled away, his hands from Bruce’s shoulders, his smile made butterflies bloom in Bruce’s stomach. “Soooooooooooooooo, I was thinking… There's a new restaurant that opened in Metropolis, and Alfred told me that you don't have anything going on…?” Clark chuckled. “What? Do you want me to fund a meeting there for the Justice League?” Bruce asked. “Heh… Actually, I was hoping you'd want to go, just you and me…?” Clark asked. He looked… nervous. “Uh.” “ Oh my fucking god, just say yes, B.” Barbra sighed out as she wheeled herself into the dining room. “I suppose I can accompany you,” Bruce said and then glared at Barbara. “Good… Great! We can talk about it after breakfast!” Clark responded and walked off into the dining room.

‘Holy Shit. Was this a date? No, of course not. But Clark seemed embarrassed, maybe he just wants to check it out, because he wants to start dating again, I mean, he and Lois have been divorced for a while now. Just be a good friend, Bruce…’

Bruce walked into the dining room and sat at his usual spot, and everyone else was already eating, well, everyone except for Damian, who was waiting for Alfred to finish his Fruit Salad.

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POV Switch!
Bruce POV
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This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. Monday Night, 7 PM. Why did I agree to this? Why did I agree to get dinner here with him? Because now I'm sitting in a nice restaurant in Metropolis, waiting for Clark to show up. I even put on my slutty blue suit and even a bit of makeup. What if the paparazzi see, will they think this is a date? Would Clark be upset by that?

“Oh, there you are, Bruce!” Clark called out as he came around the corner, before he stopped in his tracks, his eyes glancing at me. He then cleared his throat, “Uh- I haven’t seen that suit before,” He said awkwardly, before going to sit in front of me. “Ah, it is relatively new… Dick made me wear it. Is it too much?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “No, of course not, I was just surprised,” Clark responded, though he looked sheepish.

We silently looked over our menus. It was mostly Italian, okay, I can do Italian. What do I pick? Do I drink alcohol too? Is wine too feminine? Should I just wait to see what he orders? As I mulled over my options, the waitress came over and asked what we wanted to drink. “Hmmm, let's see… I'm gonna do just a glass of whisky, uhm, Honey whisky?” He said before looking at me. Shit. What should I do? Shit shit shit fuck shit. “ Red wine for me.” I pushed out. “Very well, I'll be back with your drinks, and then I'll get your food.” The waitress said and walked away.

“Clark. Why did you want to come here?” I asked after a minute and immediately started to mentally curse myself out. “Ah, well, I've been thinking about dating again. Jon is in college, and Kon is busy with Young Justice. And well, I'm getting a bit lonely.” He chuckled. “I mean, you gotta understand that, right? We don’t necessarily have the chance to date, especially civilians?” He continued. “... Why are you so insistent on dating civilians?” I asked, already fearing the answer, but the only answer I got was a shrug. I was about to ask again until the waitress came back with our drinks, and then asked what we wanted to eat. Clark ended up ordering Ravioli Carbonara, and I ordered Chicken Alfredo. The food came, and holy shit did my mind go straight into the gutter. His teeth are so sharp, his hands are so big, he’s… beautiful. And by the gods did I need him.

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POV Switch
3rd POV
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Despite the awkward start, the dinner was lovely, and Clark and Bruce, as always, fell into their comfortable rhythm. As the two walked out of the restaurant, Clark looked at Bruce. “Hey, B, you need a ride back home?” He asked with a grin. “I am not letting you fly me that far.” “C’monnnn, it's the least I could do?” Clark laughed. Bruce glared at Clark before muttering out a barely audible “Fine.”

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‘God, how in the fuck did Lois do this?’ Bruce asked himself as Clark, now in his Superman suit, flew Bruce back to Gotham. It was both thrilling and nauseating. Flying so fast, all the while having Clark hold Bruce in a princess carry. It definitely didn’t help the fire that had been burning in his loins since the dinner started. ‘This is so much easier when I’m working’ was the thought ringing through both of their heads.

Eventually, they made it back to the Manor, and Clark effortlessly landed on the balcony and let Bruce down on his feet. “Thank you, Clark,” Bruce grumbled out. Only to hear Clark laugh. “You don’t need to thank me, Bruce. You should know that by now.” Clark smiled down at him. “Oh, ill probably be stopping by tomorrow too, Damian left his sketch book at my house, and I want to tell you something.” “Why not tell me now?” Bruce asked. “Well, I have a feeling you have something to get to.” Clark hummed, which made Bruce glare at him. “Hopefully, tonight gave you some much-needed fanfic fodder, Night_Dweller.” The teasing in his voice was very clear, and it made a shiver run down Bruce’s back. “How-” He started, only to turn around and see that Clark was already gone.

He knew. And it made Bruce so very worked up…

Notes:

Second chapter in record time!
The next chapter might have some smut in it, but there will be a warning for when/if the smut starts

Chapter 3: Tuesday: Key Caps and Soft Sighs

Summary:

Tuesday, a day of work, confusion, familial bonding, and love.

Notes:

Sorry for the over a month hiatus! I started college and im struggling as per usual. Check the notes at the end of the Chapter for a little self-promo!

Tuesday, 7:53 AM.

“Oh God. Why did I do that? Oh god- I am so dumb-”

“What’s going on with the old man?” Conner asked as he walked into the kitchen. The clone sat down at the table, watching as his ‘Big Blue Boy Scout’ of a clone dad paced around the kitchen as he made breakfast.

“I don't know, but he mentioned Bruce a few times,” Kara responded as she tried to shove a dog treat-shaped pill down Krypto’s throat.

“He probably hates me. Why would I ever think that was a good idea? His heartbeat has been elevated since I left!” Clark rambled as he flipped the pancakes that were on the pan. “It’s Bruce, you're like the only person he doesn’t hate.” Conner snickered.

“Kon’s right. Whatever you did couldn’t be that bad. I mean, it’s not like you took him out on essentially a date, flirted with him the entire time, and then dropped a huge bombshell on him and then left, right?” Kara joked, before pausing as she saw Clark get 10x more nervous.

“Right, Clark?” She repeated, only to have Clark turn his back and, almost frantically, continue making breakfast. “God damnit, Clark,” the blonde groaned and put her face in her hands, which made Connor burst out laughing.

“And now we know where Jon’s horrible love life comes from-” Conner wheezed out only to hear a loud “Hey!” from upstairs, which was no doubt Jon.

“Maybe I should text him…?” Clark muttered, as he plated his family's plates. “That’s probably a smart idea.” Kara sighed, and Clark could feel the disappointment radiating off of her.

Clark set all the plates on the small kitchen table before he sat down in his seat and pulled out his phone and texted Bruce a simple ‘Hey… Can we talk?’ before putting his phone down and nervously starting to eat.

No more than five minutes later, Clark received a message back from Bruce, but the message of ‘Clark.’ followed by ‘I am bleeding, do not talk to me.’ was not exactly what Clark had imagined, so of course, Clark frantically sent a shocked emoticon followed by ‘OH MYGOSH! ARE YOU OKAY? WHEN DID YOU GET HURT? YOUR HEART RATE IS NORMAL THOUGH? SEND ME A PICTURE?’

A very long, excruciating minute passed before Bruce responded. ‘I am NOT sending you that.’ Clark huffed out an annoyed breath and finally sent ‘Fine, but I'm coming over after work to see it!’ followed by a string of angry emojis.

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This was arguably one of the worst days of Bruce's life. This topped his parents dying, Jason dying, Selina calling off their wedding, Damian dying, hell, even the time he had humiliated himself by dressing up as Nightwing in Blüdhaven.

Because Clark knew about his very secretive fanfiction writing hobby, AND Bruce started his period. “I should have stayed on Testosterone…” Bruce groaned into his pillow. “It was affecting your health, Master Bruce. It is for the best.” Alfred hummed as he placed a hot water bottle on Bruce's lower back.

“Mhp… Clark said he was coming over after work.” Bruce sighed. “Ah? He did say he was going to drop off Damian’s sketchbook.” “Yeah…” “Very well, I'll be sure to make extra for dinner.” Alfred chuckled and walked out of Bruce's bedroom.

“Great…” Bruce let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, and his eyes fluttered shut.

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“Bruce?”

“Huh?”

“Are you alright, sweet boy?” The familiar smooth voice asked. His hands were tracing over the defined muscles on Bruce's back. “You're not real,” Bruce grunted. “No… but I could be, just imagine what could happen tonight.” The hallucination chuckled, fingertips ghosted up and down Bruce's sides.

“You're not going to be nice to me, Clark…” “Aww, don't say that, darlin’, y'know I'm the type to make fun of someone. Especially someone who wants me as bad as you do.” Lips pressed to Bruce's shoulder, feather light, soft. “I have been writing about you and your enemy having sexual relations. I don't think anyone would take kindly to that, Clark.”

“You're just going to freak yourself out if you keep thinking about it.” “I am aware,” Bruce grunted out, tensing up as his cramps increased. “Oh, my poor boy. Here, let me help you relax…” He felt the Hallucination’s hand cup Bruce's hand and then guided his hand down to slide underneath Bruce's boxers.

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Clark’s POV
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Work. Work. Work. Working. Don't focus on his moans. He's moaning out my name. Just keep working. Working. Work. Work. Work…

“Kent!” I snapped my head up to see Jimmy laughing. “Clark, your face is so red.” The reporter crossed his arms. “I uh-” I stumbled. “Yeah… I haven't seen you this flushed in a long while.” I heard Lois grumble as she downed her fifth sugary cup of coffee.

“I went on a… date last night,” I explained. “With who?” Lois asked, followed by an excited nod from Jimmy. “Bruce…” “As in, Wayne?” Jimmy asked in an excited whisper.

“It wasn't really a date…” I mumbled. “It doesn't matter.” I sighed, my thumb picked at the buttons on my dress shirt. Oh my gods, if he doesn’t stop moaning, I will fly over there and- "What do you mean it doesn’t matter?! You went out on a date with one of the richest men in the world, Clark!” Jimmy laughed, because of course he laughed. “It was strictly business, Jim.” I laughed. “Oh yeah? ‘Business,’ I understand, Clark,” Jimmy responded with a wink. “I didn’t know that you were into men…” Lois squinted at me suspiciously, because of course she would be suspicious of her ex-husband’s sexuality. “Yeah, no… neither did I,” I responded sheepishly.

“Olson, Lane, Kent! Get back to work, I ain't paying ya to yap!” Perry White yelled from across the office. “You don’t need to yell, Perry.” “Right, Boss!” “Yeah..” I sighed and turned back to my computer, Bruce’s moans still ringing in my ear.
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He was pacing… Why? It's because for the past few months, some barbarian has been tainting his name by writing that he would allow that alien to defile his body. “Have you found the IP address yet?!” he yelled as he paced back and forth. “President Luthor, it seems that the culprit has been using a VPN.” “Well, find it! I’m not paying you for you to be useless!” “Mister President?” The man went still, momentarily freezing at the familiar voice. He turned to see him. “Superman. Leave. I don't need you dirtying up my office.” The Kryptonian let out a laugh before walking further into the office. “Why are you hacking into everyone’s phones?” Superman asked.

“Because some… some… some whore- has been running my name through the dirt!” “Are you talking about flipping Night_Dweller?” The Super laughed. “You laugh. You laugh, but that freak is out there telling people that we're having intimate relations! I refuse to let people think I am a part of your sick haram!” The CEO pointed at the Super. “I know who the person is. If I go speak to them and get them to stop, will you stop hacking into people’s things?” Superman sighed. “... Fine. But if that fuck does one more publication about us, he will be sued to death!” Lex threatened. “You yell too much, maybe try goat yoga or spend time with our son?” The Kryptonian teased as he floated away. “I’ll spend time with Conner when you curl up and rot!” He grumbled in response.

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“Hey Bruce..?” Clark called out as he landed on Bruce’s balcony, before pausing, because there he was in a silk robe, fresh out of a shower, the robe was parted enough so that Bruce's happy trail was visible.”Clark..” “uh….. So…. you’re not bleeding anymore, right?” Bruce shook my head, “No, Clark, I’m still very much bleeding.” “But…” Clark pouted, looking over Bruce’s form. “You don’t look injured.” Bruce looked nervous, actually nervous, before he hesitantly moved his robe to the side, showing his top surgery scars. “Oh… uh… what does Conner say in these situations..? Uh… Slay,” Clark stumbled out, now very embarrassed that he didn’t know that his best friend and crush of many, many years, was trans. “If you ever say that again, you will have kryptonite thrown at you.” Clark just sadly nodded in agreement.

“Sooo….” Clark mumbled, looking a bit embarrassed. “Yes, Clark, you can ask about it.” He sighed. “Okay.. Coolio…W-why didn’t you tell me?” Clark asked, with his best puppy dog eyes. Clark watched as Bruce sighed and ran a hand through his messy black hair. “Shit.. that's the big question, isn’t it…” Bruce sat quietly for a minute before patting the bed, a quiet signal to tell Clark to sit down, which Clark obediently followed the said command, sitting next to Bruce, knees just barely touching.

“If… if I am being honest… I have never really said it out loud to anyone… It's really an open secret amongst the family…”

“Oh…”

“While we’re at it, I have a question, Clark.” Bruce exhaled.

“Yeah…?” Clark nodded

“What the fuck was the bullshit that you pulled last night?”

“T-The Night_Dweller thing?”

“Yes, Clark, the fucking Night_Dweller thing.” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Oh- was I wrong about you being them..?” Clark blinked.

“W-Why would you think I would write about you having sex with Luther?” Bruce huffed, trying his best to make sure the blush didn’t creep up to his face.

“Bruce… at least once a week, I hear you moaning my name.” Clark deadpanned.

An unsettling quiet filled the room. Bruce quietly regretted every decision he had ever made, and Clark immediately thought he had lost his best friend. Two sharp inhales as they both said, “I’m sorry,” for two completely different reasons. “I… I am Night_Dweller. I am… I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” Bruce sighed. “I do plan to keep writing them, however, cause it's really funny to see Lex lose his shit.” Bruce snickered. “Well, I kinda did promise him that I would get you to stop...” “I'll take a break, Alfred wants me to get more sleep anyway.” Bruce sighed.

“Bruce, can I ask why you’ve been doing this?” Clark asked nervously, “ It’s simple, really… I have loved you for a long while, and I don’t expect you to feel the same, and that is fine.” Bruce continued.

“Wow… uhm… if im going to be honest, I've been very confused over my feelings recently, but… Yesterday was amazing… You make me feel amazing- that sounds weird-” Clark laughed nervously. “Uh- okay.. What I'm trying to say is that if you want to, of course, I would like to try, uh- dating, I mean.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” Clark gave a smile before freezing up as Bruce leaned his head on Clark's shoulder.

“I’d like that.”

“ Yeah, me too.”

Notes:

As you probably don't know, I make playlists on YouTube! I made a Superman one a few weeks ago, and I have a Villain playlist coming out here soon! Check it out if you like silly shit lol
https://youtu.be/q_Zoakc9hd0?si=Mvi_VeMJx3aZ9web

Notes:

Yes, I know this chapter is relatively short, but I promise the others will be longer <3