Tags: Smut, PwithP, First Time, Blow Job, Alien Biology, Scent Kink, Wound Care, Injured Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Has a Big D, Size Kink, Sex Ed, Body Worship, Alien Cultural Differences
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Silence had always kind of been their thing.
They figured that out pretty early in their first month of working together, back when every convo felt like a hostage situation and both Kal and Bruce treated small talk like the Black Plague. Not that the plague would’ve done much to either of them. Kal was an alien, and Bruce was…well, Bruce. He’d probably have a to-go cure for it anyway, hidden somewhere inside that bull-like vessel of his.
Anyway—
The point was, talking had never come naturally to either of them. So, they learned each other’s silences instead—the pauses, the gestures, and the subtle shifts in expression that somehow translated perfectly for two men incapable of communicating normally.
Which meant that Kal-El recognized the signs immediately when Bruce was pretending otherwise.
And that led directly to the question of the evening: How stubborn does a man have to be to decide bleeding out is less embarrassing than asking for help?
Answer: Bruce Wayne levels of stubborn.
Tonight, the Bat’s pride has once again turned a manageable situation into this.
He’s come home with a fresh little charcuterie board of injuries, courtesy of thugs, more thugs, and Gotham’s endless subscription service to violence.
Kal offers him Sunstone dust, which is objectively the smartest solution in every possible category: efficiency, common sense, basic survival instinct.
Unfortunately, Bruce Wayne measures all incoming assistance against a completely different metric system called: does this make me look emotionally dependent-imeters.
Naturally, he refuses the help.
Absolutely not. Healing is for people with a healthy relationship with being perceived. Bruce will suffer alone, thank you very much. Gotham didn’t raise a quitter. It raised a man who would rather sit there marinating in pain than accept help from glowing, red space dust, no matter how useful it might be.
Bruce reaches for his battered first-aid kit. The old thing smells hideously of dried blood, antiseptic, and every bad decision he has ever made. Inside are battlefield dressings that have already survived several wars. Now, they are being ordered to clock in for yet another.
Across the room, Kal hovers with his arms folded over the S on his chest, quiet as a saint, yet internally battling with the last scraps of his patience. He has learned, rather quickly, that Bruce is the sort of man who can turn concern into a personal attack if it’s delivered at the wrong angle.
Scratch that—at any angle.
Bruce has already stripped the suit down to his waist, leaving his chest and back exposed. Without all the armor, he looks a certain way that Kal is still learning how to name. Not weak. Never weak.
Bruises are blooming all over his back. Fresh scrapes shine red where the suit has dragged against him. Dark red tracks run along the ridges of muscle beside his spine. There are even places where his skin has split. Places where Kal can see how little stands between Bruce and ruin.
Something behind Kal’s ribs twists.
Concern, he tells himself. Perfectly normal concern. Regular, platonic, save-your-stubborn-ass concern.
“You can’t reach your back,” Kal says at last, breaking their usual silence.
Bruce doesn’t look up from wrapping his bicep. The muscle jumps beneath the added pressure.
“I’ll manage.”
Kal narrows his eyes.
“How? By pouring saline down your spine and hoping for the bus?”
“It’s ‘hoping for the best’. And yes, if necessary.”
Kal fixes him with a look so heated that Bruce actually considers taking a big step away from the alien with built-in death beams.
“That’s inefficient.”
Which is Kal’s less-talky way of saying: Bruce, you are bleeding out like an idiot, and I am tired of watching you turn basic wound care into moral philosophy.
“Let me,” the Kryptonian adds, already drifting across the room.
BEWARE THE COURT OF OWLS 🌖 Was thinking of giving Dick a Talon twist. Just quick sketch, so it’s not as polished as I’d like, but I figured why not share it?… [timelapse below]
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