Tagged by @reggiesfilthylittlesecret (thank you)!
Snippet of a WIP of a Superbat fanfic that will eventually get posted in full on Ao3 (Working title "Kent saved by the Bat"):
Alfred needed to be patient while he waited for what felt like an eternity for Clark Kent to wake up from his surgery. Even if the former military had managed to remove the larger pieces of green kryptonite, Superman would have to take care of the remaining fragments himself. It was as if a bullet from a shotgun had splintered within him, thus making it impossible to surgically remove every trace of the lethal substance - at least with the equipment currently available in the Batcave. Alfred could only hope that his effort had been enough, yet he waited in distress as time went by with the Kryptonian unconscious and his future uncertain.
Ultimately, he could exhale in relief as his patient woke up. What had felt like an excruciating amount of time, had considering every aspect of the injury really been a healing speed remarkably quick. Not of this world.
A soft groan escaped Superman as he started to look around, reaching with one hand for his chest which still felt a bit sore. "Wh-what happened..?" Still in a haze, he wasn't even quite sure where he was. But Alfred Pennyworth's face was a familiar ally. "Alfred..?" It didn't take long to put one and one together. "How did I get here? How could Bruce..?" Sitting up, he felt the strain on his body and grunted. Not a hundred percent fit for fight yet, but was the threat taken care of? Worry arose in the Kryptonian as he stood up on wobbly feet.
"Mr Kent. I advise you to stay and gather your strengths for a minute or two. We almost lost you, sir."
"Please, you know you can just call me Clark. And I..." Looking around, taking a moment to gain balance, he took the scene in. Clean but indeed a place that had seen blood recently. His own blood. "You saved me. I'm grateful, Alfred."
"Well, I can't take the full credit, Mist- Clark..." The butler bowed gently with his head to acknowledge the other's reminder of what to call him.
"Where is he?" A hint of worry grew within Clark as he already made up a thousand scenarios in his head, speculating about where the owner of this cave could be. Last thing he remembered was them being in the middle of a fight against a number of otherworldly enemies. They'd been trapped and isolated, not even J'onn had seemed to sense their location nor their dire situation.
"After a lot of nagging, I managed to send him off to his bedroom where he's at least supposed to be resting now. I patched him up after I was done with you, but he was stubborn as always, wanting to stay here until you would awake."
A subtle smile found its way to Clark's face.
"For what it's worth, I'm glad to not see him here then." If it meant Bruce had finally gone to have some well deserved sleep in order to recover from his own injuries.
"I assume you're just as stubborn when it comes to not taking it easy?"
Clark put a gentle hand on the other's shoulder, straightening his back as he was getting more stable by the second. "I'm okay, really. Thanks to you." A soft smile showed his genuine gratitude.
"Yeah, I've heard that one before..." Alfred muttered, though still finding relief in Superman's relatively quick recovery.
"I'm sure you have," Clark admitted, thinking of how the Bat would always ignore his health in favour of working. "I'll go check up on him."
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Since I'm a total noob on tumblr, I don't really have people to tag that didn't tag me or was already tagged with me for this. So leaving it open for anyone to take up the WIP Wednesday "challenge" and hoping I did this the right way!
