[send me an ask with trick or treat and i'll answer with something writing related!]
hello! <3 i confess these asks are just my excuse to put out more tiny bruce on the internet. i wrote this for my borrower au, although i'm not sure it'll make it into the actual fic. but it was fun to write <3
The climb itself is uneventful; Bruce has made it dozens of times. The hook latches onto the wood grain of the shelf and it takes Bruce only a few seconds to reach the shelf and haul his body over the edge of it. Then, Bruce looks up and realizes with a sigh that this isn’t going to be as easy as he’s accustomed to.
Because apparently, the human has replaced her sugar bowl. This one is taller and wider, with a rim that curves outwards. It’s covered by a solid-looking bell-shaped lid, with a hole where a spoon sits. Bruce knows immediately he won’t be able to just lift the lid right off, like he could with the old one. Perfect. So much for an early night.
The new bowl is taller than Bruce, with the rim sitting at eye-height. There’s a box of crackers nearby that he pushes closer and then climbs on top of. From there, he can reach the lid, and it’s just as he feared. There’s no way he can lift it with his bare hands. Hm. But with some leverage…
He tests the weight of the spoon. It’s not the most wieldy thing, but it’s positioned in just the right way to be used as a lever, if Bruce can manage to apply his weight correctly. He doesn’t want to launch the lid away or slip off the spoon while he’s trying to lift it.
“Need some help with that?”
Bruce startles, his grip on the spoon faltering. The weight starts to slip from his grasp and he scrambles to regain his hold, but it’s too heavy, and sends him reeling back a step. A step back, right off the box and the shelf, tumbling through the air to the floor below.
His arms flail, looking for something to grab onto, but there’s nothing but the open air. A fall from this height won’t kill him, but it will for sure hurt as hell, and Bruce braces himself for a harsh landing—
A warm, soft surface settles beneath him, breaking his fall with effortless ease. The air stills around him. Bruce opens his eyes, uncurling from his prone position to stare at the fingers curled around him. Above, Clark looks down at him with worry.