hi!! <3 i have a wip that's been languishing in my drafts for a looong while, and probably will for a while longer until i can figure out what's not working with it. but this snippet i liked a lot :)
i absolutely love the body/power swap trope and there's not nearly enough of it in the superbat tag if you ask me. this fic was supposed to be a short pwp but i got caught up in the plot so now it's pwmp (porn with minimal plot)
“Okay,” Clark says quietly. “Listen to me, then. Do you think you can do that?” He rubs his thumb against Bruce’s leg, to give him a sensation to ground himself with. “Just listen to my voice. Focus on me. See if you can find my heartbeat. Hear that? It doesn’t sound like yours, Kryptonian hearts are a bit different. I bet you knew that already, though. But it still beats. Or thrums.”
He thinks it’s working. Bruce’s chest moves as he starts to breathe again, and his shoulders sink with released tension. Clark lifts an arm to wrap his fingers around one of Bruce’s wrists, and Bruce lets him pull his hand down to rest against Clark’s chest. Palm flat and fingers spread to capture the beat of Clark’s heart.
“Heartbeats are almost like music,” Clark says, voice pitched to a low, soothing tone. “They have rhythm and melody. Identity and personality. Emotion. Beauty. Harmony.” Hearts do sound mostly the same, that’s true; it’s a clump of muscle and nerves coordinated by electrical impulse whose only goal is to pump blood. But there are subtle differences in their cadence, every heart a unique symphony to someone who can hear a cell divide. In the end it’s simple pattern recognition. Clark just likes to wax poetic about it.
The furrow between Bruce’s brows relaxes. His eyes are still closed, but in peace, no red in sight. After a handful more breaths, his eyes flutter open again.
