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“Stupid perfect man with his perfect back,” Bruce protested with no actual heat as he walked over to the bed and got in. He sighed happily though as he realized that the bed was miles better than the couch.

“Yeah, yeah, heartbreaker,” Clark parried, “Get some sleep and you can complain tomorrow.”

“I will,” Bruce sleepily mumbled as he fell asleep, “I’ll complain so good. You’ll see.”

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[Bruce] was debating the merits of just falling asleep on the couch in his day clothes when Clark came to bother him into pajamas. He gave into token grumbling but when he went to go back to the couch, Clark tutted.

He sighed and asked, “I’m sleeping in your bed tonight, aren’t I?”

“Yep,” Clark helpfully answered before adding, “That couch is murder on my back and I know mine’s better than yours.”

“Stupid perfect man with his perfect back,” Bruce protested with no actual heat as he walked over to the bed and got in. He sighed happily though as he realized that the bed was miles better than the couch.

“Yeah, yeah, heartbreaker,” Clark parried, “Get some sleep and you can complain tomorrow.”

“I will,” Bruce sleepily mumbled as he fell asleep, “I’ll complain so good. You’ll see.”

Bruce drifted off to a far too fond sounding huff of laughter and soft hands carding through his hair. He would, naturally, never admit it but he genuinely did enjoy sleeping with Clark. The physical intimacy was nice but it also meant he could relax to a degree he couldn’t with most other people. Clark’s hearing would be extra sensitive tonight because of the kids which meant Bruce was free to just drop out of life into the sweet embrace of sleep.

(If Clark smiling at him in the morning was another bonus that made his heart flutter something sweet and delicate no one had to know. No one also had to know that he never had a nightmare when he slept near Clark. It was just a coincidence he had to assure himself. It couldn’t mean anything else.)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: (Eventual-Past) Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Characters: Clark Kent | Superman, Bruce Wayne | Batman, Alfred Pennyworth, Diana (Wonder Woman), Ma Kent, Lois Lane, Richard "Dick" Grayson, Jason Todd, Other Minor Appearances and Mentions Additional Tags: Heavy Use of Religious Imagery and Symbolism, batfam, Bruce Wayne is Bad At Emotions, Canonical Character Death(s), Clark is a Good Boy, two bros being dudes, Just Friends, Lois is Right and its Okay, AU-Death in the Family, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Alfred Pennyworth is a Saint, Hand-wavey Magic, Happily Ambiguous Ending, Brief suicidal ideation Summary:

The funeral is a week later. The church is sterile and nearly empty. Bruce sits next to Alfred in the front row. His eyes are fixed on his shoes the whole time. His eyes are dull and unfocused. The speakers, for there are so many, talk and talk and talk until he thinks about screaming for them to shut up. He doesn’t care what they have to say! Alfred always squeezes his hand when he feels that very strong thought and he knows he can’t do that to Alfred because he loved his parents too.

The last one to speak is an old priest, his dad's childhood one, he thinks. He wants to summon enough energy to look up and pay attention but the words about God’s love and kindness curdle the thoughts sour before he even manages it. God is cruel if one or more even exists.

He thinks to himself that maybe if he were to meet one what he would do. Maybe he would shout at them until his voice was gone. Maybe he would fight them. He thinks he would make them weak though. That makes the most sense to him. If he were to make a god or more mortal then, they would be subject to the misery they created or, at the least, didn’t stop.