Made with Love
Sorry this took so long, hopefully this chapter will be worth the wait.
Chapter 3
That was not the last he’d seen of Superman and super-delicious sandwiches. At least once a week the man of steel managed to find an excuse to stop by and deliver a sandwich. Out on patrol, during one of his infrequent visits to Metropolis, he even pulled him aside during a gala just in case he was hungry and too busy to grab food.
After the third sandwich Bruce couldn’t resist satisfying his curiosity to discover what was making the sandwiches so delicious. Looking back on it might make it sound silly, ok, it was a little silly, but he had to know what it was. He carefully studied the different components of the piece of sandwich he had refrained from eating.
Were the ingredients rare or high quality? Nope, just normal store-bought ingredients except for the pesto. Were the combination of ingredients superior to other sandwiches? He asked Alfred to make him a sandwich with the exact same ingredients but it just wasn’t the same. Were there hidden ingredients that enhanced the flavor without being noticed? A kind of secret ingredient? Not one that he’d been able to detect. He was stumped.
He moved on from analyzing the sandwiches to analyzing Superman’s increased number of interactions with Bruce and Batman. While it had become obvious many years ago that Clark liked to hang out with Bruce on and off duty, he had never usually visited more than two times a month, unless they were working together on a case.
Something had changed and he didn’t know what or why, but he had to admit to himself that he liked Clark being around more often, even if Bruce knew it would just make his feelings harder to ignore. Especially when he was tucked into bed after patrol and couldn’t help feeling colder without the unusually warm Kryptonian by his side. Almost able to imagine him tucked around his body keeping both his body and heart warm, only to open his eyes and see the empty pillow across from him.
But such daydreams were useless; it was unlikely that Clark held similar feelings and even if he did like Bruce that way all of Bruce’s problems and insecurities would undoubtedly drive him away. It was better to not give much thought to a hope only to have it savagely dashed later on. Not that Clark would be harsh with his rejection, his mother had raised him too well, no, Bruce knew that if they did start such a relationship he would not be able to return to his current solitary existence, not after sharing his life with the other half of his soul.
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This evening Bruce found himself at yet another Gala that he couldn’t avoid attending. It was for a good cause and he needed to be seen in public more to make up for all the time he had spent taking down a drug-trafficking ring that had foolishly tried to expand into Batman’s City.
He had entered with a model, whose name he had already forgotten, and made a round of greetings and was currently suffering in the company of a man who couldn’t speak on a topic for more than a minute without somehow making the conversation about himself again. He was even more infuriating than Brucie Wayne was supposed to be!
He was desperately looking for an escape, not able to stand being in the man’s vicinity any longer without wanting to punch the man in the face, when he caught sight of a poorly fitted tweed suit. He quickly made excuses to the punchable man and hurried over to Clark, who luckily was not interviewing anyone at the moment, grabbed his arm and practically dragged him across the room and out onto the balcony.
Bruce couldn’t stop himself from holding on to Clark’s arm while breathing a sigh of relief from having escaped the situation. Then he glanced up at Clark and felt his heart skip a beat at the warmth in his eyes. He felt himself being pulled closer in his arms but couldn’t concentrate after Clark licked his lips, drawing his gaze to their perfection.
Then Bruce suddenly notice how close they were and sucked in a surprised breath. Clark’s eyes immediately flickered to his own lips, and stayed there as he moved closer and closer. Then he whispered “Bruce,” reverently in his stupidly-perfect voice and Bruce, who could not longer resist, snapped, grabbing the back of Clark’s, Superman’s, head and forcefully brought their lips together in a kiss he hoped would be one of many.