Pairing: Clark Kent x Bruce Wayne
Word Count: 308
Audience: Teen
Synopsis: Clark reassures Bruce that he isn't going anywhere.
A/N: June 13th submission for June Jukebox Scribbles with the song prompt Town Without Pity by Gene Pitney. Lyrics in bold. Superbat art by @rmymm13 <3
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Clark combs his fingers through Bruce's hair softly and reassuringly. He can feel the tension slowly seeping from the Bat's body. Bruce nuzzles into the crook of Clark's neck and inhales. Sirens sound on the busy street below, cutting through the steady hum of the heavy rainfall, and Clark listens in more closely to see if he can discern what is going on fifty stories below his peace.
"Do you have to go?" Bruce whispers, pulling back to look at Clark.
"No, baby, I don't have to go," Clark assures him, pulling him even closer into his side. Bruce loves laying with Clark. He's always so warm. They don't even need a blanket.
Clark has been filling in for Bruce for the past week in Gotham while he heals from an injury, and essentially keeping an eye on him. Someone has to make sure he doesn't don the cowl and rip his stitches open.
"I understand if you do… have to go," Bruce says. "Gotham is a town without pity. It's the other side of Metropolis's coin."
"Bruce, I don't have to go. It sounds like a small fender bender. They don't need Superman or Batman or anyone whose name ends in -man or -woman down there right now. Just be with me."
Bruce sighs and relaxes into him.
"What's really wrong, baby?" Clark asks.
Bruce takes a moment before quietly answering, "I'm afraid this kind of joy can't last."
Clark takes Bruce's handsome face in his hands and looks into his eyes. "I'm not going anywhere. Unless a Kaiju crashes through your penthouse, I'm here with you all night. All weekend, okay? No Superman duties. Just you and me in this bed."
"What about Metropolis?" Bruce asks.
"The Justice Gang has it under control," Clark says.
"I love you, Clark," the Bat mutters as he dozes off.
