i know it’s been done to hell already but still the idea of dick and bruce being hit with a spell that basically freaky friday’d them and no one in the JL noticed until supes caught onto the staccato of “batman’s” breathing and reared his head to look at his pal because hey that is not how bruce breathes—
and dick, who is in bruce’s body, is tearing up mentally because—
dad. dad please, just date this man. he’s scaring me.
because what do you mean that superman cornered not-bruce-but-dick and growled how if not-bruce-but-dick doesn’t tell clark right now what the hell happened to the real batman, then this version standing in front of superman would be laser-visioned to smithereens and some.
dick hiccups, still gaping, and clark’s brain clicks.
“dick?”
“hey, clark,” dick replies, waving, and clark’s face does this weird thing before heaving a big sigh and turning around to scan past the concrete to locate not-dick-but-bruce. and when he does, he listens to the way not-dick-but-bruce breathes and only then does clark settle.
“erm, big blue? do you mind letting go of me now?”
and hearing that in bruce’s voice is a big mindfuck, by the way. so clark helps with the reversal of the spell, much to bruce’s dismay.
(dick locks them in a room when everything’s done and well, and bruce sighs.
“chum, really?”
“really!” dick’s voice echoes mutedly outside. “if you don’t come out of it in a romantic relationship, i’m stealing all of my siblings and you’ll never find them, b!”
clark laughs. “that’s a solid threat, if you think about it.”
bruce gives him a flat look but he’s right. dick will follow through and lord knows his siblings would love to help him out. cass would probably volunteer to lead bruce to a goose chase back to the kent house so what the hell—
“clark, c’mere.”
“yes, bruce?”
“kiss me.”
a pause. then, “thank the stars.”)
