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[ sms 5:39 // b. wayne ] im thinking of making omelettes[ sms 5:40 // b. wayne ] what do you want in yours? [ sms 5:40 // b. wayne ] do you know what alfred likes in his?

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That bastard.

Internal or not, language of that sort would’ve caused Clark to cringe ------- had it not been for the fuming bitterness. That arrogant son’of’a… he’s less interested in sitting here to stew in the rejection, but rather ready to confront him head on. This was ridiculous ---- HUMILIATING ---- and a total waste of his time. Just another nail in the coffin on this one; red flags he should have predicted and used as his reasoning for avoiding this mess altogether. Why he ever bothered agreeing to this in the first place was…beyond him. Damn that man’s convincing charm; his logic ---- damn his everything.

He ditches the restaurant, but leaves behind an apology to the staff and a tip that emptied his pockets ( though by their standards --- poor ). The single FLOWER he’d brought with him, as part of the charade ( no other reason, obviously ), is tossed to the curb as he takes off for a dark alleyway before flight. It won’t take him long to reach Wayne’s house ------ so he does a few spins around the globe just to cool off.

Alfred lets him in, and takes him down to the cave in silence. Thoughts of shoving a fist in that perfectly squared jaw runs through multiple times, but once he’s in the cool, calm of the cave ----- he sucks in a deep breath, only to let it out once he’s directly behind him and his stupid chair.

❝ You didn’t show up. I kept waiting.❞ Short and sweet; a courtesy he didn’t think Bruce really deserved. And with the hopes of this turning into a civil discussion, Bruce half turns to face him ----- offering up a response that brings Clark’s blood to a BOIL.

He blinks a few times in response; taken aback by the simple, impersonal response. He should have expected this ----- it’s Bruce. Bruce only does things when it benefits him, or Gotham. It’s always on his time. His terms. An irritant Clark left alone, for the sake of their collaboration ----- at least until today.

❝ Cut the crap, Bruce!❞ He grips the corner of the chair and forces him to face Clark fully, and then leans in. ❝ Where were you, huh? SCREW the apology ---- I want an explanation. You dragged me out here, pretending ---- for you! And you make me look like a friggin’ idiot! Some puppy-love moron waiting on the Prince that never shows. I agreed to go along with this, to help ------- NOT at the expense of my dignity, or time. Which you’re wastin’. ❞ A huff, which is concerning enough as it is. The reaction Bruce elicits from him alone is embarrassing. That, and the fact that he had to clear his throat and try to casually pull back from their close proximity.

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You can’t do it alone. Not anymore. That time has come and gone. You cannot lose yourself in the darkness you see every day. Let me help.

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A cup finds itself on Bruce’s desk and it slides closer to him. “Coffee,” she informs, “But you look as if you need more energy than what a cup of caffeine may bring.” Brown eyes look to the slight tremble in his fingers. “But you will have to leave your office if you want food.” The Amazon smirks, tilting her head up. “You need a little bit of sun.”

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a low sigh escapes him and he very nearly rolls his eyes. there isn’t any sound to indicate the batman’s presence but he’s spent enough time at the side of the bat to recognize the particular shift in the air, the sudden tension when he appears. it never fails to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, muscles tensing in anticipation of something.

❛ oh, come on, b. i’m playing nice tonight. non-lethal shots only. ❜ he taps his fingers pointedly on the butt of his gun, shifting his weight to one hip and trying to look nonchalant.

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