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It was always so much more difficult to argue when Bruce pulled the cowl off. When he was dressed as Batman, then Clark could at least stare into the whited-out lenses without any sort of remorse. But when he was actually looking at Bruce, and he had a face connected to the harsh voice coming from it, he always just looked….so much more human.
Sighing in relentment at the fading disagreement, he accepted the kiss from Diana, and then watched her kiss Bruce. Knowing that the affection she had for the both of them was equal, and that he himself held affection for the Bat, he didn’t feel the slightest stirring of jealousy. He didn’t know if it was romantic, or if it was familial, but he loved the both of them the same.
Clark always had problems distinguishing love. To him, all love was the same, and there was no competition. But even so, he couldn’t deny a certain desire for his teammates–if only to hear them say that they loved him in return.
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Glad that the arguing was over, Diana let her men lead the way to Bruce’s bedroom. She found it odd that he would invite both of them upstairs for dinner, when there was a perfectly lovely dining room, but she was too hungry, and getting too irritable to question it. Had it been anyone but Clark and Bruce, she would have, but she loved her men and trusted them, they were the only men she trusted. “I only have this to wear, Bruce, darling. And while I don’t mind walking around nude, I’m certain Alfred may find it jarring.” She couldn’t help but imagine all three of them lounging about with nothing on, and it made her smile. Once in Bruce’s room, she did take off her tiara, gauntlets. belt, and lasso. Placing them on his dresser, she ran her fingers through her dark hair. She wondered if it was narcissism that brought them together, all three were tall, dark haired, blue eyes… And while that was where their physical similarities ended, it was still quite enough. darksideofthetrinity
“You’re each allowed to wear something I have,” he told them as they entered his room. Alfred would be bringing the food up soon. They could lounge in the seating area there in his room until the food was brought up. He walked over to the armoire and pulled out a pair of drawstring pajama pants for Clark and a shirt that was big on Bruce. Clark's muscular buildup was greater than Bruce’s, but the clothes should fit him well enough. He also pulled out a shirt or Diana, not so big. She may be tall and defined, but she was still tinier than both men. Handing them both the clothing, he smiled at both of them. “You’re more than welcome to spend the night.” He didn’t say in separate rooms, though he wasn’t necessarily thinking they’d all share his bed, though it was big enough.
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