p...u...i

Bruce : Hal, let's make out.

Hal : *Spits his drink*

Hal : What?! Are you sure???

Bruce : Yeah Hal I'm sure. That will give us a good alibi.

Hal under is breath : Thank God Clark dropped out and I took his place...

Bruce : What did you say?

Hal : Nothing! Come here let's make ourselves an alibi!

*He pulls Bruce towards him and they have a heavy make-out session. Who's getting a little carried away.*

Bruce : Alright. It's enough. People aren't paying attention to us anymore.

Hal giddy an drunk on kisses : Hunhun...

Bruce hiding his smile : Come on fly boy, we have a mission to finish before we can continue.

Hal : Hunhun...

Hal : Wait-

Hal : Did you say continue?

Hal : Spooky-

Hal : Where are you going?!

Hal : Bruce come back!

Hal : What did you mean by that!

Hal : Bruce!

Clark, in Bruce's body, painstakingly putting on bat-mascara and bat-eyeshadow all around his eyes: I cannot do this everyday, this is killing me

Tim: But you always say that this is the best part of your job?

Clark: I do?

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Diana, having suspected something was amiss, throwing the lasso on them: The lasso of truth compels you! Who are you really? Tell me this instant.

Bruce, in Clark's body, gesturing to Clark in Bruce's body: We are Bruce and Clark.

Diana:

Lasso:

Martian manhunter, who has long since read their minds but isn't a snitch: Yes. They are indeed Bruce and Clark.

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Clark, in Bruce's body, at the watchtower one morning, cheerfully, in an unnatural expression: Hello Hal!

Hal: Did you swap so much spit with your boyfriend that you ended up swapping personalities?

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Bruce, in Clark's body, frustrated at a case: Fuck.

Clark: "Do you seriously have a 'in case of betrayal, mind control, or evil clone' plan for a TEN year old??"

Bruce, unfazed: "Yes, which one?"

Clark: "Y-your kid?"

Bruce: "Which one?"

Clark: "The ten year old."

Bruce, thinking for a second: "Which one?"

Clark: "You're SON??"

Bruce, still unfazed: "Doesn't narrow it down."

Clark: "THE ONE BORN TEN YEARS AGO!??"

Bruce, purely just fucking with him at this point: "You think I keep track of those things?"

Clark, in Bruce's body, wiping some blood off his mouth and wincing at the 15 cracked ribs he now has: Guess I can bleed, huh

Dick, staring in disbelief after the patrol: YES OFCOURSE YOU CAN!? WHY THE HELL DID YOU THROW YOURSELF DIRECTLY ON TOP OF A GRENADE-

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Bruce, in Clark's body, squinting at the bright smallville sun at the Kent farm: This is way too much for 11 am

Jon, staring at his newly grumpy dad: I think batman is a bad influence on you, dad

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Clark in Bruce's body, staring at his reflection in the mirror: The shoulder to waist ratio is insane, such a grabbable waist

Poor Tim, who accidentally overheard this, getting ready to call Arkham: Uhuh it's definitely, insane

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Kon: And so I said, ofcourse, i would love the soup-er salad!

Bruce in Clark's body, deadpan expression on his face:

Kon: Get it? Soup-er salad?

Bruce: Yes

Kon, sad puppy expression: You always laugh at soup puns :(

Bruce, now with an Extremely Forced little smile: Yes it was very....funny

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Clark, in Bruce's body, rushing to hug a visibly bleeding Jason who walked into the cave after patrol: What happened?! Are you okay?

Jason, freezing up because the last time Bruce ran to hug him was, never:

Clark, immediately backing up, and speaking with a deliberately gruff voice: I mean. Is the blood yours? Son.

Jason:...no