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His eyes were on the firemen across the street watching them as they put out the small fires in the area. He took a pull from the water bottle tasting blood in his mouth. Shaking his head slightly Batman let out a soft sigh. At least Clark was alive and whole. 

Bruised but alive. 

Feeling the other man lean against him Bruce let himself relax finally. Looking over at Clark, Bruce took in the sight of the man. He could see the exhaustion that was coming off of Clark. 

Bruce smiled softly and peered up at Clark. It was obvious that he was looking for the alien’s attention.  Why did he need to look so needy sometimes? It didn’t help either that he was smiling down at him now, the book he had been reading now reading as Clark focused his attention on the billionaire with this head in his lap. 

He can go to Smallville with Clark. Ma’s food is perfect for growing boys.

Bruce Wayne prided himself on his stoic demeanor, on the way he never flinched, never showed his true emotion. To do so would be to grow attached, and to risk having something torn away from him like his parents so long ago. He was afraid of starting that cycle again, and afraid the lightness he felt in his soul whenever he was was around Clark, whenever he would tease him and try to get him to show his softer side...which Bruce was doing now.

He smiled softly, his hand carding the other's hair until the other turned to see him properly. Out of habit, he tried to regain his stoic composure, but it was too late, and the Kryonian’s laugh pulled another smile from his lips. 

Diana cradled her head in her hands and groaned as she backed up against the wall. She looked up at Kal, her vision swimming and unfocused despite her every effort. She furrowed her brow, trying desperately to focus before shutting her eyes. 

She could sense that Kal had walked close toward her. Or at least she thought he did. His voice seemed t echo despite the dimensions of the room and when she opened her eyes, she saw that he had not move. 

Bruce never considered himself to be the affectionate sort of guy, especially not with someone like Clark. But waking up in Clark’s embrace? God, was ther anything sweeter? 

He smiled softly, one hand resting on Clark’s chest as he woke the alie with a couple of kisses along the neck. 

Bruce grumbled as he lay in bed. He felt terrible. His brow was beaded with sweat, and was feeling absolutely miserable. Well, more so than usual. He had been insisting that he was fine for days, but finally his own human physiology got the better of him and he soon found himself bedridden, the Kryptonian hovering over him perpetually, making sure he was doing alright despite his sickness.