#toxicclark

“Why Bruce is your boy toy already on the way?”

Clark responded back a minute later after landing on the balcony, and forcing open the glass door that connects to the outside world and the room together.

Bruce responded back irritated “You know you’re not shit—why do you keep trying to ruin my dates ?”

“I’m ruining your date? I’m not even worried about you—what if I just came to pick up dick”

They both knew he’s lying straight through his teeth, he just wants to start to some bullshit agurment.

“Then he’s downstairs waiting for daddy” Bruce smirked slightly after hearing the doorbell ring, his date arrived pretty early which annoyed Clark even more.

“Hm, he drives a pretty nice car he doesn’t really fit the “high class” look though-“ he was looking through the blinds of the window staring at down the man hoping that he’d either, A. See him and get scared or B. realize he’s possibly messing with a “married man”.

“You drive a truck—shut up and leave Clark.” He interrupted.

Clark playfully rolled his eyes. “I know you don’t even want to go on this date, you’re dating just anybody to just forget me.” He moved closer to Bruce—resting his head on his shoulder and clasping his arms around his waist. “Poor Richard, having to see his mama whore himself out around everyday. He must want his family back.. us back you know.” The last few words slowly leaving his mouth because he knows it’ll hit Bruce right where he wants it.

“Me whoring myself out.. ? What I do on my dates aren’t none of your business.” Bruce intentionally ignored Clark’s last sentence, not wanting to give In.

“You know I listen in when you’re with them.. allll of your fake moans, fake pleas, they can’t even do you right. Atleast not like I do it.. rough and hard just how you want it ” He starts kissing at the viable parts of his neck that isn’t covered by his neck tab.

“Clark.” His face looks neutral while staring him down through the mirror “He’s downstairs you know, Dick let him in..”

“Alfred and Richard can keep him entertained, while I.. please mommy upstairs.” He takes in a long sniff from the subtle cologne that’s emanating from his neck which feels intoxicating for him.

“Pleasing mommy..? You’re just causing me more pain. You don’t want to let me go.”

“Neither do you, we might have more downs than ups but, we only understand each other need other. There isn’t a universe where Superman is without his Batman.

“I hate you, your a terrible man Clark”

“I could same about you, but we know I can’t stop coming right back to you”

someone's dusting in one of the hallways leading to the foyer, listening to clark kick someone out of the house. a paralegal just came upstairs to ask one of bruce's assistant for some documents when he sees mr. wayne's husband walking into his office without knocking the day after a gala. gardeners are giving maintenance to the ivy on the walls outside bruce's study...

The workers must be so confused first they hear screaming upstairs then cut to Clark returning downstairs 4 hours later cheesing all giddy.

It was her first day at her new job working for the BRUCE WAYNE. As soon as she entered the office there, she saw Clark Kent, a famous reporter for the daily planet.

He must’ve been interviewing Mr Wayne and pressed all his wrong buttons— a whole flower vase came crashing against his head.

“And stay out of my office and life I don’t even want to see you nowhere near Dick anymore.”

“Watch yourself Bruce.” He said through gritted teeth. “ I never planned on ever seeking you out personally”

Woah, what a wild start to a day.. bending down she began to pick up the rest of the glass shards but was stopped by Clark saying it wasn’t her job.

He walked away while covering his head while Bruce was sat back in his chair fumming terribly even his cheeks were turning red.

A few hours had passed in relative silence with occasional orders from here and there when..

“Did you think I was too harsh on him.” He asked while looking staring at the stack of documents he was holding.

“Oh- what n-no, I don’t know what caused the augment but- you know what forget him. He’s just a reporter anyway, I heard you made him sign some NDA—even if he wanted too he couldn’t tell the media—Bruce Wayne threw a plant at me..”

He laughed, “I’d say you’re right, I really shouldn’t be bothered by him.”

The buzzer rang and she answered it “uhm they’re saying that Clark Kent is here to.. pick up his wife..?”

“Tell them send him away, I already went home”

“Uhh.. he went home— just send him away.”

Bruce got up from his seat and began hastily packing things up, his extra Waynebook, his mug, batfolder, etc.

“Mr Wayne?”

“Shh lock the door, pretend I’m not here”

“B-but Mr..”

“Bruce open up this damn door.”

She stood there watching in silence while her boss had opened up this secret storage room (..?) Behind a painting of his son.

Then boom. The door was kicked in.

“Where is he”

“Uhhh he-..”

He didn’t even look her way before he began pushing through random things in the room before he stopped at the painting.

“Mr Wayne-Kent, you wanna come out of there by yourself?” He said impatiently.

“It’s Mr Wayne to you.. and get out Kent. I didn’t call for you” it was like he said that with a smile on his face, like he was enjoying the hide and seek game that insured beforehand.

“Just because your mouth didn’t say it didn’t mean I couldn’t tell you were sorry.”

“About what, get out you alien”

Ouch that gotta hurt.

Clark opened up the painting and stood there infront of Wayne arms crossed with his no expression showing on his face.

“Clark.. why do you keep doing this..”

“Doing what? Protecting our marriage from a crazy man?” He rolled his eyes.

“Who’s the crazy one? Get out, you know we’re not even together.”

“Maybe in the eyes of the law but, you know we can’t let each other go”

“Clark, stop being delusional-“

Clark climbed inside of the giant strange room behind the painting while kissing Bruce and waved me at the girl to go.

What a weird first day…

Bruce had just woken up in the infirmary. All he remembered was getting a punch thrown at him and that’s it.

Zoning back in, he noticed a boy who was much bigger than him walking towards him.

“Isn’t that the guy who threw that punch at me?” Bruce thought while scowling at him.

“Hey are you okay?” The bigger boy awkwardly asked.

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Soulmates are your fated one, your everything in this world.

If life just turned upside down, just look at the tattoo on your wrist and realize that there is someone is this world that could actually love you.

But, what happens when you actually meet your fated one?

Bruce was relieved that someone could genuinely love him, even if he was a “madman” that would go around protecting a city where it’s a system of “fending for yourself”.

Clark was everything Bruce ever daydreamed of in his alone time. Being an outcast he was often shunned at school, feeling left out in everything; feeling that he never belonged anywhere.

And there came Clark a Superman in a way, guiding him back into the light whenever things got wrong.

But, would you leave your soulmate if they ever cheated on you? How could that really be your soulmate if he has different cases of infidelity when he’s in a relationship with you.

Bruce knew he was an idiot to continue to take back the man who caused this much torture to him so many times, but he’ll always tell Alfred that he hates feeling alone.

Until, Clark brought back his mistress home.

Alfred’s gone, the kids lost communication with him, he’s an older man now. What can he do, but ignore them both in hopes Clark can understand his pain.

He knew he was dying and he thought if he was ever given a 2nd chance he would never let Clark back into his heart again.

Being reborn he was given a chance back; back to when he was an outcast. He relived that same loneliness.

“Why would you reverse time, if I still have to suffer the same pain.” He cried out.

“Are you okay?” That’s the same words Clark said to him when the first met; his soulmate— he once thought but now all he sees was the devil.

The devil is a sly man, he isolates you from everyone just to manipulate you into giving him your full attention.

Poor Bruce even given a 2nd chance he couldn’t resist his soulmate. Lonliness is the biggest curse he developed in every life— Every life he’s met Clark in.

So, he continued to go back and experience his 1st ending in. Every single life he coluldn’t resist his soulmate. That’s the curse he’s fated with.