#whenyouareabird

everything that happens is from now on @whenyouareabird

Bruce […] is wearing a tight black shirt with washed out gray jeans that looks like an ensemble on what he could wear on a casual maintenance day in the Wayne Hangar.

Bruce stands, makes a show of rotating one of his shoulders, as if limbering for a fight. The muscles of his arms bunch just then, ghosts of light criss-cross scars line his forearms, and Clark realizes he’s staring, but lucky for him, Hazel is staring too. She turns towards him, her eyebrows turned upward, a mystified smile on her face before she takes one glove off and thumps it on Clark’s chest. “Look alive, kid.” She smiles, taps his chin once, then shakes her head.

Across from them, seemingly oblivious, Bruce lifts his palms high in the sky, before stretching backward, making his shirt ride up, revealing the hairs on his navel.

Clark swallows, then looks at Hazel to see if she saw that too, an apologetic smile on his face already. “Christ,” Hazel says, “What the hell are they feeding you all out there?”

everything that happens is from now on @whenyouareabird