(FIC) Lightness of Being
eve_k gave me a prompt foreeeeeveeer ago about Bruce+white hair. See, I started this story and then.. then... nothing happened. But I am decided to clear up my WIPs by finished them and I did finish this one and I like it, so.. ta-daaa
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It didn’t happen very often, but whenever you got a call from Alfred politely asking you to come by the Manor, all you could do was take a break and promptly report yourself to the Wayne household caretaker.
Mwhahaha!!! Alfred is God.
“He’ll be embarrassed once he comes around. But sometimes coming around takes him a long time, and it’s better to nip this kind of thing in the bud.”
Alfred should write a book on how to deal with the BatClan! :P
“Would you please stop talking like that?” Clark didn’t like the way the conversation was going, and he didn’t think it was going to accomplish anything, other than upset them both. “I like to think I wouldn’t let that happen to you.”
Aww. *hugs Clark*
“I am thirty three, my father didn’t start going gray until he was thirty eight. These kinds of things are not supposed to happen overnight, Clark! I am getting old and showing it!”
Hee!!!! *glomps Bruce*
“A perennial paragon of manhood.”
*falls over laughing*
Bruce snorted and broke down in chuckles, resting his elbows on the desk and hiding his face with his hands. Clark wanted to see him laugh, to see the wrinkles in his eyes as he let it all go -not that he was going to mention the wrinkles right now- but he settled for hearing him, the dark velvet of his voice caressing the back of the most primitive part of his brain, the part where the word ‘mate’ was tightly entwined with survival and happiness.
Whee! Laughing!Bruce!! *hearts him* And I loved the description of it. *hearts*
“My- my-“ Bruce couldn’t seem to complete his sentence. “My pinnacle of anthropomorphic beauty,” he said at last, and then he was leaning back, laughing, tumbling down to sit on the floor.
*giggles again*
Clark didn’t even want forever. Bruce was a force of nature, ever changing like the tide, and it didn’t make it any less beautiful if one day the waves stopped meeting with the shore.
After all, in time, even the sun would fade.
*wibbles a bit*
Oh, this was so brilliant! Bruce being all grumpy and then being all giggely! Hee! *hearts the story* *glomps you*
Thank you sharing it with us, Mina! :D
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I'm glad you liked laughing Bruce! I think sometimes you just gotta laugh at life being ridiculous and weird and unfair, or you go crazy. And writing the endearments was really fun! X) Thank you for reading, Star! I'm so glad you liked it!
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