(FIC) Protection (Clark/Bruce) PG
Title: Protection
Fandom: DCU
Characters/Pairing: Superman/Batman, Two Face
Rating: PG
Word count: 580+
Requested by: taro_twist 'Bruce/Clark, h/c'. Originally here.
"Get away from him, Bruce! I don't want to do this." "Yes, yes we want to do this. Maybe we'll kill you both. Two for one. It would be fitting."
The scarred side of the man who used to be Harvey Dent let out a low laugh, while the good side of the man closed his eye, frowning, trying to control himself. It was a fight Bruce knew he could only win half the time, and he hoped -it hurt, to hope for this- that he would win this one.
It tore his heart apart to see the frown soften and the honey eye of his long time friend open with sadness. He lurched forward, leaving Clark behind him, a quick shove shifting Two Face's aim as he shoot. The bulled wouldn't have hurt Clark, but it had been Harvey Bruce was trying to protect, not Clark. Harvey shouldn't have to carry the guilt of shooting innocent bystanders, even if the bystanders were impervious to bullets.
Bruce failed. Shrieking broke in the ballroom as hot pain pierced his shoulder and he fell over Two Face, wrestling the gun away from him, Clark Kent quickly joining him to restrain the rogue. Police sirens could be heard not far away, and Two Face's thugs tried to shoot them to get them away from their boss. To their eyes, it seemed like they kept missing. Bruce felt the blur of movement as Clark grabbed the bullets aimed their way.
Two Face freed one of his hands and threw a punch at the bullet wound. Bruce gasped, his vision blurring, as Two Face kept hitting him, fire engulfing his shoulder, blood staining the midnight blue shirt. The police was close enough to smell the fear of the lowlifes Harvey had hired, Clark's reassuring presence nearby. He let go, darkness claiming him.
:::
"Bruce?"
"All systems online," Bruce muttered. He was lying on the floor, Harvey nowhere in sight, police yellow tape everywhere. "Two Face?"
"On his way to Arkham." Clark's grasp on his hand tightened. "An ambulance about two blocks away, by the sound of it," he whispered, then his voice went a bit higher. "By golly, you scared me, Mr. Wayne. Jumping to fight that madman without warning."
"Sorry, Kent. Couldn't have any dead reporters in the party. Bad press for the Wayne Foundation," Bruce answered, feeling as air headed as Brucie Wayne was supposed to be.
Clark's tone lowered again. "I would punch you for that one if I was sure you wouldn't black out again. You didn't have to protect me."
"I wasn't trying to," Bruce smiled, apologetic. "Harvey needed protection more than you did. At least he didn't kill anyone, and I saved us some secret identity trouble."
Clark touched the bloodied shoulder gingerly, shaking his head. "Good save." Azure eyes locked with darker blue. "Next time, run the plan by me? I could offer some alternatives that won't end with any of us in the hospital."
"What would a night out with me be without any hospital runs, Clark?" Bruce joked.
Clark stared at the blood on his fingers. Bruce's blood. "A good night."
When the ambulance came, Clark climbed in with Bruce, since the other man wouldn't let go of his hand. The paramedics had to make do. Bruce was one hell of a stubborn man, and if he wanted to hold onto Clark, he wasn't going to let go. Clark held to the thought even tighter than to the hand between his.
Fandom: DCU
Characters/Pairing: Superman/Batman, Two Face
Rating: PG
Word count: 580+
Requested by: taro_twist 'Bruce/Clark, h/c'. Originally here.
"Get away from him, Bruce! I don't want to do this." "Yes, yes we want to do this. Maybe we'll kill you both. Two for one. It would be fitting."
The scarred side of the man who used to be Harvey Dent let out a low laugh, while the good side of the man closed his eye, frowning, trying to control himself. It was a fight Bruce knew he could only win half the time, and he hoped -it hurt, to hope for this- that he would win this one.
It tore his heart apart to see the frown soften and the honey eye of his long time friend open with sadness. He lurched forward, leaving Clark behind him, a quick shove shifting Two Face's aim as he shoot. The bulled wouldn't have hurt Clark, but it had been Harvey Bruce was trying to protect, not Clark. Harvey shouldn't have to carry the guilt of shooting innocent bystanders, even if the bystanders were impervious to bullets.
Bruce failed. Shrieking broke in the ballroom as hot pain pierced his shoulder and he fell over Two Face, wrestling the gun away from him, Clark Kent quickly joining him to restrain the rogue. Police sirens could be heard not far away, and Two Face's thugs tried to shoot them to get them away from their boss. To their eyes, it seemed like they kept missing. Bruce felt the blur of movement as Clark grabbed the bullets aimed their way.
Two Face freed one of his hands and threw a punch at the bullet wound. Bruce gasped, his vision blurring, as Two Face kept hitting him, fire engulfing his shoulder, blood staining the midnight blue shirt. The police was close enough to smell the fear of the lowlifes Harvey had hired, Clark's reassuring presence nearby. He let go, darkness claiming him.
:::
"Bruce?"
"All systems online," Bruce muttered. He was lying on the floor, Harvey nowhere in sight, police yellow tape everywhere. "Two Face?"
"On his way to Arkham." Clark's grasp on his hand tightened. "An ambulance about two blocks away, by the sound of it," he whispered, then his voice went a bit higher. "By golly, you scared me, Mr. Wayne. Jumping to fight that madman without warning."
"Sorry, Kent. Couldn't have any dead reporters in the party. Bad press for the Wayne Foundation," Bruce answered, feeling as air headed as Brucie Wayne was supposed to be.
Clark's tone lowered again. "I would punch you for that one if I was sure you wouldn't black out again. You didn't have to protect me."
"I wasn't trying to," Bruce smiled, apologetic. "Harvey needed protection more than you did. At least he didn't kill anyone, and I saved us some secret identity trouble."
Clark touched the bloodied shoulder gingerly, shaking his head. "Good save." Azure eyes locked with darker blue. "Next time, run the plan by me? I could offer some alternatives that won't end with any of us in the hospital."
"What would a night out with me be without any hospital runs, Clark?" Bruce joked.
Clark stared at the blood on his fingers. Bruce's blood. "A good night."
When the ambulance came, Clark climbed in with Bruce, since the other man wouldn't let go of his hand. The paramedics had to make do. Bruce was one hell of a stubborn man, and if he wanted to hold onto Clark, he wasn't going to let go. Clark held to the thought even tighter than to the hand between his.