The Adventures of Birthday-man!
Title: The Adventures of Birthday-man (1/1)
Author: gpmanda
Pairings/Characters: Clark/Bruce, Alfred (mentioned), Amber (totally ficticious), and a room full of nameless people
Genres: Cheese, Sappy, Sweet, and more sweet cheesy-ness
Rating: All slashy ages
Warnings: If you are diabetic this is coma worthy, if you are lactose intolerant then you will probably go into anifilatic shock.
Summary: Clark can't understand why Bruce doesn't like his birthday.
Disclaimer: Story's mine, characters aren't, and the costume was on a greeting card I saw...
Word Count: 1258
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: This is all Jessi's fault. She made me do it. I blame her.
"How can you not like celebrating your birthday?" Clark asked, the shock evident on his face.
"I just don't, Clark. I would be perfectly fine and happy if it just came and went without anyone making any kind of fuss about it." Bruce answered in a very matter-of-fact tone from behind his newspaper.
"But it's your birthday! Your very own personal holiday." Clark had an almost panicky look of confusion on his face.
Bruce rolled his eyes and sighed heavily as he put down his newspaper. It was obvious that Clark just wasn't getting it and that Bruce would have to spell it out for his lover.
"You just aren't getting it. I don't see it like that Clark. Not at all. What my birthday is like for me is simply like a personal hell. Every year I am forced to throw a huge party and invite all kinds of people, most of whom I don't even know. Then I get to spend the whole evening being 'Brucie...Darling' the billionaire playboy. And walk around with some dumb bimbo on my arm that I have to act like I am interested in. When, to be perfectly frank, I would much rather spend a quite evening with you, the man I love, sitting on your couch, eating popcorn and watching a movie. But that would take a miracle. And since that particular birthday wish isn't very likely to happen I would prefer to just pretend that it isn't my birthday until I have to face it. Which unfortunately is now. So if you'll excuse me I have to go and get ready to pick up my 'date' and have a 'wonderful evening'. So I hope you have a good time tonight, cause we both know that I won't." With that Bruce left toward his room to get ready for the evening, leaving behind a very hurt looking Clark at the dinning room table to finish his breakfast.
After his shower and shave Bruce got into his tuxedo and sighed heavily as he gazed at himself in the mirror. He had over reacted and he knew it. He shouldn't have went off at Clark like that, and now he had to apologize...which was definitely not one of his strong points. However when he got back downstairs Clark was nowhere to be found. Even Alfred had no idea that Clark had even gone. And that is probably one of the things that worried Bruce the most. Clark was not one to leave without saying good bye. Even when he had to go off and be Superman he made sure to say bye first.
Remembering the look on Clark's face as he had stormed off Bruce realized that he had screwed up...and bad. But it was getting late and Bruce needed to pick up Amber, his 'date'. In fact he was already running late. On his way to pick her up Bruce called Clark only to get no answer and Bruce hung up without leaving a message...he really didn't want to apologize to Clark's voice mail.
Luckily Amber was just so thrilled to be Bruce Wayne's date that she didn't seem to mind him being a half hour late and so dim that she easily accepted his excuse of "I got lost." And as she babbled relentlessly about how happy she was to be out with him and how her friends just wouldn't believe her, Bruce started to develop a scam to ditch her at the party and pull Clark off to the side. Possibly out onto the terrace where they would have privacy so that he could apologize to Clark, and possibly even sneak in a birthday kiss.
Yet when they arrived back at the manor after a seemingly never ending dinner, his hopes of seeing Clark were crushed. He weaved through the room mingling and introducing Amber to his 'friends' but kept a vigilant eye out for Clark, who was nowhere to be seen. After a while he began to realize that the reason he couldn't find Clark was simply because Clark wasn't there. He hadn't bothered to come.
Bruce found himself quite thankful that he had long ago managed to master his emotions, simply because at this point he would probably be freaking out. He had screwed up...a lot. So he started plotting out a full 'please forgive me Clark' weekend. It would be just Clark and himself. He was jolted out of this blissful state of mind when his cake arrived with great applause and someone shouting out "Make a wish!" As the cake with lit candles was set in front of him.
Bruce had one wish at that moment. He squeezed his eyes shut and whispered in his own mind. "I wish Clark were here." Just as he was about to release the breath to blow out the candles the balcony doors blew open successfully blowing the candles out for him, and in flew Clark dressed in the most ridiculous outfit Bruce had ever seen.
It was much like his Superman costume but with just enough changes that one would not have guessed the man of steel was beneath it, or would ever even consider wearing it.
It had a bright orange cape and cowl, successfully covering most of his face. But Bruce knew those lips. Along with the cape and cowl were matching boots, briefs, and gloves, all over an annoyingly bright yellow suit. And where one would normally see a shield on the chest was a giant picture of a lit birthday cake. It was simple outrageous. Bruce barely had time to register the ludicrousness of the new suit before Clark swooped down grabbing Bruce and flying out of the room through the balcony doors he had used with the sounds of laughter and applause fading into the background. Bruce relished in the feeling of Clark's arms around him as they flew to who-knows-where. Soon they landed on an all too familiar landing. Once on his patio Clark let go of Bruce.
Bruce had meant to say something along the lines of "I am sorry I over reacted earlier" to Clark but what came out was a snide "And who are you supposed to be?"
To which Clark responded with a shrug "Uh...Birthday-man?"
Bruce quirked an eyebrow, "Birthday-man?" he echoed.
"Yes. I fly around granting rich and sexy men who are secretly super heroes their birthday wishes, and providing them with birthday miracles!" Clark answered with confidence flashing a huge cheesy grin before turning a bit serious and continuing. "Seriously, I just wanted you to get what you want for your birthday for once. Because I want you to see how special this day is. It is, in my opinion, one of the most important days of the year. For today marks the day that you came into this world. And if that isn't worth celebrating than nothing is, because without you I would never have found where I belong and would never realized that I could love and be loved for all that I am. I love you Bruce. And I just want you to have the best birthday you can. Happy Birthday." With that he leaned in and gently kiss Bruce. As Clark's soft lips captured his own Bruce thanked the heavens and stars for bringing him the most perfect man anyone could ever have. And swore to himself that he would never again be caught with a bimbo on his arm again, not went it is Clark that should be there. Clark is what made him happy and that is truly all he would ever want or need.
Author: gpmanda
Pairings/Characters: Clark/Bruce, Alfred (mentioned), Amber (totally ficticious), and a room full of nameless people
Genres: Cheese, Sappy, Sweet, and more sweet cheesy-ness
Rating: All slashy ages
Warnings: If you are diabetic this is coma worthy, if you are lactose intolerant then you will probably go into anifilatic shock.
Summary: Clark can't understand why Bruce doesn't like his birthday.
Disclaimer: Story's mine, characters aren't, and the costume was on a greeting card I saw...
Word Count: 1258
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: This is all Jessi's fault. She made me do it. I blame her.
"How can you not like celebrating your birthday?" Clark asked, the shock evident on his face.
"I just don't, Clark. I would be perfectly fine and happy if it just came and went without anyone making any kind of fuss about it." Bruce answered in a very matter-of-fact tone from behind his newspaper.
"But it's your birthday! Your very own personal holiday." Clark had an almost panicky look of confusion on his face.
Bruce rolled his eyes and sighed heavily as he put down his newspaper. It was obvious that Clark just wasn't getting it and that Bruce would have to spell it out for his lover.
"You just aren't getting it. I don't see it like that Clark. Not at all. What my birthday is like for me is simply like a personal hell. Every year I am forced to throw a huge party and invite all kinds of people, most of whom I don't even know. Then I get to spend the whole evening being 'Brucie...Darling' the billionaire playboy. And walk around with some dumb bimbo on my arm that I have to act like I am interested in. When, to be perfectly frank, I would much rather spend a quite evening with you, the man I love, sitting on your couch, eating popcorn and watching a movie. But that would take a miracle. And since that particular birthday wish isn't very likely to happen I would prefer to just pretend that it isn't my birthday until I have to face it. Which unfortunately is now. So if you'll excuse me I have to go and get ready to pick up my 'date' and have a 'wonderful evening'. So I hope you have a good time tonight, cause we both know that I won't." With that Bruce left toward his room to get ready for the evening, leaving behind a very hurt looking Clark at the dinning room table to finish his breakfast.
After his shower and shave Bruce got into his tuxedo and sighed heavily as he gazed at himself in the mirror. He had over reacted and he knew it. He shouldn't have went off at Clark like that, and now he had to apologize...which was definitely not one of his strong points. However when he got back downstairs Clark was nowhere to be found. Even Alfred had no idea that Clark had even gone. And that is probably one of the things that worried Bruce the most. Clark was not one to leave without saying good bye. Even when he had to go off and be Superman he made sure to say bye first.
Remembering the look on Clark's face as he had stormed off Bruce realized that he had screwed up...and bad. But it was getting late and Bruce needed to pick up Amber, his 'date'. In fact he was already running late. On his way to pick her up Bruce called Clark only to get no answer and Bruce hung up without leaving a message...he really didn't want to apologize to Clark's voice mail.
Luckily Amber was just so thrilled to be Bruce Wayne's date that she didn't seem to mind him being a half hour late and so dim that she easily accepted his excuse of "I got lost." And as she babbled relentlessly about how happy she was to be out with him and how her friends just wouldn't believe her, Bruce started to develop a scam to ditch her at the party and pull Clark off to the side. Possibly out onto the terrace where they would have privacy so that he could apologize to Clark, and possibly even sneak in a birthday kiss.
Yet when they arrived back at the manor after a seemingly never ending dinner, his hopes of seeing Clark were crushed. He weaved through the room mingling and introducing Amber to his 'friends' but kept a vigilant eye out for Clark, who was nowhere to be seen. After a while he began to realize that the reason he couldn't find Clark was simply because Clark wasn't there. He hadn't bothered to come.
Bruce found himself quite thankful that he had long ago managed to master his emotions, simply because at this point he would probably be freaking out. He had screwed up...a lot. So he started plotting out a full 'please forgive me Clark' weekend. It would be just Clark and himself. He was jolted out of this blissful state of mind when his cake arrived with great applause and someone shouting out "Make a wish!" As the cake with lit candles was set in front of him.
Bruce had one wish at that moment. He squeezed his eyes shut and whispered in his own mind. "I wish Clark were here." Just as he was about to release the breath to blow out the candles the balcony doors blew open successfully blowing the candles out for him, and in flew Clark dressed in the most ridiculous outfit Bruce had ever seen.
It was much like his Superman costume but with just enough changes that one would not have guessed the man of steel was beneath it, or would ever even consider wearing it.
It had a bright orange cape and cowl, successfully covering most of his face. But Bruce knew those lips. Along with the cape and cowl were matching boots, briefs, and gloves, all over an annoyingly bright yellow suit. And where one would normally see a shield on the chest was a giant picture of a lit birthday cake. It was simple outrageous. Bruce barely had time to register the ludicrousness of the new suit before Clark swooped down grabbing Bruce and flying out of the room through the balcony doors he had used with the sounds of laughter and applause fading into the background. Bruce relished in the feeling of Clark's arms around him as they flew to who-knows-where. Soon they landed on an all too familiar landing. Once on his patio Clark let go of Bruce.
Bruce had meant to say something along the lines of "I am sorry I over reacted earlier" to Clark but what came out was a snide "And who are you supposed to be?"
To which Clark responded with a shrug "Uh...Birthday-man?"
Bruce quirked an eyebrow, "Birthday-man?" he echoed.
"Yes. I fly around granting rich and sexy men who are secretly super heroes their birthday wishes, and providing them with birthday miracles!" Clark answered with confidence flashing a huge cheesy grin before turning a bit serious and continuing. "Seriously, I just wanted you to get what you want for your birthday for once. Because I want you to see how special this day is. It is, in my opinion, one of the most important days of the year. For today marks the day that you came into this world. And if that isn't worth celebrating than nothing is, because without you I would never have found where I belong and would never realized that I could love and be loved for all that I am. I love you Bruce. And I just want you to have the best birthday you can. Happy Birthday." With that he leaned in and gently kiss Bruce. As Clark's soft lips captured his own Bruce thanked the heavens and stars for bringing him the most perfect man anyone could ever have. And swore to himself that he would never again be caught with a bimbo on his arm again, not went it is Clark that should be there. Clark is what made him happy and that is truly all he would ever want or need.