Magically Part 2/?
Title- Magically Part 2/?
Word Count-823
Rating-PG(Maybe PG-13 for implied relationships...I don't know)
Prompt-Bruce hates magic. Somehow he becomes a magic wielder, has to cope with the idea, and decides to use his power for protecting Superman.
Universe- Toonverse
Author's Note-I lied, it's not just two parts.
Part 1
2:51 A.M., Outskirts of Gotham City, Wayne Manor, The Batcave, Training Area
Sparks fly as I fling one of my few combat spells towards a practice dummy. It's one of my few flashier spells that I've recently acquired. Most my spells seem to lay in defense and the few that are combat seem to have flexibility in there results. I'm sure there is a pattern, I just haven't found it yet. Once I set a training dummy on fire, the next time I did it I froze it in a column of ice. This time seems to be quite tame compared to those, I merely slashed it's head off.
I don't think I will be using these spells in the field anytime soon. I think that might be for the best, keep it a hidden weapon so to speak. Unlike the rest of the superhero community, I think it is important to have a surprise in one's proverbial back pocket. There is also the fact that I can't control my combat spells as well as I would like that discourages me from using magic.
I could kill someone with these, granted, you don't need magic to kill someone. It's a lot easier, however, which is all the more frightening. There are days where I must refrain from potentially fatally injuring someone and using these powers has increased the temptation. I haven't gone out since I've gotten this powers for the fear of temptation.
My will is rather impressive, but there are days when I have almost given in to temptation. The temptation to put my sons in a bubble and never let them see the horrors of the world again. The temptation to take out Dick's parents' killer without telling him. The temptation to hold Clark close and never let him leave my sight is always there too, whether I will consciously admit it most of the time is a different story.
Today, however, I will as I throw bolts lightening towards the training dummy, catching it on fire once again.
“Erm, Bruce, is there any reason why the training dummy went up into flames?” Clark asks wide-eyed with confusion as he walks down the steps from the Manor.
“Yes,” I curtly reply while placing a subtle barrier to keep the fire contained, it'll burn out soon enough.
“Care to tell me?”
“I can use magic now”
“You're a wizard, Harry,” Clark replies with his best British accent which is frighteningly horrible. I roll my eyes before commenting.
“Remind me to never let you play a British person when going undercover.”
“I thought I sounded fine!” Clark protests as he flies up beside me with a pouty look on his face.
“You sounded Scottish, not British, there's a difference”
“You're still a wizard,” Clark comments off-hand, but I could hear the underlying tension in his voice.
“Yes,” I pause, “Your taking this rather well.”
“Bruce,” Clark sighs, “we deal with the random most craziest things everyday. This is fairly normal if you ask me.”
Sadly, we have dealt with crazier things, usually, a lot more crazier things. Still, this is a big difference in our current relationship, whatever that maybe. Clark and I began this relationship about a month ago. We've never really talked about nor have we really defined it.
Clark kisses me on the check. I didn't notice it coming and it takes me completely by surprise. As Clark chuckles I knew that it must have shown on my face.
“I hope you know that this isn't going to change anything,” Clark whispers dangerously close to my ear, his breathe caressing the shell and raising the hairs on the back of my neck, “I just got you, I'm not letting you go.”
Some part of me is reassured by that. The other part, the more dominant part, hisses at the possessive words.
“You assume it's your decision,” I growl low in my throat, “What if I want you to let go?”
“You don't,” Clark smirks, “You secretly love it when I get possessive.”
If I was a cat, my fur would be on end with my claws out, no, I don't like Clark being possessive even if it feels nice to be wanted by this amazing man. No, never mind the last part. I continue to argue the truth of the statement Clark made to myself before crashing back into reality.
“Hello, anyone home?” Clark jokingly knocks my head.
“Don't do that,” I growl again as he looks at me innocently before smiling.
“It's 3:15, why don't we head up to bed?”
Bed, sounds nice, I didn't notice it before but my limbs were heavy and tiredness echoed in my core.
“Sounds good,” I say before Clark swoops me up into his arms and flies towards the bedroom.
Word Count-823
Rating-PG(Maybe PG-13 for implied relationships...I don't know)
Prompt-Bruce hates magic. Somehow he becomes a magic wielder, has to cope with the idea, and decides to use his power for protecting Superman.
Universe- Toonverse
Author's Note-I lied, it's not just two parts.
Part 1
2:51 A.M., Outskirts of Gotham City, Wayne Manor, The Batcave, Training Area
Sparks fly as I fling one of my few combat spells towards a practice dummy. It's one of my few flashier spells that I've recently acquired. Most my spells seem to lay in defense and the few that are combat seem to have flexibility in there results. I'm sure there is a pattern, I just haven't found it yet. Once I set a training dummy on fire, the next time I did it I froze it in a column of ice. This time seems to be quite tame compared to those, I merely slashed it's head off.
I don't think I will be using these spells in the field anytime soon. I think that might be for the best, keep it a hidden weapon so to speak. Unlike the rest of the superhero community, I think it is important to have a surprise in one's proverbial back pocket. There is also the fact that I can't control my combat spells as well as I would like that discourages me from using magic.
I could kill someone with these, granted, you don't need magic to kill someone. It's a lot easier, however, which is all the more frightening. There are days where I must refrain from potentially fatally injuring someone and using these powers has increased the temptation. I haven't gone out since I've gotten this powers for the fear of temptation.
My will is rather impressive, but there are days when I have almost given in to temptation. The temptation to put my sons in a bubble and never let them see the horrors of the world again. The temptation to take out Dick's parents' killer without telling him. The temptation to hold Clark close and never let him leave my sight is always there too, whether I will consciously admit it most of the time is a different story.
Today, however, I will as I throw bolts lightening towards the training dummy, catching it on fire once again.
“Erm, Bruce, is there any reason why the training dummy went up into flames?” Clark asks wide-eyed with confusion as he walks down the steps from the Manor.
“Yes,” I curtly reply while placing a subtle barrier to keep the fire contained, it'll burn out soon enough.
“Care to tell me?”
“I can use magic now”
“You're a wizard, Harry,” Clark replies with his best British accent which is frighteningly horrible. I roll my eyes before commenting.
“Remind me to never let you play a British person when going undercover.”
“I thought I sounded fine!” Clark protests as he flies up beside me with a pouty look on his face.
“You sounded Scottish, not British, there's a difference”
“You're still a wizard,” Clark comments off-hand, but I could hear the underlying tension in his voice.
“Yes,” I pause, “Your taking this rather well.”
“Bruce,” Clark sighs, “we deal with the random most craziest things everyday. This is fairly normal if you ask me.”
Sadly, we have dealt with crazier things, usually, a lot more crazier things. Still, this is a big difference in our current relationship, whatever that maybe. Clark and I began this relationship about a month ago. We've never really talked about nor have we really defined it.
Clark kisses me on the check. I didn't notice it coming and it takes me completely by surprise. As Clark chuckles I knew that it must have shown on my face.
“I hope you know that this isn't going to change anything,” Clark whispers dangerously close to my ear, his breathe caressing the shell and raising the hairs on the back of my neck, “I just got you, I'm not letting you go.”
Some part of me is reassured by that. The other part, the more dominant part, hisses at the possessive words.
“You assume it's your decision,” I growl low in my throat, “What if I want you to let go?”
“You don't,” Clark smirks, “You secretly love it when I get possessive.”
If I was a cat, my fur would be on end with my claws out, no, I don't like Clark being possessive even if it feels nice to be wanted by this amazing man. No, never mind the last part. I continue to argue the truth of the statement Clark made to myself before crashing back into reality.
“Hello, anyone home?” Clark jokingly knocks my head.
“Don't do that,” I growl again as he looks at me innocently before smiling.
“It's 3:15, why don't we head up to bed?”
Bed, sounds nice, I didn't notice it before but my limbs were heavy and tiredness echoed in my core.
“Sounds good,” I say before Clark swoops me up into his arms and flies towards the bedroom.