And then he remembers looking at Bruce through a small oval airplane window frame. The cuff of his white sleeve luminous against his pale cheek, his face resting on his upturned palm. He is facing away, Clark can't see his eyes only dark eyelashes and the winged upturn of an eyebrow. The jet was getting ready for take off and the engines were ( Read more... )

He allows himself a minute - a bouquet of 60 little flowers which will shrivel and die in a startlingly quick fashion, a gift to himself with the ostentation bow of Brucie accompanied with a fanged flash of teeth which is all Batman - just this once in a while, here and there to stay behind. To stay and see the dust settling down, the fine cracks ( Read more... )