Fiction: The Little Things - Superman/Batman
Title: The Little Things
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Superman/Batman
Rating: G
Word Count: 155
Warnings: Angst
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Notes: Written in response to this prompt from mithen. It did not turn out quite how I had planned. They decided to be depressing instead of fluffy. I hope it still fits.
Batman didn’t think he’d miss the little things. But he did.
At first, the silence didn’t strike him as unusual. Batman had never been a man of many words, so why should he expect Superman to fill the emptiness with conversation?
Yet, somehow he did.
Then Clark stopped touching him.
He could no longer look forward to the casual brush of their arms as they stood just a little too close to each other.
The gentle hand on his shoulder after a hard mission was summarily replaced by a silent look of understanding.
As if they barely knew each other.
He didn’t make mistakes often, and he admitted them even less. But even he could see that he had miscalculated.
He pushed Clark away, because if he pulled him close, he’d never let him go. And Bruce just couldn’t do that.
He never thought that the further Clark drifted, the more Bruce would need him.
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Superman/Batman
Rating: G
Word Count: 155
Warnings: Angst
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Notes: Written in response to this prompt from mithen. It did not turn out quite how I had planned. They decided to be depressing instead of fluffy. I hope it still fits.
Batman didn’t think he’d miss the little things. But he did.
At first, the silence didn’t strike him as unusual. Batman had never been a man of many words, so why should he expect Superman to fill the emptiness with conversation?
Yet, somehow he did.
Then Clark stopped touching him.
He could no longer look forward to the casual brush of their arms as they stood just a little too close to each other.
The gentle hand on his shoulder after a hard mission was summarily replaced by a silent look of understanding.
As if they barely knew each other.
He didn’t make mistakes often, and he admitted them even less. But even he could see that he had miscalculated.
He pushed Clark away, because if he pulled him close, he’d never let him go. And Bruce just couldn’t do that.
He never thought that the further Clark drifted, the more Bruce would need him.