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can you become a hero without reading the romance of the three kingdoms?

Jul 16, 2011 23:32

Who: Clark 'I have Kryptonite issues' Kent [isitablurred] and Bruce 'I am paranoid and overprotective and also has issues' Wayne [kingofrooks]
When: Very late Saturday night
Where: Vicinity of Sector Two and then much further
Summary: After this, Bruce takes matters into his own hands. Unfortunately, SERO isn't an easy target. Clark is a busybody and comes to the rescue ( Read more... )

clark kent, bruce wayne | batman

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isitablurred July 16 2011, 16:46:20 UTC

The problem with gunshots was that if they hit a man, then if that man was as determined, as unstoppable as Bruce Wayne, he would keep going. Unfortunately - for Bruce as much as Clark - the former attracted gunfire and the latter couldn't be everywhere at once. The sounds of bullets striking flesh and shattering kevlar and metal polymers, even from a distance, were sickening, even if he couldn't hear Bruce's heartbeat to know it was him being struck. He heard him fight on, though, heard his footsteps and then familiarity; the sound of the grapple line.

Followed by two decisive clicks.

Clark recognised the distinctive sound of a rifle being primed. He'd raced one before, during the attempt on his father's life, and he did now, finally done with holding up the collapsing barn so that he could cross town and intercept the darts. Darts full of tranquiliser rather than bullets--clearly now they'd weakened him they meant to take him alive ( ... )

kingofrooks July 16 2011, 18:11:12 UTC

Even though he couldn't hear the rifles, his instincts screamed at him loud enough to pierce through the pain, and he was already turning, throwing himself downwards as the darts flew towards him- except there was this sudden rush of air and the familiar red cape, and Bruce immediately unfolded his legs, standing up. A little too fast, that motion, because the world tilted on its axis for a moment and he stumbled forward, eyes narrowing before he shook his head ( ... )

isitablurred July 17 2011, 00:44:50 UTC

Bruce standing still gave Clark time to look him over, studying him critically, listening to his heart beat - however dulled by his bio-rhythm smothering tech - and generally glaring at him. A lot of lost blood, a dangerously angled rib, bullet wounds, mind dulled by weariness, bruises all the way down his back from some kind of impact. He shouldn't rightly be moving around at all, let alone diving off the edge of buildings.

Clark stepped warily after him, shooting a glance toward the snipers to take them out, one at a time, a blast of heat vision that had the guns collapsing off their neat little stands and tumbling toward the street below. The impact would destroy them--Bruce on the other hand?

He could guess which safehouse he was heading for, so Clark got there first, leaving the door on the hinge and gathering supplies. It was a better option than trying to drag Bruce here kicking and screaming; he wasn't eight any more.

kingofrooks July 17 2011, 03:03:38 UTC

The safehouse was near enough for him to duck into in a direct route, but first he needed to be sure that he wasn't follow. Bruce took a winding route even though he knew that he probably shouldn't, that he was losing more blood that way- but better than that having SERO find his safehouses. Especially now that Damian and Kara would be using those places as well.

He was pretty sure that Clark hadn't given up the ghost and was, in fact, waiting for him. But that didn't stop the minor alarm he had when he saw the door ajar, and he opened it very slightly, a batarang held in one hand before he stepped in and closed and locked the door behind him. Immediately, his eyes took in the scene- and detecting no overt threat other than a Kryptonian in his space, Bruce slowly let his arm drop back to his side as he slumped against the wall ( ... )

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isitablurred July 29 2011, 14:28:48 UTC

He was the most threatening 6'2" man in his underpants that Clark had ever seen, but that didn't stop him from almost laughing, obscenely, right in the middle of his speech. Only the word 'Superboy' stopped him, and he muted himself with the back of his hand, trying to force the glare back into his eyes.

And then Bruce folded his arms, and he couldn't stop himself. A giggle spluttered out, all at once, straight through his attempt to mute it by pressing his lips tightly together, and he had to clamp his hand completely flat across his mouth to hold anything else in.

Tried to apologise, and only ended up laughing out loud. Shook his head and tried to force it down. It wasn't a laughing matter. No, not at all. Not funny.

With a deep breath, he rose his eyes toward the ceiling, tried to contain himself, and deliberately didn't look at Bruce as he spoke.

"All I asked from you is a little respect. I know I have to earn it, but to be fair, you don't make that easy. But fine. Lex was my best friend. He hit me with his Porsche, and I ( ... )

kingofrooks July 29 2011, 16:13:31 UTC

Of course he didn't make it easy- not when Clark pulled stunts like these. Bruce narrowed his eyes, and kicked himself for momentarily forgetting his state of undress. He honestly had half-forgotten the fact that he might as well be naked, his armour removed to take care of the wounds on his arm and thigh. He blamed it on the fact that his anger and irritation had quickly chased away the slight dizziness and the pain of his wounds- really, he shouldn't be standing.

But when he Bruce done anything he had? And- more relevant to the current matter, Clark had made the mistake of giving him back the belt while he knew that Bruce was angry.

In a movement so quick that it might as well be superhuman, Bruce snapped open the top of the pocket of his belt that kept the green kryptonite ring. He could have used the blue, but that wouldn't cause Clark pain- and pain was his objective- and he briefly thought that he had never used this method of shaking sense into this idiot's head before, and wondered if it was the constant exposure to him ( ... )

isitablurred July 29 2011, 16:32:36 UTC

He should have really seen it coming, but god forbid Bruce back down from the rising levels of testosterone in the room. This time when Bruce hit him it wasn't the gentle reminder that he'd smacked him with in the past, it was a really hard punch, driving teeth against teeth, leaving a thundering ache in his jaw for a few seconds, even after the Kryptonite vanished back into the pocket.

His hiss was a warning: "You really shouldn't have put away that meteor rock."

From his place against the railing Clark glared, all amusement gone from his eyes, replaced only by loathing, and then he flashed up to his feet, and all in one movement sent the bottle flying before, his hand around Bruce's throat, he drove the man up against the door, two feet from the ground, at the full extension of Clark's arm. A certain degree of his ability to conduct weightlessness onto other things went into the action--it was more showy than intentionally harmful, but the meaning was there ( ... )

kingofrooks July 29 2011, 17:46:37 UTC

The moment his feet left the ground, Bruce was already considering escape plans, thinking up of ways of making Clark let him go. It didn't matter if he was going to fall- that was preferable because he knew it was going to happen, and he could prepare for it. But right now, even though his windpipe wasn't being constricted by Clark's hand, he was still entirely reliant upon Clark to stay where he was and to make sure he could breathe ( ... )

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