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Headstrong. We're headstrong.

Aug 22, 2011 04:15

Who: The Jedi Knight kingofrooks and his Padawan Apprentice isitablurred
When: Monday evening - 22nd August
Where: The Batcave
Summary: Without his superpowers Clark is just a common as muck human, and that's what villains rely on when they strip them away. Bruce can't have someone around him with such an obvious weakness.
Warnings: Violence, maybe some blood. UST. Will edit ( Read more... )

clark kent, bruce wayne | batman

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kingofrooks August 22 2011, 12:44:34 UTC

The thing was that- in a city of powers, having powers could be like none at all. Add to the mix the use of the Voids by SERO and it was a recipe of disaster in the making if Clark wasn't properly trained. The only reason Bruce was able to get out the time was because no one had ever expected a man who had no powers whatsoever to be as capable as he was. Bruce had been banking on their discrimination against 'normals', and he had a crucial few seconds when the Voids fighting him looked absolutely shocked that their powers had no effect whatsoever ( ... )

I could kill LJs formatting omfg isitablurred August 22 2011, 14:26:20 UTC

Seriously. The man couldn't just ask for something; he had to achieve it by sneaky methods. But then that was Bruce--nobody ever said he was going to be logical. Nobody said he was going to make sense.

The bike, as it arrived, was making a sound that Clark knew to be 'very unwell'. There were parts that had been shaken loose by overuse, that needed oiling more frequently if it was going to be ridden the way it was. The front strut and wheel was going to tear straight off if Bruce kept on applying the same turning force to it. As the bike came to a stop, Clark paused to eye it with a certain kind of consternation, drawing up plans of how to fix it, how to reenforce the forks without making it too heavy and difficult to drive. If Bruce was going to keep mistreating it like that...

Clark kicked off and span again, moved his hands into the air so that he applied just enough thrust to keep the chair steadily rotating, around and around, until dropping his foot down with a thump he stopped, and looked up at Bruce again.

"Two hours. Not ( ... )

/punches it for you kingofrooks August 22 2011, 15:00:19 UTC

"It looks like she accomplished what she wanted. Without needing a Super-rescue this time," the words were matter-of-fact, and Bruce ducked his head slightly as he pulled the cowl off. His hair was matted to his face with sweat, and there was dirt streaked underneath one cheek, but what was most startling was the sheer darkness of the circles underneath his eyes.

He tossed the cowl over to lie with the cape and the helmet, and dragged a hand through his hand. And he headed towards the mini-fridge he had managed to salvage from one of the richer sectors, opening it and digging out a bottle of water. Unscrewing it, he dumped half of its contents over his own head. It had been too long since he had slept well, and the chill kickstarted his brain- enough for him to notice that Clark was xraying his motorcycle, looking at it like a doctor would a patient. He rolled his eyes at him and his antics, knocking back the other half of the bottle before he spoke.

"Don't. Even think about it ( ... )

isitablurred August 22 2011, 15:14:08 UTC

It was still early in the night, and Bruce looked positively exhausted; the kind of exhausted that made Clark wonder whether he shouldn't just smack him in the back of his head and knock him unconscious, and leave him there for the rest of the night to sleep it all off. No, he probably had stuff to do.

Even down in the cave it was humid and warm. There were record high temperatures, and it couldn't be pleasant to drive around in hot leathers on a hot, unprotected motorbike on days like this one. He watched Bruce upend the bottle to cool down, but he could see quite clearly that the water did very little to the other man's ambient temperature, past providing a little burst of relief.

"Being childish? Never."

And he took a deep breath and exhaled all ice and cool, blowing straight at Bruce like the maw of an industrial sized air conditioner, and cooling the cave by five or six degrees in a single breath. He could have dropped the temperature all the way to freezing, but the shock of the temperature change would probably have killed ( ... )

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