Supermanfic: Apotheosis (Epilogue: The Fine Print) (Clark/Oliver)

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Title: Apotheosis (Epilogue: The Fine Print)
Author: ladybugkay
Fandom: DCU and Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Oliver
Rating: NC-17
Word Count:  1498  (Series total: 25, 541)
Summary: Conclusion. Clark is going to become Superman. In this part, Oliver and Clark make a scene, and Clark makes arrangements for the future before going home to Oliver.
Disclaimer: DC and Gough & Millar and others are the owners. I write for entertainment and not money, and I intend no copyright infringement.
Note: This fic is part of the An Arrow to a Quiver contest at ollieville.
Edit: This story won the Moderator's Choice Award for Best Story at ollieville. (Sept 26/07)



Part One: Nadir
Part Two: Genesis
Part Three: Repercussions, or What Oliver Did
Part Four: Dissatisfaction
Part Five: Zenith
Part Six: Resolutions

Epilogue: The Fine Print

Oliver walks into the Daily Planet building and heads for Clark’s desk. He smiles when he sees him, all rumpled suit and oversized glasses and stooped shoulders, but he stops before he reaches the desk because Lois is there, and what she’s saying makes his temper flare.

 

“Would it kill you to pick up an iron, Smallville? How do you expect to become an actual reporter if you don’t dress for success? First it was flannel, and now, the ugliest suits I’ve ever seen. Maybe I should take you shopping, because God knows, you’ll never get a date looking like that, and I worry about you ending up alone, Clark. ”

 

He knows he shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. Not least because Lois is not a bad person; she’s just tactless and enjoys insulting Clark any chance she gets. But Clark doesn’t deserve this, and Oliver can’t resist.

 

He walks up to Clark and kisses him. And kisses him. Clark is tense at first, because they haven’t exactly told anyone about them, yet. It’s still new, and Oliver did date Lois, once upon a time. But it doesn’t take long for Clark to fall into the kiss with as much enthusiasm as Oliver has quickly grown to appreciate from him. They ignore Lois’s shocked gasp and the rising murmurs of the people around them.

 

When Oliver pulls back, Clark’s eyes are glazed and his breathing is ragged, and Oliver can’t even be smug about it because he’s in much the same condition.

 

“Hey, Clark.” He makes sure that Lois can hear him. “I forgot my underwear at your place last night. Do you think I can come over when you get off work and pick them up?”

 

Clark grins even as he blushes, and Oliver feels unbelievably happy.

 

“Actually,” Clark says, “I think that pair is pretty much a write-off. They were a little…shredded, so I threw them out.”

 

Oliver has to laugh. It would be a nice touch for the show they’re putting on, except that somehow, Oliver thinks Clark is telling nothing but the truth. “In that case, why don’t you come to my place tonight? The bed’s bigger.”

 

“Sure. I have an errand to run after work, but I can come over after that.”

 

“Then it’s a date. I’ll be waiting,” he adds, while he cops a quick feel of Clark’s crotch and earns a quiet moan in response. “Oh, hi, Lois,” he says as he turns to leave. “Don’t keep Clark too late, today. He and I have plans.”

 

Then he walks away and thinks about all the things he wants to do to Clark when he shows up. He thinks it’s time they switch things up a bit and he gets the chance to be on top.

 

*          *          *

 

“Superman.”

 

“Don’t start, Batman. I came here for a reason. I need to ask you a favour.”

 

Clark notes the almost imperceptible movement underneath the cowl as Batman’s eyebrows rise.

 

“What makes you think I’m going to do you this favour?”

 

Clark sighs, because really, this is one favour Batman will be thrilled to provide. He holds out his hand and offers the box to Batman, who looks at it warily and makes no move to take it.

 

“Damn it, Batman. Take the damned thing. I need to know you have it, in case something happens and you have to--” He stops, because he isn’t quite sure how to say this without sounding as if he’s crazy or desperate. “I need to know that if I ever get out of control or someone tries to manipulate me, that you have the means to stop me.”

 

Batman looks intrigued, and Clark has to stop himself from smiling, because Batman is very predictable in certain areas.

 

“And this box gives me the means to restrain you?”

 

“Well, it’s not like it’s a harness and whip, but essentially, yes.” And then he blushes, because even though the Bat-costume does make him think things like that, on occasion, this really isn’t the time to be wondering what Batman does to relieve all that tension he never quite seems to lose.

 

“Then what is it?”

 

“Don’t open it, here, please. It’s a piece of refined kryptonite.  One this size could knock me out for days and if you used a little imagination, you could probably even kill me with it. Or at least permanently incapacitate me.”

 

Now Batman looks shocked, and Clark tells the part of himself that is jumping gleefully in joy for surprising the all-knowing Batman to shut up, because this is serious.

 

“Why are you giving it to me? What about Oliver?”

 

Well, Oliver had warned him that Batman had figured out how things stood between them. “Because Oliver won’t use it. He won’t hurt me like that, even if it’s necessary. And I need to know that if something happens and I start to do things I shouldn’t, start to hurt people or try to take over the universe or something, that there’s someone who can and will stop me.”

 

“And you think I’ll be that person.”

 

“I know you will be. You still don’t entirely trust me, which, in this case, is a good thing. I can count on you to take me out if that’s what you need to do, but I also know that you won’t use what’s in this box recklessly or maliciously.”

 

Batman is silent for a moment, and then he reaches out his right hand to accept the box and the responsibility that goes along with it.

 

“Thank you,” Clark says, and he can hear the relief in his own voice.

 

“Clark,” Batman says, and Clark is shocked at the use of his real name when he’s in costume. “If you’re willing to trust me with something that can hurt you, I suppose I owe you the same trust. Especially since I know who you are.” He hesitates for a moment, as if selecting which words to use. “When I’m not in the cape and cowl, I go by Bruce Wayne.”

 

Clark opens his mouth, but he closes it again before he says anything.

 

Bruce Wayne.

 

Well. That is unexpected. The dissipated playboy is actually a grim vigilante with a fetish for bats. Although the more Clark thinks about it, the more sense it makes; Bruce has the money, the isolated location, the perfect excuse for missed appointments and canceled dates and conspicuous absences from expected appearances. He has to admire the genius of Bruce’s façade.

 

“Thank you, Bruce,” he says quietly. “That means a lot.”

 

Batman nods stiffly in acknowledgment. “You’re welcome. Clark.”

 

 “Now there’s somewhere I have to be, so I’ll see you at the next League meeting.”

 

Batman steps back, and Clark heads for home, satisfied that everything is as it should be and the world has no pressing need for him right now.

 

Oliver is waiting for him when he gets in, and Oliver Queen naked and waiting is a beautiful sight. “Lois called,” he says with a grin.

 

Clark groans. “Of course she did.”

 

“She says she needs your help with the article about Superman’s showdown with Lex Luthor, but I told her that she knew we had plans, and she could do her own grunt work tonight while you and I do ours.”

 

“Her obsession with Superman is kind of creepy. She tries to grope me—well, Superman—every time I save her, and she doesn’t seem to realize my eyes are above my belt.”

 

Oliver tugs on Clark’s wrist to get him into bed. “What do you expect, in a uniform that looks like that? If you’d bothered to consult me, maybe it wouldn’t look so much like you were advertising what’s underneath the tights.”

 

“Shut up,” Clark answers, half-heartedly slapping Oliver’s hand away. “She more than makes up for it by treating me like shit as Clark Kent. She doesn’t know how lucky she is to go home every day with all her body parts still attached and no new orifices!”

 

Oliver grins at him in that way that makes Clark’s eyes go hot and threaten to shoot out inappropriately timed laser beams. “What can I say? I was young, and she was flexible.”

 

With a slight whisper of wind, Clark’s uniform sails across the room to land on the dresser, and he slides his hands up Oliver’s calves.

 

“Let’s see how flexible you are, these days, Mr. Queen.”

 

There is a flash of white teeth, and then Oliver flips them. “No, I think tonight we should see how flexible you are.”

 

Clark feels his pulse accelerate. “Oh, I’m pretty flexible. It’s amazing, really, the positions I can get my body into. And I can fly, too, you know.”

 

“Show-off.”

 

“It’s not bragging if it’s true.”

 

Oliver looks him up and down, assessing him carefully. “Okay, then. Let’s get bendy!”

 

Clark is laughing when Oliver kisses him, and he thinks he could get used to having this in his life.

-

Comments

[svgurl.livejournal.com]

yay! congratulations on completing an excellent story. it was a great read, from start to finish. :)

and i'm so glad you decided to an epilogue. personally i love lois but i really liked seeing oliver show her up. it seems like something he would do. the bruce/clark interaction was awesome too!

this story completely rocked. i'm pretty sure i asked you before, but i just wanted to let you know i added this to my clark/ollie list. :D let me know if you have an objections.

i hope to see more clark & oliver from you in the future! thanks so much for writing this and sharing it with us.

[jeannev.livejournal.com]

Wonderful story!! I'm still not sure how I feel about Clark/Oliver, but I loved your version of them, and it makes me want to read more. I'm glad you saw this story through to its happy ending. :)

[machiavellian.livejournal.com]

I thought this was a good resolution to the story and part of me did get that thrill of satisfaction when Lois got her comeuppance. And, despite my total love for Clark/Oliver in this story (their chemistry on SV is palpable. Much more than the chemistry between Clark and Lana or even Clark and Lois) I couldn't help but feel that weird vibe that somehow, despite how happy they are together now, that ultimately, it may end up with Clark/Bruce. And if so, then that's really not such a bad thing at all. Clark just has a way of drawing in those billionaires, doesn't he? Thanks for finishing this story. I enjoyed it very much. And if you do that Clark/Bruce sequel? You'll have me reading along with that one, too.

[zarabithia.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love this. I loved the Clark/Ollie, of course, and the way you portrayed their relationship, but I also loved the Clark and Bruce relationship. It manages to be both the way I imagine Bruce+Clark in comics, mixed with the way I see Smallville Clark reacting to Bruce.

Fabu. *claps loudly.*

[theclexfactor.livejournal.com]

I really liked this story. And I liked the ending with leaving Lois' mouth dropped open, and that you left open the possibility that Bruce and Clark will wind up the best friends that they are in canon. Although the mind-wipe thing is morally ambiguous, really, what else could he have done. Just putting Lex in jail never works permanently and there are too many lives at stake for Clark's identity to be known by someone like him. So, short of killing him, which is far worse and Clark just...no, doesn't do that, then that's probably the best alternative.

Now write some Clark/Bruce...now. *cracks whip*

[tmelange.livejournal.com]

>>Batman steps back, and Clark heads for home, satisfied that everything is as it should be...

Everything is NOT as it should be until Clark is with Bruce! LOL Or, at least, that's what my inner fangirl is screaming. :))

I loved the Clark/Ollie here. They have such a wonderful vibe, and seem so into each other, like the five year wait means they now can't get enough of one another. You got that feeling across perfectly.

Of course, I loved the showing up of Lois, particularly because I have the Lois from the show in mind who has always been so dismissive of Clark. The beginning of this had me smiling hugely.

The scene with Bruce was to die for. :) The comment about whips and harnesses was Clark flirting. He just has to admit it. LOL And I *know* Bruce is feeling it. Why else would he be so willing to let Clark know that he's a beautiful billionaire too, with even more...assets...than Ollie? LOL That's exactly what I took out of Bruce's identity reveal. ;) Manipulative bastard. Hee! Ollie better watch out.

Thanks so much for persevering with this, Kay. It sounds like you had to force yourself to finish, which I can really appreciate since it always seems to me that the endings of stories are always the most difficult to write. I do want to say again how marvelous the story is and what a great accomplishment. Kudos!

[souless-misses.livejournal.com]

YAY YOU!! awesome story ans such a wonderful finishing, Ollie and Claark were just so funny, Ollie was jsut so awesome, and too cute.

Clark and Bruce little chat went in the right direction, everything was just right and in there place. I loved it and i hope to read more Collie from you.

Rocking end to the story.

[(Anonymous)]

YAY! Nice story i loved it. I'm a collie noob but i've liked the tales i've read of it so far nice work. ^W^

[dangerous-47.livejournal.com]

Muhaha. Take that, Lois. XD

Also I love Let's get bendy!.

I'll have to give it a better read though later. XD Sleep is need for work tomorrow. :(

[niennah.livejournal.com]

I've just found this fic in a hunt for Clark/Oliver inspired by the new season, and so many are short or flocked, and then I found this. Great stuff! I enjoyed the whole series. Clark's longing in Metropolis and then Oliver's when Clark is gone; Clark finally facing up to Oliver, and then such delicious hotness when they get together, I love it. You built such a believable relationship, and to see it come to fruition was amazing.

I also love the humour, like how uptight Batman is, how dense AC is (I agree re that actor), and superfast jerking off? lmao!

Excellent work. I'm really glad I found this and spent a very nice Saturday afternoon reading it. :)

[prophet144.livejournal.com]

Awesome. ROFL... sorry, but I can SO see Ollie saying Let's get bendy and being able to do it with a straight face only to be ruined by wagging his eyebrows.

Hope you write more soon.

[evaine.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was amazingly fun! And hot! And nicely angsty in some spots. *grin*

I look at it like this, seeing as you're so adamant about their being a Bruce/Clark. (In this story, I don't really get that... I get that Clark is intrigued in a nebulous sort of way with the puzzle that is Batman, and Batman is, despite himself, charmed by Clark and as one commenter said, it could be the beginning of that very close canon best friendship.) Anyway... Clark with Ollie is sort of like the first, heady, so deep and full of emotion relationship that you hear about people having during their year or two in France. *LOL* Do you know what I mean? The relationship that devours one but ultimately burns too brightly to last past a certain length of time, but always makes one smile wistfully in reminiscence as the years go on.

I loved it!

[crazy4ew.livejournal.com]

WOW, just wow! Here I am again in my continuing pursuit of Clark/Ollie fic, going through ALL of ollieville in search of quality fic, and here you are with these gems!! No wonder you won best story...

I am out of breath literally after getting through all 6 parts and Epilogue in one shot, red eyes and all, I finished at 3:30 AM!! It reads exactly as thoughts rambling one after another in one's mind, at a crazy pace, thanks to your excellent prose.