He would like to say he knows Bruce, but the truth is that Clark doesn’t understand him at all. On occasion, he can predict how Batman might react to certain situations or stimuli, but only in a very superficial way and only initially. Inevitably, Clark finds himself submerged in the morass of Bruce’s inexplicable motivations and interpretations.
Bruce doesn’t think like anyone else. And it’s not just because Clark isn’t human that he flounders in confusion at Bruce’s thought processes; Clark is fairly familiar by now with natural human responses and objectives. Bruce simply doesn’t do natural human behaviour. No, Bruce is something altogether different, a new and unique brand of intelligent Earth life: a Bat.
And quite frankly, Bats scare the shit out of Clark. All of them. But since the Batfamily origins all converge on one single ancestor, well, that just means Batman is the most concentrated kind of creepy.
Clark doesn’t ever tell Bruce how disturbing he finds him, though. Good god, no. Bruce would be overjoyed. Only not, because Bruce—not Brucie the playboy, but Bruce the Batman even when he’s not in the suit—doesn’t do joy. But he would be pleased. And proud. And he would gloat.
Batman scares Superman.
Oh, how the man would gloat. Bruce would invariably find a way to leak the news to the rest of the League—and later, the world—without making it seem as if the information ever originated with him. So Clark keeps his mouth firmly shut about his reaction to Batman.
It’s not fair, really, that people would mock Clark for his fear. Bruce designed the bloody persona to strike terror in people’s hearts, and he’s a big drama queen when he gets going with the whole Dark Knight routine. Is it Clark’s fault if the character is so effective?
Clark can’t help it that when he sees Bruce, his heart rate accelerates so rapidly that the first time it happened, he thought he was going to die. He can’t be blamed for how he starts to sweat or the way he can never seem to catch his breath. Clark is in awe of Bruce, and being near him tends to reduce Clark to incoherency and the emotional equivalent of a five-year-old. Most of the time, he has no idea what to say to Bruce; something about the man makes Clark feel oafish and clumsy. Bruce is not a metahuman, and if Clark stops to consider the sheer amount of time and effort Bruce has put into studying everything it is possible to know, Clark is stricken with a severe sense of inferiority. Batman makes Superman feel inadequate.
He swears he had a panic attack that time Perry sent him and Lois to interview Bruce about Wayne Enterprises’ latest million-dollar acquisition. Clark had begun to feel faint the moment he saw Bruce’s eyes in a photo of him and Dick on his desk and had begged Lois to wait for Bruce and interview him alone, claiming an attack of stomach flu. Lois took one look at the hectic flush on his cheeks, the beads of sweat on his upper lip and forehead, and the almost manic glitter in his eyes and sent him home. Clark had managed to make it out of the building before Bruce’s arrival, even if he did cheat and use his superspeed on the stairs instead of taking the elevator. It was bad enough having a Bat phobia; he didn’t need to subject himself to any more time with Bruce than was absolutely necessary.
The rest of the Batclan doesn’t affect Clark as strongly, although he avoids Batgirl whenever possible. Tim isn’t too terrifying; even if he isn’t like any teenager Clark has ever met. Nightwing is probably the one who frightens Clark the most after Bruce. Only his youth and blinding grin make him less daunting than Batman. Clark just knows that if Dick were closer to his age and a little more contentious, he would make Clark’s heart race just as fast as Bruce does.
And really, it’s quite ludicrous that Clark has such a visceral response to the man, anyway. Superman can control his physical responses at almost the cellular level; he has to have that kind of control to manage the vagaries and extreme ranges of his supersenses. It makes no sense that Clark’s reaction to Bruce should be so out of his control.
The perspiring is the worst, Clark thinks. He has experienced any and every temperature and climate all over the world, and they have never affected him. But one minute in Bruce’s company and Clark feels like he’s fallen into the sun. He’s beginning to believe there is a very real danger of self-immolation. The fear’s gotten so bad that now, when Clark even thinks about Bruce, he starts to feel hot and his breathing becomes harsh and uneven. Something really must be done.
Clark has tried talking to J’onn about everything, but he hadn’t gotten very far into his explanation before J’onn had given him a peculiar look and, smiling a little, told him he needed to spend more time with Bruce in order to become more comfortable around him. Thank you very much, Mr. I’m-so-perceptive-and-intuitive-that-I-think-you-should-try-to-scare-yourself-to-death Martian. Clark doesn’t count that as the most helpful suggestion he’s received about how to handle his little problem.
He doesn’t even like to go to Gotham to help out when Batman requests aid—not that Bruce does that very often, thankfully. When it’s an emergency and the League is called in, Clark goes because he can’t not help, and he would never let his personal issues prevent him from saving lives; it’s just that he’s uncomfortable the entire time he’s in Gotham and can’t wait to leave. It’s as if there are eyes everywhere in that city, all trained on him. And it doesn’t help that Bruce likes to order him out of the city if Superman comes over uninvited. Not that Clark does that. Not anymore. So Gotham is full of unpleasant associations all around, not least of which is that feeling of being constantly under surveillance.
And Clark is getting really tired of feeling like a carousel around Bruce. His head spins around and around, and his stomach goes up and down, and lights flash behind his eyes, and bells and whistles sound in his ears while some kind of addictive calliope music invades his every thought. All in all, it’s a rather unsettling sensation, and it’s beginning to interfere with his work at the Planet. Bruce is all he can think about. Clark is starting to hear his voice, that deep, gravel-rough sound that seems to resonate in Clark’s chest, even when Bruce is nowhere around. An image of Bruce, sometimes in costume but more often not, appears when he closes his eyes at night, and Clark is starting to see Bruce everywhere he goes when he is awake. Talk about an all-consuming fear.
To make matters worse, at the last League meeting, Batman kept giving him inscrutable looks that made Clark duck his head even as he felt his face begin to burn with the unfortunate blushing habit he can’t seem to outgrow or control. Clark has the horrible notion he’s given himself away, and not just to Bruce. There was scattered laughter among the rest of the League members throughout the meeting, and every time he looked up, he caught someone grinning at him like they had discovered his embarrassing phobia. He isn’t positive that is what happened, because as soon as the meeting concluded, he had sped away before Batman could corner him and…intimidate the truth out of him.
Because Bruce could do that.
Clark has never liked to lie, even if he has done it his whole life. He has always thought it ironic that Lois published that line about truth, justice, and the American way. And the really unfortunate truth is that Clark can’t lie to Bruce, literally can’t. Clark asserts publicly that it’s because he respects Batman, admires him. But it’s just that Bruce terrifies him. He’s nervous enough around Bruce that lying to him is absolutely out of the question. Sometimes, he has dreams about what Bruce would do to him if he ever found out Clark had lied to him. So Clark takes the coward’s way out and just always tells him the truth.
That’s why he had run from Batman after the last League meeting.
Of course, what this all means is that when he sees Bruce step off the elevator onto his floor at the Daily Planet, Clark feels a sudden wave of heat flare up beneath his skin, and he is sure Bruce will be able to hear the rapid beat of his heart. Bruce is in full Mr. Wayne mode, impeccably in character, as always. His suit is cut perfectly to accentuate his broad shoulders and long legs, and his hair falls elegantly to the side of his forehead. Clark can’t get his hair to lie neatly at all unless he’s Superman and using a special formula the A.I. designed for him. Bruce’s blue eyes are just as brilliant and shrewd as usual, and when it registers that Clark can see them, he realizes he’s in trouble because Bruce is heading straight for him. He’s been seen, so it’s too late to run, now. It’s not as if he would have used his powers to avoid Bruce, though. Well, probably not, anyway. Only if he could have gotten away with it without Bruce having any inkling he had been there, at all.
And Bruce is still walking toward him.
Shit.
Just as Bruce reaches his desk, Clark knocks his coffee over. It’s a wonderful diversionary tactic; it’s a shame he does it completely inadvertently.
He can hear Bruce chuckling as he grabs a box of tissues and tries frantically to mop up the spilled liquid before it destroys all his notes on the Wilson trading scandal.
“Well done, Clark,” Bruce says quietly as he stands beside Clark’s desk. “A masterful performance.”
“Bruce.” And Clark is not going to admit the accident was an accident. “What brings you to Metropolis?”
“Oh, just checking up on my paper and its employees. You know I like to have a personal connection with people when I work with them.”
If it were anyone else talking, Clark would laugh at the idea of Batman wanting personal ties with co-workers, but Clark’s so afraid of Bruce he’s trembling right now at being so close to him.
“And the real reason?”
Bruce takes a brief and unobtrusive precautionary look around for anyone who might be in hearing distance, and then lowers his voice even further as he leans in. “Clark. Would I lie to you? I am here to work on interpersonal relations between colleagues. You’ve been behaving very oddly around me; that is, when you haven’t been avoiding me.”
Clark shudders as Bruce’s breath reaches the side of his neck. “N-no, I haven’t.”
“Boy Scouts shouldn’t lie, Clark. You know how I hate conclusions unsupported by facts. I’ve talked to the other League members and made my own observations, and you have been behaving unusually. You treat the others all the same way; it’s just around me that you seem…uncomfortable.”
Damn it. It would make his life so much easier if he could lie to Bruce. Convincingly.
As he leans away from Bruce slightly, Clark raises one hand and rubs the back of his neck. This is what they call an incapacitating fear, Clark thinks, because he has no idea what to say to dissuade Bruce from continuing this conversation. He hates Bruce for taking away any vestige of intellectual or rational thought Clark has.
Bruce smiles, and that makes Clark tremble even more than when he felt Bruce’s breath on his body. It’s a Bat-smile, but with something extra behind the eyes he doesn’t get to see when Bruce is in the cowl. As with everything else about Bruce, it is something Clark cannot interpret. He might be in even more trouble than he thought he was.
“Come on. We’re going to lunch, and you will tell me what your problem with me is. I refuse to allow personal issues to impede the efficiency of our work,” Bruce adds as he reaches out to pull Clark up by the arm.
Clark doesn’t say a word as Bruce walks with him to the elevator. His mind’s been a complete void since Bruce touched him, and Bruce doesn’t let go of his arm until the doors close, and it’s just the two of them in the elevator car. It feels as if Nightwing is performing backflips in Clark’s stomach as they ride down to the ground floor in silence.
Once outside the building, Bruce leads Clark to a limo parked at the curb, and Clark spends the entire drive to the restaurant speechless with shock and nerves at the sensation of Bruce’s sleeve touching his. Bruce makes the occasional vacuous Brucie remark to pass the time, but Clark can’t hear anything but the steady in and out of Bruce’s breathing and the rhythmic cadence of his heartbeat. I’m alone with Bruce is the foremost thought running in circles through his mind. I think I’m going to die is trying valiantly to keep up and make a showing, but it has fallen far behind.
When the limo stops and someone opens the door, Clark recognizes Alfred and realizes he hadn’t noticed or acknowledged the man when he climbed into the car.
“Thank you, Alfred. I’m sorry I didn’t say hello. How are you?” Clark is grateful to his mother for many things, among them the ability to fall back on good manners even when his brain refuses to engage in actual thought.
“Very well, sir. It’s a pleasure to see you, Master Kent. I trust you are well?”
“Oh, I’m fine, thank you. Will you be joining us for lunch?”
Bruce shares an indecipherable look with Alfred. “No, Clark. I think it will be easier to work everything out if it’s just the two of us.”
“Oh.” There goes any hope of rescue or at least a buffer. Briefly, he wonders if J’onn had anything to do with this little superhero tête-à-tête. But then Bruce strolls into the restaurant, and Clark follows him automatically.
Metropolis isn’t even Bruce Wayne’s town, but he is recognized immediately, nevertheless, and even without reservations, they are welcomed with a genuine smile and a reassuring absence of obsequiousness. When Bruce requests a private table, the host escorts them out back and along a small stone pathway to a lone table placed artistically in the midst of a rock garden. Clark’s eyes widen at the intimacy of the setting, and he struggles to control his breathing. It doesn’t help that Bruce is smiling rather obviously at the boy from Smallville who takes over Superman’s body at times like this.
“Relax, Clark. I promise not to make any improper advances. Not that you couldn’t easily prevent them if I tried. But I’m sure you’ll agree that it’s not exactly prudent to discuss League business in the middle of a newspaper office.”
Clark blinks a few times at the idea of improper advances before he can marshal his thoughts into some sort of cogency.
“Let’s forget the small talk and get right to it, shall we? What issues do you have with me?”
“Issues?” Stall, Clark’s mind shouts at him unhelpfully. Deny, deny, deny. It worked for Clinton. Sort of.
“Issues, Clark. Problems. Concerns, troubles, difficulties, anxieties…”
“I get it. And I don’t have any problems with you, Bruce.” He can practically see his own nose growing.
“Bullshit.” Bruce leans forward and breaches etiquette by leaning his elbows on the table. It’s not fair that he can look menacing in a relatively unthreatening situation such as this one. Even though he’s not in the suit, he’s all Batman. Clark doesn’t know where Superman is, but it’s not here. There is only Clark, and if he can’t handle Bruce, how the hell can anyone expect him to deal with Batman right now?
“So far, you haven’t let it affect your job performance, but it’s going to unless you tell me what is going on so we can figure out a way to clear the air. Now talk.”
In no way is Bruce dangling him off the roof of a building or holding him by his neck against a wall, but it feels like Clark’s one of Gotham’s criminals being interrogated by Batman. Intellectually, Clark knows Bruce can’t hurt him: Superman is invulnerable, and Clark has relied on this fact for years. On the other hand, Bruce knows about Kryptonite, and emotionally, Clark is a quivering mass hiding under the covers from the monster in the closet. Clark has no choice, now, but to obey Bruce. See, this is why he doesn’t lie to Batman.
“Okay. It’s just that… I’m… Well, I… You…you…intimidate me.” Good. That sounds better than ‘you scare me.’ And Bruce will still take it as a compliment.
There is a long moment in which Bruce simply stares at Clark, and then he starts to grin. And Clark knows that is not a good sign. Not a good sign at all. That grin is a very bad sign, indeed. Everyone in the League knows what a horrible portent it is when Batman grins.
“Clark.”
Still, it’s a very nice grin, Clark thinks abstractedly as he stops breathing altogether. It makes Bruce’s eyes look warmer than usual. There is almost a twinkle. Such a shame Bruce uses so beautiful an expression for evil.
“Clark. You know, our server will think something is a little off when he comes by and sees you not breathing. Most humans tend to require oxygen.”
Right. He can do that. Breathing is easy; it’s something Clark’s been doing for many years.
Bruce reaches out with his left hand, resting it on Clark’s wrist where it lies on the table. Clark’s eyes track the movement, and he finds himself fascinated by the sight of that hand and the way the heel of it touches the back of his own hand. He doesn’t notice when Bruce stops talking and takes a longer, closer look at Clark’s rapt gaze, carefully noting the fluttering of the pulse at Clark’s neck and the attractive flush on his cheeks.
“Clark.”
And there is something in Bruce’s voice that makes Clark raise his head and look Bruce in the eye.
“I don’t think that’s true at all.”
“You don’t think what’s true?” Clark leans unconsciously toward Bruce.
This smile is gentler and one Clark has never seen before. He would almost call it intimate. “You’re not intimidated by me.”
“I’m not?”
“No,” Bruce shakes his head slightly.
“Then why do I get like this around you?” Clark has to know. If it’s not fear he’s been experiencing, then what is it that makes his body go crazy and out of control around Bruce? If anyone would know, it would be Batman. So Clark trusts once again that the World’s Greatest Detective will solve this mystery for him.
But when the answer comes, it’s not in words. Bruce moves the hand not already touching Clark and slides it around to the back of Clark’s neck. Clark can’t look away from darkening blue eyes as Bruce moves slowly closer until their lips meet.
Clark drowns in sensation and realization. Oh. Yes. Of course. And then Clark’s free hand is tangled in Bruce’s elegant hair, and Clark isn’t the only one with an accelerated heart rate, ragged breathing, and problems with overheating. Bruce kisses like no one Clark’s ever known, and Clark’s mind goes almost entirely blank again, but he knows why, now, and wasn’t it considerate of Bruce to find them this table so far away from other people even at noon on a workday in Metropolis?
He thinks he knows what the rest of the League were laughing about at the last meeting, and he’s really glad the other Bats don’t scare him the same way Bruce does. It’s best not to think about Dick.
Bruce makes a sound suspiciously like a moan, and Clark’s mind closes down completely on one final thought: no one has ever terrified him the way Bruce has, and Clark is inexpressibly delighted at the knowledge that he frightens Bruce, too.
Superman scares Batman has a much nicer ring to it.
A/N: This started out as a small bit of interior monologue, but then it turned into a whole little person of a story. They grow up so fast, don’t they? Bruce really surprised me here. He showed up even when I didn’t intend for him to, and then he stole Clark away and kept talking, and the rest is history. Or my story. I’m still not sure if his interference helped or if he detracted from the initial idea. He’s surprisingly nice. What do you think?
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Date: 2007-06-24 11:04 pm (UTC)Great story, Kay. I liked being inside Clark's head and experiencing his confusion over his own feelings. I thought it was cute and funny...and strangely romantic to have Bruce show up, knowing what's wrong. I liked that part best of all. :)
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Date: 2007-06-25 03:16 am (UTC)And thank you for commenting; I'm such a comment slut.
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Date: 2007-06-25 04:58 am (UTC)"superman scares batman has a much nicer ring to it" - awesome line!
great work! :)
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Date: 2007-06-25 05:14 am (UTC)And I love your icon.
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Date: 2007-06-25 02:27 pm (UTC)Great story!
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Date: 2007-06-25 09:29 pm (UTC)Thank you for commenting. I am so glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2007-06-25 02:54 pm (UTC)And Clark is getting really tired of feeling like a carousel around Bruce. His head spins around and around, and his stomach goes up and down, and lights flash behind his eyes, and bells and whistles sound in his ears while some kind of addictive calliope music invades his every thought. All in all, it’s a rather unsettling sensation...
It's the careful understatement at the end of this rattling list that truly makes it hysterical.
I’m alone with Bruce is the foremost thought running in circles through his mind. I think I’m going to die is trying valiantly to keep up and make a showing, but it has fallen far behind.
There were lots of lines that made me giggle, but the combined chaos and lucidity here are intensely endearing.
Such a shame Bruce uses so beautiful an expression for evil.
Oh Clark. *falls over laughing hysterically* He's so overwhelmed! I want to wrap them both up and cuddle the hell out of them.
And the twist at the end and finding out Bruce has been just as rattled was delicious, just delicious.
He’s surprisingly nice. What do you think?
Well, I'm not exactly one to ask, as my Bruce-muse is predatory and sarcastic but always basically nice underneath it all. But I love the way you've written him here very much...he's very human even when he's being as deliberately intimidating as he can manage.
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Date: 2007-06-25 09:36 pm (UTC)And I love it when I can make people laugh with something I've written. That feels like such a gift, so it's great knowing you found it funny, too. Sometimes, I worry my sense of humour is not quite like other people's, so...
I couldn't leave the carousel comparison alone, so it's good to know that the contrast with Clark's comment after it works for you.
Also, thank you for your approval of Bruce in this. He came out a bit more gentle and understanding than I intended, but when you combine it with how much he actually does intimidate Clark as Batman, and I mean legitimate intimidation, then I think it balances out.
Thank you so much for your thoughtful and specific comments. They are very much appreciated. :)
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Date: 2007-06-25 09:42 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you liked my Bruce. Thank you so much for your kind words.
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Date: 2007-06-25 07:15 pm (UTC)Superman scares Batman has a much nicer ring to it.
*giggles a lot* This was a wonderful fic! :)
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Date: 2007-06-26 03:18 am (UTC)And yes, it is a good thing Bruce is a little more aware of what's going on. Otherwise, who knows how much time would have passed with Clark thinking he was afraid of him?
I like the last line, too. It wasn't even there until the last edit I did, but it fit right in.
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Date: 2007-06-25 09:52 pm (UTC)Great story! I really like your version of Bruce. He's still a bit manipulative, but a genuinely nice guy. Even if he does scare the be-jeezus out of Clark.
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Date: 2007-06-25 11:23 pm (UTC)I love your Bruce here. He's scary and sexy and, yeah, nice. But there's no law about Bruce not being nice! he's quirky and has a weird sense of humor, predatory behavior, paranoid -with good reason!- and overprotective, yeah, but he's a very good guy underneath it all. I think you wrote him great! his slow evil grins are sizzling hot!
And your Clark was all around adorable! I love his rambling trains of thought!
Thank you very much, Mr. I’m-so-perceptive-and-intuitive-that-I-think-you-should-try-to-scare-yourself-to-death Martian.
LOL, that's the best! The League know! and of course J'onn would give insightful and cryptic advice.
Relax, Clark. I promise not to make any improper advances. Not that you couldn’t easily prevent them if I tried.
I like that phrase! even though Clark feels so out of control, I like how Bruce knows he can't push Clark to do things he doesn't want to do. Makes Bruce look less scary and more like he's enjoying his theatrics :)
Everyone in the League knows what a horrible portent it is when Batman grins.
LMAO!! That bit had me laughing like crazy! horrible portent! LOL, oh Clark. I love it.
It’s best not to think about Dick.
Lol, true, true. I raised an eyebrow the first thing he mentioned only Dick scared him almost as much, lol. Better not to think about that, Clark! he's the son of the scary Bat!
no one has ever terrified him the way Bruce has, and Clark is inexpressibly delighted at the knowledge that he frightens Bruce, too.
This was icing on a delicious cake. I loved the ending of this, the reassurance that Clark is not the only one who doesn't know what to do with himself. I can just see Bruce asking around the League is someone has noticed Clark is acting strange and everyone giggling at him. Poor Bruce! they are so crazy and unhelpful! The kiss was really hot and rounded the piece wonderfully. I really enjoyed reading this, thank you for writing it and sharing it!!
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Date: 2007-06-26 03:29 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked Bruce, too. I agree that he doesn't have to be mean, even if he is complicated and intense and scary and paranoid and sexy and manipulative.
And I'm so pleased you enjoyed the ending. Like I said, initially, Bruce was nowhere in this fic, but he just showed up and wound up kissing Bruce. I'm thrilled that you think the kiss was hot, too. I can't write smut--I'm still trying--but this seemed to work.
Thank you so much for your detailed feedback; it means a lot to me.
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Date: 2007-06-26 05:43 pm (UTC)I loved how Clark was interpreting his reactions to Bruce as fear. Hey, I could see why as the Bat is very intimidating! Poor Clark! :)
I liked Bruce taking charge of the situation and Clark realizing the truth.
Also liked how Dick was in his thoughts, set apart from the rest of the Batfamily but close to Bruce in his reactions. That boy always gets around, doesn't he? ;) And for myself, who enjoys Clark/Dick, it was a nice little aside in this story.
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Date: 2007-06-26 06:48 pm (UTC)Yes, Clark/Dick did almost creep in there. It wasn't supposed to, but I think their basic personalities have a lot in common. Of course, Bruce wins out because...well, he's Bruce. And because opposites attract, don't you know? I heard that somewhere...
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Date: 2007-07-01 02:37 pm (UTC)I love the premise of this. I can totally see it happening that way too.
Everyone else figures it out except for them, or in this case Clark, leaving them, on in this case just Clark, to catch up.
Great job on this.
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Date: 2007-07-01 06:15 pm (UTC)He thinks he knows what the rest of the League were laughing about at the last meeting, and he’s really glad the other Bats don’t scare him the same way Bruce does. It’s best not to think about Dick.
*chuckle.*
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Date: 2007-07-06 02:56 am (UTC)Speaking of which, I love your icon. That's a nice icon. There weren't enough shirtless Clark scenes this season, and this near-shirtless moment was awesome even if it wasn't enough.
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Date: 2007-07-18 12:39 pm (UTC)I loved it the first time and laughed so hard at poor Clark, and this time is no different. I love how you took this bit of canon meta that Bruce indeed intimidates Clark to a certain extent and let it grow and mutate into this hilarious fic. I can't even begin to quote my favorite bits because I might as well repost the whole thing. I love your writing style and I can already see you're gonna be one of my favorite SuperBat writers.
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Date: 2007-07-18 02:44 pm (UTC)I really liked this one myself. It started with the line "Batman scares Superman" and then it was going to be a drabble, and then it turned into the longest fanfic I had yet written. Poor Clark just kept being all scared and oblivious. LOL
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Date: 2007-07-26 10:30 pm (UTC)May I have your permission ?
Date: 2008-09-01 02:15 pm (UTC)Looking forward to your reply.
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Date: 2008-09-09 08:14 pm (UTC)There are a number of reasons behind my decision, so I thank you again for your positive feedback, but please do not translate my story.
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