𝙲. 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝

Clark cups Bruce's face with both hands, kissing him softly.

"Are you sure?"

He was in no hurry, only worried about Bruce's well being.

"I love you."

The Flame

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Clark breathes a sigh of relief as Bruce puts his arms around his shoulders.

"I can understand that. I think we'll be fine"

They both had to feel each other out and learn about each other together.

"I don't feel wonderful when I make you sad.... or let you down."

Clark gently touches Bruce's cheek.

"I admit it wasn't the humor .I was just nervous. You're my first- male partner."

" Did I let you down too much? I don't want to be the one that makes you unhappy. Or puts sadness in your eyes. You deserve so much more ."

He always felt something was wrong with him. He felt alienated. He felt undeserving.

Clark didn't know what intimacy really was. he craved it though. Bruce had given him a taste, and now he wanted more.

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Clark's heart hurt for both of them after his misunderstanding of Bruce's joke.

He'd let Bruce down and now he didn't know if he could come back from it.

Clark had his own insecurities, especially over his sexuality.

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for you."

He studies Bruce's hazel eyes, that held more secrets than he could ever imagine.

He loves Bruce. In more ways than one.

"I want to make you happy."

to find a middle ground. I want you to feel safe enough to come to me for any reason."

Clark knew Bruce was a once in a lifetime... he didn't want to lose him over stupid miscommunication.

"I want to know how I can improve or make things better

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Clark steps closer, swallowing his pride and nervousness. His hand rests gently on Bruce's chest, over his heart.

"I know we have a lot of pain between us. I think we need

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warm, steady. Bruce doesn’t pull away.

“I’m asking you out.”

Clark says softly.

“Not because we already crossed that line. Not because we live together. But because I want to choose you again.”

The living room is full of memory. Their couch. The late nights. The intimacy they never really discussed and the distance that followed, careful and mutual and misunderstood.

He reaches out slowly, deliberately, giving Bruce time to stop him. His hand settles over Bruce’s wrist, fingers

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He turns, and there Bruce is in the doorway...already dressed, composed in that familiar, dangerous way. To anyone else, he looks unshakable. Clark sees the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes hesitate before settling on him.

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restraint, the way Bruce moves like he’s always bracing for something to go wrong.

Clark stands by the window, straightening his tie for the third time. His reflection looks too nervous for a man who’s faced down alien warlords and lived.

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Clark hears Bruce before he sees him.

The soft, measured step behind him—careful, deliberate. Living together has taught Clark more about Bruce Wayne than any newspaper or magazine ever could. The silence, the

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I'm not forcing you...

Maybe I can try to be my best for you again...

Would you like to go out?

Should we talk?

@a-silentguardian.bsky.social

Are you busy this evening?

Wait.

You slept with me and the only good thing you get out of it is....

Mmm... no.

... and then i met him.

Or both!

Don't say come to Jesus though...

I need science.

Come to think of it... we may need to try again. A few times.

You know. For science!

Thank you?

I think you're much better...

Y- you really thought so?

People? I guess.

You.

Who is...they?