superbat fic where theyre trying to wrangle everyones busy schedule? jl meetings, galas, someones birthday dinner, someones recital, theres a lot to account for lol
Oh anon, you know this is my favourite trope for superbat! <3 Thank you for the ask and sorry it took a while, but here it is. And I really let myself go, didn't count the words but it's way more than 100.
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"Tonight?"
"I can't, Damian's teacher wants to speak to me. Again." Bruce sighed and flicked through the calendar on his phone. Almost every day was completely filled with appointments, meetings, league meetings, monitor duty, patrol time. Hmm... "How about Saturday morning?"
"I go running with Lois, you know that. And you probably won't be awake, anyway."
"You could just... start without me."
"Bruce!" The people at the table next to them looked up. Clark shut his mouth and sat back, embarrassed. Bruce went back to his phone. Clark still carried around a paper agenda, for some reason, and flicked through that.
"Saturday evening is Cass' ballet recital...."
"We definitely can't miss that," Clark confirmed. Bruce shook his head in agreement.
"Sunday you've got the annual Zenith Awards and Gala. Hmm."
Clark groaned. "I wouldn’t mind missing that one. Or sneak out during. I don't need to hear Luthor talk all evening."
"As one of the nominees? Clark, no. I'll be there to cheer you on, and protect you from the big bad Lex by talking over him."
Clark chuckled. "You're the best." His face lit up. "Oh. So after, we could sneak out together..."
"Won't do. It'll be too late by then.” He lowered his voice. “and I'll have to go straight to patrol."
"And Monday I've got a late monitor shift. Tuesday Dick's coming over for dinner, Wednesday..."
"Board meeting, you know that."
Clark nodded. "Right. Thursday I promised to help Jon... up north," he said, indicating the direction of the fortress with his eyebrows. He sat back, defeated, staring at his agenda. "So that's it, no time at all this week? Not even a little gap somewhere? I can be quick."
"And that's not always a good thing, Kent." Clark almost choked on his coffee. If he could. "And this is not even counting any..." Bruce looked over at the other table, lowered his volume so only Clark could hear. "Any of the unexpected things we deal with." Clark nodded solemnly, and leaned over the table closer to Bruce. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Supervillains could visit, or break out, or natural disasters could occur. They were used to dropping everything at a moment's notice when they were needed. It was the rest of their lives that were so busy.
"This was to be expected with four full-time jobs and 9 children between us," Bruce concluded, leaning over the table as well, meeting Clark halfway to put his glasses back on his face.
"I can't believe it's come to this already. We have to plan our sex time."
"If you call it sex time again, we might not have to plan it at all anymore, Clark."
Clark couldn't hold back a laugh at that. He brushed some hair out of Bruce's face. His mouth was curved in a genuine smile, a smirk he usually only saw in the bedroom. He still couldn't believe they had finally gotten together, and he was so happy with Bruce in his life, but it was hard sometimes, to keep meeting halfway and around their schedules, between battles and fights and missions, and daily life.
Bruce perked up suddenly, eyes opening wide. "Clark," he said. "What are we doing?"
Clark frowned. "A date? Just two regular guys on a date?"
"And what could we be doing."
A lightbulb came on in Clark's head, but he wasn't convinced yet. "Hey, a date is important too. I don't want our relationship to only consist of quickies in the broom closet."
"I agree," Bruce said hastily, and it warmed Clark's heart. "But we just established that you won't get any of me for at least a week, so I choose sex. Right now. We still have an hour." He stared intently into Clark’s eyes.
"Okay." Clark took a sip of the coffee that they were about to abandon, and held up one finger. "But only if you stay in bed with me after."
“Fine,” Bruce grumbled, but the skip in his heartbeat was unmistakable.
Bruce paid for their coffees quickly, while Clark waited with his jacket by the door. As they left the little café, he could hear the couple that had sat next to them talking over their food.
“Ahh, young love,” the woman mused.
“Dear, those guys were at least in their forties.”
“You have no sense of romance, Derrick.”
Clark smiled, jogging after Bruce into the alleyway to take him home.
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Devotion
Clark/Bruce, 3.6k words, explicit
It happened again, I tried to write something serious and porn came out. This is for passing 1500 followers. Thank you all so much for sticking with me even though I haven't been very active lately!
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"C-clark."
"That's it, baby," Clark pauses, making Bruce realize he has just groaned loudly into the sweaty pillow he’s been holding on to. A hand in his hair pulls him from his descent into a blissful un-presence where he can detach feeling from sound and feel nothing but his own pleasure. A state that he normally craves so much, but not right now, not with Clark. He wants to be fully present for Clark, and for their first time.
Bruce had shown up only hours prior, on Clark’s doorstep at exactly the agreed-upon time, holding a bottle of wine and an air of normalcy that was largely foreign to both of them. Clark let him taste the pasta he was cooking from a wooden spoon, his other hand coming up close to catch any spillage that might fall so as not to dirty his floor, his eyes sparkling with pleasure for Bruce. A table set simply and for two - one fork, one knife for each plate - sat by Clark's window overlooking the Metropolis skyline and the street below, where children played in the last light of the day. It was a painfully mundane and white-collar date night that Bruce has never had the luxury of experiencing before. It was exhilarating.
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