Ficlet: A Proper Thank You | DCU | Clark/Bruce | PG | 1/1
Title: A Proper Thank You
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Rating: PG
Word Count: 356
Prompt: for the DCU FFA: blue kryptonite
Summary: Healed up from being hit by a red K blast, Clark and Bruce have a talk. Sequel to As Long as I have You.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
A Proper Thank You
Lying under the bright sunlamp in the medical bay of the Cave, Clark fidgeted as he waited for Bruce to come back with the proper equipment to scan him with. He could feel the photons working their way into his skin through what was left of his suit, healing him from the inside out, but it suddenly didn't feel so charging as it always had been. Not after his exposure to that blue crystalline chip Bruce had pulled from his belt after Clark had been hit by that red K blast in the midst of the battle. Somehow, the healing he'd experienced during that exposure had been completely unexpected. He'd thought... he wasn't sure what he'd thought, but it hadn't been this. The blue kryptonite had healed wounds that even sunlight wouldn't have been able to touch for hours, at least. He was simply... in awe of it.
Stepping up to the platform with a hand-held device clutched in tight fingers, cape and cowl now completely discarded, Bruce asked, "How are you feeling? Still better?"
"Yes," Clark smiled softly.
"Good. That means the effects haven't worn off. It's permanent healing," the Bat explained, focused on the readout on the tiny screen in his hands.
For a moment, Clark was confused. "You mean... the damage might have returned?"
Bruce's brief look up at him told him everything. "There was a minuscule chance of that outcome."
"How minuscule?"
"Point zero zero three percent."
An involuntary laugh escaped Clark at that, relief coursing through him just as sure as the photons working on him. "Next to impossible, then," he smiled up at his Bat, before laying a hand on his forearm. "Bruce... you're almost too cautious, you know?"
"Not with you, I'm not." The look Bruce gave him was hot, dark, some inexplicable combination of fear, love, and lust. Clark's insides turned somersaults at it.
"So, am I cleared?"
Bruce studied his hand held scanner again, then declared, "Definitely," a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Good."
And with a gust of wind, Clark swept his lover up to their bedroom. He had some spare energy to work off, and a Bat to thank more properly.
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Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Rating: PG
Word Count: 356
Prompt: for the DCU FFA: blue kryptonite
Summary: Healed up from being hit by a red K blast, Clark and Bruce have a talk. Sequel to As Long as I have You.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
A Proper Thank You
Lying under the bright sunlamp in the medical bay of the Cave, Clark fidgeted as he waited for Bruce to come back with the proper equipment to scan him with. He could feel the photons working their way into his skin through what was left of his suit, healing him from the inside out, but it suddenly didn't feel so charging as it always had been. Not after his exposure to that blue crystalline chip Bruce had pulled from his belt after Clark had been hit by that red K blast in the midst of the battle. Somehow, the healing he'd experienced during that exposure had been completely unexpected. He'd thought... he wasn't sure what he'd thought, but it hadn't been this. The blue kryptonite had healed wounds that even sunlight wouldn't have been able to touch for hours, at least. He was simply... in awe of it.
Stepping up to the platform with a hand-held device clutched in tight fingers, cape and cowl now completely discarded, Bruce asked, "How are you feeling? Still better?"
"Yes," Clark smiled softly.
"Good. That means the effects haven't worn off. It's permanent healing," the Bat explained, focused on the readout on the tiny screen in his hands.
For a moment, Clark was confused. "You mean... the damage might have returned?"
Bruce's brief look up at him told him everything. "There was a minuscule chance of that outcome."
"How minuscule?"
"Point zero zero three percent."
An involuntary laugh escaped Clark at that, relief coursing through him just as sure as the photons working on him. "Next to impossible, then," he smiled up at his Bat, before laying a hand on his forearm. "Bruce... you're almost too cautious, you know?"
"Not with you, I'm not." The look Bruce gave him was hot, dark, some inexplicable combination of fear, love, and lust. Clark's insides turned somersaults at it.
"So, am I cleared?"
Bruce studied his hand held scanner again, then declared, "Definitely," a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Good."
And with a gust of wind, Clark swept his lover up to their bedroom. He had some spare energy to work off, and a Bat to thank more properly.
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