Ficlet: Just a Normal, Cozy Winter Night | DCU | Clark/Bruce | PG | 1/1
Title: Just a Normal, Cozy Winter Night
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne
Rating: PG
Word Count: 524
Prompt: For dcu_freeforall: Snow/Ice/Frost; For the DCU Free For All 2011 Winter Holidays Challenge: Bundled Up, Hot Cocoa
Summary: Bruce isn't pleased with the turn the weather's taken. Clark thinks Bruce needs to take a night off.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Written while it was snowing yesterday, just because. :)
Just a Normal, Cozy Winter Night
With the holiday season having come and gone, it should have been a no-brainer to get back into the swing of things, the daily routines and schedules of everyday life, all that jazz. It should’ve been easy to go from the holiday madness to January’s monotony.
The weather, however, had other ideas. To say that Bruce was disgruntled would’ve been an understatement.
“I thought it was supposed to stop snowing two hours ago,” he grumbled as he watched the fluffy flakes descending gracefully from the Gotham sky, his arms crossed over his chest as he stood in front of the picture window behind his desk in the study. “How’s Batman supposed to patrol in … in this?”
Clark laughed gently from his place on the sofa next to the warmth of the fireplace, the pages of today’s Gotham Gazette crinkling in his hands. “You know, as much as you fuss about crime never sleeping, some weather really doesn’t permit much of it to happen. I’m sure GCPD can handle anything dire tonight.”
Turning from the window, Bruce scowled halfheartedly. “Shouldn’t you be out clearing off the highways or something?”
“Hardly. That’s what the good people of the Department of Transportation are paid for. But don’t worry. If something serious should come up, you know I’ll be out there.”
Bruce hummed in reluctant agreement, remembering many incidents over the years where Clark had had to rush off to prevent major power outages across the northeast during storms. Snowfall was one thing, but ice was a wholly different animal.
Thankfully, it didn’t look like there would be much ice with this storm. Just lots and lots of powdery snow. Glancing back out the window, he took in the view of the gardens, the shrubs and planter boxes slowly disappearing beneath white drifts. Even the benches and statuary looked to be in danger of burial beneath the snow sometime soon.
He couldn’t deny that it looked peaceful. The snow fell quietly, drifting lazily, in no particular hurry, sticking wherever it could, hiding the human world and all its flaws. For a moment, he even imagined that the seedier parts of Gotham probably looked clean and pure under the blanket of white perfection.
Maybe he could take a night off, if the snow continued.
Turning again from the window, he rounded his desk to join Clark by the fire, the heat from the crackling flames warming him up instantly. “I could use some hot cocoa,” he suggested, watching carefully for Clark’s reaction.
A smile broke out over his lover’s face at that, the sun coming out in the midst of the snowfall, and Clark laughed again, setting down the newspaper before standing and offering Bruce his hand. “Sounds perfect. And afterward, we’ll change into our pajamas, curl up with a blanket by the fire, and forget that crime and crises exist for a while. We’ll have a normal, cozy winter night, for once. What do you think?”
Bruce allowed himself a small smile in return as he stood, already looking forward to that delicious hot cocoa, his lover’s warmth beside him beneath Clark’s favorite afghan, and a good book in his hands. “Count me in.”
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Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne
Rating: PG
Word Count: 524
Prompt: For dcu_freeforall: Snow/Ice/Frost; For the DCU Free For All 2011 Winter Holidays Challenge: Bundled Up, Hot Cocoa
Summary: Bruce isn't pleased with the turn the weather's taken. Clark thinks Bruce needs to take a night off.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Written while it was snowing yesterday, just because. :)
Just a Normal, Cozy Winter Night
With the holiday season having come and gone, it should have been a no-brainer to get back into the swing of things, the daily routines and schedules of everyday life, all that jazz. It should’ve been easy to go from the holiday madness to January’s monotony.
The weather, however, had other ideas. To say that Bruce was disgruntled would’ve been an understatement.
“I thought it was supposed to stop snowing two hours ago,” he grumbled as he watched the fluffy flakes descending gracefully from the Gotham sky, his arms crossed over his chest as he stood in front of the picture window behind his desk in the study. “How’s Batman supposed to patrol in … in this?”
Clark laughed gently from his place on the sofa next to the warmth of the fireplace, the pages of today’s Gotham Gazette crinkling in his hands. “You know, as much as you fuss about crime never sleeping, some weather really doesn’t permit much of it to happen. I’m sure GCPD can handle anything dire tonight.”
Turning from the window, Bruce scowled halfheartedly. “Shouldn’t you be out clearing off the highways or something?”
“Hardly. That’s what the good people of the Department of Transportation are paid for. But don’t worry. If something serious should come up, you know I’ll be out there.”
Bruce hummed in reluctant agreement, remembering many incidents over the years where Clark had had to rush off to prevent major power outages across the northeast during storms. Snowfall was one thing, but ice was a wholly different animal.
Thankfully, it didn’t look like there would be much ice with this storm. Just lots and lots of powdery snow. Glancing back out the window, he took in the view of the gardens, the shrubs and planter boxes slowly disappearing beneath white drifts. Even the benches and statuary looked to be in danger of burial beneath the snow sometime soon.
He couldn’t deny that it looked peaceful. The snow fell quietly, drifting lazily, in no particular hurry, sticking wherever it could, hiding the human world and all its flaws. For a moment, he even imagined that the seedier parts of Gotham probably looked clean and pure under the blanket of white perfection.
Maybe he could take a night off, if the snow continued.
Turning again from the window, he rounded his desk to join Clark by the fire, the heat from the crackling flames warming him up instantly. “I could use some hot cocoa,” he suggested, watching carefully for Clark’s reaction.
A smile broke out over his lover’s face at that, the sun coming out in the midst of the snowfall, and Clark laughed again, setting down the newspaper before standing and offering Bruce his hand. “Sounds perfect. And afterward, we’ll change into our pajamas, curl up with a blanket by the fire, and forget that crime and crises exist for a while. We’ll have a normal, cozy winter night, for once. What do you think?”
Bruce allowed himself a small smile in return as he stood, already looking forward to that delicious hot cocoa, his lover’s warmth beside him beneath Clark’s favorite afghan, and a good book in his hands. “Count me in.”
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