[Sups/Bats]Everything was right again
Gee what is this...a...a fic?
Me? Writing? A fic? Something is wrong here...lol
Ok, enough self doubt. Here's my first fanfic written in English, just something short. It was inspired by a prompt from WFGE, which I drew an illustration for...oh, and unbeta-ed...so if there's anything that needs fixing, just tell me *u*
It took what seemed ages for the sliding door to open. On the platform behind the door was a giant floating ball of a bomb. It was cleverly disguised as a monument, which was a scale model of this planet. Just standing in front of it made Bruce feel small and helpless, but it didn’t mean he will show it. He turned to look at Superman, who was in the Solar Suit due to the Red Sun. Clark was already looking at him.
“It’s huge.” Superman commented on the obvious.
“I’ll see if I can defuse it, but I’ll need you to lift me up to the control box on the top.” Bruce said as he reached for the tools in his utility belt.
Before he knew it, he was in the hallway, dizzied by traveling under super speed.
“S-superman…”
It was the only thing he could squeeze out without vomiting. He leaned against the cold wall, barely able to see straight. Strong hands held him by his shoulders, warm and comforting.
“All we know is the timer already started,” Superman said with urgency, the full helmet muffled his voice a bit, “it could blow up any second.”
Oh no, you are not thinking about-
“I love you.”
The last syllable echoed in the empty hallway, he was gone.
Bruce gathered himself up and started running towards where the platform was, but soon realized he had no idea where Clark took him. He didn’t stop running though. He couldn’t let himself just…give up. Finally he came upon a window with a view of the platform. He came to a slow stop; hands put onto the glass like it could bring him closer to what was outside. He watched with amazement and fret as the colossal bomb was slowly pushed up towards the sky. In the shadowed side of the floating death machine, Bruce could make out a familiar figure. It was Superman, an ant against a mountain.
The bomb moved slowly at first, struggled to break free of the force that secured it in place. Once it broke free of the invisible chains, the giant ascended steadily. Soon, it was just a black dot against the bloody red sky.
Bruce was not aware, until his gloved hands started to hurt, that he was already pounding the thick glass window, murmuring grew to shouting:”Superman!”
”Clark!”
He shouted as time ticked away, calculations of the force of the explosion and the damage threshold of the Solar Suit ran through his head and colliding with each other…but no results. His brain couldn’t function.
Only twenty six seconds had passed, but it felt like hours. Then all of a sudden, as if a flower was blooming in the sky, the black dot bursted into a collection of blue, violet and green light. The shockwave traveled fast and hit hard on the city below. Bruce couldn’t look away from the explosion that marked the death of Superman, the hope of mankind. His hope and love and everything bright and-
The shockwave shattered the window and blew him unconscious.
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It took what seemed ages for the sliding door to open. In the room was a single bed, and Clark was sitting on it half naked. Bruce couldn’t belief it when Hawkgirl told him that Clark was not only alive, but also barely had a scratch on him. Now that Clark was right in front of him, everything just seemed even more surreal. He walked towards the bed, eyes fixed on the figure on it.
Clark seemed fine. His cheeks were pink from the warmth of the red sun outside the window, and his eyes beaming with happiness. He just sat there with the goofy smile, breath slow and steady. Bruce sat down on the edge of the bed, but kept some distance.
Clark noticed; his smile dimed a bit.
“Are you alright?” He leaned forward, one hand landed on Bruce’s shoulder. It was warm and comforting, like always.
Bruce attempted to smile, but only switched the corner of his lips.
Clark smiled; his hand grew firmer on Bruce’s shoulder:”Hey, I’m fine.”
Bruce looked up into Clark’s eyes and saw the warmth, the happiness…the life. He slowly leaned in with one hand on the other man’s warm cheek.
Clark thought he was going to kiss him, but instead Bruce hugged him. He never felt a hug like this before. Without his powers, he could feel the full force of Bruce hugging him like he was trying to squeeze the life out of him. Or could it be trying to give his own life to Clark? The Man of Steel was too busy returning the full hearted embrace to mind things like that. Bruce felt the strong arms around him, and suddenly the things he lost when he thought Clark was dead came back to him like the warmth radiating through his body.
Everything was right again.
Me? Writing? A fic? Something is wrong here...lol
Ok, enough self doubt. Here's my first fanfic written in English, just something short. It was inspired by a prompt from WFGE, which I drew an illustration for...oh, and unbeta-ed...so if there's anything that needs fixing, just tell me *u*
It took what seemed ages for the sliding door to open. On the platform behind the door was a giant floating ball of a bomb. It was cleverly disguised as a monument, which was a scale model of this planet. Just standing in front of it made Bruce feel small and helpless, but it didn’t mean he will show it. He turned to look at Superman, who was in the Solar Suit due to the Red Sun. Clark was already looking at him.
“It’s huge.” Superman commented on the obvious.
“I’ll see if I can defuse it, but I’ll need you to lift me up to the control box on the top.” Bruce said as he reached for the tools in his utility belt.
Before he knew it, he was in the hallway, dizzied by traveling under super speed.
“S-superman…”
It was the only thing he could squeeze out without vomiting. He leaned against the cold wall, barely able to see straight. Strong hands held him by his shoulders, warm and comforting.
“All we know is the timer already started,” Superman said with urgency, the full helmet muffled his voice a bit, “it could blow up any second.”
Oh no, you are not thinking about-
“I love you.”
The last syllable echoed in the empty hallway, he was gone.
Bruce gathered himself up and started running towards where the platform was, but soon realized he had no idea where Clark took him. He didn’t stop running though. He couldn’t let himself just…give up. Finally he came upon a window with a view of the platform. He came to a slow stop; hands put onto the glass like it could bring him closer to what was outside. He watched with amazement and fret as the colossal bomb was slowly pushed up towards the sky. In the shadowed side of the floating death machine, Bruce could make out a familiar figure. It was Superman, an ant against a mountain.
The bomb moved slowly at first, struggled to break free of the force that secured it in place. Once it broke free of the invisible chains, the giant ascended steadily. Soon, it was just a black dot against the bloody red sky.
Bruce was not aware, until his gloved hands started to hurt, that he was already pounding the thick glass window, murmuring grew to shouting:”Superman!”
”Clark!”
He shouted as time ticked away, calculations of the force of the explosion and the damage threshold of the Solar Suit ran through his head and colliding with each other…but no results. His brain couldn’t function.
Only twenty six seconds had passed, but it felt like hours. Then all of a sudden, as if a flower was blooming in the sky, the black dot bursted into a collection of blue, violet and green light. The shockwave traveled fast and hit hard on the city below. Bruce couldn’t look away from the explosion that marked the death of Superman, the hope of mankind. His hope and love and everything bright and-
The shockwave shattered the window and blew him unconscious.
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It took what seemed ages for the sliding door to open. In the room was a single bed, and Clark was sitting on it half naked. Bruce couldn’t belief it when Hawkgirl told him that Clark was not only alive, but also barely had a scratch on him. Now that Clark was right in front of him, everything just seemed even more surreal. He walked towards the bed, eyes fixed on the figure on it.
Clark seemed fine. His cheeks were pink from the warmth of the red sun outside the window, and his eyes beaming with happiness. He just sat there with the goofy smile, breath slow and steady. Bruce sat down on the edge of the bed, but kept some distance.
Clark noticed; his smile dimed a bit.
“Are you alright?” He leaned forward, one hand landed on Bruce’s shoulder. It was warm and comforting, like always.
Bruce attempted to smile, but only switched the corner of his lips.
Clark smiled; his hand grew firmer on Bruce’s shoulder:”Hey, I’m fine.”
Bruce looked up into Clark’s eyes and saw the warmth, the happiness…the life. He slowly leaned in with one hand on the other man’s warm cheek.
Clark thought he was going to kiss him, but instead Bruce hugged him. He never felt a hug like this before. Without his powers, he could feel the full force of Bruce hugging him like he was trying to squeeze the life out of him. Or could it be trying to give his own life to Clark? The Man of Steel was too busy returning the full hearted embrace to mind things like that. Bruce felt the strong arms around him, and suddenly the things he lost when he thought Clark was dead came back to him like the warmth radiating through his body.
Everything was right again.