A short story I made for Superman/Batman pairing. Sort of a musing, barely a story. Just the late night ramblings of a superhero. First time writing this pairing. Not explicit at all. There should be a warning for how unsexy this is. Anyway, it's 1 in the morning so it just something that suddenly hit me. Named for Te Amo by Rihanna. Why? No reason, I felt like it. Sorry it's been so long. Updating my other stories feel so forced ya know. I wanna keep writing just like this. Easy flow. I guess I found my niche? Anywho, enjoy the story
Batman, Superman, and any other characters or franchises associated do no belong to me, nor am I making money off this.
~NsDb
Te Amo
Bruce Wayne was having a staring contest with the clock. It glared an angry, digital red; but only because it kept losing. Every time he won a match, the clock would reluctantly change, as if keeping score. When he had started it had been 12:32 and now it was 4:48. Damn he was good.
He rubbed his eyes. He couldn't sleep. But he was used to that. He never really slept when Clark stayed over. The blankets shifted lazily as Clark turned over in his sleep; almost as if he could hear what Bruce was thinking. And Bruce wouldn't have been surprised. With super strength, flight, and super-speed, surely it was not beyond the scope of Superman's powers to read minds.
Maybe, maybe not.
Clark was just about the strongest person he knew. Power wise of course. Strongest in the world; strongest in several worlds, actually. He should have felt safe enough to sleep, here, in his own bed, with a top-notch security system, a boatload of weapons in his basement, and his amazingly powerful boyfriend lying next to him. But he didn't. 4:52. He sighed; too late to sleep, too early to patrol.
Anyone with half a brain cell would have easily seen that his sleeping problems started with Clark. Well duh, he knew that. He wasn't stupid, he was quite intelligent in fact. He knew what the problem was; just not why the problem was. Then the idiot with half a brain cell would scream: trust issues! In fact, a lot of people said that. And this is where Bruce would have to disagree with this person.
He didn't have trust issues. The idiot would whisper: denial. But no, none of that either. He trusted plenty of people. He trusted Alfred, Dick, maybe even the Justice League. 'What about Clark?', some strangely sentimental part of him(which sounded eerily like Dick) urged. Did he trust him?
No you don't.
Yes I do, he replied fiercely. The fact that he was technically having an argument with himself doesn't actually bother him, not like it's the first time it's happened.
No you don't. You can't sleep around him.
I'm not used to sleeping with another person in my bed.
You don't even tell him you can't sleep around him.
What's telling him going to solve?
You keep secrets.
So does everyone.
You keep kryptonite.
He stops at that one. There's no way to get around that. He does keep kryptonite. It's locked up tight in a lead box hidden in the batcave where Clark will never find it. He knows his lover would be sad and probably hurt if he knew Bruce kept kryptonite. And while the thought made him guilty, he probably wouldn't get rid of it.
Because you don't trust him.
He ignored himself. Maybe he didn't completely trust Clark. But that didn't mean he didn't trust him at all, or enjoy his company, or appreciate him, or l-l-l…
…care about him.
It just meant he would never tell him.
Hope you enjoyed it. Pls review on your way out. I'm really have not cemented my writing style and would love some feedback so I can know what I'm doing right or wrong. Any and everything appreciated. Love you guys. Chu!
~NsDb