This was inspired by SuaveBastard's art here: http: / suave bastard. live journal. com/ 7626. html I hope I captured even half of the urgency and story that can be found there.

Disclaimer: Hinted established Bruce/Clark.


"I said let go of me!"

Bruce's voice echoed throughout the cave as he struggled with his captor. "He's still out there and you're letting him escape."

Clark sighed and leaned down, adding slightly more body weight on top of Bruce. "Bruce, you're not well enough to go back. If Scarecrow stays out, he stays out, but you're staying here."

"I need to get...out..." Clark increased the weight again.

"I don't want to hurt you, Bruce," he said, "so please, just calm down. Alfred will be here with the antidote and then you'll be–"

Bruce squirmed and kicked, bucked and thrashed. He spotted his utility belt laying to his right and fought to grab for a pocket, hoping for something, anything, that could get him free. Clark added more pressure around his wrists, stopping their movement.

"Bruce, you're going to hurt yourself. Just calm–"

"No!"

Bruce doubled his struggling when he saw Alfred come near with a syringe. Clark gave Alfred an apologetic look before looking back to Bruce.

"Bruce. Bruce, look at me. Look at me. Just focus on my eyes. Focus, Bruce. Focus."

Although he kept moving, Bruce had slowed down (Most likely due to exhaustion, Clark thought), just twitching a muscle here and there in a poor attempt to free himself. He kept his gaze focused on Clark, glaring angrily into his eyes and making Clark feel slightly relieved that he was the one with heat vision.

Clark kept talking to Bruce, whispering comfort and consoling words as Alfred gave Bruce the injection. Bruce gave a last half-willed struggle and slowly relaxed, heart beating wildly, breathing harshly, but calm at last. Clark bent down and softly kissed along his face, easing his grip on Bruce.

And, although Bruce would never admit it, somewhere in the back of his mind he was glad Clark was there to stop him, if for no other reason than the lovely things that happened afterward.