Notes:

So this assumes an established relationship between Felicity and Bruce and begins around the same time as a certain DCEU film. Because Bruce needs a reason to want to go after Clark.


"How was the board meeting?" Bruce asked as he drove to the Metropolis office. Felicity sighed heavily.

"Let's just say I can't wait to get home and have you help me relax." She said, her voice warm and drained.

"Wine and massage." Bruce said.

"And bubble bath Mr. Wayne." Felicity said. "You and me in a bath with bubbles and wine." She paused and her voice dropped to a whisper. "I need to talk to you about something."

Bruce flexed his fingers on the steering wheel and sped up slightly, wanting to get to the building faster. "I'll be there soon, Mrs. Wayne." He replied. Outside the glossy Metropolis glass covered buildings went past. He was only 6 blocks away when it happened. He turned a corner and almost slammed into a stopped car. "Asshole." He growled.

"What is it?" Felicity asked. He shook his head, looking ahead of him. Something was very wrong.

"A bunch of cars are stopped in the street." He said. People were getting out and looking at the sky. Bruce took his phone off speaker and stepped out, turning to try and see what they were seeing. What he saw made his blood run cold. "Felicity where are you?"

"I just got to the building lobby, why?" She'd picked up on his fear, though he'd tried to hide it. He gulped as he looked up at the giant alien ship descending in the sky. A beam shot down from the ship, hitting ground and the entire city was rocked by a tremor. He fell to his feet and his phone was knocked out of his hand. He heard Felicity scream.

"BRUCE."

He stood and grabbed it. "Get to somewhere safe, I'm coming for you." He looked at the street. It was useless for him to drive. Even now people were abandoning their cars and running through the streets. He ran in the direction of the Wayne building. Only 6 blocks, he thought to himself, grateful that even though he'd hung up the cowl, he hadn't stopped training. More tremors and soon he was fighting the ground shaking, rising and falling beneath his feet. An object zoomed over his head. He fell to his knees, looking up. Above him, flying were...he squinted to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. Two men. Flying, fighting and shooting beams out of their eyes. The beams hit buildings, causing them to fall. He watched in horror as they flew straight into the Wayne Enterprises building.

"NO." He shouted, getting to his feet and running as fast as he could, ignoring the burning in his limbs and lungs as he inhaled the dust from the destruction around him. "Felicity."

"I'm here." She sounded scared, but was trying to put on a brave face. "Not my first earthquake."

He gritted his teeth. He'd promised they were done with this type of life. With danger and uncertainty. But who could have predicted that aliens would use their planet as a battleground? People ran by him, rushing in every direction. He'd just made it to the Wayne building when a large section of it fell.

It was if he was under water. All sounds were muffled, all the people ran by him, he barely noticed any of it. He couldn't breathe. Letting out a howl of despair, he ran forward. His eyes watered as dust enveloped him. "Felicity." He called out. "Felicity."

He squinted through the dust. There was a pounding in his head and a high pitched noise that was ringing in his eardrums. He needed to find her. The lobby was destroyed. She was here, she said she was here, so she had to be here. He began digging through the rubble. There was only one thought in his head. "Find Felicity."

"Bruce." The voice was faint, but he stopped his movement. He was digging in the wrong place.

"Felicity, where are you?" He asked.

"Here." She was fading.

"I'm coming. I'll find you." He said moving aside the pieces of the building. There was a flash of pink under the rubble. Dusty and...he swallowed in horror. Blood. That was blood. He quickly but carefully pulled the pieces of concrete off of her. She coughed, looking up at him.

"I hope you have insurance." She murmured.

"Shhh." He said, picking her up. "Don't talk. I'll get you to a hospital." The only one he knew was 8 blocks away. He had to get there. "Hang on, baby." He said, getting up. "You'll be okay."

By the time he got to the hospital her eyes were closed. By some miracle, it had not been hit by the alien fighters.

"My wife needs help." He shouted. The hospital was understaffed and everyone was working trying to help the injured.

A nurse ran over, checking her pulse and examining her injuries.

"Save her." He begged.


Felicity blinked her eyes open. She couldn't move. Every one of her nerves screamed in protest as she tried to look around. She was in a hospital bed, but the shades had been drawn. She glanced down. There were bandages, needles and other scary things attached to her. And Bruce. Bruce had pulled a chair next to her bed and was asleep, his hand clutching hers. He'd clearly been there a while; he was sporting stubble and his hair was covered in dust. There was more on his shirt and...blood...hers, judging by the amount of bandages she was currently wearing.

She tried to move her hand, grimacing as every muscle in her arm felt as though she was on fire. He gripped her hand tighter, not wanting to let go. He opened his eyes, looking at her. She lifted her hand and put it on his head. "You're all gray." She croaked, her throat raw and dry.

A look of relief spread across his face and he pressed her hand against his lips. "I was so scared I'd lost you." he murmured.

"Never." She promised.

"I'll hold you to that." He said.

"How bad is it?" She asked. Bruce got up and called for a nurse. Sitting back down, he took her hand again. Taking a breath he began listing injuries.

"Minor concussion, fractured left femur, 3 cracked ribs, 1 dislocated vertebrae and a large amount of small lacerations." He closed his eyes.

"What happened?" She asked.

He hesitated. "This is going to sound insane." He said. "But...aliens destroyed a large part of Metropolis."

Felicity gaped at him. "I think I'm feeling that concussion." She mumbled.

Bruce smiled. "I'd think it was crazy too, but I saw it happen." He pushed a strand of hair from her face, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. "God you're beautiful."

Felicity let out a dry croak as a nurse came in. "I'm sure that's not true."

"It is." He replied. "Seeing you alive and well is the most beautiful thing in the world."

"Sir." The nurse said. "We're going to need you to leave. Now that she's awake you're going to have to adhere to..." She gulped as Bruce shot her a glare. "Regular...visiting...hours." She took a step back.

"Bruce." Felicity said, squeezing his fingers. He ignored her.

"I'm not leaving." He growled. Felicity shut her eyes. The poor woman had no idea who she was dealing with.

"She needs her rest." She tried. "It's hospital policy."

"I'll handle it." Felicity said, giving her a small grimace. "My husband's a bit...protective. Can I have some water?"

The nurse nodded and picked up Felicity's chart. "I'll just...go find a doctor." She fled. Felicity turned to look at Bruce.

"Come closer." She said. Bruce moved his chair up, leaning in. Felicity batted his face. It didn't have much force to it, but Bruce pressed a hand to his cheek in indignation. "Shame on you." She grumbled. "For terrorizing a poor woman who's only trying to do her job."

"She had to know there was no room for negotiation." He said. "And wait until you've healed to hit me again."

She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. "You should go home and get some sleep." She murmured, feeling her energy drain.

"I don't need it." He said. "And I'll go home when you do."