A/N; The reviews and stuff for the first chapter were brilliant, thank you guys so much. You have no idea how much it means. This chapter again was written while slightly tipsy and it feels weaker than the first, but I'm building up. I may incorporate some purely CK/LL or BMWW later on, with Bats and Supes bits within the same chapters later, if that sounds good to anyone? I love you guys.

Two weeks after the meditation session;

It was the first mission in a while Clark and Bruce had been on alone, and together, they had come up against Giganta and Scarecrow, it had taken less than five minutes to difuse the situation and the javelin flight back to the watchtower was comfortably quiet for Bruce, but apparently, not for Clark.

"Diana's worried about you." Clarks tone was obviously testing the waters, it was coming up on the five year anniversary of Jason Todd's death. Clark always felt concerned for Bruce during this time of year, but tonight was different, he played the Diana card to get Batman to open up, it worked, somewhat.

"She has no need to worry. I'm fine." Bruce was aware of his tactic, he wasn't annoyed or offended. If he had been Kent, he would have applied a much more brutal tactic to open him up.

"Well maybe she should hear that from you. She's constantly asking about you, even if it is in subtle remarks and gestures." Clark was appealing to Bruce, rather Batman. Bruce would reply quickly and tactfully, he just hoped he could get him to reply without bringing the Bat into it.

"Clark you know its not that simple betwe-" Bruce didn't get to finish, Clark had taken enough crap from Bruce about women and he was tired of hearing his excuse for not acknowleding the feelings between the two of them. "No Bruce, it is that simple. You've dated several, far more weak and emotionally challenged women other than Diana. She dated Steve, it didn't work. Mainly because she can't help but have feelings for you. Simple as that."

Bruce grunted, sighed and pulled back his cowl. Watching as Superman's eyes narrowed, his fingers hitting the autopilot for the 15 minute journey to watchtower, he then swivelled the chair to face Bruce, ruffling his hair slightly. They were back to Bruce and Clark, not Batman and Superman, an equal playing ground for both.

"Clark, she's nothing like my world. She's like you. A beacon of hope and light, something this world should aspire too. I'm the darkness, the force the world needs to forget and fear, push itself out of." Clark was quick to respond, Bruce's argument were all based on the Batman, not Bruce Wayne. "Bruce, Batman is a force of good and light just as we are, you can't deny that." His shoulders slumped and his eyes lost a little light, dancing to the side and back to Bruce as he tried to find the words. "I can't describe it. I can't, but something between you and Diana is special. She admires you're prowess as a warrior, true, but she's mad for the person under that. Why do you think she enquires about your foundations? About your inventions? She asks because those are what Bruce Wayne cares about, not Batman. You're fighting against something that has no downside."

Bruce would've walked away, if he had anywhere to go. He'd taught Clark stragety well, he had him confined and forced to answer his questions. "I'm damaged goods Clark. I always was. I'll drag her down, I'll show her a side to this world she already hates." His voice remained strong, turning his gaze and chair to the window of the javelin as Clark prepared his response.

"She already knows. About you, about everything. She researched Bruce Wayne the moment she discovered who you really were." Bruce cringed, not in a way anyone but Clark would notice. He had the slightest twitch in his right arm muscle when something bothered him. Clark could only see it when he looked for it. A task only accomplished by his incredible eyesight. "When Jason died I had to convince her to stay on the Watchtower, that her presence near you would make you yell, turn your rage on her. She felt only guilt that she hadn't been there to help you Bruce. She doesn't want anything from you, anything at all. Yet you throw it away, sometimes, I think your loneliness is what you deem necessary for your mission. But right now, I think you hold onto it out of fear. Fear that she'll sneak behind your walls and start to help you." Bruce was getting angry, and Clark needed that, the only time he was ever truthful was when the anger rose in him.

Clark no idea how angry Bruce really was. His blood was boiling at the thought of Diana knowing his past, his motivations and his trauma with Jason. He stood up in from his seat, his cape and cowl falling off him and onto his chair now. "She's already behind that wall Clark. I'm in love with her, I have been for years. She knows what to say, how to react, it drives me insane. I can't even move my eyes without her knowing, lenses or not. I love her, and it's killing me." With that, the angry Batman sat down, the talking of Jason and Diana combined had dragged it all out of him.

"I won't let anything happen to her Bruce, neither would you."

"She's strong enough to not need our help."

"I know."

The following few minutes of silence felt like hours as they docked within the javelin bay, Bruce pulled his cowl back on and Superman fixed his hair. They replaced their masks and made a few paces to the docking bay doors. Batman didn't move, except for his lips, the faintest whisper on his breath that only Clark would hear.

"Thank you."

"It's what friends are for."

With that, the two left the Javelin, Bruce with some serious things to consider and Clark feeling awkwardly proud that he had used his best friends worst nightnames to bring to light the thing he was missing that could be his greatest strength. What Bruce would do without a friend like Clark, he did not know, but he'd get the Kryptonian back in the the training room later.