There was an uneasy air in the batcave. The two stood facing each other, locking their eyes into place.
The place was silent.
Talia and Clark stood there unmoving, looking right at each other. It almost looked like they were statues of a sort.
"So, you have anything to say?", Talia said, breaking the silence.
"Not to you Talia.", Clark answered. The only person he needed to talk to was Bruce.
"Explain your actions in that video!", she yelled pointing to the screen.
Clark shuffled his feet.
"I'm not going to make excuses. What you see in the video is what happened."
"Your are an unfaithful man! I would never commit such an act against my beloved..."
"Talia, you have done worse. You kill people with rash judgement. You trained your son at a young age to be a killer and then you dropped him off and never saw him again. Why don't you say hi to him now?"
Talia's finger dangerously wavered a little bit too close to Clark's face.
"How dare you question my motives...You are an alien! Nothing more. My father has lived here for generations and he will see to it to eliminate the rest of your kind. I will deal with you myself."
And with a quick and effortless move she stabbed Clark in the chest with a kryptonite dagger. Clark gasped in shock and in pain. Clark had not expected it. He had been sure that Talia would never lay a finger on him. he felt like an absolute idiot. He had stated himself many times that Talia was crazy. he should have been better prepared. Clark fell to his feet with a gasp, the kryptonite hazing him. Blood spilled onto the floor of the batcave as Clark coughed to catch his breath. Bruce immediately pounced. It was almost paranormal how he had sprung from his chair to attack Talia. It was quite terrifying really. Talia expertly dodged his kick and back flipped out of the way.
"My work here is finished. If you wish to marry that freak then be my guest.", and she ran off. Bruce merely watched her run.
"Get her!", Clark yelled, pulling the dagger out of him. It had been small, but had struck deep. And the kryptonite wasn't helping out either. Clark felt his eyes get heavy. The world around him began to get incredibly dizzy.
"Alfred, get down here. Now! Clark needs medical assistance!"
Gently, Bruce picked up his fiancé bridal style, blood dripping everywhere.
"Bruce...I'm sorry.", Clark said softly, burying his face into the nook of Bruce's lean shoulder. His head felt light, hollow almost.
"Don't worry about it. We need to get you fixed up. Right now you just need to stay with me.", Bruce said, placing Clark on the medical bed. He tore Clark's shirt open, using the cloth to apply pressure to the wound. It was deep, but overall Clark would easily survive.
Alfred eventually arrived with a couple of Wayne's top doctors. After about several hours the doctors were finished stitching Clark up.
"Master Kent will be just fine Bruce. He is breathing normally. I will caution that he is a bit light headed.", Alfred told him, stepping out of the medical room.
"Should I talk to him?"
Alfred raised an eyebrow. "I understand that Talia was here Master Bruce..."
"Talia had a point. Despite the fact that she is crazy, I know she'd never turn on me."
"Neither would Clark. If I may Master, a simple party like that should not over rule the affection that you have for Clark."
"Alfred, you don't understand...", Bruce hissed.
"You are arrogant Master Bruce. I've been on this Earth for a very long time now... I've had my fair share. Clark was merely enjoying himself. It is common for couples getting married to throw bachelor/ bachelorette parties, and as long as nothing sexual occurred, I see no reason as to why you shouldn't talk to him. He makes you happy Bruce. I'm sure he regrets his actions. Go in there and talk to him.", the butler ordered, walking away. Bruce sighed. He stepped into the doorway. Clark had his eyes close but it was obvious that he was awake.
"How are you feeling?", Bruce asked.
The kryptonian kept his eyes closed but he answered.
"Just a little light headed...and in a bit of pain." Bruce pulled the chair close to Clark, taking a seat by his side. Clark's eyes fluttered open and for a moment he looked at the ring on Bruce's finger.
"Why didn't you tell me Clark? I would have been mad, but I would have let you have your fun..."
"I love you Bruce. I really had no intention. Barry had come over, offering drinks and what not. I just needed a relief from the stress, you know? All the wedding planning and league stuff... i just wanted to take a break. Well, next thing you know strippers walk in and I honestly didn't know what to think. I'm sorry."
"It's whatever. I'm over it. Talia had came to me with a USB drive, claiming that it held visible proof that you were cheating on me. I was expecting a porno, but when I saw that it was just Barry giving you a lap dance it was a relief. Not that I would ever think you'd cheat on me anyway."
Clark's eyes went wide.
"Wait, so you don't care?"
"Of course not. Barry is Barry. He's a good friend and I was a little irritated when you slapped that stripper in the ass but that was the only thing that was really out THERE. Other than that, I wasn't bothered by most of it."
Clark felt his heart flutter. All this time he had been worrying for nothing.
He reached over and hugged Bruce tightly, ignoring the pain in his chest.
"I luvvvv you. You so cuteeee.", he purred, biting Bruce's cheek playfully.
"Clark, stop! You just got stitches!"
He gently pushed the man of steel back to bed. "Get some rest babe. Ill be in the cave doing some work."
Leaving Clark alone left him bored. At first he stared at the wall, counting the dry tiles. But then that got boring and so he began twirling his ring around his finger staring deeply into it and thinking of Bruce. He was a good fiance. Bruce was caring and he was a man of his word. He continued to think of his soon to be husband when a switch flicked on in his brain. It was uncontrollable. It was animalistic.
It suddenly hit him that with all the wedding plans and chaos, that they had not had sex in a month now.
He couldn't keep the images from his head. They were beautiful images of lust. He stood up. Fuck the stitches. He was horny and most likely so was Bruce. Getting up, he made his way to the batcave, ignoring the pain.
Bruce was sitting at his desk, reading newspapers. He looked up at the sound of Clark. "Kal, you should be resting!"
Clark took a seat next to him. He still felt a little loopy from the drugs but he composed himself quickly.
"Bruce, when was the last time we had sex?"
"What?"
"When was the last time I fucked you up that delicous smooth cunt of yours?"
Bruce looked at Clark with no particular expression. And then it happened. Bruce giggled. It was sudden. The impossible had just happened.
Bruce recomposed himself, his cheeks flushing.
"Well, I'd say about a month. Yeah Kal...it's been a while."
"You wanna head to our bed? I'm dying to see you naked...", Clark whispered softly into Bruce's ear, squeezing Bruce's ass.
"Yeah. I'd like that a lot.", Bruce whispered.
"Don't think you two are off the hook just yet!", Damien yelled, coming up from behind them. Clark sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Look,...Damien...", but Damien held his hand up for silence.
"I heard my mother was here today.", Damien stated. The tone turned quite terrifying at this. Bruce frowned.
"She was. She had a little fallout, I guess you could say."
"Did she ask for me?", Damien hissed, ignoring what Bruce had said. The dark knight let out a deep and heavy sigh.
"No."
Damien's face remained the same, but it was easy to see in the dim light that his eyes were getting moist. Clark felt awful for the kid.
My kid...
Once he and Bruce got married he would have to be a father towards Damien. They would be a family.
Damien ran out, letting out a hoarse sob.
"I'll take care of it.", Clark said standing up. Bruce was stunned.
"Are you sure? He's a firecracker Clark, I don't know if you can handle it..."
"I'm gonna have to though. He's your son and once we get married, he'll be mine too..."
