Yay, chapter 3!!
Disclaimer: Justice League is not mine, yadda, yadda, yadda...
Notes: Things are about to get...tasty ^_^ Run away, homophobes, run
awaaay!!
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Bruce's P.O.V.
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Kal and J'onn arrive within ten minutes of their transmission, with Wally and Diana close behind. John and Shayera send the information they'd gathered (or lack thereof) to the tower and go "out to dinner", saying that if we needed help, "We'll be sure to, uh...*moan* lend a hand...". Typical.
After discussing with the team what should be done next, we decide that tomorrow we'll split up and investigate the surrounding three blocks of the base Kal and J'onn were at, and tonight I was to do an analysis of the mysterious remote that was found.
I make my way back to the 'Cave to start running chemical tests on the remote, thinking only of Kal. Of course I feel guilty, especially after reasoning that it was best to ignore my revelation of the love I hold for him. And still, his image lingers in my mind.
My mind goes back to the meeting, and I am greeted with a still-frame image of him bent over the table, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, with concern, and...something else I can't quite identify, as he looks up at me, waiting for my verdict of the situation. His strong arms holding him up, the muscles bulging with his incredible strength as they push at the soft blue fabric, looking as if they are desperate to escape the confines of his costume and revel in the cool air of the conference room...I wonder if he gets goosebumps...
I suddenly envision the table we were talking over in a spotlight, his nude body draped over it and I over him; his hands in my hair, my teeth on his neck, our legs twisted, and our bodies pushed together desperately. The room feels hot, and even in the cool of the 'Cave in the real world, my cheeks flush and my breath comes quicker. My head lolls back and the hair is standing up on the back of my neck and --
"Bruce?" a deep voice echoes through the 'Cave.
I struggle to get a hold on my unbidden fantasies as I turn to see Kal striding towards me from the darkness, an ethereal glow seeming to envelop him as the lights from the 'Cave shine down on him.
"You shouldn't be here, Kal," I say, my voice already raw with the desire that I only this morning had realized was there.
I would expand on the statement, but, thinking better of it, I clamp down on my voice before I embarrass myself further. Unfortunately, Kal speaks again, and the mere sound of his voice sends a sudden bolt of heat from my chest to my waist and lower still, radiating throughout my body until I can barely stand. And he hasn't even touched me...what is he saying?
"...and I'm not sure how you'll react..." I catch, his voice soft, distant...hesitant?
His voice turns my knees to liquid, luckily I'm sitting, and it's getting harder and harder not to just pounce on him...When did I become such a mindless, sex-driven...brooding version of the Flash? The metallic taste of bile rises from my disgust and the battle my mind is waging agianst my smitten heart and stubborn, now severely-aroused body, and I remember that Kal is talking to me.
"...so...I guess...what I'm really trying to say is...I – I love you. I'm in love with you, Bruce," he takes a deep breath and all of my own air seems to have escaped me, as if he were drawing it in for himself, to gain a hold on the smothering emotions from both of us that I have been unable to handle properly, and speaks again, "I know what you'll probably say, and it's alright, I came here expecting for you to reject me, but I wanted you to know, and I wanted to say it. I don't know how much longer I would have been able to harbor it before I went crazy or something, * heh *," he laughs nervously.
So optomistic...darkly optomistic...but optomistic all the same. It's so unlike him to be uncomfortable though...And he...expected me to turn him away? How ridiculous, how presumptuous, how...accurate. I realize that that is precicely what I had been intending, and an overwhelming sense of guilt passes through me, enough that it manages to partially subdue the haze of desire that was threatening to clamp down on any lingering reason in me...but then, as I find myself standing and making my way towards him, I reevaluate that perhaps I have no rational thought left, and all that is guiding me at this point is instint.
Kal looks confused for a moment before I close in on him and softly cover his lips with my own before any protest or question can be uttered that my change my mind...
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Kal's P.O.V
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J'onn and I get to the watchtower about ten minutes after my conversation with Bruce ends. The others didn't take long to show up as well...except for John and Shayera...but I'd rather not think about what they're up to elsewhere, escpecially after that message they left us. After discussing with the team what should be done next, we decide that tomorrow we'll split up and investigate the surrounding three blocks of the base J'onn and I were at, and tonight Bruce was going to do an analysis of the remote we found.
I went home to my apartment, but found myself restless, haunted by images of Bruce in his costume, so inhuman and unreachable, like a tangible version of the walls he's built around himself over the years.
I imagine breaching those walls, breaking through them with ease the same way I would a piece of steel – something strong only to those who made it and those who tried to get in the wrong way. I've been unable to find a door, so perhaps if I could make a dent, then the rest would fall away for me without using any force at all. I don't want my feelings to be a burden to him – God knows he has enough to deal with – but, maybe if it was out in the open...
I realize I have already resolved to tell him, but as I mull over it again and again, the unnessacary complexity of the situation pulls me in deeper and deeper, and my endeavors to reach him seem more and more hopeless.
I sigh out loud. I should at least go see him. If I don't try this tonight, I'll probably loose my nerve.
I put my costume back on, and fly to Gotham. I figure he's in the cave, so I don't bother Alfred by knocking on the front door – I just go straight down to a gap I know is there from the once-over I gave the place the first time I was there.
I enter from a long corridor, the cool damp air almost reminiscent of the conference room in the tower. It's darker down here, but the impersonal...I wouldn't say sterility – I mean, I'm in a cave – but there's something...unwelcoming about it – as if I've violated his sanctity.
At he same time however, there's a power about the place, or maybe just the fact that it's his domain, that draws me in farther.
I reach the main part of the cave, passing the empty, metal medical table, the dark gymnasium which without the lights on is probably invisible to anyone else, and finally I am standing a few yards away from the computer.
He's sitting at the console, slouching slightly – very unlike him – and his breathing is a bit unsteady, just like earlier.
"Bruce?" my voice echoes through the huge cavern, bouncing off the walls, sounding obnoxious and intrusive.
My mind starts racing with second thoughts about coming here, but I can't give up now. Bruce is finally ready to listen, and I need to say what I came to say – after all, it would be ludicrous to just leave at this point...right?
"Bruce," I say again, buying myself some time while trying to formulate the words I have known for so long but never put together,"I know we've had our differences over the years...a lot of them...but, uh, I think you know...or I hope you know...that I, uh, respect you and I really value your friendship. On that note I...I want to tell you something, and I'm not sure how you'll react, but I feel it's something you need to know...so...um...I. Ok, um, I like you Bruce. As a friend, an ally, and I lik—love you as...I...oh I dunno how to say this......so...I guess...what I'm really trying to say is...I – I love you. I'm in love with you, Bruce," I take a deep breath and try to calm myself, but he just stares at me, open-mouthed, and distant.
This was a mistake. A horrible sense of dread presses down on me and I can't move, I can't breathe, and I hope to any God that might hear me for the cave floor to open up and swallow me so I can't hear his reaction...but I at least have my dignity. I still don't want him to feel pressured...A dim glimmer of hope sparks in me at the thought of perhaps easing his mind by back off a little bit.
"I know what you'll probably say, and it's alright, I came here expecting for you to reject me," I say, every word hurting me,"but I wanted you to know, and I wanted to say it. I don't know how much longer I would have been able to harbor it before I went crazy or something, * heh *," I laugh awkwardly, trying to clear the air. But he just continues to stare, his visage barely wavering...
And then he stands, and slowly, agonizingly slowly makes his way towards me. Is he angry? I wonder, Is he upset? He looks up at me, and it takes all of my self-control not to use my x-ray vision to try to read his expression, but before I can say anything, he's kissing me, and all of my fear, all of my doubt, flies out of me, forgotten, and my arms wrap around him, and we're * floating *......
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So what do you think? I'm seriously considering making the next chapter kinky ^^ I'm not sure if I like this chapter as much as the others either, but....I guess it's really up to you guys! Thanks for reading, and of course, input is always welcomed.
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Bruce's P.O.V.
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Kal and J'onn arrive within ten minutes of their transmission, with Wally and Diana close behind. John and Shayera send the information they'd gathered (or lack thereof) to the tower and go "out to dinner", saying that if we needed help, "We'll be sure to, uh...*moan* lend a hand...". Typical.
After discussing with the team what should be done next, we decide that tomorrow we'll split up and investigate the surrounding three blocks of the base Kal and J'onn were at, and tonight I was to do an analysis of the mysterious remote that was found.
I make my way back to the 'Cave to start running chemical tests on the remote, thinking only of Kal. Of course I feel guilty, especially after reasoning that it was best to ignore my revelation of the love I hold for him. And still, his image lingers in my mind.
My mind goes back to the meeting, and I am greeted with a still-frame image of him bent over the table, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, with concern, and...something else I can't quite identify, as he looks up at me, waiting for my verdict of the situation. His strong arms holding him up, the muscles bulging with his incredible strength as they push at the soft blue fabric, looking as if they are desperate to escape the confines of his costume and revel in the cool air of the conference room...I wonder if he gets goosebumps...
I suddenly envision the table we were talking over in a spotlight, his nude body draped over it and I over him; his hands in my hair, my teeth on his neck, our legs twisted, and our bodies pushed together desperately. The room feels hot, and even in the cool of the 'Cave in the real world, my cheeks flush and my breath comes quicker. My head lolls back and the hair is standing up on the back of my neck and --
"Bruce?" a deep voice echoes through the 'Cave.
I struggle to get a hold on my unbidden fantasies as I turn to see Kal striding towards me from the darkness, an ethereal glow seeming to envelop him as the lights from the 'Cave shine down on him.
"You shouldn't be here, Kal," I say, my voice already raw with the desire that I only this morning had realized was there.
I would expand on the statement, but, thinking better of it, I clamp down on my voice before I embarrass myself further. Unfortunately, Kal speaks again, and the mere sound of his voice sends a sudden bolt of heat from my chest to my waist and lower still, radiating throughout my body until I can barely stand. And he hasn't even touched me...what is he saying?
"...and I'm not sure how you'll react..." I catch, his voice soft, distant...hesitant?
His voice turns my knees to liquid, luckily I'm sitting, and it's getting harder and harder not to just pounce on him...When did I become such a mindless, sex-driven...brooding version of the Flash? The metallic taste of bile rises from my disgust and the battle my mind is waging agianst my smitten heart and stubborn, now severely-aroused body, and I remember that Kal is talking to me.
"...so...I guess...what I'm really trying to say is...I – I love you. I'm in love with you, Bruce," he takes a deep breath and all of my own air seems to have escaped me, as if he were drawing it in for himself, to gain a hold on the smothering emotions from both of us that I have been unable to handle properly, and speaks again, "I know what you'll probably say, and it's alright, I came here expecting for you to reject me, but I wanted you to know, and I wanted to say it. I don't know how much longer I would have been able to harbor it before I went crazy or something, * heh *," he laughs nervously.
So optomistic...darkly optomistic...but optomistic all the same. It's so unlike him to be uncomfortable though...And he...expected me to turn him away? How ridiculous, how presumptuous, how...accurate. I realize that that is precicely what I had been intending, and an overwhelming sense of guilt passes through me, enough that it manages to partially subdue the haze of desire that was threatening to clamp down on any lingering reason in me...but then, as I find myself standing and making my way towards him, I reevaluate that perhaps I have no rational thought left, and all that is guiding me at this point is instint.
Kal looks confused for a moment before I close in on him and softly cover his lips with my own before any protest or question can be uttered that my change my mind...
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Kal's P.O.V
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J'onn and I get to the watchtower about ten minutes after my conversation with Bruce ends. The others didn't take long to show up as well...except for John and Shayera...but I'd rather not think about what they're up to elsewhere, escpecially after that message they left us. After discussing with the team what should be done next, we decide that tomorrow we'll split up and investigate the surrounding three blocks of the base J'onn and I were at, and tonight Bruce was going to do an analysis of the remote we found.
I went home to my apartment, but found myself restless, haunted by images of Bruce in his costume, so inhuman and unreachable, like a tangible version of the walls he's built around himself over the years.
I imagine breaching those walls, breaking through them with ease the same way I would a piece of steel – something strong only to those who made it and those who tried to get in the wrong way. I've been unable to find a door, so perhaps if I could make a dent, then the rest would fall away for me without using any force at all. I don't want my feelings to be a burden to him – God knows he has enough to deal with – but, maybe if it was out in the open...
I realize I have already resolved to tell him, but as I mull over it again and again, the unnessacary complexity of the situation pulls me in deeper and deeper, and my endeavors to reach him seem more and more hopeless.
I sigh out loud. I should at least go see him. If I don't try this tonight, I'll probably loose my nerve.
I put my costume back on, and fly to Gotham. I figure he's in the cave, so I don't bother Alfred by knocking on the front door – I just go straight down to a gap I know is there from the once-over I gave the place the first time I was there.
I enter from a long corridor, the cool damp air almost reminiscent of the conference room in the tower. It's darker down here, but the impersonal...I wouldn't say sterility – I mean, I'm in a cave – but there's something...unwelcoming about it – as if I've violated his sanctity.
At he same time however, there's a power about the place, or maybe just the fact that it's his domain, that draws me in farther.
I reach the main part of the cave, passing the empty, metal medical table, the dark gymnasium which without the lights on is probably invisible to anyone else, and finally I am standing a few yards away from the computer.
He's sitting at the console, slouching slightly – very unlike him – and his breathing is a bit unsteady, just like earlier.
"Bruce?" my voice echoes through the huge cavern, bouncing off the walls, sounding obnoxious and intrusive.
My mind starts racing with second thoughts about coming here, but I can't give up now. Bruce is finally ready to listen, and I need to say what I came to say – after all, it would be ludicrous to just leave at this point...right?
"Bruce," I say again, buying myself some time while trying to formulate the words I have known for so long but never put together,"I know we've had our differences over the years...a lot of them...but, uh, I think you know...or I hope you know...that I, uh, respect you and I really value your friendship. On that note I...I want to tell you something, and I'm not sure how you'll react, but I feel it's something you need to know...so...um...I. Ok, um, I like you Bruce. As a friend, an ally, and I lik—love you as...I...oh I dunno how to say this......so...I guess...what I'm really trying to say is...I – I love you. I'm in love with you, Bruce," I take a deep breath and try to calm myself, but he just stares at me, open-mouthed, and distant.
This was a mistake. A horrible sense of dread presses down on me and I can't move, I can't breathe, and I hope to any God that might hear me for the cave floor to open up and swallow me so I can't hear his reaction...but I at least have my dignity. I still don't want him to feel pressured...A dim glimmer of hope sparks in me at the thought of perhaps easing his mind by back off a little bit.
"I know what you'll probably say, and it's alright, I came here expecting for you to reject me," I say, every word hurting me,"but I wanted you to know, and I wanted to say it. I don't know how much longer I would have been able to harbor it before I went crazy or something, * heh *," I laugh awkwardly, trying to clear the air. But he just continues to stare, his visage barely wavering...
And then he stands, and slowly, agonizingly slowly makes his way towards me. Is he angry? I wonder, Is he upset? He looks up at me, and it takes all of my self-control not to use my x-ray vision to try to read his expression, but before I can say anything, he's kissing me, and all of my fear, all of my doubt, flies out of me, forgotten, and my arms wrap around him, and we're * floating *......
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So what do you think? I'm seriously considering making the next chapter kinky ^^ I'm not sure if I like this chapter as much as the others either, but....I guess it's really up to you guys! Thanks for reading, and of course, input is always welcomed.