I looked down at the sleeping figure next to me in bed. He was a better then me in so many ways, not that I would ever tell him that. And don't mean in ways of such as having powers or abilities which I didn't, I meant as a person. Clark's face was so innocent, like a child really. I wonder what he thought of me… probably thinks of me as some hideous monster who only comes out at night. My body wasn't like his... I had scars, many of them. After all the battles I've been in, all the close calls I've had, I'm only human. Sometimes I seem to forget that but then my scars remind me. Clark? Clark wasn't human, he was an alien raised as a human, not the same. Clark was 'Super' man. Although I don't ever show it there are times when even I'm humbled by his presence. It was annoying... it was disturbing…And here I was sleeping with him... I was still lying down on my pillow just watching I both loved and hated watching him. As some rays of sunshine made their way into the room Clark slowly woke up he turned to his side and looked at me.
"Good morning…"
"Sleep well..?"
"I guess… you?"
I nodded in truth I haven't slept well. I then turned my back to Clark and sat up on the bed.
"I don't think we should see each other anymore... at least not in 'this' way..."
"Why not? I mean... didn't you enjoy it?"
He was clearly talking about our sexual escapades; I couldn't help but smile...
"Yes, I enjoyed it very much..."
"Is it me?"
"No, and I know this sounds cheesy but it's me. I just... I rushed into things last night I need some time to think Clark. Please give me some time..."
"I'll give you all the time in the world Bruce..."
With a sad expression he put his clothes on and left. I didn't want to say it to his face but as much as I enjoy his company, as many feelings as I do have for Clark... He's an alien and I'm a human. Logic tells me it isn't right...