Courting with Clark was hard for Bruce. There was always a mental block he couldn't get past. He thought everything Clark was doing was fake and just a lure. He constantly went back and forth between feeling like Clark was being genuine and Clark just wanting him for the wrong reasons. Bruce always rather fight with people than his emotions and his brain. His heart raced with the thoughts of building a life with the only man whom it was nearly impossible to kill.
But then what if Clark was just looking for an omegan mate? Someone he knew was strong. Someone resilient and wouldn't be afraid or irrational if he or their pups got hurt. A strong omega. Even though he wasn't an alpha and didn't have those instincts in his biology they were psychologically put into his head from the culture and world he grew up in. Clark had his heart on his sleeve but his brain could be making him think he was feeling something he wasn't. That wasn't his fault.
But he could maybe live with that. But he was hurt before when he was left behind by his parents. Everyone he let in was going to leave him. If Clark loved him for the wrong reasons- maybe one day he would realize that and leave him alone again.
So yeah, courting Clark was hard. So after two months, Bruce put a stop to the relationship.
Bruce called Clark over and they had dinner with Dick and watched a movie. After putting Dick to bed, Bruce brought Clark to his room. He started to get undressed when Clark grabbed his hands and looked him directly in the eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Bruce looked down. "You've been acting weird all night. Are you okay?" Bruce went into Clarks neck and kissed him. Clark pulled away. "Bruce." He stared at him.
"Let's talk about it in the morning," Bruce went to kiss him again. Clark, again, pulled away. His gaze was more powerful than him actually using his heat vision.
"I hope you would trust me and respect me enough to say what you're thinking," Clark didn't break eye contact. Bruce nodded.
"You're right. And I'm done. We're done. If you want to have sex-" Bruce tried to continue but Clark covered his mouth.
"No. You're going to give me a reason. A damn good one too," he moved his hand. Bruce couldn't move. "Bruce-" Clark urged him to speak.
"I... I can't do it," he answered. Clark nodded. His hands slipped out of Bruces.
"Have a good night, Bruce," he walked out of the room.
Bruce stood there. He wanted to stop him. He wanted to scream that he wanted him to stay. He wanted to apologize and tell him to never leave him. But he didn't. He got into his sleep wear and laid in his bed.