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[kryptoniangod]

Four months had passed since the battle with Doomsday. Four months since they had buried him, since they thought he had died. It had taken that long for the energy he had left from the Earth's sun to heal him. Waking up in his grave had been disconcerting, but thankfully he'd broken free easily, flying up high into the sky to soak up more of the sun's rays.

Clark closed his eyes, letting out a sound before looking around himself. He looked straight down below him, diving until he landed next to his grave. He stared, pushing the dirt back into place. The last thing he needed was there to be a panic over people rising from their graves. This way maybe no one would know he was back anytime soon. At least not until he was ready. It was better this way.

Once he had recovered and taken care of his grave he decided to fly to Metropolis, being careful not to be seen flying overhead. He set down in an unpopulated area, walking around until he found the library. He slipped inside, moving to the computers to check the news, needing to know what had happened in his absence. The city, no, the world had mourned his loss. Even Bruce had commented on how the world would be a much darker place without him in it.

Seeing the proof of the other man's mourning touched him in a way he hadn't thought it would. After that he flew to Gotham, staying mostly out of sight, still rebuilding his strength. He knew Bruce saw him, but before the man could ever approach he would disappear. He kept it up for a few weeks before finally needing to get closer, to stop tormenting the other.

It was evening. Bruce was nowhere to be seen in the glass lake house and he knew that meant the man was in his cave. So he waited, standing on the deck outside overlooking the foggy lake. Eventually security would alert the man to his presence. He would wait.

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[mysymbolisthebat]

The whole world had mourned Superman's death. He'd gone back to Metropolis and visited Martha Kent to make sure that she was fine. That she was able to move on with her life. Then he'd gone back to his own. Saving Gotham from the idiots that thought they could ruin his city. That thought he'd stay behind closed doors.

Most days he stayed in the Manor and spent time with Alfred. Most days. Then most were spent elsewhere. The other's grave until it became too much, but right then... he'd just come back. Back from a night of fighting crime.

Bruce figures that he's losing his mind. Thinking that he saw the man in the red cape, saw Clark a few times. That wasn't possible though. Not when he'd been there the day the other had been buried. So when his alarm in the cave goes off his eyes narrow and he heads to find out why. Only problem with that...

"Clark?"

After all, he didn't know if the man was really there or not. Not after the nightmares and dreams he'd been having.