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kryptoniangodFour 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.
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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Date: 2016-03-29 03:19 am (UTC)"He was the one who told me that you weren't the enemy," he tells him with a soft smile. If not for Alfred his anger towards the kryptonian would've probably been worse. "I'm sure, Clark. I want you here." He wouldn't feel burdened. "Come on, Alfred's about ready to make dinner."
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Date: 2016-03-30 10:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-31 04:45 am (UTC)Bruce tries not to laugh when the other's stomach growls. "Come on. Stop standing there," he tells him, leading him out of the cave and towards the manor itself. "We'll need to wash up the moment we walk into the door and tell Alfred about you." That way the older man didn't end up with a heart attack.
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Date: 2016-04-03 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-05 08:06 pm (UTC)He can't help but chuckle before leading him to the bathroom so they could get washed up a bit. "I'm sure that Alfred would have our heads otherwise anyway." Especially when it was a rule that the man had implanted when Bruce was younger.
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Date: 2016-04-09 09:15 pm (UTC)