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SORRY THIS IS LATE WHOOPS Day 6: It's an AU kind of day Winged AU!!!!! I love superbat and i love birds so.... why not combine them? Bruce is a black solitary eagle bc i think im funny Everyone thinks Clark is a summer tanager but really hes just some random alien bird idk
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Rating: General audiences | 4.7k words, complete
DCU | Pairing: Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne (Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne)
Summary: It’s a beautiful day at the farm. Clark is spending it with his ma, helping out with some chores, when he hears something strange in the barn. And for some reason, the cat is quite worked up about it.
For @superbatweek2024, Day 6: It's an AU kind of day
“Calm down, girl,” Clark says, shushing the displeased ball of fur in his arms. “It’s just a mouse.” Hopefully it’s not too badly injured, he’d hate having to put it out of its misery even if it’s for the best. He spots a drop of red soaking into the hay and catches the iron scent of blood in the air, and his gaze lands on the— Oh. What is—? That’s not a mouse at all. The little black shape stumbles away from Clark and doesn’t stop until it reaches the wall. It turns, and a tiny but seemingly human face peers up at him with wide, fierce eyes. Its—his chest flutters with panicked breaths, small limbs trembling with fear and adrenaline. Oh, right. Clark is still holding the cat that tried to eat him.
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"Hey, Kent!"
The shout from behind stopped Clark in his tracks. He groaned inwardly, turning around to face the transfer student from Gotham—the bane of his high school existence—Bruce fucking Wayne.
"Bruce, I’ve got nothing to say to you," Clark said flatly. Bruce glared at him, arms crossed over his bare chest.
"Yeah? Does this look familiar to you?" Bruce asked, reaching into his bag on the nearby bench. He pulled something out and tossed it at Clark. Instinctively, Clark caught it, and his blood ran cold when he realized what it was—his missing red blanket.
"This is mine! Where did you find it?" Clark demanded.
"Your room," Bruce replied with a shrug.
"Did… did you break into my house to steal my stuff? What is wrong with you?"
Bruce smirked. "I returned it, didn’t I? I borrowed it for an experiment."
Clark took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. Oh, how I wish I could strangle him right now. "What experiment?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Various kinds. And guess what I found out? That blanket of yours is impervious to damage."
"What?" Clark said, confusion growing.
"Fireproof and practically indestructible. It's stronger than anything known to man." Bruce’s gaze sharpened. "It’s definitely not from Earth."
Clark's heart skipped a beat. "What are you trying to say, Wayne?"
Bruce moved closer, their chests almost touching, his icy blue eyes boring into Clark’s. "I'm saying that you aren’t from Earth." His voice dropped to a low, menacing growl. "Are you part of the same alien force that destroyed Gotham City Hall?"
"I don’t know what you're talking about! I’m not an alien!" Clark shouted defensively, shoving Bruce without thinking.
Bruce went flying, crashing into the metal lockers with a loud clang. He groaned, slumping to the floor.
Clark's stomach lurched as he realized what he’d done. The lockers were completely dented in. "I—I didn’t mean to do that!" Clark ran over, kneeling beside Bruce. "Bruce, are you okay? I’m so sorry! I couldn’t control my strength!"
Bruce clutched his head, wincing. "Ugh, my head... Selina was right—honey trapping would be more effective than direct interrogation." He paused, eyes half-lidded. "Think she’d give me tips?"
"What?" Clark blinked, utterly lost. "Bruce, you’re probably concussed." He quickly lifted Bruce into his arms in a bridal carry. "You need medical attention, hold on!"
Bruce groaned. "Can we at least wear something? I mean, sure, you’ve got a lot to be proud of, but I’d rather not expose myself to the whole world right now."
Clark blushed, realizing their state of undress. Hastily, he lowered Bruce back to the ground, grabbed his blanket, and draped it over both of them. Once they were decently covered, Clark scooped Bruce up again and ran out of the locker room, ignoring the strange and alarmed looks from the other students.