#my dceu Bruce is Batfleck in case you're wondering

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I Never Even Told You (part 1) - Superbat (DCEU Series)

“Ma?” Clark called as he passed the front door of the farmhouse. “Yeah?” Martha answered absently, busy in the kitchen.

“I've fixed the leak in the barn roof, and the fence between our farm and the Lang's. Their horses will no longer try to eat our... corn... What the-” Clark froze in his walk past the living room noticing the sudden change. The few furniture and the old couch were relocated to make room for a large flat-screen TV, almost taking up all the wall space on which it had been fixed.

“Bruce...” Clark sighed the other man's name as if asking to a higher being to be bestowed with divine patience. ‘Is that why he’s here?’ Clark thought. He had heard Bruce's heartbeat since he was still at the Lang Farm, the unmistakable sound of Bruce's heart flooded his ears and left him on alert. For a moment, Clark assumed his presence was due to an emergency that would require the Justice League to act. He even stretched his hearing to get part of Bruce's conversation with Martha but realized that the other man did not seem to be in a hurry to leave and had not even asked to see Clark (which bothered him a little although he hated to admit it). Clark kept working on the list of repairs that needed to be done around the farm, he could catch up with Bruce as soon as he finished. Now the TV of obscene proportions hanging on the wall of his mother's living room had answered all the questions he might have about Bruce’s presence there and even made him regret for not being able to stop the other man as soon as he arrived. Clark turned away from the tv, walking into the kitchen to find Bruce sitting at the table, his hair properly combed back, dressed in a well tailored three-piece suit that perfectly accented his silhouette, white shirt, black tie and a blue pocket square, which caught Clark's eye for being the exactly same shade of blue as his Superman uniform. He tried to ignore the erratic way his own heart started beating as soon as his eyes found that single spot of color in the sea of graffiti and black. That was not the first time Clark has seen Bruce wearing a tie or a pocket square of the same color of his Kryptonian suit or cape. Clark couldn't help the warmth spreading through his chest as his heart struggled to return to its usual rhythm. It was almost as if Bruce did this on purpose, to drawn Clark’s attention to him whenever they were in the same room... “Good afternoon.” Bruce greeted Clark from behind the cup of tea he was quietly drinking, yet his brown eyes studied Clark with some hesitation, like he was unsure that his presence in the house was desired or not. Clark cleared his throat, trying to keep his stance. He should be preparing to scold Bruce for one of his many extravagances involving him and his mother, not daydreaming about Bruce’s wardrobe choices having something to do with him. “What is that gigantic tv doing in our living room?”Clark asked folding his arms, narrowing his eyes to deflect any excuse Bruce might give regarding yet another extravagant gift. “Your mother needed a new tv.” Bruce answered, his voice flat, keeping a calm expression and his eyes away from Clark as he played with the handle of the teacup. “Bruce," Clark come closer to de table, “you can't just buy us expensive things like they're nothing.” “It is nothing.” “It’s a 4k smart tv almost bigger than the entire wall!” “It’s a gift.” “The screen matches the wallpaper! ” Clark sighed once again letting his arms fall beside him. This couldn’t be really happening. “Why did you buy us a tv?” “Because,” Martha intervened, coming to the table with a plate full of biscuits to place in front of Bruce, “the old tv has broken the last time Bruce came to visit. He was kind enough to try to fix that old junk but there was nothing left to do about it... and now he appeared here with this modern tv, even though I insisted that he didn’t have to buy me another one.” “It was only fair to give you a new tv, since I couldn’t fix the other.” Bruce shrugged exchanging smiles with Martha. Clark opened his mouth to say something, but his shock made him close it immediately. What was going on? Since when did Bruce and his mother have such a close relationship? And Since when Bruce made visits to the farm? “Ma, why didn’t you tell me the tv was broken? I could have gotten you a new one... well, not one of the size of an open-air cinema screen...” he mumbled, smirking triumphantly as Bruce rolled his eyes in response as continued to drink his cup of tea elegantly, “but still...” “I know you’ve been busy lately.” she waved off with a gesture while taking a tray of apple pie out of the oven to set on the counter so it would cool off. “I didn’t want to disturb you for an old tv that has seen better days. I could’ve handled it on my own... maybe go to the Sullivans’ store and get a new one.” “But I’m supposed to take care of those things, Ma. What would Pa say if he knew I left you here without a tv for... how long?” “Two days.” Bruce muttered discretely before taking another sip of tea, already suspecting Clark's next reaction. “See? Two days! Wait... “ Clark stared at Martha and Bruce, his blue eyes wide with disbelief, “Were you here two days ago?” Bruce remained silent, serving himself of some of Martha's biscuits, still unable to face Clark. “Clark, calm down, would ya? There’s no need to make such a fuss about it.” Martha took a seat in front of Bruce, also pouring herself some tea.“Bruce always comes to visit when he has the time...” “Does he... always?” Clark stood in the middle of the kitchen, trying to believe that that was his life and the big and scary Bat of Gotham was sipping tea and eating biscuits in his kitchen, with his mother. “I understand you might be upset...” Bruce finally took his eyes off the teacup to find Clark's. although his face was almost expressionless, Clark could feel the hesitation in his voice, like an apology hidden in millimeter-calculated words to sound as neutral as possible, but being enough to obliterate Clark's irritation completely. “I’m not upset. I am... surprised? I mean, that wasn’t exactly what I expected to see when I woke up this morning...” Clark said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, ashamed of his own reaction. However seeing the way Bruce’s eyes softened made that feeling fade away pretty fast. “Uh... Is there any chance I’ll be invited to join your tea club?” Clark mumbled with a smirking as he saw Bruce rolling eyes again, trying not smile, then turned to Martha giving his best big puppy eyes. “Maybe have some pie?” “Well, if you stop being so melodramatic, you may have a slice.” “Unbelievable! Since when did he become your favorite?” “Since I gave her a new tv.” Bruce allowed himself a slight smirk before hiding it behind the tea cup in one last gulp of tea, too fast for anyone to notice except Clark. “And since he’s not the one walking around the house with muddy shoes! Clark Joseph Kent I better not see footprints on my carpet!” Martha used the dishcloth to playfully whip Clark's legs who instinctively levitated in the air so he could escape it, laughing out loud. “Okay! Okay!” Clark lifted his hands in surrender, still floating a few inches from the kitchen floor, sitting on air while still laughing. “I’m gonna take them off! I’m going upstairs to take a shower and y’all better save me some pie for when I get back!” “Only if you stop flying inside the house!” Martha said, also laughing while seeing Clark floated to the stairs. “I’m not flying, I’m floating! There’s a difference!” Clark yelled back, making Martha laugh even more.” “No, there isn’t! I swear to God,” she turned to Bruce, “I have no idea who did he get that attitude from...” Clark quickly returned to the kitchen, still without letting his feet touch the ground, placing a kiss on her cheek, saying: “I got it from you.” Martha tried not cry for Clark's gesture. She has been doing that a lot for the past two years. Every time she sees Clark smiling, walking around the farm, playing with Dusty in the backyard. Every time he hugs her and say “I love you, Ma”. Every time Clark's on tv for saving someone or a entire city. Now that Martha knows how it is to lose her son, every moment with Clark has become even more special and also not enough . And to think that she could spend the rest of her life without seeing him smile again, if it wasn’t for the man seated in front of her. If it wasn't for Bruce. “Alright, muddy shoes,” she said, fighting the instinct to cry, patting Clark’s cheeks, “go get yourself clean, so we can eat.”

#I swear one day I'll be able to write stories shorter than that #my dceu Bruce is Batfleck in case you're wondering #I finished this during a writers block so I apologize if this sucks #I wanted to write Bruce expressing his feelings for Clark by buying a bunch of stuff to him and Martha because he just can't use his words #Clark has a crush on Bruce he just doesn't know it yet #Superbat #superbat fanfic #Clark/Bruce #Batsuper #bruce wayne/clark kent #superman #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne #dceu