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Cold Hands, Warm Heart

This is my first, very first attempt at a Batman/Superman fic. I'm dedicating this story to ladyblkrose for her whining, and nagging to get me to write something, and to me_ya_ri for her beta work, and support.

 

Title: Cold Hands, Warm Heart
Author: lorena_at_large
Pairing: Clark/Bruce (implied)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, I’d have a better computer. Nothing is mine. Alas, alack.
Warning: Nothing really, just a few swear words, even though ladyblkrose would want smut.
Word Count: 1,491
Spoilers: None of which I know.
Summary: Bruce notices a temperature change.
Feedback: Comments, though not required, are appreciated, and they will make me feel good. At least I’ll know someone took the time to read.

 

 

Cold? Cold. No, not just cold, cold steel. His hands were cold.

“Why am I feeling cold steel?” He mussed to himself. “I wasn’t near any steel a moment ago. Or at least I don’t remember any.” That was the crux, remembering. What exactly did he remember? “I was…I was…Yes, I was disarming a bomb.”

Well that was a start. Batman opened his eyes fully in an attempt to ascertain his location. “I should be in the old Fun Times factory.” He said to himself. “How did I end up here, and where exactly is here?” He questioned.

Batman surveyed his surroundings. He was on a bridge. A bridge over a river from the sound of the water. In the moonless night, Batman could just see the water below him.

“Yes, this is the rail bridge that crosses the Gotham River about a quarter mile from the factory. The question still remains, how did I get here.”

Batman pulled himself to his knees, feeling weak and shaky from what he could only figure was the blast from the bomb. The scent of black powder still clung cloyingly in the air. The smell of burnt…was that flesh, wafted into his range, like the smell of freshly cooked bacon.

“Shit! What the fuck went wrong?”

Batman took a moment to attempt to remember the last few minutes. Hours? Moments.

Right as he thought he was about to remember the evening’s events, a low rumbling caught his attention. Batman almost immediately recognized the sound.

A memory.

He was with his parents at the Gotham Convention Center for a transportation show. He loved the multitude of airplanes, boats, and cars, but what he enjoyed the most was the trains. The steam engines from the 1900’s were his favorite. He remembered his train set, still assembled in his old playroom at the manor. He would run the set for hours.

That was before.

Batman’s brain brought him back to the present.

The rumbling was now significantly louder and closer. Batman looked ahead of him. There was nothing but open track for over two hundred yards.

He glanced, almost tentatively, behind him.

“Yep. Just as I suspected. Damn! How stupid can I be?” Batman growled at himself. “Train tracks almost always equal…TRAIN!”

Batman lunged to his feet, and began running for the far end of the bridge. He instinctively knew that it was nothing more than a pipe dream that he would be able to reach the other end before being run down by the ever quickly gaining train. Batman, in an attempt at self-preservation, launched himself off the bridge, almost forgetting to fire a grapple hook. The hook attached to the underside of the bridge, and Batman swung freely under the bridge, and into a high arc, from which he propelled himself to the bank of the river.

Or at least on any other day that’s where he’d land.

Tonight, well, tonight he landed just short of the river bank and into the brackish water of the Gotham River. Batman landed with a decidedly ungraceful splash-thunk into the all too shallow and muddy water. He pulled himself out of the mire, and crawled to somewhat drier land. He lay on his back attempting to breath, the taste of the mostly stagnant, highly contaminated water, and oddly fermented mud, hung in his mouth. Batman had the fleeting thought of the contents of the Gotham River, and its mud, but thought it was best not to dwell on it at the moment.

“I have to get the hell out of here, get back to the cave, and figure out what the fuck happened.”

Batman reached for the remote in order to summon the Batmobile to his location. To his dismay, the blast, or fall, or whatever happened, had conveniently destroyed the device.

“Shit! Damn! Fuck it to hell! Batman cursed. “Fine, I’ll walk.”

Batman pulled himself out of the mud, the black-brown sludge clinging to his suit. Batman trudged up the embankment, and to the street. He easily got his bearings, and headed towards home.

As Batman entered the cave, he could hear hurried and anxious voices.

“It wouldn’t have come back without him unless something was wrong.”

“Even he would have called for help. He’s not that stubborn.”

“What if he couldn’t? He could be really hurt, or unconscious.”

“Damn! Where was he last?”

“His communicator isn’t on, or working and I’m having trouble locating his signal.”

“Damn! I should have gone with him! I’m supposed to be with him. I’m Robin, I’m his partner. I should have been with him.”

“You’re too injured to be out there. You would have been a detriment.” Batman all but mumbled.

“Batman!” His two comrades said in unison.

“Where have you been?! We’ve been trying to contact you. The Batmobile came back to the cave without you. That’s not supposed to happen unless you send it, or something is very wrong.” Dick said as he crossed the floor towards his mentor.

Batman’s only response was a slight, and annoyed sounding ‘humph’, and a swift kick to the car’s rear passenger side tire.

“Really, Bruce, are you okay? We were worried about you.” Superman added. “What happened? Why are you so filthy? And why do you smell like, well, trash, mud, decay, old beer…”

“The Gotham River.” Batman interrupted.

“Yes, the Gotham River.” Superman replied.

“No, yes, I landed in the river, or more precisely, the edge of the river.” Batman corrected.

“Well, what happened? Did you get the Joker?” Robin asked worriedly.

The Joker, that’s why he was at the factory. Now, if he could only remember what happened, and how it all went so wrong.

“Master Bruce.” Alfred’s concerned voice interrupted his train of thought.

The looks on the faces of Superman, Robin, and Alfred told Bruce that they were more than just worried about him, and he was beginning to believe that there might be some merit to their concern.

“Br…Bruce?” Clark inquired. “Are you alright? Do you have a head injury?”

Bruce sighed. “Maybe. I’ll let Alfred scan me.”

With the way everyone began rushing around, Bruce was certain that one statement must have been the trigger for Armageddon. Bruce begrudgingly let Clark take him gently by the arm, with his other around his waist, and lead him to the table in the medical area. Bruce, knowing that resistance was futile, and would only lead to an unwanted argument, allowed the overly tentative and plaintive assistance to continue with only a scowl.

***************

“Bruce, just because the scan found no injury or other anomalies, doesn’t mean that you’re okay.” Clark calmly stated, but to Bruce he seemed to be on the verge of hysterics.

“I’m fine,” was Bruce’s only response, as he made his way to the computer terminal.

“Clark’s right Bruce. Something could really be wrong.” Dick attempted to argue.

“I’m fine.” Bruce snapped, and then sighed. “I need to write my report, and then I will rest. Deal?”

Clark and Dick looked at each other, and said, “deal.”

After several false starts, and three hours, Bruce conceded defeat, and made his way to his bedroom.

Clark lay sprawled on the bed, taking up his usual three-fourths. Bruce sat on a nearby chair with the intention of taking off his shoes. Instead, he found himself watching, staring at Clark as his lover slept. Clark must have had a busy night for him to still be asleep.

Bruce’s thoughts went back to the first time he and Clark met. The moon was full that evening. The light shone in his eyes, making his blue spheres sparkle. Clark was infuriatingly joyful; always smiling and laughing. The charity event was for an animal shelter. Bruce was making his rounds with some young and beautiful socialite hanging on his arm, and his every word. Clark was there to write some fluff piece on the shelter. Bruce remembered the precise moment their eyes met. If someone had suggested love at first sight, he would have laughed in that person’s face. But, there he was, Clark Kent, reporter, looking like he had never heard of an iron, or even a steamer, and wearing those ridiculously big glasses. Then, the unthinkable happened. Clark Kent smiled. At him.

“Bruce. Bruce.”

Bruce woke with a pronounced startle.

“Crap! What?!” he snapped.

“Sorry.” Clark said sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me.” Bruce said grouchily. “What’s wrong?”

“I was worried. I woke up, and you hadn’t come to bed. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s just go to bed.”

Bruce finished getting undressed, and followed Clark into bed. Clark instinctively curled around Bruce.

Bruce realized, as he was drifting off, that if he was being honest with himself, not only did he enjoy the feeling of Clark’s arms wrapped around his arms, back, and waist, but he couldn’t imagine his evenings, no his life without them, and his heart was warm.


Comments

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bradygirl_12
Mar. 19th, 2011 10:52 pm (UTC)
Very nice! Bruce was grouchy, Clark and Dick and Alfred their worried selves, and Bruce got schmoopy remembering the first time he'd met Clark. No iron or steamer, eh? ;)

Nice detail about Bruce's love of trains. I love trains, too! :)

Very nice Silver Age-y feel! :)

Your LJ cut worked to get me to your journal. What you need to do is add the number of this page (i.e., 1295.html) to get it to the story itself. :)

lorena_at_large
Mar. 20th, 2011 12:04 am (UTC)
Squeeee!!! Bradygirl likes my story!! Squeeeee!!! *Runs around flailing her arms*

Now that I've gotten that out of my system. Thank you Bradygirl. I'm guessing you're right about the silver age feel, since when I think of Batman and Superman, I think of the animated series.

I'm working on that cut/link, but it's still not working. But I'll keep trying.

Squeeeeee!!!!!!
bradygirl_12
Mar. 20th, 2011 12:25 am (UTC)
*laughs*

You've got a good feel for the characters. And I never tire of stories with Dick as Robin. ;)

Keep at the coding! It's frustrating, but you'll get it. The light will go on before you know it! ;)
tabru
Mar. 20th, 2011 12:23 am (UTC)
Awww, so cute! I love any fic that ends with Supes/Bats cuddle time! Great job on your first S/B fic, darling!
lorena_at_large
Mar. 20th, 2011 12:49 am (UTC)
Thank you Tabru. I'm happy you liked it. It inspires me to try some more. Thank you again.
me_ya_ri
Mar. 20th, 2011 01:03 am (UTC)
*Big grin* You already know that I love it but I'll say it again here--this is lovely! Poor Bruce's confusion as he slowly reconstructs what happened while finding his way back to home and Clark is so good. That bit with the Gotham River was totally ewwww, which made a perfect contrast with the warmth of Clark taking three fourths of the bed. Great job!
lorena_at_large
Mar. 20th, 2011 01:25 am (UTC)
Squeeeee!!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you Me_ya_ri! I'm so happy you liked it. I am so inspired to write more now. Actually I've already started another one, and now I think I'll continue it. *bounces and giggles*

(I'm on the phone right now with Ladyblackrose, and she still hasn't noticed the story, and I'm not going to tell her. *giggle*)
ladyblkrose
Mar. 20th, 2011 02:12 am (UTC)
YEAAAAA!!!!! You did it. You wrote a story and posted it. and best of all I LOVED IT!
Great grasp of the characters, Batman just so ascerbic and grumpy, even to himself (How stupid can I be?” Batman growled at himself. “Train tracks almost always equal…TRAIN!”). The fall into the Gotham River was hysterical especially the oddly fermented taste of the mud...iicckkkkk! You added so many wonderful details to his personality that made Batman's character so three dimensional and four color. And the loss of time in the end where Bruce remembers the first time he met Clark...and the snuggling at the end...beautiful
Thank you so much for sharing, I so enjoyed this and BTW when I'm talking on the phone I try not to read cause I have problems reading adn doing RP, I'm not Batman ya know!
lorena_at_large
Mar. 20th, 2011 02:49 am (UTC)
Yeaaa!!! I've been working on this piece for a little while now, I just wanted to surprise you with it. I'm sneaky that way. I have a thing about Batman being human, and sometimes less than perfect. Sometimes even he forgets that he's not infallable. I'm glad you liked it. I'll let you know when I've got the next one finished.

I can't read and talk on the phone at the same time either.
quiltdiva
Mar. 21st, 2011 04:53 am (UTC)
Aww, you go girl! Great job, you are very brave for posting- as I have yet to do so! I also confess the ins and outs of the tech stuff eludes me as well! Sigh... anyway, your story was sweet, and of course, I adore the cuddling at the end!
lorena_at_large
Mar. 21st, 2011 11:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It took me some time to gather the courage to post it. I've decided I'm not going to fight with the link any more, I can't seem to fix it. Besides, you found it, so it works somehow or another. Thank you again for commenting. You wouldn't believe how good it feels to see that people commented. You should post something, if I can do it, anyone can.
iccanox
Mar. 21st, 2011 05:18 pm (UTC)
very good story!
I hope you will write more I'd love to read it!
grumpy Bruce..spot on! fretting Clark...spot on!
*hugs them and you *
thanks for posting :)
lorena_at_large
Mar. 22nd, 2011 12:01 am (UTC)
*Happily accepts the hug* Yay, hug!!

Thank you for commenting. I'm glad you liked it. I am working on another piece, and I'm hoping it will be okay. Thanks again. Every comment is inspirational for me.
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