Running Through the Airport Kind of Love
Little Superbat fic I wrote tonight because they're soft and Bruce deserves to be a secret sap
“That’s stupid.”
Clark resisted the urge to roll his eyes, settling instead for sending his boyfriend a wry, exasperated look. Bruce didn’t even glance at him, eyes glued to the movie he’d spent the last hour and a half ruthlessly critiquing.
And sure, it was an old cheesy romcom, not exactly something that required a whole lot of concentration and certainly not something he and Bruce would usually turn on, but after the week he’d had Clark just wanted something mindless to fill the silence while he let himself unwind.
Bruce had been busy with a case, and Clark had expected him to be too caught up in his own head to even notice there was something playing.
Evidently not. He’d spent nearly the entire time pointing out every little flaw, every plot hole, every contradiction of this poor movie that had probably come out before he was even a teenager.
It was, Clark reluctantly admitted to himself, a little endearing and worlds more entertaining than the movie itself.
“It’s not stupid,” Clark argued, only half paying attention to the predictably sappy scene on the screen. “It’s romantic.”
“Running through the airport for someone is not romantic,” Bruce said. “It’s obsessive and creepy.”
“I don’t think you and your contingency plans are in any place to talk about obsessive and creepy.”
Bruce scowled, but his focus stayed firmly fixated on the movie. “It’s a ridiculous trope.”
“It’s a grand romantic gesture.”
“It’s unrealistic,” Bruce insisted. “The airport. You can’t get past security without a boarding pass. You’d have to buy a ticket just to get to any of the terminals.”
Clark glanced at him. “Have you ever even flown commercially?”
“A few times,” Bruce admitted, his voice clipped, not bothering to hide his displeasure at the fact. “I prefer to fly myself. I don’t like airports.”
“I know, B.”
“The Batwing is faster than any commercial airline.”
“Uh huh.”
“I wouldn’t run through the airport,” Bruce continued, like his distaste of this romantic trope was a hill he needed to die on. “I wouldn’t go to an airport at all. It’s a stupid idea. I wouldn’t even be able to find their flight.”
This time Clark gave into the urge and rolled his eyes, turning back to the movie. “You could ask.”
“That ruins the point of showing up unannounced,” Bruce said. “I’d have to get through the gates, I’d have to know what time their flight was, what terminal- it’s insane.”
“It’s just a movie, Bruce,” Clark said, doing his best to hide the amused smile he couldn’t quite suppress. “Believe it or not, some people actually like this kind of stuff.”
“It’s ridiculous,” Bruce muttered again, crossing his arms. “I’d do it for you, obviously. But still.”
“You—” It took Clark a moment to register the words, the meaning, but when he did he felt that familiar pleasant tug at his heart, doing nothing to stop the grin spreading across his face, that light giddy feeling Bruce managed to pull from him at the most unexpected times spreading across his chest. All he could manage was a soft, “Oh,”
Bruce finally turned to him, eyebrow raised, scanning his face almost skeptically. “What?”
“No, it’s just…” he trailed off, smile softening as he reached forward to take Bruce’s hand in his own, squeezing gently. “That’s very sweet, B.”
Bruce just grunted, eyes dropping to his lap, but there was color dancing along his cheeks now. “I’d end the world for you. I can handle getting past airport security.”
Clark just laughed, soft and easy, letting their hands rest where they were, warm and intertwined. “You’re adorable.”
“Hn.” He turned his attention back to the movie, the next few moments passing in comfortable silence before he spoke again. “I still think it’s stupid when they do it in the movies.”
“It is a little.”
“They might let me through security without a boarding pass,” Bruce mused, ignoring Clark’s chuckling. “Especially the Gotham Airport.”
Clark gave up on watching the rest of the movie, turning his full attention to his boyfriend. “They might.”
“Well,” Bruce said, leaning back against the couch cushions. “We’ll just have to see if you ever decide to run away and catch an impromptu flight across the country.”
“I can fly, Bruce,” Clark reminded him, raising their joined hands to place a chaste kiss to Bruce’s knuckles. He smiled, catching blue eyes before softly adding, “And I’m not going anywhere without you.”
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