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Everyone else knew to clear out of the infirmary when Superman had that look on his face.
It wasn't the first time, of course: Big Blue was never a fan of people getting hurt and even LESS a fan of people getting hurt because they'd pulled ridiculous stupid stunts. Those people usually, usually were not Batman, however, which meant that this was not only an issue between the leadership of the Justice League (minus Diana, who was home on some family business and had missed the whole affair) but there was also a damn good chance that there was going to be a fight between exceptionally passionate life partners.
Thus the 'clearing out' had been more... the entire floor and most of that side of the Watchtower satellite. Because everyone knew by this point that when Clark and Bruce went at it, it was going to get loud and personal.
The only one who didn't was Lar Gand, recently joined to the League. Clark's friend from when he'd been a teenager, the Daxamite had decided to lend his aid to Earth since his allergy to lead had been cured not long ago, enabling him to leave the Phantom Zone. The two had been spending a decent amount of time with one another, Lar exploring the world that was now available to him, and Clark enjoying the company of someone he'd never thought he'd get to see in person again. The two had clicked back together almost automatically, like two peas in a pod, and that was why he tried to follow Clark as he made his way to see his... well, Lar wasn't sure what he and the Batman were, exactly, but Clark had assured him that the other man was deeply important to him.
"I doubt you're going to be doing anything inappropriate with him right now, Kal," Lar pointed out as they walked through the doors towards Bruce's room. Clark didn't speak, still too angry, before turning his head towards the room.
"Oh, trust me, that's not where my mind has gone," Clark explained with a bit of a sigh, just the barest edge of a snarl at his lips. :"And I appreciate it, really I do. But I need to talk to my--" a breath in "to Bruce alone."
Lar winced but nodded, leaving as requested as Clark made his way into Bruce's room. Bruce's room where he was laid up with any number of machines checking to make sure he wouldn' tbe dying in the forseable future.
"You want to explain what in the seven hells that cowboy show was, Bruce? I'm all ears."
It wasn't the first time, of course: Big Blue was never a fan of people getting hurt and even LESS a fan of people getting hurt because they'd pulled ridiculous stupid stunts. Those people usually, usually were not Batman, however, which meant that this was not only an issue between the leadership of the Justice League (minus Diana, who was home on some family business and had missed the whole affair) but there was also a damn good chance that there was going to be a fight between exceptionally passionate life partners.
Thus the 'clearing out' had been more... the entire floor and most of that side of the Watchtower satellite. Because everyone knew by this point that when Clark and Bruce went at it, it was going to get loud and personal.
The only one who didn't was Lar Gand, recently joined to the League. Clark's friend from when he'd been a teenager, the Daxamite had decided to lend his aid to Earth since his allergy to lead had been cured not long ago, enabling him to leave the Phantom Zone. The two had been spending a decent amount of time with one another, Lar exploring the world that was now available to him, and Clark enjoying the company of someone he'd never thought he'd get to see in person again. The two had clicked back together almost automatically, like two peas in a pod, and that was why he tried to follow Clark as he made his way to see his... well, Lar wasn't sure what he and the Batman were, exactly, but Clark had assured him that the other man was deeply important to him.
"I doubt you're going to be doing anything inappropriate with him right now, Kal," Lar pointed out as they walked through the doors towards Bruce's room. Clark didn't speak, still too angry, before turning his head towards the room.
"Oh, trust me, that's not where my mind has gone," Clark explained with a bit of a sigh, just the barest edge of a snarl at his lips. :"And I appreciate it, really I do. But I need to talk to my--" a breath in "to Bruce alone."
Lar winced but nodded, leaving as requested as Clark made his way into Bruce's room. Bruce's room where he was laid up with any number of machines checking to make sure he wouldn' tbe dying in the forseable future.
"You want to explain what in the seven hells that cowboy show was, Bruce? I'm all ears."
