If Clark had continued to hold onto him, Bruce would have broken. Whether he would have broken into violence or not was a question even he didn't have the answer to.
The fracture behind Clark's eyes hurt Bruce physically, got him right in the chest, but he didn't let that show.
He moved away from Clark again, and gathered up the pieces of Batman to put into their cabinet. Every move he made was slow, measured, and controlled. Right up until it wasn't.
Right up until he was closing the door to the case and instead slammed it so hard that the entire thing rattled. Just that one, tiny, lapse of emotion trying to break through.
"I'm taking a shower. Come with me or don't." He'd meant to tell Clark to get the fuck off his property. He clearly didn't want to, since an invitation to shower was what had come out instead.
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The fracture behind Clark's eyes hurt Bruce physically, got him right in the chest, but he didn't let that show.
He moved away from Clark again, and gathered up the pieces of Batman to put into their cabinet. Every move he made was slow, measured, and controlled. Right up until it wasn't.
Right up until he was closing the door to the case and instead slammed it so hard that the entire thing rattled. Just that one, tiny, lapse of emotion trying to break through.
"I'm taking a shower. Come with me or don't." He'd meant to tell Clark to get the fuck off his property. He clearly didn't want to, since an invitation to shower was what had come out instead.