He heard the crowd go totally silent for a heartbeat, and then pandemonium broke out in the little high school gym as every spectator (all sixty-odd of them) leapt to their feet simultaneously, screaming.
*screams along with the crowd* WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Clark opened the boxes and felt his jaw drop. Inside were...t-shirts. A stack of shirts in royal blue, with a design in red: a stylized image of himself caught in the moment of breaking Slipknot's ropes, his chest and biceps straining. Over his head was written "Man of Steel."
"Bruce--"
"There are only fifty," Bruce rode over his words, sounding apologetic and somehow flustered. "I know it's presumptuous of me, but I came up with the idea late that night, and I happen to have a sweet deal with a silkscreener, so I just decided it was easier to get forgiveness than permission and sent the design off to him and, well, here they are. If you'd let me help with your mortgage, I might not have done it," he said defensively at Clark's expression. "But you need a shirt, and--"
The shirt is PERFECT, and flustered!Bruce is LOVE. This is fantastic.
"Irons," the girl said. "Natasha Irons. My dad's a big fan too, but he probably wouldn't admit it."
SQUEEEEE! Natasha!
"How many fake twenties are you going to hand out tonight, anyway? You look like a spendthrift."
...hm. ARE they fake?
He pulled off his sweatshirt and Clark stopped cold, staring at his torso, where a variety of bruises were already rising under the skin, a pattern of pain etched onto flesh.
A pattern that perfectly matched each and every bruise on Clark's own body.
BRUCE!
...I probably shouldn't find this as romantic as I do. ^_^;;; But good god, the control, the absolute genius it would take to pull that off...
"No, that's a different guy," Eddie said seriously, then grinned. "Man walks over, man walks under, In times of war he burns asunder. What is it?"
Guy groaned. "Do I care?"
"A bridge," said Bruce.
Eddie pointed at him. "Curses, foiled again," he chortled. "Don't burn your bridges, boys," he said, walking off with a wave.
Okay, this was also PERFECT. <3<3<3
"Welcome back, boys," said Lex Luthor.
SQUEE! Wait, I mean, "BOO! Luthor!" But holy shit, things are getting exciting, now. Luthor! As the boss! You set this up perfectly, by the way. It had a terrific impact.
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*screams along with the crowd* WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Clark opened the boxes and felt his jaw drop. Inside were...t-shirts. A stack of shirts in royal blue, with a design in red: a stylized image of himself caught in the moment of breaking Slipknot's ropes, his chest and biceps straining. Over his head was written "Man of Steel."
"Bruce--"
"There are only fifty," Bruce rode over his words, sounding apologetic and somehow flustered. "I know it's presumptuous of me, but I came up with the idea late that night, and I happen to have a sweet deal with a silkscreener, so I just decided it was easier to get forgiveness than permission and sent the design off to him and, well, here they are. If you'd let me help with your mortgage, I might not have done it," he said defensively at Clark's expression. "But you need a shirt, and--"
The shirt is PERFECT, and flustered!Bruce is LOVE. This is fantastic.
"Irons," the girl said. "Natasha Irons. My dad's a big fan too, but he probably wouldn't admit it."
SQUEEEEE! Natasha!
"How many fake twenties are you going to hand out tonight, anyway? You look like a spendthrift."
...hm. ARE they fake?
He pulled off his sweatshirt and Clark stopped cold, staring at his torso, where a variety of bruises were already rising under the skin, a pattern of pain etched onto flesh.
A pattern that perfectly matched each and every bruise on Clark's own body.
BRUCE!
...I probably shouldn't find this as romantic as I do. ^_^;;; But good god, the control, the absolute genius it would take to pull that off...
"No, that's a different guy," Eddie said seriously, then grinned. "Man walks over, man walks under, In times of war he burns asunder. What is it?"
Guy groaned. "Do I care?"
"A bridge," said Bruce.
Eddie pointed at him. "Curses, foiled again," he chortled. "Don't burn your bridges, boys," he said, walking off with a wave.
Okay, this was also PERFECT. <3<3<3
"Welcome back, boys," said Lex Luthor.
SQUEE! Wait, I mean, "BOO! Luthor!" But holy shit, things are getting exciting, now. Luthor! As the boss! You set this up perfectly, by the way. It had a terrific impact.
I love this series SO MUCH.