Got any v-day head canons for Clark and Bruce?
And now I expose just how embarrassingly long some asks end up sitting in my inbox. /o\ THIS WAS TIMELY WHEN IT WAS ASKED. I'M SO SORRY.
On to the answer itself ... I didn't, but now I feel moved to come up with some! ;D When you say Valentine's Day and Bruce/Clark, this is where my head goes:
And now I expose just how embarrassingly long some asks end up sitting in my inbox. /o\ THIS WAS TIMELY WHEN IT WAS ASKED. I'M SO SORRY.
On to the answer itself ... I didn't, but now I feel moved to come up with some! ;D When you say Valentine's Day and Bruce/Clark, this is where my head goes:
- I'm super ridiculously in love with the idea that they spend multiple Valentine's Days just orbiting each other "accidentally", like the failures they are. Like, Bruce Wayne sends chocolates to the Daily Planet office on Valentine's—AS A JOKE, OFC. Because they ran that ridiculous but complimentary piece on his eligible bachelordom in the society pages the week before! THAT'S ALL.
- (The chocolates are divided evenly among Clark's top three favorite flavors of ganache. Coincidentally.)
- They aren't dating, all right? They aren't dating, so even if Bruce Wayne should happen to get stood up and Clark should happen to be free and they should maybe run into each other at a restaurant and end up having dinner together on Valentine's Day, it's not a date. Because they aren't dating.
- (It doesn't matter how much their knees are touching under the table. That's irrelevant.)
- Maybe they're both free the next year, too; maybe they both found themselves thinking of last year in the week leading up to it, maybe they both catch themselves wondering whether it'll happen like that again; maybe they both tell themselves to stop being stupid, it's not like they can count on the other one being stuck dateless—
- (Maybe you aren't dateless, you boneheads.)
- Maybe it becomes kind of a thing, and maybe they let it. Maybe they start to feel oddly—entitled to each other's time, on Valentine's Day. Maybe one of them catches himself telling someone he's got plans, and then wondering whether he really does, whether he's making this into something it's not; and then the other one calls and happens to ask, conversational, about dinner—
- (And then of course it's some other utterly ordinary day, not Valentine's Day at all but a Thursday in May, a Monday in August, a Saturday in November, when it happens: when a bad reaction to Poison Ivy hits Bruce like sex pollen; when Clark's struck by a truth spell; when Bruce gets knocked into a universe where he and Clark have been married for years; when Clark falls asleep in the Cave and then wakes up fast enough to catch the look on Bruce's face, watching him—one way or another, it happens, and the next Valentine's Day, it is a date.)