♗ and Superbat for that meme??? <3
Bruce/Clark: One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap
The voice that drags him back to consciousness sounds distant, but it’s firm and familiar, commanding attention. “You have to stay awake,” it repeats. Gentle fingers stroke his cheek before cupping it. “Open your eyes. I need you to stay awake. Kal.”
It’s a struggle, but he manages to pry his heavy eyelids open, meeting Bruce’s gaze. Lying supine with his head in Bruce’s lap, he doesn’t recall ever feeling this tired. “You just can’t stop yourself from barking orders at me, can you?” Clark says through cracked lips, feeling them split as his mouth quirks in a half-smile.
“If only you listened,” Bruce gripes back, carding his fingers through Clark’s hair, pushing the sweaty strands away from his eyes. He has his cowl off, face covered in soot, an ugly gash running from his temple to his ear. His breathing is laboured, and Clark doesn’t need X-ray vision to determine at least one of his ribs is cracked. The bullet wound in his shoulder bleeds onto the ‘S’ shield on Clark’s chest, a slow drip of red against yellow.