( right. different worlds, different times -- the representative explained all that. so maybe it's better to be careful? )
Hi! Is this weird? It might be weird I'm sorry if it is, but --
Do you know me? It's Kara.
Hi! Is this weird? It might be weird I'm sorry if it is, but --
Do you know me? It's Kara.
First Bruce, now--
Kara? What're YOU doing here?
And of course I know you. We're cousins.
Or I have a cousin named Kara and this is a very odd coincidence.
Kara? What're YOU doing here?
And of course I know you. We're cousins.
Or I have a cousin named Kara and this is a very odd coincidence.
I was also an asshole.
I owe you an apology.
I owe you an apology.
( there's no note accompanying, Ilde had just recalled she had some of these pieces typed up (for Jonathan Crane, originally, because the world is very strange) and thought she'd send him a few pieces before he commits to reading the whole collection.
attachments: lamplight, a long-form piece about female beauty and maintenance, a study of a particular woman (possibly a sex worker or a dancer; the poem doesn't make it obvious), her routine, her sexuality as performed for an audience and the contrast of how intimate it is to be in her company in her dressing room while aware that this, too, is a different kind of performance.
severance package discusses in starkly clinical terms the end of a relationship where the other party felt more strongly than she did and contains the line to me you were never the giant
that you believed yourself to be which isn't not a dick joke, i am sorry.
sense and sensuality grapples with the madonna/whore complex, ilde's own performative sexuality and personal gratification, the particular experience of being casually exposed to discussions and performances of sexuality from a very early age, the awareness of what she's doing when she plays to the ingenuous baby face she has while fucking older men, and contains the line i have not battled my demons. i have invited them in; i have given them names. )
attachments: lamplight, a long-form piece about female beauty and maintenance, a study of a particular woman (possibly a sex worker or a dancer; the poem doesn't make it obvious), her routine, her sexuality as performed for an audience and the contrast of how intimate it is to be in her company in her dressing room while aware that this, too, is a different kind of performance.
severance package discusses in starkly clinical terms the end of a relationship where the other party felt more strongly than she did and contains the line to me you were never the giant
that you believed yourself to be which isn't not a dick joke, i am sorry.
sense and sensuality grapples with the madonna/whore complex, ilde's own performative sexuality and personal gratification, the particular experience of being casually exposed to discussions and performances of sexuality from a very early age, the awareness of what she's doing when she plays to the ingenuous baby face she has while fucking older men, and contains the line i have not battled my demons. i have invited them in; i have given them names. )
Edited 2015-11-30 09:54 (UTC)
For his part, Clark takes a moment to take a look at what she'd sent, reads through it and spends part of his morning considering both the language, the woman who'd chosen it, and the thoughts themselves.
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2015-12-03 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
What the hell am I doing.
It's what he thinks into about fifteen minutes of not thinking anything at all; he was very carefully not thinking the entire way over here and the entire silent process of getting into the apartment. Bruce can evade just about anyone and anything's detection - he has, on one or two occasions, managed to sneak up on Clark. He's done something akin to this before and now... now, he wonders if maybe he didn't actually get away with it.
He doesn't want to think about it.
Bruce is sitting on the sofa of Clark's apartment, head tilted back, staring at the ceiling. Across from him, Clark is asleep. Hopefully Clark will continue to be asleep by the time Bruce is done having a quiet breakdown or whatever the fuck he's currently doing and can leave. When did Clark get such an ugly houseplant, he wonders, when no corner of his mind will offer up an answer to his initial inquiry.
It's what he thinks into about fifteen minutes of not thinking anything at all; he was very carefully not thinking the entire way over here and the entire silent process of getting into the apartment. Bruce can evade just about anyone and anything's detection - he has, on one or two occasions, managed to sneak up on Clark. He's done something akin to this before and now... now, he wonders if maybe he didn't actually get away with it.
He doesn't want to think about it.
Bruce is sitting on the sofa of Clark's apartment, head tilted back, staring at the ceiling. Across from him, Clark is asleep. Hopefully Clark will continue to be asleep by the time Bruce is done having a quiet breakdown or whatever the fuck he's currently doing and can leave. When did Clark get such an ugly houseplant, he wonders, when no corner of his mind will offer up an answer to his initial inquiry.
It's not that Bruce isn't incredibly skilled at infiltration. He is, and if he was anyone else with the same amount of skill... well, Clark would probably have them against the ceiling. As it is, it's Bruce. Bruce's smell and Bruce's heartbeat. Bruce is safe and Bruce is safety and that's why he's mostly asleep.
Mostly.
He shifts a little, just a little, and blearily opens one eye to blink at Bruce.
"Mmm?"
Mostly.
He shifts a little, just a little, and blearily opens one eye to blink at Bruce.
"Mmm?"
Edited 2015-12-03 07:11 (UTC)
Bruce has spent the better part of an hour sifting through real estate ads-- wanting to relocate and avoid any further harassment on government-owned property, given the particulars of his life here, and having the means between the stipend and employment. Every so often he enters something on his phone. He could easily be doing this alone, but there's no harm in sitting quietly in Clark's apartment while the other man works on whatever it is he's working on. Might even be a benefit in doing so.
Time goes on. There's no suggestion that things might be anything but fine; Bruce doesn't tense up or look concerned. Maybe there's a slight tell that something's changed, in how still he goes by degrees. But it's so barely-there.
"I need you to do something for me," Bruce says quietly. His tone is inscrutable.
Time goes on. There's no suggestion that things might be anything but fine; Bruce doesn't tense up or look concerned. Maybe there's a slight tell that something's changed, in how still he goes by degrees. But it's so barely-there.
"I need you to do something for me," Bruce says quietly. His tone is inscrutable.
Bruce is in his apartment, which means at least a small portion of his senses are focused on the man. When one considers that he's shrunken his focus to a single city for the most part, and that that attention is no longer focused on picking up crime while he's here, Clark has an ABUNDANCE of focus.
And it's Bruce. In his apartment.
He looks up and over at Bruce before Bruce even speaks.
"You know I'm always happy to help you, Bruce."
And it's Bruce. In his apartment.
He looks up and over at Bruce before Bruce even speaks.
"You know I'm always happy to help you, Bruce."
In the midst of Bruce rudely leaving things around Clark's apartment, a slip of paper ends up taped to his refrigerator door. Looping, detailed symbols in a neat print, the note - written in Kryptonese - says:
Let go of your worries
and be completely clear-hearted,
like the face of a mirror
that contains no images.
If you want a clear mirror,
behold yourself
and see the shameless truth
which the mirror reflects.
If metal can be polished
to a mirror-like finish,
what polishing might the mirror
of the heart require?
Between the mirror and the heart
is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets,
while the mirror does not.
Clark can't help but smile when he finds the slip of paper. It's... Bruce. 100% Bruce. An absent thought goes to the writing he'd been doing, to the character and the story he'd written around the love of someone who anyone from home would recognize as Bruce in a heartbeat. And all he can think is that no matter how many words he uses, he'll never able to aptly describe the way the man can make him feel sometimes.
He considers the note, considers where it is, and carefully slides a magnet atop the tape. It's not something he wants moved. It's a little piece of Bruce in the apartment when he's technically alone, a little reminder that he's loved when he starts getting down on himself. Yes, he'll shift over to one side, where he can see it easily while cooking. But he'll definitely keep it up.
One does not discount gifts like that one, after all.
He considers the note, considers where it is, and carefully slides a magnet atop the tape. It's not something he wants moved. It's a little piece of Bruce in the apartment when he's technically alone, a little reminder that he's loved when he starts getting down on himself. Yes, he'll shift over to one side, where he can see it easily while cooking. But he'll definitely keep it up.
One does not discount gifts like that one, after all.
( she's been thinking about this for a while now, and that combined with the conversation she just had with loki about different worlds and people knowing about other people from other worlds through fiction -
it just seems like an idea to combine two things, but she doesn't want to do it without hearing what clark has to say about it. )
hey Clark
if I were thinking of no longer hiding who I am, where I'm from, here
that would be all right, wouldn't it?
it just seems like an idea to combine two things, but she doesn't want to do it without hearing what clark has to say about it. )
hey Clark
if I were thinking of no longer hiding who I am, where I'm from, here
that would be all right, wouldn't it?
[It takes him a few minutes to respond before--]
I support whatever decision you make 100%. If that's what you feel you need to do, if that's what feels right to you, then you do what you need to do to MAKE it right.
Do you want to talk about it?
I support whatever decision you make 100%. If that's what you feel you need to do, if that's what feels right to you, then you do what you need to do to MAKE it right.
Do you want to talk about it?
Would it be too passive aggressive to make an addition to my contract that asks for everyone who's ever not listened to me suffer a very irritating twelve hours of continuous hiccups? Possibly choking on something tiny, non-fatally.
Perhaps a little.
And you'll start an epidemic of hiccups.
I'd add something like madness, chaos, cats and dogs living together and all, but it'd effect either Gotham or this place, so I doubt anyone would notice.
And you'll start an epidemic of hiccups.
I'd add something like madness, chaos, cats and dogs living together and all, but it'd effect either Gotham or this place, so I doubt anyone would notice.
You're certainly welcome, Bruce. Anytime.
Is everything all right?
Is everything all right?
i need your help
in a very important endeavour
there's this guy who's never had pecan pie in his life
will you help me make one
in a very important endeavour
there's this guy who's never had pecan pie in his life
will you help me make one
(after this.)
Tell him if he goes through with it I will finish what the Joker started. He wanted a successor, too.
[ hey clark buddy how's it going ]
Tell him if he goes through with it I will finish what the Joker started. He wanted a successor, too.
[ hey clark buddy how's it going ]
Edited 2016-02-04 06:18 (UTC)
You're better than that promise, Jason.
Because yes, he knows at this point. He's known for less than a day. And he's...
He's watching for now, listening. Waiting because he knows, knows that Bruce is overwhelmed. He'd been waiting him out, thinking that whatever business he'd handled with Dick had made him need a bit of alone time. But then he'd talked to Dick. And now--
Well, now he's waiting a little longer. But not much longer. He can't. For both their sakes.
And you should know better than to think threatening him will come to anything.
I'm going to talk to him.
Because yes, he knows at this point. He's known for less than a day. And he's...
He's watching for now, listening. Waiting because he knows, knows that Bruce is overwhelmed. He'd been waiting him out, thinking that whatever business he'd handled with Dick had made him need a bit of alone time. But then he'd talked to Dick. And now--
Well, now he's waiting a little longer. But not much longer. He can't. For both their sakes.
And you should know better than to think threatening him will come to anything.
I'm going to talk to him.
Edited 2016-02-04 06:28 (UTC)
Hey, favourite gross romantic. I struck out with my first try, what are you doing and can it be moving furniture really, really carefully? No rush. Let me know.
Moving furniture is one of my better skills.
When and where do you need me to show up?
When and where do you need me to show up?
Not too long after Bruce first showed Clark the puzzling cuddlr message from Barry - it's definitely puzzling, what the hell is going on here anymore - he's laying in bed sideways with his head against Clark's chest, looking up at his phone held above his face. This is quite possibly a waste of an afternoon, but things have been so strained lately he's happy enough to just lay around with the other man.
"What are you doing," he asks in a murmur. "I can feel you trying not to laugh."
"What are you doing," he asks in a murmur. "I can feel you trying not to laugh."
Clark had had one hand on Bruce's chest, but the other was holding a phone, which he turned to show Bruce.
Of course, his answers are on there as well, but the response to that has as much chance of being fun as getting a grumpy grunt. It helped that he found a grumpy grunt rather fun on its own.
Of course, his answers are on there as well, but the response to that has as much chance of being fun as getting a grumpy grunt. It helped that he found a grumpy grunt rather fun on its own.
hey Clark
I'm going to go home
just for a little while!
I'll be back soon but I still wanted to let you know
I'm going to go home
just for a little while!
I'll be back soon but I still wanted to let you know
bruce says you're camping
but i need visual proof
did he melt under the sun????
but i need visual proof
did he melt under the sun????
[The picture he gets in return is one of Bruce walking by a tent with Ace, clearly headed out on a quick dog walk. Clark, from the context of his spot, was clearly working on making them something to eat.]
He did not melt. He's actually enjoying it. WE'RE enjoying it.
How about you?
He did not melt. He's actually enjoying it. WE'RE enjoying it.
How about you?
[ it's already awkward before wally even hits send, because he's never really had an ... actual conversation with clark kent before. there have been the occasional debriefs, but nothing really ... personal. even if this isn't exactly personal, it's just checking in. figuring out what everyone knows and where they're from. (it's getting hard to keep track of.) but from what he gathered from bruce, definitely not from his universe, either. ]
heeeeyyy... clark...
uh
this is wally
west
im hoping that rings some bells
or else this is gonna be a pretty weird conversation
heeeeyyy... clark...
uh
this is wally
west
im hoping that rings some bells
or else this is gonna be a pretty weird conversation
Of course I know who you are, Wally.
I've just been a bit busy lately, so my apologies on slacking when it comes to checking in with you.
How are you? What can I do for you?
I've just been a bit busy lately, so my apologies on slacking when it comes to checking in with you.
How are you? What can I do for you?
CLARK KENT, you are a respected member of your Justice Thing and one of the main three big cheeses, that auto-slots you into Chief Hero in this dimension mainly because Captain America is also off-duty and you're probably way more fun than Rogers anyway. I'm calling it now.
As such, I come to you seeking advice from your goodly and reputable self!
Have you ever met a supervillain who had a happy ending?
As such, I come to you seeking advice from your goodly and reputable self!
Have you ever met a supervillain who had a happy ending?
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( there's no accompanying text message, just a picture - of bruce, slightly illicitly taken judging by the angle, trying on a pair of jeans. ilde has fought valiantly to prevent clark from being seen in public with somebody who wears dad jeans. you're fucking welcome.
his butt look good. )
his butt look good. )
You are braver than anyone will ever know.
Who am I inviting to your birthday party besides the usual suspects?
[ This is a perfectly acceptable way to announce Clark's getting a birthday party, yes. ]
[ This is a perfectly acceptable way to announce Clark's getting a birthday party, yes. ]
Are you actually throwing me a birthday party, or are you trying to find out who I've become close to while I've been here so you can investigate them for my own good?
Tried to follow your advice regarding Jason and it didn't really work.
Which one of the two? The angry one or the frustrated one?
About?
[is he worried about this? you bet.]
[is he worried about this? you bet.]
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