[ it's everything that had been building up inside him since that halloween night; the nightmares, the guilt, the betrayal. he'd spent a long time in the dark crying for his heroes. for someone to catch him when he collapsed on the bloodstained concrete every time joker cut him down.
it's selfish that he's back to his own trauma and unable to even consider bruce’s, except as something to beg for. if he was sorry for what he'd done, if he promised to be better, maybe none of it would be true.
he cries until he can't speak, racking, tearing sobs that hurt his throat and his chest, until breathing hurts and every inhalation is a ragged gasp. he cries for a long time, exhausting himself. when he's finished he's still clinging, face buried against clark's chest like that will somehow hide him.
all that bravado and bitterness is somewhere else right now. the fact that they're in one of his burner apartments, the fact that this isn't even his clark, the fact that he'd only ever been a furious asshole to him, the fact that technically bruce and alfred are already gone are just set aside for the moment. all he can think about is rescue. ]
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it's selfish that he's back to his own trauma and unable to even consider bruce’s, except as something to beg for. if he was sorry for what he'd done, if he promised to be better, maybe none of it would be true.
he cries until he can't speak, racking, tearing sobs that hurt his throat and his chest, until breathing hurts and every inhalation is a ragged gasp. he cries for a long time, exhausting himself. when he's finished he's still clinging, face buried against clark's chest like that will somehow hide him.
all that bravado and bitterness is somewhere else right now. the fact that they're in one of his burner apartments, the fact that this isn't even his clark, the fact that he'd only ever been a furious asshole to him, the fact that technically bruce and alfred are already gone are just set aside for the moment. all he can think about is rescue. ]