Bruce doesn't think that Clark's trying to kiss him. He has no idea what Clark's trying to do, so he holds still and watches him, even when their foreheads touch and he's so close that his vision blurs; his brain which already can pass for a very bristly batcomputer goes into a bit of a beep-boop what the fuck setting for a moment, but it's not enough to dent his mood of quiet anger.
"You are behaving as though you don't know," Bruce says, his voice quiet but not whispered, the same as it was when he spoke a moment before. He thinks he should probably step away, but a tiny part of him cautions against it, holding motionless in front of a t-rex like in that movie Tim puts on that he always drifts off in the middle of. "I am losing sleep over your lack of discretion not because I want to be left alone, but because you have no concern for your own safety. It takes one opportunistic bastard who recognizes you and all the little genial innocuous things you're saying to all these nice people, and you won't see it coming, and you don't know what it's like being on the other side of that, Clark."
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"You are behaving as though you don't know," Bruce says, his voice quiet but not whispered, the same as it was when he spoke a moment before. He thinks he should probably step away, but a tiny part of him cautions against it, holding motionless in front of a t-rex like in that movie Tim puts on that he always drifts off in the middle of. "I am losing sleep over your lack of discretion not because I want to be left alone, but because you have no concern for your own safety. It takes one opportunistic bastard who recognizes you and all the little genial innocuous things you're saying to all these nice people, and you won't see it coming, and you don't know what it's like being on the other side of that, Clark."