Who: Clark and Dick What: Dreams and window breakage Where: Their place When: 1/8/21 Warnings: Low Status: Complete
Christmas had been a quiet affair, in a manner of speaking. He’d done his thing with his family and with Dick. Despite the fact that there had been leftovers, he’d still cooked. New Year’s had been a time for just the two of them. He wasn’t one for drinking, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have sparkling cider or something. Anything that was non-alcoholic. To be honest? The firefighter didn’t see the point in drinking just to drink. Though, if Dick wanted something a bit stronger he wouldn’t have stopped him.
For now, however, he was content to lay in bed and just watch him sleep. Oh, he was pretty sure that the other wasn’t fully asleep, but he liked watching him anyway. It was still so surreal that they’d even ended up together, but he couldn’t have been happier. Nor would he change it for the world. Would he change what had brought Dick to his door, yes. He didn’t like anyone getting hurt. Much less his best friend and someone he cared a great deal about.
It’s a soft whisper almost as he watches the other, reaching out to brush fingers lightly through his hair.
Dick was more than fine with quiet, after the end of the year had been so chaotic he wasn’t looking for large affairs. He’d gotten comfortable with all this domestic stuff, it was weird but nice. He wasn’t nearly as freaked out as he’d been at the beginning, when his mind had initially been doing crazy somersaults in the Olympic category of whether or not he deserved to be happy at all. He’d had a couple of drinks New Years eve, he’d been gifted a few strong liquors on Christmas he wanted to try. But it wasn’t like it’d gotten him completely drunk, only a bit buzzed and able to participate in whatever shenanigans they got up to. They were tasting liquors, not the type one got completely smashed on.
He hadn’t been in a deep sleep, but it was deep enough for more Dreams. Dreams of Bludhaven and corruption at its finest. When a vigilante was the most honest thing in the city, it was concerning. He wasn’t a deep sleeper, but the combination of touch and voice woke him. He didn’t move yet. His arm still around the other man.
“Morning.” He wasn’t much of a morning person, but if it meant more of waking up by Clark he could get accustomed to it. Tired eyes watched him like a content cat might. Just registering the world around him.
There was a part of Clark that wondered if Kryptonians could even get drunk like humans could. Not that he ever wanted to test that theory out. That was something he was good with leaving in the memories, dreams or wherever they were for him. Besides, he knew that if it came down to it, he could ask Dick. His boyfriend could tell him quite a bit. Or about the Clark he knew.
"Morning," he says again with a bit of grin. "Late night, Dick?" It's asked with a hint of amusement in his tone. "Because you still look tired, but we're not staying in bed all day."
“D’you have to move so loud?” Okay, so he had a bit of a hangover. It was some good booze he’d been given. “Feels like it. Nearly got blown up.” He rolled his eyes, realizing without context it was probably confusing, but being too hungover to actually give any was another thing all together. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked at him with much less amusement than he was being given.
“Why not? Bed good.” If given his way he’d stay in it all day long. He was a night person, not so much a fan of the morning sun. It usually meant his shift ended and bed time was about to occur. And last night? It felt like it. Even if physically he hadn’t even gone out. He’d opted to stay in with the boyfriend, which was new. Normally he wanted control over the nightlife of Orange county. This whole low key thing was a new experience for him.
"I'm going to move even louder in a minute," Clark states teasingly. It was a bit obvious that his boyfriend had a bit of a hangover. That was Dick's own fault on that one, though. He does, however, raise a brow at the blown up comment. "What do you mean nearly got blown up?" Without much context, that didn't sound good.
He shakes his head," Right now? Bed bad. Food good." There was no way in hell that he could stay in bed all day, or let Dick do so either. They would get up, get cleaned up and eat. Then enjoy the day together.
"Why do you hate me?" he asked with a whine as he, for the moment, refused to move. He only held onto him more in fact, trying to keep Clark from moving as much as possible. Though, with super strength that wasn't much at all. "Dreams, went poking around the mafia scum of Bludhaven and they didn't appreciate it. Now my ears are ringing as much as everything else." Thanks to the whole hangover thing.
Finally he does move to get more comfortable, and tried to make his entire body stop hurting. The side of his face had a little raw scratch on it that bled. Dream injuries, so fun when they crossed over." Ow. " he touched it and moved his hand away when he felt the warm liquid on his hand. They were only surface at least, but hurt like hell.
"If I hated you, then I wouldn't feed you," Clark points out. How did that saying go? If you don't feed the animal, it would leave you be. If you fed the animal then it would keep showing up. The saying went something like that. Though, he shakes his head trying not to smile," Well, your head and ears probably hate you a little bit after last night."
He frowns slightly at the 'ow' and takes Dick's chin in his hand turning his head towards him a bit. "Luckily, that doesn't look deep enough to need stitches. We are getting up out of the bed, though. That way I can clean that up and put a bandage over it." Clark can't remember any dream injuries that he, himself, had but that didn't mean he wanted someone else getting them. Much less his boyfriend.
“Huh?” His brain was a little slow on the connection, but Clark seemed amused about it so he just shook it off with an eye roll and frowned. “A little. But the whiskey was good.” The captain had given him a good solid aged whiskey, and he was a sucker for a good drink. “I used to be able to handle a lot more before you came along, think I’m soft now.” He smirked. He had no reason to drink, he wasn’t lonely or sad anymore.
As he sat up and Clark turned him towards him. “Still stings like mad.” There was ash in the injury that had obviously been from fire. A bit of it on his body in various places. Strange how these things worked out sometimes. “Ooh, can we play doctor while you’re at it?” He couldn’t help himself.
"Nevermind," Clark says with a bit of a chuckle. It would probably come to Dick soon enough what the Kryptonian meant. "I'm sure it was," he tells him. Not that he drank any, if at all. He didn't see the point in it. Or maybe it just didn't affect him. One of these days he'd find out which it was. "Have you? Gone soft, that is?"
He gets up and picks his boyfriend up despite the fact that Dick could stand on his own two feet. "I bet it does," he states softly. "Actually, we might as well get you cleaned up all together. You look like you've been in the middle of a damn fire, not an explosion."
He rarely minded being picked up by Clark. It amused him most of the time. Unless he really didn’t want to be somewhere, but fact was, he wasn’t going to complain if it meant the stinging would stop. “Yep, your fault. But It’s okay. Pretty much just drank when I was miserable before. Which was often.” Ever since Clark he hadn’t really had much reason to drink or get drunk. “Now I don’t even think I could beat an old lady at drinking.” He smirked. “You know I can walk right?” Dick asked curiously as he was lifted like he weighed nothing out of bed.
“That's a no on the doctor thing?” He hadn’t responded, but Dick still teased him as he was lifted up. “Going to paint me like one of your French girls?” He stuck out a leg as if to emphasize the point of being a fancy person or something. The dream hadn’t been all that much fun, but he was better knowing it was just a dream. Nobody had actually been blown up. At least that he was aware of.
"I'll take responsibility for that then," he tells him. Honestly, he didn't mind taking responsibility for something like that. If Dick wasn't miserable or sad then that was a good thing. He could handle being the reason for that. He does, however, give a bit of a chuckle at the question. "I know you can, but this is quicker."
Clark tries not to laugh and shakes his head," No, no doctor thing." He does laugh at the whole paint me like one of your French girls, though. That's something he couldn't help but laugh about. "How bad is it stinging right now?"
He had been since Ruby was killed last year. He actually hated going home to that big empty house and often ended up drinking if nothing distracted him. It wasn't the best existence ever. He was not a drunk by any means. He'd found lots of distraction, but there were those times when he had nothing and fell into a drink. "You just like carrying me, I'm sure that's it." He was honestly fine with it. He didn't fight at all. He was pretty sure if he did Clark would actually put him down, but he liked being touched by him in any capacity.
"Fun ruiner. You know, sometimes I'm into the role playing thing." Dick was no stranger to kinky bedroom fun. He drew a slender finger against his jawline suggestively. Amused eyes watching him laugh. "Not as much now." he was distracted by the Kryptonian. Not paying the injury much mind at all.
"Maybe I do."
Actually, he had to admit that he liked carrying Dick around. Even if he hadn't of had his super strength, he still would've liked doing it. Maybe it was the connection between them or maybe due to something else. There was no telling the reasons why. He couldn't even give himself a reason to the why behind it. That much was probably a little obvious, possibly.
His cheeks go a bit pink at the mention of being into that role playing thing. That wasn't something Clark had ever actually thought about. Why would he? "Is that what you're into?" He asks, that blush just deepening a bit more.
Once to the bathroom, though, he sets the other down on the toilet seat so he can grab a soaped up wet cloth, especially since that cut needed cleaned out.
Lucky for him, Dick was also okay with it. He didn't fight him. In fact he was amused by everything just then, right down to the blush on his face. "I just might be. Why do you think I really run around at night in tight Kevlar." a cattish grin on his face as he teased him further. "Never thought of role playing before have you? It might involve handcuffs." He watched his expression. Teasing Clark was his favorite thing to do, but literally he wasn't lying about liking that stuff. Dick could be quite kinky if given the right partner.
"You know I can get out of nearly any handcuffs you put me in? " he'd been trained. In fact it took all his will power not to do so when he was actually arrested. If he'd done so his name wouldn't have been cleared and he'd just have remained a framed man. Of course when he'd been drugged six different ways, his ability to escape had been impacted. But that was another story. Dick looked up at him as he was sat down and just watched him curiously.
"Hey, no one really knows why you run around," he states with a bit of a chuckle. No one could know that but Dick Grayson. Well, him and whoever he told about it, at the very least. He shakes his head at the question. Role playing and sex, in general, had never been something that had ever really been on his mind. "Wouldn't that be cheating a bit, considering my strength?" Both of them could get out of handcuffs just fine.
He smiles a little," So, why use something that you can get out of so easily?" He was genuinely curious about that. Not that he'd ever want Dick stuck in handcuffs. Much less what the other had gone through. Something that still pissed him off, but he's trying not to really think about that.
Of course he knew why, but all the same he rolled his eyes at Clark’s comment and smirked. “The whole point is it’s pretend. Not actually meant to hold you.” Granted he wasn’t sure how he’d react to handcuffs now, but in the past they’d been fun. He hadn’t even been able to go back to the station yet and collect what things he’d left behind. There were other versions of role play though. So many things to explore.
“You’ve never tried anything like that?...We’ll have to change this.” He didn’t tease him about the not trying, if he hadn’t it was fine but Dick was the experimental type. Poor Clark was bound to be introduced to something interesting that he liked that would be fun for both of them. The injury on his face had stopped bleeding by now at least. He’d been doing so much better since being locked up. Though he was still missing some memories, at least now he wasn’t trying to fight it as much.
Honestly? Clark couldn't see pretending to be someone's captive as fun. Then again, things like that brought up bad memories now. Like Dick's false imprisonment. The marks that had been on his wrists. It made the Kryptonian see red. There was probably even a hint of red in those eyes before it dies down to nothing, returning and staying their normal color.
He cleans up the mark trying to be as gentle as possible, making sure to get him good and cleaned up, then bandaging it up as well," No. I've never tried anything like that." Why would he of tried it? Before dating Dick, he hadn't really gotten into any serious relationships. His job as a firefighter had been his serious relationship. Not a person.
"Why don't you change and we'll grab something to eat. I can cook or we can go to the little diner we like."
“Well, we’ll have to fix that.” He smiled a bit and turned to kiss him. “Thanks.” Dick had a bit of a headache from the dream, but nothing he wouldn’t live through. “There are lots of fun things we can do if you’re curious.” He stood, giving him a little wink as he stood to go change. “Either sounds good to me. I’m flexible.” He nearly made a comment about being flexible in bed but was distracted by something shiny sitting on the small table by their bed. He walked toward the objects and picked them up. Two black and blue gauntlets, they were definitely in his color scheme. They had to be his. Dick slipped them on, and they fit perfectly.
“Cool.” He commented with a grin and went to pull out a new shirt to wear. When he moved his arms to pull on the shirt however, a blast of pure energy struck the window nearby and caused it to shatter. He ducked to avoid flying glass, wide eyed at it. That was new, had Clark done it? Last he knew, Superman didn’t have blue rays of some kind of energy that sparked like electricity. He looked down at his fingers, and the stripes on the gloves were in fact vibrating with a soft blue glow in the fabric. It was some kind of integrated technology.
"You're welcome." Clark wasn't sure if he was curious about things in the bedroom or not yet. Though, they would eventually get to that. He does, however, smile at the mention of being flexible. "Then I'll cook breakfast." He kisses him before turning to head downstairs, listening to Dick as he found something. Even if he's not entirely sure what it was that he'd found.
However, hearing the shattering glass has him heading right back upstairs. Obviously, he hadn't done it. Not when he'd started towards the stairs and hadn't seen what Dick had even picked up. Seeing the shards of glass on the floor, those eyes watch him," Are you alright?"
Dick hadn't seen him go down stairs obviously, he didn't realize it was him that had made the window explode until he heard Clark's voice behind him and nodded as he stood up again. "Uh, yeah.. Yeah I'm fine." he was a little surprised by the window but who wouldn't have been? "Guess the Dream fairy decided I was due for a suit upgrade. My old gauntlets didn't do this." He motioned toward the window as he carefully removed them and the vibrant glow dulled down silently as if they powered off. They were cool to the touch, so he assumed they did and he held them out for Clark to see.
"I think they shut off. I thought it was you that did that, but obviously now I know it wasn't." he was in awe of the new gear, Dick had always done things the old fashion way, without tech or too many weapons. He had escrima sticks but they weren't high voltage.
Clark had only started to head downstairs when the window exploded. Otherwise, it probably would've taken him a bit longer to get back up to the room. Though, they'd have to get a repairman out to fix the window. He might be handy when it came to fixing things, but there was a part of himself that didn't trust it now. Not when his super strength was added into the mix.
He takes the gauntlets and runs his fingers over them, letting his x-ray vision show him the insides of them before giving a nod. "They seem pretty neat, actually. Whoever designed them, the wiring on the inside isn't overly done either." He kisses Dick before handing the gauntlets back," Lets get a tarp over the window and then we'll head down to eat. Then I'll have to either call a repairman for the window, or we'll have to go out and get one."
“I’d offer to fix the window, but...you know that would probably just mean calling a guy.” He gave him a little lopsided grin. Considering that was how their relationship started, Clark volunteering to come fix all the crap that was broken at Dick’s place. God only knew how that place was going just now.
“Right? I kinda can’t wait to see what they can do.” He’d never imagined he’d get such a fancy suit upgrade. The wires inside were very minimal, someone much smarter at this kind of thing than him had done it. Dick was no slouch when it came to computers and technology, but he wasn’t a tech genius or anything. He didn’t come up with it obviously. “Sorry about that. I wouldn’t have put it past me to just put in fancy lights and call it good. I didn’t realize they’d do that much damage.” He took them back and returned the kiss, taking his hand for a moment with one of his free ones. This was something he never imagined he’d be doing with Clark, but he wasn’t complaining at all.
"I might just call someone to come fix it anyway," He says with a bit of a chuckle. It really all depended on his mood. Whether or not he wanted to just get it done and over with, or have someone else take time out to do it. Either way wouldn't have mattered, if he were being honest with himself.
He gives his hand a squeeze before giving a chuckle," I'm sure you'll find a way to test them out. For now, though, we're going to grab a tarp out of the garage and put it over the window. Then I'm going to clean up the glass and we're going to go downstairs and eat breakfast."
Dick shrugged at that, he didn't care if Clark wanted to repair a window. Hell, he didn't." Oh, well okay then. So I don't feel completely awful then. " He knew Clark couldn't be hurt by glass, unlike him but he still worried about him. It was part of the boyfriend job.
"Okay okay." Bed sounded like the better plan, but Clark didn't seem to want to leave him in there all day in spite of protest. So he put the gauntlets down on the table again for now. "Lead the way."