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Log: Ongoing

When; 25th November, after this
Rating; PG at most?
Characters; Clark Kent

solared and Bruce Wayne

knightofgotham
Summary; Stubbornness seems to be a trait with all superheroes, no matter their age. After refusing to stay out of trouble, Bruce decides to take control of the situation and keep Clark out of the fray. By any means possible.
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It wasn't ever like Clark to so blatantly ignore advice he'd been given. Not at least without thinking over the situation first. But this time had been different. This time, he had a person who was, for all means and purposes, a stranger to him, telling him to abandon his friends when he could help.

He'd refused. Of course he'd refused. After all, the situation was affecting more people that he knew. There was a good chance more were going to get pulled into the fray, and if he could avoid even one person getting hurt, he'd do whatever he had to. Even if that meant letting Vash see what he was able to do. This wasn't Smallville anymore. It wasn't even Kansas. There were people there who could do things a lot more impressive than he could, after all. So why should he keep hiding when he could do something.

Unfortunately, Clark already knew one good reason. It was the same point he'd raised to Bruce, only to have it thrown back at him later. This was a place where they were known by many. Their strengths and their weaknesses. And with people like the Joker around...

But he'd made his decision, and he was going to stick by it, regardless. It didn't matter what Bruce said or did; he was going. He'd promised Vash, and he wasn't going to break that for anything. It was the very same promise that kept him hovering at the outskirts of the City, an ear and an eye open for any signs of a certain, red-coated citizen.

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Fortunately for Clark, there were things that most the people in the City didn't seem to know. While aware of the existence of apparently two very important icons in many worlds, they didn't seem to be the anxious fansorts that flooded comic book stores and arcades, obsessing about every little detail in the lives of the two individuals. That was beneficial.

What wasn't beneficial was that Clark was used to it. He wasn't used to a man who devoted every spare moment to devising ways to eliminate danger no matter what it took. No, Batman wasn't out to kill, and none of his methods were fatal in the right environment, but he had databases upon databases on what to do to eliminate threats from outside and within.

Clark was so young, so green. It was nice to know he understood to properly hide his greatest weakness to protect himself, but hiding it from being found by someone who had known him for over a decade? Bruce had taken it when he found it as a means to protect Clark from himself and his foolishness with having something so dangerous in his midst, but at this point, he was ready to use it against him to assure the greatest result of minimalized damage and casualty would be achieved.

Even as a teenager, he had the same habits as his older self. He was just a bit more bashful about it, it seemed. Bruce was fortunate to have the opportunity to be in that area when he begun his hunt, and wouldn't have noticed him at all if he had no idea what to look for.

Pinching his lower lip just so, he let out a sirened whistle to grab Clark's attention. If there was one thing he was unsure about, it was Clark's exact level of powers. If anything, Bruce would bank him to be several calibers above Superboy and Supergirl, which would make him more than adequate of a danger if he got to swinging before Bruce.

Bruce would just have to calculate on that small-town boy attitude of Clark's.

He was worried, definately. Other than their brief talk over the network, Clark hadn't spoken to Vash for a while. Ever since he'd left to go and find Wolfwood and Razlo. He knew to trust that the man knew what he was doing, but that didn't make the situation any easier. It never did. Every time someone had been so set on doing something similar before, they'd ended up paying a price with themself as the payment. Injury or worse. And in the short time he'd known the blond, he knew not to expect much less.

So at the sound of the whistle, Clark had felt an almost immediate relief. He was back, and at least he was- The thought died instantly as a different figure came into view. A familiar one, but one he didn't need to see just then. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly, clearly frustrated with Bruce. He really didn't seem to know when to quit, even after Clark's complete refusal.

He remained where he was for a few moments, simply staring back at the man. What was he expecting to happen? Did he think Clark was going to just change his mind and go back to the farm? Did he really think he could talk him out of helping his friends?

"I already gave you my answer." But despite his words, Clark began to close the gap between them a little, stopping only once he was close enough to be heard without shouting. Just because he was annoyed with Bruce, he wasn't about to go and make a mistake as big as yelling about their supposed alter-egos in a place like the City. "You shouldn't be here." For more reasons than just the obvious.

The finely dressed man paced closer as well to assist in the closing of the gap. It was sad that Bruce knew that even after so long of knowing one another, that was something Clark would still do to Bruce's beckoning. Even after knowing to what exact extreme the darker man was willing to go to, Clark still would have trusted him as much.

Bruce watched him with eyes far less bright than he had exposed to the City. They were dark and focused, and he was listening to every word as he watched every movement.

"No, maybe I shouldn't," Bruce said. His voice was octaves lower than any tone he'd used with the rest of the City. It was his real voice; the voice of the vigilante that was his true face.

His hands had been behind him, grasping the lead container of kryptonite, and as he said, "I'll leave when you do," he swung it around into sight and opened it, one hand dipping in to pull the warm rock out and expose it fully to the teenager. Nothing was said in following; nothing else was needed. Clark was smart, he'd know what Bruce was intending.

Something about the situation seemed off. Bruce didn't seem to be making a move to stop him, and he had to have known by now that Clark wasn't going to just change his mind. His want to help others couldn't have changed that much over the years. Watching the other man carefully, he frowned. What was he up to?

"I'm not leav-" His words were cut off as he stumbled slightly, managing to at least keep on his feet. Glancing down to the ground, he frowned. He didn't trip. He never stumbled. Only when-

His attention snapped back to Bruce, eyes widening at the sight of the rock that was held between them. Where had the man managed to find a piece of meteor rock? It'd taken a trade on his part, but somehow Bruce had been able to get a piece already? The kryptonite began glowing green, a reaction to his presence. And then he saw it. The box.

"You found...found it." Staggering away a few spaces, it took all he had to keep from falling backward, his energy leaving him and fast. He was tired, sleepy even, and he needed to get away from there. "...stop." He still had to go and help.

Bruce watched him, not moving from his spot as Clark staggered away. He wasn't there to kill him, he just needed to allow enough exposure to weaken the kid to a point Bruce's physical handiwork would actually be effective.

"You're acting irrationally, Clark," Bruce explained, still standing in place. "You act out like this, not only will you jeopardize yourself and everything you own, you will jeopardize those you care for. You will label them targets for those who would love to get ahold of you."

His eyes narrowed as he readjusted his grip on the piece of Kryptonite. "Your foolishness is best displayed by the fact that you are housing this, and in such an easy spot to locate that it barely took me a few minutes to spot it. Do you understand?"

It'd only been a few moments, and already it was a few too many. Another shaky step backward was made, albeit, one that he had to force his body to make. If he could make enough distance between him and the rock, then hopefully he could manage to leave. Or at the very least, recover enough to stand up straight again.

A hand rested on his knee, using it to keep himself upright for the time being, as he all but glared at Bruce. Protection or restraint; the man was exploiting his weakness in order to try and control him, no matter what cover he used for it.

"I'm doing this to protect them." The words came out with less power than usual, the strain of the situation coming through clear as day. "If someone tries to use them against me, then I'll stop them too." He knew he was being idealistic, but he refused to think otherwise. He would be there to protect as many people as he could, no matter the situation.

Looking back to the Kryptonite, Clark shook his head. "In this place, it's needed. You don't know what the curses can do." Turning the friendliest of people into cold-blooded murders had been one in a long list of reasons behind him wanting to aquire the piece of meteor rock. "No one knew it was there."

[ooc: I forgot to warn you~ In Smallville, Clark bounces back from Krypto-exposure in seconds...especially in the light. ~~I know in some continuities, it takes longer, so...~~]

[ooc: That...scares me. But in a good way. I'm going to need to see this now, darn you!

And sure, that sounds good to me! Otherwise, Clark's just going to keep trying to move away and flee~ ~~He also says that he expects Bruce to warn Vash he wont be there too. >__>~~]

[ooc: AKDJFH;A SO MUCH LOVE FOR YOU! SERIOUSLY. D= Batman is evil! ...even if it's a smart thing to do.

~~Psycho brother has a heart? =O~~]

"You can tell me later."

It was all he said, perhaps as a means to show Clark he wasn't intending to kill him. He really didn't, but his reasons were solid; or so the Batman believed. Clark's intent was honorable, but simply impractical. Especially when Bruce's own observations of the situation told him that those associated with Livio and Razlo seemed to know what they were doing. It wasn't a fight either man was prepared for, and certainly not one they could claim as their own, after all.

He dropped the cannister he was carrying the kryptonite in to the ground, and swept in towards Clark quickly. His motions were fluid and trained, again, just so very different from the bubbly boy billionaire he was conveying to the rest of the City.

His hands grasped the rock tightly between them, and in a hammer-swinging motion, brought his arms around, right for the side of Clark's face. Not to slam the rock into him, but to slam his body into him. Bruce was on a mission to render Clark completely unconscious and drag him to the farm to keep him there until things passed outside, and he'd take as many blows as he needed, even if it meant beating the teenager bloody to get him down.

It felt as though he was moving in slow motion, dragging his legs backward another step, and then another. But it wasn't doing any use. Not when he was moving at such a slow pace and Bruce was practically speeding toward him.

He was meant to be going to meet Vash now. Not being attacked in the middle of the street by a man he was supposed to end up an ally to. This wasn't a fight he wanted, and yet it didn't seem to be going away. Not whilst Bruce was so set on trying to stop him from helping.

Looking up blearily to the man, the flash of green told him all he needed to know. Doing his best to move away he took another painful step, but it was too little too late. He was on his knees seconds later, the blow enough to stop him from standing. Raising an arm toward Bruce, a combination of trying to keep the man away and trying to stop him altogether, Clark took a few deep breaths. "Bruce...s-stop."

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