Iconorific meme for thete1, Clark, gen, "World in your eyes"

[jamjar]

Bruce doesn't get it, which is actually funny, given his relationship with Gotham. He can understand Clark Kent's love for the farm, his family, Smallville. The people he interviews and the places he's been. He doesn't quite understand or accept the way Clark feels about all of it.

The first time Clark had looked at the world from above, he almost thought he was dying. The lack of oxygen or the exertion or something, but it felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest, and he didn't care, it didn't matter as long as he could look down on it. The layers that made up the sky, the ground, the people, the seas. Flocks of birds and swarms of fish and the lights of the cities like gaudy constellations and he'd fallen in love.

The same feeling he'd get, years later, looking at Lois when she leaned back from the computer, cup of coffee in her hand, explaining why his theory was stupid, no really Smallville, and let her explain why... And he'd smiled at her, throwing her off, but he couldn't stop, because he realised that he loved her, had fallen (head over heels, tumbling through the air, coup de foudre, thunderbolt) in love with her. That it had been the case for a while and he just hadn't noticed. The feeling was intense enough to almost qualify as pain, or at least the kind of sensory overload Clark had too much experience of growing up.

"Will you be much longer?" J'onn says, his mental voice picking up the flat, metallic tang it does when he is being particularly alien. If Clark turned around, he knows J'onn's head would be elongated, his exoskeleton obvious. Bruce thinks that Clark's alien nature prevents him feeling this kind of love, this kind of love for Earth, but Clark wonders if he could love her half as much if he wasn't apart from it, as well as a part *of* it. "Other" and "Half".

"Just a couple minutes more," Clark says. J'onn's mind gives a faint, buzzing hiss, the martian equivalent of a sigh and Clark lets his vision wander. Lets it go travelling through atoms, molecules and wavelengths that are perculiar to Earth, trees and a field of grass and clover, a bickering family the Charysh valley, two polecat cubs playing in the Gobi desert. His wife, frowning over a newspaper headline. If he went further down, he knows he could hear her heartbeat, the sound of crickets in his parents' fields, whistling ducks in Australia. All of it, the people, the land, the sea, the way the sky looks when you're lying on your back in a field in New Zealand, or the way the air tastes in Metropolis...

He can feel his face stretch out in smile and knows he'd be laughing out loud if he was in atmosphere.

Comments

[ficbyzee.livejournal.com]

No! I miss everything these days. I don't suppose you have a link to a torrent, or something along those lines?

[adn-heming.livejournal.com]

*waves*

Lois&Clark snark from Warren Ellis' run. Over here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/scans_daily/750776.html#cutid1)
and some more over here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/scans_daily/977759.html#cutid1)