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Visiting Hours (Part One) 
1st-Nov-2006 04:14 am
s/b
ETA: Belated credit must go to arch_schatten's fantastic rewrite of Superman Returns for inspiring Bruce's attitude towards Clark's departure (among other things) in this fic. Yes, really should have said that earlier *continues to look guilty* ^_^

First of all (because I always feel guilty when I write something outside of my current WIP), yes, I am still working on "L'esprit de l'escalier," and will be updating in about a week!

As for this story, I've recently become quite enamored with the Superman/Batman pairing, but am rather terrified of trying to write them together (or, more specifically, I'm just terrified of trying to write Bruce Wayne ;p).  But I suppose practice makes perfect, so in the spirit of Batman, I decided to embrace my fears, and give it a go with this little fic.  It was originally a one-shot, but my muse tends to be long-winded, so now it'll probably be a two-parter.   It involves movie!Clark and ... some version of Bruce, lol.  He's not really from the movies or from the comics, so I think I'll call him generic!Bruce (like Ibuprofen instead of Advil, yeah?).  Anyway, hope you enjoy my experiment, but don't expect too much. ^_^

Title: Visiting Hours
Author: taro_twist
Timeline/Fandom: Superman Returns-Batman crossover.  Takes place during SR.
Pairing: pre-slash Superman/Batman, implied Superman/Lois
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: DC and the WB own everything! I'm just temporarily messing with their creations ...
Spoilers: Superman Returns
Word Count: 2, 255

Summary: Lois and Jason weren't the only ones who visited Superman while he was in the hospital.

Clark Kent paused in his flight over the Eastern seaboard.  After witnessing the conversation between Lois and Richard earlier that evening, he had been working non-stop in a (somewhat futile) attempt to take his mind off of what he had heard.  He had stopped a bank robbery, a convenience store hold up, and a typhoon.  He had saved a window washer who had fallen from a platform, a woman whose brakes had gone out, and a little boy’s pet turtle that had crawled across two lanes of an eight-lane freeway. 

None of it, though, had been quite enough to shake Lois’s words from his head.  Her confession that she had never loved him had chased him halfway around the world and back again, echoing through his mind, rebounding and multiplying like an image reflected into infinity by a room full of mirrors.  It was so bad that he had begun to fear that he might never escape the sound of her voice answering “no” to Richard’s question.  But then, the rasping of another voice altogether had caught his ear.

Now, for the first time tonight, Clark found his attention drawn away from Lois’s revelation.  He hovered above Gotham, its lights smoldering like a scattering of embers from a cigarette, and that one voice, low and full of menace, rising above all of the city’s other noises.  Almost involuntarily, Clark began to descend, as if Bruce had snagged him with a Batline from god knows how many miles away and was reeling him in.  It was only when Clark realized that he could suddenly see the Dark Knight with normal range vision that he came to his senses, and stopped his approach.

Slowly, Clark set down on top of a nearby building and hid himself behind an air duct, using his X-ray vision to watch as Batman interrogated some hapless low-life in an alleyway.  He didn’t want to meet up with Bruce right now; he wasn’t ready.  Before he had left for Krypton, he had made a recording that detailed his plans, and had instructed the Fortress computer to transmit it to Batman following his departure.  But although that was more information than what the rest of his friends had received regarding his “vacation,” it still hadn’t been a proper good-bye.  More than that, Bruce was a man who could barely stand to leave his city without protection for a week; Clark could only imagine what Bruce must think of him for abandoning Earth for half a decade.

Batman was letting his subject go now, the poor guy pelting down the alleyway as if the gates of Hell were about to open.  Well, if Clark was going to talk to Bruce tonight, here was his chance.  But no—as much as he wanted to see the man again, he really wasn’t in the mood to suffer through the confrontation they were bound to have.  Especially not after everything he had found out about Lois today—that she was married, had a kid, that she didn’t—

“Lurking was never your strong point, Clark.”

The words were just barely whispered, but Clark heard them nonetheless.  Sighing, he resisted the urge to bang his head against the air duct in front of him.  Of course Bruce had somehow sensed his presence.  The man was as uncanny as ever.  For a second, Clark contemplated staying behind the air duct, like a child who thinks that no one can see him just because he’s closed his eyes.  But reason, or perhaps pride, won out, and he emerged, stepping off of the roof and sinking into the shadows that filled Gotham’s streets until he was nearly level with the Caped Crusader.

“Don’t step there,” Batman ordered, just as Clark was about to touch down. 

“Is over here better?” he asked, drifting to the right.  Batman grunted his approval, and Clark finished lowering himself to the ground.

“What do you want?” Batman growled as he squatted in front of the spot that Clark had been hovering over a moment before—it was covered by a puddle of water that seemed to have a thin sheen of oil on its surface.

“It’s nice to see you, too,” Clark replied, grinning in spite of himself, but only because Bruce wasn’t looking at him.

“I hope you realize that the word ‘too’ in that sentence implies that I share your sentiment,” Bruce rumbled, removing a clear plastic tube and a cotton swab from his utility belt as he spoke.

Don’t you? Clark wanted to ask, but he bit the words back.

“Okay.  Point taken,” Clark forced a laugh.  “Let’s try this then: how have you been?”

“Fine,” Bruce answered, wiping the tip of the cotton swab through the oil-like substance on the water.

“Fine?” Clark parroted, zooming in on the goo that Bruce was investigating with his microscopic vision out of curiosity.  Turned out that it wasn’t oil at all, but some sort of biofilm made up of bacteria. 

“Something wrong with being fine?” Bruce wondered aloud, standing up and turning to face Clark. 

“No, fine is … fine,” Clark said, his eyes now following Bruce’s hands as the other man dropped the swab into the plastic tube and screwed on the cap.  “It’s just been a long time and—“

“What do you want, Superman?” Bruce repeated his earlier question as he secured the tube in a pouch on his utility belt. 

Clark opened his mouth to reply, but the words he wanted to speak seemed to be too big to get out.  He could feel them stuck somewhere down in his esophagus, caught in some kind of psychological Chinese finger trap; the more he struggled to say them, the more they refused to budge, until he finally settled on giving Bruce a slightly more superficial answer for the time being.

“I was in the neighborhood, so I decided to drop by,” Clark told him.  It sounded lame, he knew, but it was technically the truth. 

“So I see,” Bruce said, the Batline in his hands now; he was ready to leave.

Clark felt his heart rate leaping into overdrive, his stomach clenching with something like panic.  He couldn’t let Bruce go, not yet, not on this note.  All the petty crimes, natural disasters, and wayward turtles in the world wouldn’t be enough to distract Clark from his fretting if he couldn’t get some reassurance that their friendship had survived his five year absence.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry,” he finally blurted out. 

“Well.  Now you’ve said it,” Bruce stated, his voice completely impassive.  He discharged the Batline, and it looped around the railing of a fire escape several stories above their heads. 

“Batman,” Clark took a step towards his friend and put a hand on his shoulder, the armor cool and rubbery beneath his fingers.  He lowered his voice.  “Bruce.”

“I have a lot of work to do,” Batman snapped.  “And I’m sure you do, too.  You must have a lot to catch up on.”

With that, he launched himself into the night, swinging and leaping from fire escape to drain pipe to roof, moving with all the ease of a stream of water as it flows downhill.  Clark was tempted to follow the man, but he knew better than that, and kept his feet planted firmly on the ground as he watched his friend disappear in a swirl of dark cape.  He didn’t even bother to follow Bruce’s movements with his enhanced vision, and instead closed his eyes, feeling too heavy to fly.

Well, at least now I know that spying on Lois was only the second worst decision I could have made tonight, he thought to himself. 

-----

Bruce Wayne tilted his mug upwards, draining the fourth cup of coffee he’d had in just as many hours.  It was times like this that he found himself wishing that the stronger stimulants in the world weren’t quite so damaging to the mind and body.  It wasn’t that this was the longest he had ever gone without sleep; at this point, he’d only been awake for three days straight.  But for some reason, he felt so much more exhausted than usual. 

Pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger, he turned his attention back to the files laid out on the desk in front of him.  One was the quarterly revenue report from Wayne Shipping, while the other contained the results of the lab work he’d had done on the mysterious bacteria he’d recently begun encountering at crime scenes throughout the city.  After a second’s more thought, he pushed the revenue report aside.  He’d once read a study claiming that the sleep-deprived mind doesn’t suffer from functional impairment as long as it’s occupied with something interesting.  And at the moment, unidentified bacteria were infinitely more interesting than the financial status of Wayne Shipping.

Bruce had just been struck by the presence of a certain cellular receptor in the bacteria, and was mulling over what that might imply, when a crisp knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

“Pardon me for interrupting, Master Bruce, but there’s a situation that I believe you should be made aware of.”

It was Alfred, standing in the doorway, his posture as composed as ever, but with something in his eyes that bordered on distress. 

“What is it, Alfred?” Bruce asked, laying the papers he’d been looking at flat on the desk.

“It’s about Master Kent, sir,” Alfred said, taking a step into the office.

Bruce picked up a pen at random and began tapping it against the desk, his eyes flitting between Alfred and the files in front of him.  So far, Alfred had done a very good job of not mentioning Clark ever since the Man of Steel’s return, and Bruce couldn’t imagine that the butler was suddenly breaking this impeccable record for no good reason.  The look in Alfred’s eyes—it was like the expression he wore whenever Bruce got hurt, the one that he always tried to keep Bruce from seeing.  Bruce stopped tapping the pen.  He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear what was coming next.

“If this is about the earthquake in Metropolis,” Bruce began.  “I saw the news reports.  It seems that Superman has it all under control.”

“Sir, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid there’s been a new development with that,” Alfred informed him.

Bruce swallowed audibly.  He set his pen down and it rolled off the edge of the desk, tumbling to the floor and coming to a stop beside his foot, the sound of its fall muffled by the plush carpeting.

“Go on,” he prompted.

-----

It wasn’t that Bruce was angry.  His anger had dissipated within a few months of Clark’s departure, around the same time that he had been struck by an overwhelming need to be assured that Clark was all right and would return safely one day.  No, it wasn’t that he was angry.  It was that he wished to remain indifferent.

Five years was a long time.  In the beginning, Bruce had thought that he would always miss Clark, in the same way that he still missed his parents so many years after their deaths.  One day, though, he had woken up and realized that, amazingly enough, the pieces of his life had rearranged themselves in such a way that Clark didn’t need to be there for them to fit together.  Bruce had continued to look after the people and things that Clark had left behind, watching over Martha Kent, and the Fortress, and the Daily Planet staff, and Metropolis in general, all from afar.  But he had stopped actively waiting for Clark to come back.

Now, though, Clark suddenly was back, and Bruce wanted nothing more than to be spared from another roller coaster ride of getting accustomed to the man’s presence, only to be deprived of it.  As usual, though, life wasn’t very interested in what Bruce wanted.

Shooting one last glare at the looters he had just tied to a lamp post, Batman darted into an alleyway, only to be nearly blinded by one of those damn motion-activated security spotlights.  Bruce muttered something rude under his breath, and continued on his way, climbing up onto the nearest rooftop.  He was not in the mood to deal with Metropolis’s surfeit of adequate lighting tonight, and a small (somewhat evil) part of him had actually been hoping that the city would be darker, what with the earthquake having knocked out some of its electricity.  It seemed that he would have no such luck, though.  Metropolis was certainly like Superman in that respect: no matter what you did to it, it still found a way to be obnoxiously radiant.

Bruce had reached the end of the block now, and found himself inhaling sharply as he caught sight of the thing that he had purposefully been trying to avoid.  He had told himself that he was only coming here to help the people of Metropolis in the wake of the earthquake, to take care of them while Clark was incapacitated in much the same way that he had taken care of them in times of crisis during Clark’s absence.  He had told himself that he was only coming here from force of a five-year-long habit.

But now that he could see the crowds with their candles and their signs, and Metropolis General Hospital beyond that—now he knew that he hadn’t come here to look after Clark’s city.  He had come here to look after Clark.

Onwards to Part Two!
Comments 
1st-Nov-2006 01:43 pm (UTC)
This was really great! I can't wait for more!

I am in the same boat: writing my first Bat/Supe slash and trying out the movie cross-over universe for it. You've set the bar high!

I love your descriptions of the cities:

He hovered above Gotham, its lights smoldering like a scattering of embers from a cigarette

Metropolis was certainly like Superman in that respect: no matter what you did to it, it still found a way to be obnoxiously radiant.

I love your Bruce. I actually think he reflects the movie version pretty well.
1st-Nov-2006 10:58 pm (UTC)
I am in the same boat: writing my first Bat/Supe slash and trying out the movie cross-over universe for it.

Yay! Other newcomers ... I am not alone in my testing-of-the-waters. :) Good luck with your fic; I'll be sure to check it out once you post it!

I love your descriptions of the cities

Glad you liked them. :) I did have fun describing Gotham and Metropolis; they have such distinct personalities, they almost feel like people themselves. That, and I currently live in Manhattan, so I have far too many opportunities to just idly come up with city imagery—it was nice to be able to put some of it to use!

I actually think he reflects the movie version pretty well.

I'll take your word for it ... as long as he sounds like some version of Bruce, then I'm satisfied. ;-P I actually did want to write Begins!Bruce initially, though, but extrapolating his character five years into the future just got too complicated, lol.

But anyway, thanks so much for your comments and all of your kind words. :D I really appreciate them!
1st-Nov-2006 01:54 pm (UTC)
This was excellent! Outstanding! You have a great narrative voice. The smooth descriptiveness particularly impressed me, as did the internal reasoning and dialogue. Your style is very professional and memorable in the strength of the details. Just a great story and excellently done. Kudos. I can't wait to read more. :)
2nd-Nov-2006 01:25 am (UTC)
Thank you for reading, and for taking the time to leave such a wonderful comment (that has given me all sorts of warm, fuzzy feelings)! :D I really appreciate the feedback, especially since I was kind of nervous about this fic.

And the internal reasoning of my characters actually made sense? Yay! Whenever I write about thought processes, I feel like they come across as being illogical, so it's nice to know that other people can actually understand them. ^_^

Thanks again!
1st-Nov-2006 02:31 pm (UTC)
Oh this was truly delicious. I have a love/hate relationship whenever Batman is being distant towards someone (especially when he shouldn't be), and I enjoyed it here now. You also write beautifully, I liked your narration very much; it made me feel like I was reading a real book, not fanfic.

Please write more? This was wonderful and a great start before going to work. :)
2nd-Nov-2006 01:46 am (UTC)
I have a love/hate relationship whenever Batman is being distant towards someone (especially when he shouldn't be)

I know exactly what you're saying! Whenever Batman is pushing people away it tears me apart, but at the same time, I feel like that tension is part of what makes his character so engrossing, because I need to stick around to see him get over it and be happy one day, dammit. ^_^ But when I was writing this I didn't plan to make him distant ... my Bruce muse just kind of refused to not be distant, lol. So I'm happy that at least he wasn't distant in a hair-pulling, head-banging kind of way. :-P

it made me feel like I was reading a real book, not fanfic

Wow ... *is speechless* ... thank you! That is such a lovely compliment ... I think I can now die happy ... :)

Please write more?

Don't worry, there's at least one more part to this story coming, which will be out shortly! And I'm definitely going to try writing more with the S/B pairing after this. :)

Thanks again for taking the time to comment! It's really made my day. *grin*
1st-Nov-2006 04:18 pm (UTC)
Awwww.... Love your kicked-puppy Clark and trying-very-hard-to-stay-badass-and-failing Bruce. So awesome. ^.^
2nd-Nov-2006 01:51 am (UTC)
trying-very-hard-to-stay-badass-and-failing Bruce

LOL. I never thought of it that way, but that is what he's doing, isn't it? Thank you for summing up what I didn't realize I was writing, hehe ... I think it'll actually make writing the second part easier. ^_^

And thank you for reading and commenting. *grin*
1st-Nov-2006 04:54 pm (UTC)
Ooh.. another great movieverse crossover.. I can't wait for the next part!! I love how Bruce keeps trying to hold onto his feelings in order to distance himself but he can't help but get dragged into it further than his comfort levels allow, and who can't be moved by seeing Clark in that hospital bed? Again, amazing and I can't wait for more~
2nd-Nov-2006 01:59 am (UTC)
who can't be moved by seeing Clark in that hospital bed?

I know, that was such a sad scene—an unnerving one, too. *shivers* And yes, Bruce is definitely going to be moved when he actually makes it to the hospital ...

But anyway, thank you for commenting! I'm really happy to hear that people are liking the story so far. :D



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2nd-Nov-2006 02:15 am (UTC)
I think it's part of his plot to cut down on the amount of fanfic written about him.

LMAO. That reminds me of that line (which I think was posted on World's Finest?) about how Bruce threatened to kill Dick for slashing him with Clark. Hehe. But now that I know of his plans, hopefully I'll be able to resist his machinations better ... after all, I wouldn't want Batman to spoil all the fun just because he doesn't know what's good for him. :-P

But anyway, thank you for reading, and for taking the time to leave a comment!
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2nd-Nov-2006 12:04 am (UTC)
Oh, I'm all squeeing now, you've made my day and I can't wait for the next part.

I think both POVs work very well here, and I wouldn't be at all worried about your Batman--I love all the little workaholic touches ("only three days without sleep, why was he so tired?" heee), and the simmering passion toward justice, toward people, toward cities, toward Clark that you can see just under the impassive surface.

Love the wayward turtles. One of the fun thigs about Superman is imagining all the extremely tiny little good things he does, and the imagine of him swooping down to snatch a turtle from certain death just delighted me no end.

And it's a perfect Batman go down to Metropolis to keep order after Superman is hurt--perfectly in character for him and for their relationship as it stands in this story.

But now that he could see the crowds with their candles and their signs, and Metropolis General Hospital beyond that—now he knew that he hadn’t come here to look after Clark’s city. He had come here to look after Clark.

*purrs happily*

Again, love the banked passion, the fire under the--I'd call it a "facade" of impassivity, but it's not at all, it's his usual way of dealing with the world and completely sincere. But there's always more just underneath.

I spent most of my time complimenting your Bruce--not because I don't love your Clark! But I hope by now you know you write Clark wonderfully, and I wanted to reassure you that I'm looking forward (quite a lot!) to seeing more of your Batman as well.
2nd-Nov-2006 03:07 am (UTC)
One of the fun thigs about Superman is imagining all the extremely tiny little good things he does

It is fun! I love seeing his powers put to use on a smaller scale. And with his record of getting cats out of trees, I always get a kick out of imagining him rescuing different animals ... although with your recent addition of his childhood cowphobia to fanon, I wonder what he would do if someone's cow were in danger? lol

And it's a perfect Batman go down to Metropolis to keep order after Superman is hurt--perfectly in character for him and for their relationship as it stands in this story.

Yay, I'm glad to hear this worked! That was actually one of the things I was worrying about being OOC, since Batman is so "Gotham is my city, I belong in Gotham!" But I eventually decided that his desire to protect people (and his loyalty to Clark) would win out over his territorialism, at least during major disasters.

Again, love the banked passion, the fire under the--I'd call it a "facade" of impassivity, but it's not at all, it's his usual way of dealing with the world and completely sincere. But there's always more just underneath.

Again, another comment that has helped me to clarify what I was doing here! It's funny, but I think I've actually gotten more insight into Bruce's character (and into what I was going for with him in this fic ;p) from people's various comments than from actually writing him. Thanks! ^_^

I wanted to reassure you that I'm looking forward (quite a lot!) to seeing more of your Batman as well.

The reassurance is much much much appreciated ... thank you! Bruce just doesn't speak to me for some reason ... while I was writing him, I had everyone from Smallville's Lex to Star Trek's Worf coming into my head, and it was a struggle to force Bruce himself to show up, hehe. So it's relieving to hear that it actually sounds like Bruce in this fic, and not some weird conglomeration of evil mastermind and Klingon. :-P

Thanks so much for taking the time to read this, though, and for the thoughtful comment! :D
2nd-Nov-2006 12:08 am (UTC)
Well, at least now I know that spying on Lois was only the second worst decision I could have made tonight, he thought to himself.
Heh. I love that Bruce can almost always make it seem that whatever other "mistake" Superman made, talking to him tops it.

This was very nice and very well done. I enjoyed the trek to the hospital and the imagery you use of Metropolis as bright even at night, even after an earthquake, even with Superman in the hospital.

I look forward to reading more.
2nd-Nov-2006 11:23 pm (UTC)
I love that Bruce can almost always make it seem that whatever other "mistake" Superman made, talking to him tops it.

LOL. Yeah, I don't think their bickering will ever cease to amuse me ...

the imagery you use of Metropolis as bright even at night

I actually had to think about that, because after five years without Superman, you'd think Metropolis would've degenerated a bit. But it was still so pretty and sparkly in the movie, I decided it must be pretty resilient. :)

Anyway, thank you for commenting! I'm glad you're enjoying it so far. :)




2nd-Nov-2006 12:24 am (UTC)
One day, though, he had woken up and realized that, amazingly enough, the pieces of his life had rearranged themselves in such a way that Clark didn’t need to be there for them to fit together. Bruce had continued to look after the people and things that Clark had left behind, watching over Martha Kent, and the Fortress, and the Daily Planet staff, and Metropolis in general, all from afar. But he had stopped actively waiting for Clark to come back.

YES!! YES, exactly that, yes. Thank you. That's all I hav ever wanted to say in my rewrite of Superman returns, but I never found such on-spot words and reasoning. Perfect. I love your Bruce, taking care of everything while Clark was away, being sleepless, being in Metropolis out of habit. Just... I adore this. I really hope to see more from you and, of course, the second part of this. I still have to write my hospital scene 2 chapters from my current one, and I need inspiration!

Your narrative is really engaging. The description of Alfred's expresion is great, I could really feel his angish... and Clark, being attracted to Gotham like a magnet. Everything was perfect. Go you!! thanks for writing and sharing!
2nd-Nov-2006 11:48 pm (UTC)
That's all I hav ever wanted to say in my rewrite of Superman returns

But, but, but ... you did say that! I have to confess ... *looks guilty* ... I read your fic about a week before writing this (and I still have to comment on it *looks even more guilty*), and I was heavily influenced by what you did with Bruce (actually, I should probably be crediting you for inspiration *runs off and does that*).

Okay, now that I've fixed that! ... yeah, it wasn't until I read your fic that I realized (amongst other things) that after five years of not having someone around, you really would move on, no matter how much you loved them. And when I was writing this, I almost didn't want to put Bruce in this particular mindset, since it was what you did in your fic, but my brain had already converted it into fanon and refused to believe that anything else was possible.

So yeah, you totally said that in your rewrite of SR ... I just gave the cliff-notes version. ^_^ I'm happy you liked it at least, though, since you inspired it. And maybe if I inspire you with my hospital scene then it can be like a return payment? *grins sheepishly*
2nd-Nov-2006 03:58 am (UTC)
That was excellent! I really love the buildup you've got going, I hope there will be more!
3rd-Nov-2006 12:14 am (UTC)
Thanks so much for commenting! There's definitely a second part ... maybe a third part ... but probably only a second one. :)
2nd-Nov-2006 05:28 am (UTC)
He had come here to look after Clark.

Oh, wow! This was so beautifully written--I only wish there was more. Speaking of which, I got the hint that Bruce and Clark were something more before Clark's departure. Just lovely!
3rd-Nov-2006 12:18 am (UTC)
I only wish there was more

There is at least one more part coming! :)

I got the hint that Bruce and Clark were something more before Clark's departure.

After writing this, I realized that it sounded like that, too, although I wasn't intentionally trying to hint at it. ATM, I can't decide whether they were something more before Clark's departure in this universe, since I'm not sure how that would fit in with his relationship for Lois ... maybe I'll just leave it up to the reader's imagination, hehe.

But anyway, thanks for reading, and for all your kind words. :) I'm glad you enjoyed it!
4th-Nov-2006 07:00 am (UTC)
Goregous!!

Can't wait for more!
6th-Nov-2006 12:05 am (UTC)
Thanks for reading, and for the sweet comment! Happy to hear you like it so far. :)
6th-Nov-2006 05:01 pm (UTC)
What a wonderful start! I understand it can be daunting to write Bruce, but you seemed to have done a fine job of it so far. And I really love this line, its so very Bruce:

Metropolis was certainly like Superman in that respect: no matter what you did to it, it still found a way to be obnoxiously radiant.
6th-Nov-2006 09:49 pm (UTC)
I understand it can be daunting to write Bruce, but you seemed to have done a fine job of it so far.

*grins* Thank you! I'm glad you like my take on the Bat, and to hear that he's recognizable. :)

And yeah, I always get a kick out of how, every time Bruce goes to Metropolis (at least, every time I've seen him go to Metropolis in my limited comics experience thus far ;p) he never fails to complain about the lights and the lack of shadows.

But anyway, thanks so much for reading and for taking the time to comment! I really appreciate it. :D
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