SIMS 4 CC - I PUT A SPELL - PART2

Variation #8: Doctor Clark and firefighter Bruce

The wildfire had been burning through tri-state suburbs and had reached the outskirts of Metropolis mid-afternoon yesterday. Most of the area had been evacuated, and air tankers were there. But then the wind shifted. It went from a humid eastern breeze to a hot and scorching southern wind. Clark had felt it, almost unbearably warm, when he'd gone out on the fire escape for his 10pm break. Pushing the door felt like peering in the oven.

After midnight, the first wave of injured firefighters came in. It was the usual suspects then: dehydration, heatstroke, lungs full of smoke. The second wave came in around 2, and with it the tales of clumsy evacuations and crumbling buildings as the fire advanced through populated towns. Contusions from falling through burning floors, burns from sizzling hot metal.

His shift was almost over when Bruce Wayne was brought in. Clark was just about to sit down with his nth coffee to finish writing up patient notes. Wayne was rolled in on a stretcher by paramedics yelling for a crash cart. His arm had been crushed and lay mangled at his side, bleeding. He wasn't breathing.

Everyone knew who Bruce Wayne was. The story of a billionaire channeling the entirety of his wealth into Gotham's charities and working as a firefighter to pay the bills wasn't exactly common. And Clark was pretty sure he'd seen a couple iterations of firefighters calendars in the locker rooms with Wayne and his salt-and-pepper hair, defined abs and muscular arms prominently featured.

In the ER, nurses and patients alike were frozen, listening to the ongoing ressucitation. Like everyone, Clark let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when he heard, "Pulse--I've got a pulse!"

He didn't see Wayne before the week after when he was transferred to the ward where Clark did his night shift rounds.

Bruce Wayne wasn't like Clark expected. To be honest, he wasn't sure what he had expected. More exuberance, maybe. Or more of a playboy attitude, whatever that was. But Bruce Wayne was mostly quiet. He was also visibly used to hospitals and medical procedures. And Clark understood why the first time he asked Wayne to lift his shirt to listen to his lungs.

"Wow. Okay, that's a lot of burn scars."

"I work with fire a lot," Wayne deadpanned softly.

That wasn't just working with fire, Clark thought. It was two decades of big and small skin grafts, covering almost all of Wayne's torso, his back, most of his upper arms and at least one leg from what Clark could see. He'd thought he'd spotted make-up on some of those calendar pictures too. The lacy pattern of scar tissue was impressive. It was also terrifyingly sobering. "You must be very dedicated, Mr Wayne."

Wayne said nothing.

On the night of Clark's third visit, he asked him to call him Bruce. Then he said, "What about you, Dr Kent? You have a first name?"

That's when Clark knew Bruce Wayne was flirting with him. "Clark," he said. Clark did work out his fair share, and he wasn't an idiot: he knew he was good-looking. Still, he was dressed in loose fitting scrubs, had a mask over his face half the time with pockets under his eyes roomy enough to fit the latest iPhone, and his breath smelled like cold coffee at least half the time.

But it was in the open now. Bruce Wayne was flirting with him, and Clark knew he was being flirted with, and Bruce knew that he knew. So, "You don't look at me the same way others do, Clark," Bruce said. An explanation. Which could also work as an apology, as if Bruce was bracing for rejection.

"How do others look at you?"

"Like I'm broken."

Looking back, that's when Clark fell in love.

Other variations

bruce wayne fans watching him be reduced to a shitty abusive emotionless father/mentor and retaining little to none of his personality traits and morals for the 6372737282 time in a row (they’re running out of ways to defend him)

Hey guyss.. guess who just finished the captive prince trilogy in under 3 days😗 UGHHHH

oh the subtle, delicate angst of Clark never trusting himself to kiss someone with his powers and then the day comes where he’s temporarily depowered on the Watchtower and, in the scant few moments he has before his powers return, he quietly asks Bruce if he could just — try. one time. just to see what it was like to be kissed without having to worry about hurting someone else or pushing too hard against them or wanting.

Au where Nightwing joins the US Olympic men’s gymnastics team. Not Dick Grayson. Nightwing

there was a cool jason todd cosplay on tiktok and i needed to draw it

There are 2 wolves in me. One is Jegulus, the other SuperBat and they sorta look alike.

Charles in 2019 : Jeez i don't know if Max is pretty 😧😥I'm a man I don't know 😰😰😰😰

Charles in 2024 : HOT! *SHOWS MAX PICTURE PROUDLY LIKE HES SMASHING THAT * 😍😘😘😘

Men should be lonelier