Challenge Fic 2

by Aya

Snippet 2: Batman/Superman

I listen to his breathing, soft and warm against my arm. They say people look so much younger when they sleep, and he is no exception. I study his features, charcoal lashes hiding deep blue eyes, the curve of his lips. So typical of farmer's son. I can almost picture a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. So charming.

He's so trusting--so naive. What in the world would he see in a man like me who lurks in shadows. Son of a millionaire who uses fear as his stock in trade. We couldn't be more dissimilar if we tried. But here he is. Light to my dark.

I'm not a religious man by any means, but I find myself wondering what Gods I pleased to bring this moment to pass.



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