Top Gun

Top Gun

by Chicago

Disclaimers: Characters owned by DC Comics and borrowed without permission, but only for fun, and not for profit.

Continuity notes: Year 2 of the J'onnverse.

Rated: G

In some corner of his mind, Bruce had always been aware that J'onn liked to watch TV. Or movies. It was all the same to Bruce, mindless noise.

Which, he learned, was precisely why J'onn watched it.

Mindless. Not a single pulse on those recorded performances from the minds behind the expressions and words.

J'onn never knew for certain what was coming next. It was the closest to experiencing human perception he could get, and he loved it.

So Bruce tolerated hours in front of the screen, ignoring the recorded shows in favor of the rapt expression on his lover's face.

Bruce studied him now as J'onn watched a raucous scene involving two pilots and a woman - Bruce thought she was supposed to be someone's wife, but he'd long since lost track. He was focused on J'onn's smile, the delight in his eyes. Something of his usual gravity was sloughed off, and Bruce suddenly wished the movie was over.

From the television, the woman's voice cried over a banging piano, "Take me to bed or lose me forever!"

Bruce touched the remote, and the room went dark.

Bruce pulled his surprised lover to him, whispering, "It sounded like a cue."