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Please consider turning it on! I am sure this will work. Bruce closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his voice from sounding as exasperated as he felt. Batman tried to keep a calm demeanor behind the dark cowl, but his erratic heartbeat and shaky breathing gave him away to the metahuman standing mere feet in front of him.

Hunched over with his hands on his knees, he took his time to breathe and willed the adrenaline coursing through his veins to subside. Batman harness gay stood together on a wiry mess of metal and glass, looking at the wreckage that was left of the javelin in the midst of what seemed to be a heavily wooded stretch of land.

A canopy of trees too thick overhead to tell what time of day it was. Admittedly, they had been so focused on the destructive creatures they were chasing out of Gotham, neither of them had noticed what part of the world they had ended up in. Batman stood up straight now, his breathing starting to even as he began to take off the remaining glove that had made it through the crash.

Clark rolled his eyes, something he seemed to do more towards the man in front of him, than at any other point in his life.

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Clark looked at him rather pointedly, just barely resisting the urge to cross his arms as he spoke. Bruce had stopped his loosey goosey act, realizing that he had tapped into his Brucie Wayne facade to distract from his near death experience. Disliking anything that blurred the lines between his professional and personal worlds.

Clark noticed the mood shift in front of him, almost a little sad that the light hearted banter was likely over, with the more serious Batman taking control. Bruce had a blank look on his face now, tired and a little in pain, but unreadable. He briefly thought about continuing on with the conversation, but he had already shared a little more of himself than he had meant to in the first place.

There was something so pesky about the Boy Scout, something in that perpetually innocent corn fed personality of his that urged people to share too much, so he moved on from the topic altogether. Taking a step towards what batman harness gay assumed was the cockpit of the javelin, wanting to check if there was any salvageable tech to gather.

He had just turned away from the other man, when there was a blinding white light that engulfed him entirely. When he regained consciousness, it was slow and groggy, as if he had to fight his way out of the pounding in his head. Pointlessly attempting to use his senses to figure out where he was or who was there, he forced himself to open his eyes.

It was a struggle to get the first one open, but slowly it came to him and was able to force open the other. He stared up, still seeing the same bright white he last remembered. He thought for a moment that he might still be at the ship, surrounded by that mysterious light that blinded his senses.

But attempting to shift himself up on his shoulder proved to be a bad idea, as pain shot through his right side, and he winced in batman harness gay. Clark heard the soft gasp of pain across from him, and a flood of emotions ran over him, namely relief, but also sadness and guilt, and an unnamable fear.

He had started looking around the room he was in. Well, room might have been a strong term. What was more accurate, was a bright white floor that felt hard and almost metallic, surrounded by the same bright white on curved walls, that stood too tall for him to see the top of.

The whole space they found themselves in seemed to be about 10 feet by 10 feet wide, though it was hard to truly gauge because of the rounded look of white on white. The whole thing was disorienting to his already foggy brain. Clark started to answer his question, and so he brought his focus back to the man in front of him.

We were captured and thrown down into what I thought was a hole, but is definitely some sort of cage. Bruce had started feeling his shoulder, gently massaging the strained muscles and trying to assess the damage.