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Yes I drew it again, but It's just fits so perfectly (I also color picked from uthr this time)
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It must be an insane mindfuck to know that Batman and Superman, the couple everyone in the JL thought consisted of “intelligent scary guy” and “rainbows and puppies guy” actually moonlight as “bimbo billionaire with no brain cells” and “highly competent but socially awkward investigative reporter” and all of those masks are true enough, but they don’t even come close to scratching the surface of who they are. One layer down from that gets you “Bruce Wayne, Father” and “Kal-El, last son of Krypton” but again, not quite close enough.
"We're like rocks." Bruce says, and Clark nods along like that makes any amount of sense.
"What." Hal's too hungover for this, sitting in a bright, sun-lit cafe because Bruce is a bastard.
"Clark and I, we're like rocks of different kinds." Bruce says, as if Hal's too stupid to grasp the concept of rock.
"Yeah, I got that. Explain the analogy, smartass."
"Well, you see," Bruce primly puts down his coffee cup and Hal wants to smack him hard enough to drop a tax bracket, "I'm like mossanite and Clark is like river stone. I'm radiant, beautiful and attention-grabbing, but once you get a hold of me, I'm cold, hard and unyielding. Clark, on the other hand, is unassuming and simple but folksy and wholesome. However, if you crack him open, there's the fossil of a long-dead species."
Hal stares at him for a long moment. "Dude, you are fucked up."
"Thank you." Bruce says, then sips his coffee. Clark smiles placidly, but otherwise continues eating his sandwich.
"I need more stable friends." Hal mutters, dropping his head onto the table.
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The concept for this was entirely by @zippyyyyyyy after a convo we had about this post:
