thecolourofthesun
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"Bruce." Clark turns towards him, leaning back against a bank of consoles. "We're not actually going undercover. We don't need an elaborate backstory– if anything, it'll be harder to keep straight. It doesn't have to be complicated." He spreads his hands. "Here's a story: we're members of the same elite fighting force. After years of saving each other's lives in the field, we fell in love. That's it."
Bruce swallows past the almost-truth of it. In Clark's warm smooth radio voice, it sounds plausible. It sounds like something that could happen.
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Bruce and Clark pretend to be married for diplomatic reasons. When they return to Earth, things are a little different. -
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Tim's expression finally eased, and he gave Clark a sympathetic slap on the back. "Don't worry, Supes. You've just gotta suck tongue with B for like, twenty minutes and then everything will be back to normal."
Bruce gets hit in battle, forgets everything about being Batman, and adopts the entire personality and characteristics of his idiotic playboy persona. To get his memories back, someone has to get rather intimate with him.
And really, Clark is the only one for the task.
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“Just because your teeth can’t handle doing what they’re supposed to —”
“They’re not supposed to! Popsicles aren’t meant to be bitten!”
“All food’s meant to be bitten!” Keith argued, which was absolutely wrong (uh, ever heard of soup?) but still entirely too fun to argue about.
Or:
In which Lance is an ice cream truck driver desperate to find love and Keith is a car mechanic who fixes up Lance's truck better than anyone else ever has.