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The first time it happened, it caught Bruce by surprise.
Ever since they’d become official, Bruce and Clark had started sleeping together regularly, often passing out after long missions fighting in the field. Bruce was used to sleeping alone, but he had to admit, Clark’s presence was welcome, and Bruce quite enjoyed the extra warmth. For the most part, everything was going swimmingly.
Then, one morning, Bruce woke up without any of the blankets on him.
That was odd. Clark wasn’t normally a blanket hog; if anything, he tended to shove the blankets over to Bruce’s side, especially on hotter nights. Bruce lazily turned his head to one side, looking in Clark’s direction - only to be faced with a wall of comforter, as if someone was holding it straight up. Confused, Bruce’s eyes followed the comforter upward.
To his surprise, he saw Clark floating at least five feet in the air, comforter and sheets hanging off of him, still fast asleep.
Bruce sat straight up and raised an eyebrow, dumbfounded. He hadn’t seen Clark do this before, he didn’t even know that was possible.
“Clark?” Bruce said wearily. “Sunshine? You alright?”
“Mmmm…” Clark groaned, rolling over above him, letting the comforter and the sheets slide off of him. Clark, for his part, seemed entirely unfazed. “Good mo-o-orning,” he said, failing to stifle a yawn.
He lazily floated to the other side of the bed, touching down on the floor. “I’m gonna make some breakfast,” he said, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “Want some?”
“Sure…” Bruce said, still perplexed, watching Clark with disbelief as he left for the kitchen.
The second time it happened, Bruce was carried along with him.
Bruce had a tendency to hold onto Clark when he slept. It was nice, really, waking up to his arms full of Clark. Clark certainly seemed to enjoy it, often teasing Bruce about how he clung to him “like a baby bat.”
So when Bruce woke up lying on top of Clark, he didn’t realize anything was wrong at first.
Yawning and stretching his arms, Bruce started to pull himself away from Clark. It took him a moment to notice something was up when he stretched his leg and felt it hanging in the air. That was weird. Maybe he’d rolled to the other side of the bed?
The realization that Clark was, indeed, floating again, and that he’d taken Bruce for the ride, set in quickly, and Bruce panicked, tumbling off of Clark and taking the blankets with him. Clark rolled around in midair, looking around in confusion.
“What the- Bruce?” Clark asked. “I’m so sorry! Are you ok? I didn’t mean to-”
“I’m fine, Clark,” Bruce said, throwing the blankets off of his face. “Just took me by surprise.”
Clark’s whole face turned red, muttering a few more “sorry’s” as he floated back down to the ground.
“I-I’ll go make breakfast,” Clark said, and he rushed out of the bedroom without saying a word. Bruce shook his head and slowly clambered out of bed.
After freshening up in the bathroom, Bruce came downstairs to see Clark preparing bacon and eggs. Clark heard Bruce coming and turned to flash him an awkward smile as he brought the food over to the dining table.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” Clark said as he set breakfast down before Bruce. “I didn’t mean-”
“You’ve apologized seven times in the past ten minutes,” Bruce said. “It’s fine.”
Clark just nodded and sat down to eat. As Bruce started digging into his food, he asked, “Why do you do that?”
“Hmm?” Clark looked up from eating.
“Floating like that in your sleep,” Bruce clarified.
Clark shrugged and said, “I guess it’s like sleepwalking for me. You know how some people sleepwalk when they get restless? I start floating.”
Bruce nodded and asked, “How long has this been going on?”
“Ever since I was little, I guess,” Clark said. “Ma would come into my room to wake me up and find me halfway towards the ceiling. Scared the living daylights out of her when she first saw it, she almost called a priest.” Clark chuckled and took a bite of his eggs.
“So you sleep float when you’re stressed,” Bruce said. Already, an idea had begun to form in his head.
That idea led to a package on the doorstep of the Wayne Manor a few days later. Clark was the one to bring it in, curious about what Bruce had ordered.
"It’s a weighted blanket,” Bruce explained as he opened the box. “It’s supposed to help with sleep issues. I used one when I was younger, it helped me sleep better. I was thinking maybe it could help with the whole floating… thing.”
“Bit heavy for a blanket,” Clark said as he picked it up and unfolded it.
“It’s thirty pounds,” Bruce said. “Though I can get a heavier one if-”
“Oh no, thank you,” Clark said with a smile. “Can’t wait to try it out tonight!” He happily bundled it in his arms as he carried it up to the bedroom.
The fruits of Bruce’s idea showed the next morning, when Clark woke up smiling, still on the bed and spry as ever.
“Good morning, honey,” he said, ruffling Bruce’s hair.
“You’re happy this morning,” Bruce smirked.
“Boy am I,” Clark said. “You were right, that thing works wonders. That’s the best sleep I’ve had in a long time!”
Bruce smiled, a bit proud of himself. The blanket would be a keeper from here on out.