ABC meme - Steampunk

[icarus_chained]

Title: Homecoming
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: DC (AU)
Characters/Pairings: Bruce/Clark, Alfred/J'onn
Summary: There are all kinds of wonder in the universe
Continuity: Set in my Steampunk AU, just after "Wind At Midnight"
Wordcount:  378
Notes: for uknoit863

The first time Clark saw J'onn, Gotham's alien, the man who might know who and what he was, he felt an incredible sense of awe and no little shock.

Some of it might have been the man's form. Long, green, spiny, he was like nothing Clark had ever seen, ever hoped to see. It ... brought home to him the reality of it, maybe. That he was here, on Gotham, the Black Bitch herself, flying through the very stars themselves. That out here, there were more than just humans, more than just freaks of nature, more than Luthor's propaganda could ever have let them believe. Out here ... it was vast and strange and wonderful and terrifying. A thought worthy of awe if there ever was one.

But he didn't think that was it, really. He rather thought it was the way J'onn had been greeted.

Bruce had caught his arm as they went to meet him, still in his Nightlord's regalia, still the proud, strong lord of his city. And then Clark had caught a glimmer in his eyes, a boyish kind of smile that he'd never seen before, and he followed where Bruce led with never a question, just to see what caused it.

Then, sequestered in the ceiling vents of the hangar, his arms snug around his Lord, his Bruce, watching the light in his eyes, he'd seen them. The Martian, the alien ... and Alfred.

It was like watching some kind of silent dance, performed in utter stillness. The green form wrapped itself gently around the black and silver of the human, amber eyes glowing as Alfred smiled, alien lips pressing themselves gently to forehead, eyes, mouth. Slow, gentle. A reunion. No. A homecoming. It was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. And then he'd looked at Bruce, at his shining eyes and soft, childlike expression, the wonder of him, the joy, and he'd known, deep in his heart, deep in his soul.

One day, they would have that. Be that. One day, no matter how long they might have been apart, no matter how far away they might have been ... they'd return to each other, and it would be a silent dance of homecoming.

What was all the vastness of the universe, compared to that thought?