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The black cape is going to kill him.
oOo
It had been a magic using villain who could harness the power of any mythical deity.
“Superman, stay out of range!” Bruce shouted, readying a grappling hook. “Diana, I’ll distract until you can get in with the lasso.”
Diana nods and runs off to her position. Bruce rushes forward and throws a smoke bomb at the target.
“By the might of Boreas!” cries the villain, and a gust of wind blows the smoke away. Bruce grunts as he dodges blows from the magic staff.
“By the strength of the Morrigan!” The villain gains skill and speed, the staff catching Bruce with a crack upon the skull. His vision rings.
Dizzy on the ground, he feels warm hands grab him and rush him to safety.
“I’ve got this, B.” Superman says. Bruce blinks through the pounding headache as Superman takes to the air, blasting at the villain with icy breath.
“You idiot,” Bruce says. “Get out of range!”
“By the power of Cythonna!” the villain screams and a blast of blue magic hits Clark right in the chest. He falls to the ground.
“Superman!” Bruce shouts. Diana leaps out from her hiding spot, kicking the villain to ground and subduing them with her lasso. Bruce finds Clark in the crater, huddled in on himself.
“Did we win?” he asks, teeth chattering. He’s shivering like crazy.
“No thanks to you.” Bruce says, and drapes his cape over him.
oOo
“A few weeks at least” is what the Fortress computer says once they get the shivering Clark under the scanner. “A month at most.”
“The threat has been neutralized.” Bruce says. “Why is this spell taking longer than the others to wear off?”
“The invocation of a Kryptonian goddess likely produced a stronger effect upon the Kryptonian form.” Gary brings a bundle of black cloth, folded neatly in his mechanical hands. “Clothing that provides peak solar absorption and insulation will help alleviate the symptoms.” He gives Bruce a judgmental look. “Perhaps you’ll lend him some of yours as well.”
Bruce takes the clothes, looking down at the black supersuit and boots, complete with a silver House of El sigil and heavy black cloak. He looks back at Clark, now asleep on the examination table, wrapped in his own black cape.
He likes how the color looks on him too much already.
“A month,” he grumbles. “And this is the only color it comes in?”
“You of all people should be aware of the heat absorption qualities of black materials.” Gary says snottily. Bruce glares right back.
“I don’t think he’ll like being limited to one color for a month.” Bruce says.
Gary looks down his nose.
“You’d be surprised,” he says. “He went through quite a phase in highschool.”