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Bruce carefully raises his cupped palms to eye level. He stares in amazement at the little man sitting in the center of his hands. The residual energy of his transformation tingles against his skin, tiny sparks of sensation.
Clark peers up at him with wide eyes. “Bruce,” he says, his voice several registers higher than his usual. “You’ve grown big.”
“No, you’re small.”
“Oh.” Clark’s cape feels like gossamer whispering against his palm as Clark struggles to his feet, finding his balance on the uneven surface of Bruce’s hands. After a moment, he lifts into the air like a hummingbird taking flight.
Bruce lets his hands falls and watches with amusement as Clark flits around the room like some whimsical fairy. He comes to a stop in front of Bruce’s face, hovering closer as Bruce crosses his eyes to keep track of the tiny flying Clark. Pinpoints of pressure settles against his bottom lip; Clark’s small hands resting against his skin. There’s a third, softer point of contact and the lightest whisp of a breath against his lips.
“But not too small to kiss you.”