Clark has a beautiful smile. It's no secret. It shows when he's talking to someone, or laughing at something on his phone that Barry sent him. Or when he's at a charity. It's 'an award winning smile' as Hal would say.
Lately he's starting to smile more. Laughing at even the smallest of things. A book could fall over, and his mouth would twitch as his broad shoulders shake. It's like he's seeing the world in a much brighter light. Nearly blinding, Bruce thinks. Maybe he just hates bright things too much.
It's the things only the Bat would notice. How Clark's left hand is fiddling with his cape underneath the JL meeting table. How his pupils are enlarged as he stares at you, watching you talk to Diana. He's not listening, of course. He's too busy listening to your heartbeat with his superhearing. He's obsessed with the calming sound of thump, thump, thump coming from your chest.
His chin is resting in his large palm. A rather boyish way to sit for someone of his stature. Infact, even his posture is off. Something only Bruce would notice. Clark's smile never leaves as his head tilts a little, watching the way you talk. He wants to ask you what your favorite perfume is. He's subtly taking a long inhale of your scent. He'd love to smell it on his sheets sometime-
No, Clark. He reprimanded himself in his mind. He can't help it. Ever since you joined the League, he's got a bit of a crush. Totally. There's just something about you that Lois didn't have. Maybe it's the way you carry yourself. Or your pretty eyes.
His pupils dilated further before his hearing picks up a faint tearing noise. His index finger had poked through the rose colored fabric. Nobody had heard or noticed, thank Rao. He rolls his eyes. He needs a better suit. He could've sworn his suit was able to withhold his strength.
A quick nudge from the Scarlet Speedster himself throws him out of his dopamine haze. "Huh? Say did what you?" He stammered. He screws his eyes shut with a wince. Did he really just mess that up? Everyone chuckles a bit. What a weirdo.