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marauderundercover · 3 years

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Taking Chances Ch. 21: Apologies (Father’s Day)

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Marinette purses her lips as she looks at the neatly wrapped package in her hand. She knew she should still give it to her dad, shouldn’t let her hurt over the Gala stop her from celebrating Father’s Day with him for the first time. She’d already gotten confirmation from her Maman that her present for her Papa had arrived. So that was taken care of. A small part of her, the petty part, wanted to use Kaalki and go back to Paris for Father’s Day. But she also didn’t want to hurt her dad, no matter how much he’d hurt her. She had to be better than that, she is Ladybug after all. Sighing, she drops the present onto her bed. Grabbing the rest of what she needed for a movie night at one of Jason’s safe houses, she rushes out of her room. She knew that her dad’s conversation with Superman in the Batcave wouldn’t last too long, and then he’d be looking for her and Damian to lecture the hell out of them. Unfortunately for him, neither of them planned to be around to listen to it.

“Got everything Pixie Pop?” Jason asks as she rushes down the last of the steps, barely stopping herself from falling. She quickly balances herself and shoots her brother a small grin.

“Yup. Let’s go before I can get grounded.” She says, rushing past him and out the door, grinning as she hears his loud cackles behind her. It will get better. She’d talk to her dad eventually, and shove the bad feelings away. But she was going to let herself mope for another day. After all, letting herself feel negative emotions was part of the reason her parents agreed to let her stay in Gotham for the summer.

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“What do you mean there’s an entire movie about you and Cat boy?” Jason asks, shoving another cookie in his mouth. Marinette shrugs.

“I mean we have a movie. It’s not my favorite, it’s kind of ridiculous. None of it is accurate. Except, Adrien did voice Chat Noir for the movie...still not sure why he thought that was a good idea.” She says, thinking back to the original premiere of the movie and all of the drama that came with it.

“Well shit. He’s not the brightest kid, is he?” Jason asks with a snort. Marinette opens her mouth to argue, then remembers some of Adrien’s….less brilliant moments. Okay, so maybe he’s not perfect.

“Ya know, we were once cast as Ladybug and Chat Noir in a music video.” She says, snorting at the look on Jason’s face.

“You’ve gotta be kidding. Really? Kid, please tell me you didn’t go through with it.” He says, looking mildly distressed. Marinette just rolls her eyes.

“No, we didn’t. The concept for the video changed and so no more hero costumes. I was terrified though. Kept losing the mask on purpose ‘cause I was convinced the mask would be what gave it away.” She admits with a small laugh.

“Ya know, that’s almost as bad as the time that someone at WE thought it’d be a good idea to enter B in a Batman look alike contest. Sent in his photo and everything.” Jason says with a snort. Marinette’s jaw drops.

“Wait, really?” She asks. He nods.

“Yup. But that’s not the best part.” He says. Her eyebrows furrowed together. What could possibly be better- Oh. No, oh my-

“He lost, didn’t he!” She cheers, laughing at Jason’s huge smile.

“Of course he did! You didn’t really think Brucie Wayne could ever be THE Batman, did you?” He asks with a smirk.

“Who entered him?” Marinette asks, kind of assuming that Jason did it with Tim’s computer.

“No one could ever prove anything, but Lucius Fox couldn’t stop smiling for weeks after it happened.” Jason says.

“No way, Lucius Fox? Oh my god!” She starts laughing again, the negative feelings from earlier almost completely gone. Disappeared. Times like these, she was beyond relieved that she wasn’t an only child anymore. She doesn’t know how she’d ever function again without her brothers and Cass.

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Bruce takes a deep breath before knocking on Marinette’s door. He’d spent some time talking to Clark in an attempt to calm down. He still couldn’t believe his two youngest children had gone to the Watchtower without permission...well, he could believe that Damian went. But not Marinette. And then there was her attitude towards him at the Tower. Her posture was very Damian, but her words and tone were very much Jason. He couldn’t decide if he was glad that they were bonding, or frustrated with the way his sons were corrupting his daughter. Not hearing an answer on the other side of the door, he knocks again.

“If?” He says. Alfred nods.

“Marinette, I know you’re angry, but shutting yourself away in your room is not the answer. I’ll give you ten more minutes, but then we need to talk about your behavior today.” He says, nodding to himself. That sounded good. That was right, right?

“I’m certain that wouldn’t work on Miss Marinette even if she was in her room, Master Bruce.” Alfred says, giving him an unimpressed look. Bruce’s eye twitches.

“Indeed, sir. It seems that Miss Marinette will not be sleeping at the manor tonight.” He says, turning to walk away.

“And I’m assuming you know where she is?” Bruce says, doubting that Alfred will actually give up her location. He’d definitely been picking the kids’ side the last two weeks or so. It was different, and he wasn’t fond of the change.

“Of course I do, sir.” Alfred says, raising an eyebrow in a silent challenge.

“Will you tell me where she is?” He asks, trying hard not to huff when Alfred shakes his head.

“Of course not, sir.” He says before walking away. Right. So she wasn’t sleeping at the manor, but she was safe. If she wasn’t, Alfred would have told him where she was. He mentally runs through a list of possible places she could be. Dick’s apartment, one of Jason’s safe houses, the Siren’s apartment, Paris- He pales as he realizes that she could definitely be in Paris. Was she really so upset that she would go back to Paris? Would she ever come back if she left? He lets out an uneven breath. He messed up. He messed up and now she was going to go back to Paris and she’d never talk to him again. Unless- maybe she didn’t. Swallowing the guilt that appears at the thought, he pushes her door open. If she had left for Paris, she would’ve taken everything with her. The sight of her clothes and sewing supplies still scattered around the room makes him breathe a sigh of relief. She hadn’t left Not yet. He’s about to walk out when an envelope on her bed catches his eye. Frowning, he walks over and picks it up, ‘Dad’ written on it in neat cursive. Now standing by her bed, he realizes there’s also a neatly wrapped package (Batman wrapping paper) on it. He smiles, then glances back at the envelope. He opens it, smiling at the art on the cardstock. It was clearly Marinette’s art, but he was confused why it was addressed to him.

‘Dad, I just wanted to let you know that I’m so happy you’re my Dad, and I’m so glad that I got to meet you. Finding out that I was adopted was a little scary, but you’ve made sure I’ve been okay through it all. Happy Father’s Day! Love, Marinette’

Bruce blinks. She was scared. If he had to guess, she was most likely scared that the family wouldn’t accept her. They’d been getting along so well, until the Gala mistake. Until he’d decided for her. Assumed she wouldn’t want to go to the Gala. And now she didn’t even want to stay at the manor tonight, and she was angry enough earlier to throw a chair at him. He pushes a hand through his hair, cursing lowly under his breath. He had to fix this.

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A sharp pounding at the door makes Jason leap off the couch. He holds up a finger and gestures for Marinette to hide. No one should be here. No one else knows which of his safe houses he was at today. Grabbing a gun, he walks over, glancing through the peephole. He scoffs.

“Get the fuck outta here Bruce.” He calls through the door, watching Marinette as she immediately tenses as if she’s gonna run. He shakes his head at her. She didn’t have to run, he sure as hell wouldn’t open the door if she didn’t want him to.

“Jason, open the door. I need to talk to Marinette.” Bruce calls, Jason snorts.

“Yeah, not gonna happen B.” He says.

“I would like to apologize to her.” Bruce says. Jason blinks. That’s new. Did the old man finally figure out that fuck ups warrant apologies? He glances over at Marinette, raising an eyebrow. It was her call. The unsure look on her face almost makes him decide for her. Almost. The kid’d had enough of people deciding shit for her.

“Let him in.” She says. He opens the door, glaring at the man.

“Is it okay if he comes in?” She whispers, and Jason nods.

“Up to you kiddo.” He whispers back. She stands taller, pushing her shoulders back before nodding.

“She’s the one who let you in. Don’t fuck this up.” He warns before stepping aside and letting Bruce walk in.

“Marinette.” He says, nodding at her. Jason groans. Yeah, B was totally gonna fuck this up.

“Father.” She says, shifting so that her arms are crossed, a neutral expression on her face. God, he really hopes her mimicking Demon Spawn is just a phase.

“I would like to preface this conversation by letting you know I went into your room.” Bruce says. Marinette just raises an eyebrow. Yeah, Jason wasn’t seeing the connection either. “I apologize for invading your privacy like that, Damian has definitely reminded me several times that your personal rooms are not to be messed with. However, when Alfred let me know you weren’t sleeping at the manor tonight, I was worried that perhaps you had gone back to Paris.”

“I wouldn’t have gone back without telling you. Well, other than akuma attacks. Do you really think I’d do something like that?” She asks, frowning.

“I know that I’ve done things I’m not proud of when hurt. Things that I came to regret. And I saw earlier today how hurt you actually are. I didn’t realize-” He pauses. “I also read the card that was on your bed.”

“What! No, that was- that was for Father’s Day.” She says with a sigh.

“I didn’t open the gift. I originally thought the envelope would have a note from you on where you had gone. Or that you never wanted to see me again. I thought the chances were pretty even.” He says and Jason snorts.

“Oh, okay. Wait, why would you ever think that? Yes, I was hurt. I still am hurt, if I’m being honest. But I don’t want to cut you out of my life.” She says, shaking her head.

“Nor do I want you out of ours.” Bruce says. Marinette blinks. “I realize now what it must have looked like, to you. Not informing you about the Gala, taking the rest of the family. It was, admittedly, not my best moment. I made a decision for you when I should’ve asked you what you wanted. You could have even come with us as MDC, but I took that option away from you. I am very sorry, Marinette. I am glad that you’re my daughter, sweetheart.” He says and Jason blinks. Well shit. The old man did have feelings. Too bad no one would ever believe him if he tried to say something about it. He watches as the tension in Marinette’s body drops almost instantly before she runs over and launches herself at Bruce. She wraps her arms around him and Jason can see the way her body shakes. Bruce just stands there, staring down at the top of her head in shock.

“You wrap your arms around her.” Jason snarks. Bruce blinks before listening, returning Marinette’s hug. Well, they were still dysfunctional as hell, but at least now he’d be able to take Pixie Pop to the manor without feeling like an asshole brother.

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Marinette bounces nervously in her seat as she watches her brothers hand her dad presents. She’s shocked when Jason hands over a small gift, knowing that the two’s relationship wasn’t….great. She leans forward in anticipation, watching and waiting to see what he’d picked out.

“Thank you, Jason. Clark will never let me live this down.” Her dad says, the fondness in his tone not matching the frown on his face. He turns the box around and the room erupts in laughter. Somehow, Jason had found a company that made customizable bobbleheads. The body was probably just a stock body, dressed in civilian clothes with a superman suit peaking through the shirt. And the head, the head was hilarious. It was very obviously crafted to look like their dad, specifically with his ‘Brucie Wayne’ smile. It was awful and amazing at the same time.

“I think Jaybird wins best gift.” Dick says with a grin.

“Tt. Unlikely. The new katana that Cass and I gave him is obviously superior.” Damian says, crossing his arms.

“I don’t know Damian, I still haven’t given him my present.” She points out, grinning at the slight frown on Damian’s face.

“While I doubt your present could be better than mine, there is no doubt it will be better received than Todd’s.” Damian says. Marinette snorts at the look on Jason’s face.

“Listen Demon Spawn, there’s this thing called humor. That’s what my gift had. I know you wouldn’t know anything about humor, so let me explain it to you.” He starts, and Marinette jumps in to cut him off before they can start arguing. It was Father’s Day, the least they could do is avoid fighting with each other for a couple more hours.

“And this one’s from me.” She says, passing him the present wrapped in Batman wrapping paper. She grins as Tim and Dick both laugh, not having seen it before now.

“I think Mari might win just ‘cause of the paper.” Tim admits, taking a large drink of his iced coffee that Marinette had picked up for him. She’d had to fight an akuma right before they started presents, so she’d stopped and got Tim coffee from the shop that he’d tried when they’d all been in Paris. She watches in anticipation as her dad carefully unwraps the box, opening it and pulling out the black suit jacket. He smiles at her.

“Did you make this? It’s amazing.” He says, and her brothers nod in agreement (though Damian does so reluctantly).

“Look at the inside of it.” She says, gesturing for him to unfold it. His eyebrow twitches, but he does as she says. She watches his face for the moment he spots it, and grins when his face drops into a wide smile. On the inside of the left side of the jacket, she’d added a breast pocket. It wasn’t really for anything though. Instead, it was so that she could embroider all of his children’s names in a way so that it would rest above his heart. The jacket also had tiny bat logos embroidered at the cuffs of the jacket. The thread was shiny and very dark so that it would barely show up against the black of the jacket. It had to be lit just right to see it, but as he tilted the jacket again, she knew he saw it. It had taken longer than suit jackets normally do for her, but it was because she knew that it had to be perfect. It was, after all, the first piece of clothing she’d made for her dad.

“It’s perfect, Marinette.” He says softly, running a hand over the names. She lets out a sigh of relief before smiling at him. Things were still a little rough, but they were so much better than they’d been the night of the Gala. She was glad that she had stayed, that she hadn’t ran like she had so badly wanted to.

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squishneedsahero · 3 years

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Reasons

Awesomest of Them All 2.0

Part 4 of 13

Word Count: 1809

Batman x Batmom!Reader

You know what the bat family needs? Someone to pull them together and give them all the love they deserve. Who better to do that than you? An author rising to stardom in Gotham who catches the eye of a billionaire with your standoffish attitude at a huge social gathering. You are yourself and never pretend to be more or less than that. Plus you're the most stubborn person in the world, refusing to let good things go without reason.

This is a rewrite of my story Awesomest of Them All, I wanted to see how much I've improved over 3 years.

"You're breaking up with me?" You say it like a question, offendedly and confused, from your point of view everything was going good, but apparently it wasn't.

"I am. I'm sorry y/n it's not you it's-"

"Nu-uh, Bruce Thomas Fucking Wayne you are not going end things with that cliche line," you say sounding pissed. "I love you and if you want to end things that is fine but you better as hell give me one good fucking reason why.

"But-no-were done y/n," he says, sounding confused as to why you're arguing with him. Why did you have to be so stubborn?! If anything it only made him love you more.

"No we aren't done at least until you give me a good reason. If you're going to end things with me then I deserve to at least know why when as far as I know everything is perfect according to Gotham standards," you cross your arms and pop your hip. This was the first real relationship you'd had in your life and him ending it without warning wasn't something you could handle. You needed to at the very least know why. Why had he invited you over? Why had Dick and Alfred greeted you normally? Just for him to try and end things? It made zero sense.

He looks away from you, with the angry tears in your beautiful eyes. You the first woman he has genuinely fallen head over heels for that he was currently trying to end things with. It was hurting him just as much as it hurt you, but he had a good reason. He didn't want you getting hurt because of his night job.

Both Alfred and Dick had tried to tell him you could handle it, and he knew they were right. You would be able to handle the fact that he was Batman, but he knew he couldn't handle you getting hurt. He knew that was his breaking point.

It's as you're staring at him with the tears beginning to run down your cheeks that he reaches his other breaking point. Seeing you hurting and confused, he couldn't bring himself to lie to your face another time.

"What?" You ask, seeing the slight changes to his posture and expression.

He takes a breath, "I'm trying to keep you safe y/n-"

"You're trying to keep me safe?" You ask your own expression softening. "Bruce," you reach a hand up to cup his cheek as you always had, but he catches it before you can touch him.

"Yes, I can't handle seeing you hurt. Even now, when I know I have good reasons for trying to leave you, I can't bring myself to actually do it because I can see how much it's hurting you even if you're yelling at me," his hand drops yours and comes to cup your cheek, a slight smile coming to his lips.

Your breathing hitches for a moment as he speaks, you can feel how genuine he is being, "Bruce-" actual tears begin to run down your cheeks at his proclamation of love. Your arms wrap around his torso and you lean your head against his chest, "Bruce, my love, that is the opposite of a good reason to break up with me. I hope you realize that."

His deep laugh echos through your ears, and his hand runs through your hair. "I know my dear, I can't do it. I can't bring myself to end things with you. If you had walked out after I tried the first time I would have, but I cannot bring myself to argue with you when I know deep down I'm wrong even if I like to think I'm keeping you safe."

"Well, as sweet as that is I'm glad you at least are acknowledging the fact that you're a dumbass for thinking it might work," you laugh gently and lean back to look at his face. "So, can I know what has you so convinced I'm going to be hurt if I continue my relationship with you?"

The two of you stand in silence for a few minutes just hugging each other before he says, "it'll be better for me t show you, as knowing you if I were to just tell you you would laugh and think I'm joking."

This of course causes you to laugh, "me? Laugh at you? What in the world makes you think I would do that?"

He laughs gently, "I don't know what would make me think that, dear." He doesn't wait for a real answer, instead taking your hand and leading you into the study and up to the beautiful dark colored oak wood grand father clock. He doesn't say anything as he moves the hands on the clock and it opens like a door revealing a staircase. He leads you down, still holding your hand.

You, are of course confused by this, because who the hell has a secret room in their house?! Well, billionaires, that's who. But that still doesn't tell you why he had a secret room. You look to him for an answer but he simply continues leading you down the stairs.

Once you reach the bottom of the stairs you stop, and look around amazed at the vast cave you found you were in. It's dark, and you can't see much so you revert back to default settings and ask, "you have a sex cave?"

He laughs, clearly amused with that question. The fact that he had expected any other reaction just showed him how often you surprised him. "No, y/n," he leads you a little further into the cave before letting go of your hand and saying, "wait here, I'm going to turn the lights on."

You nod, and wait as you hear him move off through the dark. Your mind was reeling, what in the world was this place? Whatever it was, it was important to him and he was trusting you with it.

It's after a few moments that the lights light up the large space. A gasp leaves you as you see on one end of the cave a huge computer screen built into the rock, on the other end a car, helicopter and a whole ass airplane. It's as you slowly turn in a circle that Bruce comes back over to you and catches you in his arms.

You were facing a taxidermy T-Rex as he leans down to softly say in your ear, "I'm Batman."

A chill goes down your spine and you know it's true, not that you could really question it when he has a bat-mobile and T-Rex in his basement. Your hands find their way down to rest on his, "I guess this would be a good reason to break up with me, if you're still wanting too."

He shakes his head, "I love you too much to do that to you. Plus, me telling you defeats the purpose of any of that stupidity," he says, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a deep kiss.

"So, this is why I couldn't spend the night?"

"Yes," he laughs softly and kisses you again as he picks you up. Your legs find their way to lock around his waist, as he carries you over to the chair in front of the computer. He sets you on the desk, kissing you deeply yet again, one of his hands traveling up your shirt to draw circles on your side.

How could he be the worlds greatest detective and also not have guessed that you, the woman he loves would argue with him when he tried to leave you? He had almost made the biggest mistake of his life that day and now all of his emotions were overcoming him, he wanted, needed you close to him.

Sooner than he wants you break the kiss and end the make out session. You gently kiss his lips one time and ask, "so, how much am I allowed to know?" You press another quick kiss to his cheek as you stand up, and say, "I love you."

He doesn't let you move far from him, sitting himself in the desk chair and pulling you into his lap. "Anything you want to know you can," he brushes your hair back from your face and tilts his head to press a kiss to your neck.

"Hey!" You laugh and push his face back from you. "I want you to answer my questions, not try and distract me!" You spin yourself to straddle him, a hand going to rest on his hip, "after questions, then maybe, I'll let you kiss me." You purse your lips in thought, "maybe I'll let you do more than just kiss me, but that depends on if you behave," you tease gently.

He laughs and shakes his head slightly, "alright, I'll restrain myself from kissing you anymore, until you have your questions answered. After that though," that smirk comes to his lips as he suggestively lets his hand go up the back of your shirt to rest on your shoulder blade.

You sigh dramatically, and roll your eyes gently, even if you were excited to see him like this. "Okay, I'll make it fast. Does this mean Dick is Robin? Is that Clark Kent guy actually Superman and that's how Dick knew him? Finally I'd like to formally apologize for doing your job that first time we met when Joker tried to shoot me and I went on autopilot and told him he had lipstick in his teeth."

Bruce laughs, "yes, Dick is Robin. I'm surprised you already put that together with Clark, usually Superman is far away so him wearing glasses works. And, my love, it is more than alright that you did my job for me. I couldn't have done it better myself, though I probably would not have fallen on top of Joker after flipping him," he teases gently and kisses your cheek, "but no, I should have known from that that you can handle yourself."

You smile and press a kiss to his lips, "well, at the very least I'm sorry for insulting you when I did thank you that night."

He laughs again, "y/n, I love every part of you and if I am honest with myself that is the night I started falling for you. You amaze me with your ability to laugh and stand strong in the face of danger, I save people every night and have never seen anyone else react like you."

You push a hand against his chest, "stop, you're making me blush."

He rolls his eyes and laughs at you again, before growing more serious as he looks at you, saying in a low, sexy, voice, "a deals a deal, y/n, I'm going to make you do more than blush tonight."

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wolfflock · 3 years

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Reactions to Superman and Lois S01E08

Lois seeing a therapist, damn, look at them going for the mental health angle again. Good for them. Also, Lois hurt someone!?! Oh God. panics

And they are talking to the kids about how they are??? About time. But then... they don't actually talk. 😫 And it's Jon WANTING TO HELP again. Baby, let them help you 😭

Isn't it weird that the RV is with the Kents? Like, shouldn't that be in evidence, protected by the government or military? 😅

Little AI bot: "Identify yourself" Lois: "Lois Lane" Bot: "Voice authentication completed. Good morning, Lois." Lois: "How do you know my name?"

Sweetie, YOU JUST TOLD THAT THING YOUR NAME 😂 "How do you know who I am" might have been a better question.

Sarah is getting some extracurricular activities, okay. Tying stage performance to her and Jordan's anxiety, nice. I can roll with this.

Okay, but why are the boys AND Clark stepping back from the football team? Like, what is their excuse? The Coach is just "okay, fair"?

"THE KRYPTONIANS ARE HERE" what?!?!?!

I'm sorry, but Tyler has such a soft boy look, even in the suit. How can you think he will turn on anyone? He's a puppy 😅

Fuck you, Sassy Clark, I love you so much 😂

"Learning that the man who's trying to kill your husband is your other husband from another world? It kind of feels like new ground to me."

Sooooo when is that talking about feelings with the boys thing coming? Because I'm still waiting.

I like how excited Kyle is about Sarah and her music career 🥺 Now I'm wondering what Kyle is regretting not doing.

Jon being sad about not meeting his sister, Nat, I am CREY 😭

The RV locked him in!!! IS THIS WHEN JON FINALLY SHOWS POWERS!?!? No, false alarm, Clark saves the day. 🙄

AND IT'S JON LOIS YELLS AT????? Poor kid just wants to help, and he gets shit? LET HIM FUCKING TELL HOW HE FEELS. LOIS WTF DON'T CALL HIM STUPID!!!??? Okay, Clark, sweetie, this is when you jump in, while the kid is there, and stop her from calling him stupid. Not after it's all been said and he runs away in tears. But at least he said he would talk to him. Which WE NEVER FUCKING SEE, GODDAMIT, WHY????

FUCK, and Kyle knows Lana didn't put his name down on purpose. Fuck, they were finally getting better as a couple.😫🥺

MISCARRIAGE?????? WHAAAAAAAAAAA. The name they picked for the baby is Natalie, right???? Fucking called it! Natalie gsgagahdhjaha

KRYPTONIAN DUDE in the army!!!

Okay, but Lois thinking they lost the baby because of her 😭😭😭🥺 Also, thank you, therapist, for saying it's so often genetic and not environmental, and that her doing regular stuff during is totally fine. It wasn't her fault.

I understand her but I really hope she has a proper heart to heart with Jon where she asks HIM about his feelings.

"The only person I have here" JONATHAN IS LONELY, give him friends!

Jordan helping out Sarah with the audition 🥺They are so cute playing music together and yet again, no one is talking to Jon because other things are more important

Okay but why didn't we see Clark talking to Jon?????? Fucking no one is comforting that kid on screen...????!

Clark going to the sector where weapons could literally kill him... yes 🥺 immediately gets blasted in the face with kryptonite aerosol

Another fight Superman doesn't win? YUP, saved by Irons, then by Lois. 🙈

Clark believes John Henry, YES. Hopefully John Henry will become Steel soon enough.

Kyle is failing as a dad. Again 😓 I hope that's rock bottom for him and he can start getting up from there because I'm getting tired of him fucking up over and over again with no improvement. Guess him chucking all the booze could be considered a start?

Jordan now has a new/old hobby, he's playing the piano. WHY DOES JON NOT HAVE SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!

When the twins were 18 months old, that's when the miscarriage happened? They made it sound like it was so recent. Those feelings have been festering inside Lois for 13 years!?!?!?

WHY DOES JON FORGIVE IMMEDIATELY??? LET HIM BE MAD ffs, he's a 14-year-old teenager, saying "I had already lost a kid and I didn't wanna lose another" shouldn't make a teen go "yeah, that's rough, I'm sorry" like she didn't call him stupid or said he would have been the only one to blame had he died.

Jordan Elsass is nailing it, damn. And Bitsie is right there with him. 💜

This was a very emotional episode, dealing with a lot of heavy stuff but they did it really well 🥺

#superman and lois #cw s&l #cw s&l liveblog #i'm in this picture and i like it #tyler hoechlin #jordan elsass #bitsie tulloch #s01e08

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ajeepgirl · 3 years

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Shut Up and Dance

Summary: Cat Grant is attending an event in Metropolis and insists that Kara Danvers go with her as her assistant. During the gala, Kara is awestruck by the most stunning pair of green eyes she has ever seen. She can't help but want to get to know the woman who's eyes are so alluring.

AKA: a fluffy little one shot based on the song Shut up and dance by Walk the Moon set in/around S1 of Supergirl.

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Kara was staring down into her glass of wine, wishing she was human so it would actually get her drunk. She grumbled to herself, annoyed at everyone in her life at that moment.

Annoyed with her boss Cat Grant for making her come to Metropolis with her for this conference, only to ditch Kara as soon as they arrive at the evening gala.

Annoyed that Clark couldn’t be bothered to make time to meet her for coffee, even in his own city. She thought he would at least make time to see her, but when she told him she would be here for the weekend, all he gave her was a half-ass apology, saying he was busy chasing a story

Annoyed that Alex wasn’t responding to her text messages in this very moment.

Kara sighed. She shouldn’t be mad at her sister. She knows how busy the DEO can get sometimes. She just hopes they don’t have any emergencies or need Supergirl. She can see her boss across the room, doing her thing with people that wouldn’t give Kara, Cat Grant’s personal assistant, the time of day.

But she also knows that Ms. Grant would immediately know if she dipped out of this gala. So instead, Kara sips her wine and tries not to eat all the food she can get her hands on. She takes in the scene around her. It’s like going to the Met Gala in NYC, except instead of being about fashion, this weekend is all about the Fortune 500 companies in the world. More specifically, about their CEO’s and CFO’s and whoever they think is important enough to invite. Of course, what is a party without a little intrigue? So, in addition, for the final event of the weekend, everyone is wearing a masquerade mask to cover their eyes and upper face. It is all very over the top, in Cat Grant’s opinion, since she knows everyone. To Kara, she thought it was adorable and cool, though she didn’t say so to her boss.

The gala is held in a huge ballroom that even has an area with people dancing. It is a gala, after all, Kara thinks to herself. Though what does she know about rich, fancy people? As Kara looks around the room, taking in the other faces, trying to see if she knows any of them, she spots a new arrival to the gala as they enter in a dark green dress, with a matching masquerade mask. Behind the mask are the most piercing green eyes Kara has ever seen. They have a shimmer to them, a pull for Kara, inviting her in. Kara is awestruck by the woman as she takes in the rest of her. Her dark hair is flowing down her back. Kara debates using her powers, but that would require dipping her glasses down a tiny bit, which are precariously placed overtop her own mask. She chews on her lip, intrigued by the woman as she makes her rounds around the ballroom. Kara is surprised to see the woman having difficulty interacting with the other people here.

Kara starts to use her superhearing to get a better sense of what is going on. How could anyone possibly not want to talk to this alluring person. She first picks up the tail end of a conversation with two men.

“You should have known better than to show up here tonight.”

“Exactly. How could you possibly think this would go any different?”

“It isn’t my fault you idiots cannot see me for who I am.”

Kara watches the woman turn and walk away after her statement, leaving the two men speechless. Kara goes on to listen to her next conversation.

“Hello, Bruce.”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“We both know I need to be. It’s the event of the year for companies like ours.”

The man pauses at the comment as he takes a drink from his glass. “And is it yours now… the company?”

“Of course. It certainly isn’t his anymore. I’m taking over. I have full control and big plans.”

“Well, good luck with that.”

The woman gives this Bruce fellow a curt nod as he walks away, clearly not wanting to be associated with her.

After hearing a few more people completely tear down this woman, Kara can no longer stand by idly. She finds herself walking intently towards her. She catches her a few feet away from a small group of businesspeople that would surely treat her the same. Kara realizes as she takes the last few steps towards her, that she doesn’t actually have a plan on what to say. Instead, she says the first thing that comes to mind.

“The food is better than the people.”

The woman looks at Kara, head tilted, eyebrow raised, as she takes in Kara’s comment. A smirk slowly appears on her face.

“You know, that is an interesting theory. Perhaps I should test it myself.”

“Well, I happen to have an entire plate of food back at my table, if you’re interested.”

She looks just past Kara to the group of people she was approaching, and then back to Kara, who is giving her a bright, warming smile.

“Well, I’m never one to turn down food or science.” The woman offers her arm, which Kara gladly takes with her own, guiding her back to her table.

As they walk, Kara says softly, “I’m Kara, by the way.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Kara. I presume like everyone else here, despite my silly mask, that you know who I am?”

Kara can feel herself blush under her own mask. “Well actually…”

As they sit down, the woman gasps in mock surprise at her. “That would explain your willingness to associate with me.”

Kara shrugs. “What can I say? I saw a beautiful woman who I want to get to know.”

This time, the woman blushes. “Well… Kara. If you must know then, my name is Lena.”

“What a beautiful name.”

The two spend the next hour talking and nibbling on the food and drinking wine, Lena forgetting about her purpose for coming to the gala tonight. It turned out to be a moot point anyway, with no one wanting anything to do with her since her brother tried to kill Superman. She finds Kara endearing and charming, her smile so bright and happy. It’s a change of pace from everything she has been dealing with since taking over the family company. So maybe, for tonight, she can be just Lena. She listens to Kara tell her all about Catco, working for Cat Grant, and living in National City. She talks a little bit about her sister. She talks a lot about Cat and how much she has learned being her assistant.

As the evening goes on, Kara becomes more and more enthralled by Lena. She can tell Lena is holding a lot back. She guesses it has to do with what she overheard earlier, but she can’t ask her about that, considering there is no human way she could have heard that stuff. So instead, she lets Lena tell her what she wants, and shares plenty about herself. After all, Kara knows she herself is also keeping some important stuff a secret considering they only just met this evening.

Knowing all that though, Kara doesn’t want the night to end, so when she can tell that Lena is starting to get a bit antsy and she thinks Lena is about to call it a night, she does the only thing she can think of to keep Lena around longer.

“So… Lena… want to dance?”

Lena’s eyes go wide. “Um… with you?”

Kara’s smile again broadens. “Yes, Lena, with me.”

Lena gives a sly smile as she holds her hand out. “Alright. Let’s go.”

As they made their way to the dance floor, Kara can again feel the eyes of many of the other guests on them. She looked to see Lena’s eyes darting around the room and found herself giving Lena’s hand a gentle squeeze. As Lena looked at her, she gave her a tentative smile. “Don’t you dare look back. Just keep your eyes on me.”

Lena smirked at Kara’s boldness, ready to give it right back. “Oh, just shut up and dance with me, would you?”

As Lena says it, she wraps her arms around Kara’s shoulders, sending a shiver down Kara’s spine as she stumbled to respond with words, but quickly finding her footing on the dance floor. Her hands touching softly on Lena’s hips as they began to sway to the slow music. Lena could feel the warmth radiating from Kara.

They danced in silence for a few minutes before Lena couldn’t help herself anymore.

“Kara, I hope you don’t mind me saying, but your eyes…”

Kara tilted her head as her forehead crinkled. “What about my eyes?” she asked dejectedly.

“No no,” Lena said putting a hand on Kara’s chest instinctively. “What I mean to say is that they are unlike any shade of blue I have ever seen. They are almost electric the way that they seem to glow. They are beautiful.”

Kara blushes under her mask as her head drops. “Oh… um… Thank you…”

“Sorry… if that was too forward,” Lena offers, not wanting to ruin things with the only person to treat her like a human this evening.

Kara looks back up in her eyes. “I’m glad you told me Lena. Your eyes were one of the first things I noticed about you when you walked in tonight.”

Lena’s eyebrow raised in the air suspiciously. “Really now?” Lena knows she is attractive, but her eyes? That isn’t something she often hears.

Kara smiles brightly. “Oh yes. They pulled me right in. I knew I just had to talk to you.” Kara doesn’t say it, not what she really sees when she looks into Lena’s eyes.

Deep in her eyes. I think I see the future.

Lena hides her own blush as she moves in closer, their bodies touching as she whispers in Kara’s ear. “Well, lucky for me that you rescued me from everyone else tonight then.”

Kara responds before she has time to think. “I will always save you Lena.”

Little did either know just exactly how true that statement would come to be.

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Superman & Lois Reveals the Truth About Morgan Edge’s Krypton Plan

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This article contains Superman & Lois episode 10 spoilers.

Superman & Lois Episode 10

Superman & Lois episode 10, “O Mother, Where Art Thou” picks up literally at the moment where we left the show last week, with Morgan Edge revealing to Superman that he’s not only a Kryptonian, but that he may very well be his brother. There was just enough ambiguity in that reveal to leave us wondering if Edge meant it metaphorically or literally, but as this episode explains, he really did mean it. If nothing else, he is biologically the half-brother of Kal-El.

But that’s somehow not even close to the biggest thing that went down in this episode of Superman & Lois, so let’s get down to it…

Tal-Ro and Zeta-Ro

Just to get this out of the way up front, as far as I can tell, neither Tal-Ro (Morgan Edge’s Kryptonian name) or Zeta-Ro (his father) are names from the pages of DC Comics. In fact, the concept of Superman having a literal biological half-brother like this, one that doesn’t involve any kind of fakeout (or a dream/hoax/imaginary story) is completely new.

Lara Lor-Van

But, it’s important to note that the show points out one key difference between Lara’s previous family and the one she started with Jor-El later on. Lara (while in the body of Lana Lang) explains that she had been “genetically matched” with Zeta-Ro, and Tal-Ro was their offspring. She makes it a point to mention that she fell in love with Jor-El and “gave birth” to Kal-El. Why is this significant?

When John Byrne rebooted the Superman comics in 1986 (before “reboot” was a word we all threw around a lot), one of the key changes he made to the mythology was making Krypton a society seemingly devoid of love, and one that had possibly even moved beyond the pursuit of sex as the primary means of reproduction (let alone recreation). Partners were matched based on their genetic compatibility to produce the most suitable offspring, and children were conceived and carried to term in a kind of high tech birthing matrix. Jor-El and Lara were unique in that they actually fell in love, and their love influenced their decision to send baby Kal-El away.

Sound familiar? There were elements of this in Zack Snyder’s Man of Steel movie. But that film took it a step further, where Jor-El and Lara conceived Kal the old-fashioned (and more fun) way, and Lara gave birth to him in the traditional manner, as well. So just the shift in those couple of words in Lana/Lara’s exposition points out the fact that while yes, Edge may technically be Superman’s half-brother, it doesn’t quite carry the same weight.

Nature vs. Nurture

Ah, the tale as old as time in Superman stories. Is a potentially all-powerful Kryptonian inherently good, or only as good as the environment in which they are raised?

But this episode takes it a step further. It isn’t that Tal-Ro was raised by an evil version of the Kents, it’s simply that he ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, and only saw humanity’s less noble characteristics. Again, it’s subtle, but it’s a hint that in Superman’s world, nobody is truly beyond redemption…although Edge sure is making a solid case for himself in that regard. Jerk.

The Eradicator

So, it turns out that the secret ingredient to Edge’s infusing of Kryptonian souls/consciousness into human bodies was something called the Eradicator. What is the Eradicator? Folks, I sure am glad you asked!

The Eradicator was arguably the single most important macguffin in Superman comics (if not all of DC Comics) from the late ‘80s through at least the mid-90s. It’s a millennia old device that was created to preserve Kryptonian culture, albeit with the “eradication” of others. Uh-oh.

The Eradicator survived the destruction of Krypton and eventually came into Superman’s possession, and the device decided it should protect Krypton’s last survivor…sometimes by trying to turn Earth into New Krypton (whoops) and other times by altering Superman’s mind to make it more Kryptonian (double whoops), and ultimately by evolving into a humanoid form that looked like Superman after the Man of Steel perished at the hands of Doomsday (ok, that part’s understandable).

It’s serving a pretty similar purpose here, this time with the added bonus of having been corrupted by Zeta-Ro. Between that and the fact that Edge is basically carrying on the Eradicator’s comics mission for it, I have to wonder if we’re headed for a scenario where Edge merges with the device and basically becomes the Arrowverse equivalent of the humanoid Eradicator/Krypton Man/what have you down the road.

Although it’s pretty cool that this thing is going to be housed in the Fortress for a while, and that opens up other story possibilities.

The Solar Flare

Admittedly, the how and why Superman’s solar flare is able to help “fix” all the Smallville residents who were housing Kryptonian souls is a little fuzzy. But it IS the first time we’ve seen this particular power used in any media outside the comics.

Superman is often described as a living solar battery. All of his powers are a result of his cells absorbing solar radiation like they’re batteries, and as long as he’s in proximity to a yellow sun, it’s basically an inexhaustible power supply. Almost all of his powers are manifestations of that solar power in some way, with perhaps heat vision being the most tangible representation of it.

But in recent Superman comics, it was revealed that when necessary, Clark can release all that excess solar energy stored in his body in one massive blast. When he does, he’s out of gas for days or weeks, but it can be done where necessary. I have to appreciate how it wasn’t used as a video game special attack for a boss fight here, and was instead used in a healing capacity. Good lord, this show gets it.

The Fortress of Solitude…and Another One?

This is why at the end of the episode we see Superman crawling to the Fortress, clutching the Eradicator like a football. He used the last of his power to get there, and he’s so weak he can barely walk. Cut to Morgan Edge and Leslie Larr…

…who appear to have a Fortress of Solitude of their own, this one in the desert. It’s kind of cool that these Kryptonian fortresses always seem to have an elemental quality to them. How much do you wanna bet that Edge’s fortress is powered by the stolen Kryptonian sunstone crystal that houses Lara’s knowledge and memories?

Metropolis Mailbag

And none of the above even gets into all the other great bits in the episode!

Another standout episode for the Kent sons, particularly Jonathan, who once again shows that he doesn’t need powers to be an awful lot like his Dad.

Or what about that genuinely chilling performance from Erik Valdez?

Or the introduction of Dabney Donovan to the Arrowverse! Another Jack Kirby creation joins Morgan Edge…this guy is one to watch if you know the comics.

Tyler Hoechlin spent more time in costume in this episode than several other episodes combined, and I can now safely say that nobody has embodied the character this perfectly since Christopher Reeve. It was all about the quieter moments, particularly his chat with Lana.

Speaking of quieter moments (and Lana), Elizabeth Tulloch and Emmanuelle Chriqui’s heartbreaking scene when Lana volunteers for the Eradicator process sure was something, wasn’t it?

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Lost and Found [Part Three]

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A/N: Sorry for the long wait, but I wanted to make sure this chapter was perfect, and now I’m super proud to show you all

The evening after Damian made his leap of faith and lost the pen was one of the rare nights where his entire 'family' managed to make it to the dinner table. Grayson and Barbara (Damian used her first name only because she threatened to ram him with her wheelchair if he kept calling her 'Gordon') drove in from their shared apartment in Blüdhaven. They were Soulmates, currently dating and soon to be engaged, if the ring box in Grayson's sock drawer (which Damian found when he broke into their apartment last month) meant anything. Todd came in that morning unannounced, claiming to be "in the mood for Alfred's cooking" (Damian suspected that Todd simply doesn't like eating alone, but said nothing). Drake was free for dinner because he didn't have any evening classes at Gotham University. Stephanie Brown arrived the day prior because Drake asked for her assistance on a case he was working on. Of all the heroes who fought crime in Gotham, Damian was least knowledgeable about Stephanie Brown. In all the time Damian had lived with Father, he had only spoken to Brown a few times and had only patrolled with Spoiler once. However, it seemed that Damian would be patrolling with Spoiler a lot more in the coming weeks. Earlier that day, Brown had offered to remain in Gotham and take Grayson's place on patrols. That way, Grayson could stay in Blüdhaven, instead of driving to Gotham on his nights off at the Blüdhaven police force to patrol.

Selena Kyle showed up for dinner as well, though she made no references to their conversation the night before. Father and Alfred were also at the dinner table, but Damian already knew that they would be there. Damian had lived with Father for almost three months, and he had seen the way that the Manor worked. People came and went; it seemed that the only people who stayed the same were Father and Alfred.

Once dinner started, conversations drifted around Damian. He struggled to find the right words to explain that he made contact with his Soulmate. He felt the need to say it, if only for the purpose of stopping Grayson's constant nagging.

“So when’s Connor coming to visit?" asked Barbara.

Damian turned his attention to Drake, interested in any news about Drake's Soulmate. Damian had yet to meet Connor Kent, but he was certainly interested in meeting one of his brother's Soulmates.

"He's coming over a week from Saturday and then staying for a week until the new semester at Metropolis University starts. Connor's bringing Clark, Lois, and Jon along with him. Jon's still on summer vacation, so Clark and Lois plan on leaving him here with Connor for the week so that he isn't home alone all day while they're at work."

"Jon is Damian's age, right?" Barbara asked.

"Yeah, Jon's turning thirteen next month," Drake answered.

Damian wondered what Jonathan Kent would be like. Hopefully not as immature and imbecilic as his classmates at Gotham Academy.

As the conversation hit a lull, Grayson piped up, "Damian, what's new with you? Are you still ignoring all your problems?" Grayson's tone was far too innocent for the taunt veiled underneath the niceties. Damian shot Grayson a glare, which was matched by Grayson's own stubborn look. Logically, Damian knew his teasing was fueled by well-intentioned concern, but Damian still found it annoying.

"Don't call her a problem," Damian growled. No one at the table looked concerned by their interaction, so Damian assumed that Babs and Stephanie had both been informed of what had happened two weeks ago. "The answer is no, anyways. I'm not ignoring her. I lost something for her last night."

All other conversations halted when Damian revealed his secret. "Good for you, Demon Spawn," Todd said, speech muffled by the mouthful of food he was trying to talk around.

"That's great news!" Grayson's face was lit up. "We should celebrate. I haven't had an opportunity to throw a party at the Manor in ages."

Damian sighed. Any attempts to halt Grayson's party planning would surely fail. There was no stopping Grayson’s unnerving desire to celebrate every little thing.

"Babs and I can set it up. We can do it next Saturday, while the Kents are here. After all, it's been months since the last time the Banquet Hall was used."

Father rolled his eyes at Grayson’s antics, the slight upturn of his lips proved that he was in support of Grayson's idea. It had been less than one minute since told his tell his family that he had lost the pen for his Soulmate to find, and he was already regretting it.

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It had taken Damian six hours and eighteen jewelry stores throughout Gotham to find the perfect gift to give to his Soulmate. It was a bracelet, made of silver and designed to look like feathers wrapping around the wrist. But it still wasn't perfect, which was why Damian was knocking on Drake's bedroom door.

Drake opened his door, looking much better rested than he had at dinner two days prior. The dark circles under his eyes had faded, and Damian could see only one coffee cup on his desk, instead of his usual three to seven. "Do you need anything?"

Damian nodded. "There is something I need assistance with. Given that it is within your area of expertise, I came to you for help."

Drake looked shocked at Damian's request, but also interested. "Come on in."

Damian walked into Drake's room and shut the door behind him. "I understand that you are knowledgeable about nanotechnology." Damian set the bracelet down on Drake's desk. "Would you be able to monitor heart rate and blood pressure through this, without the modifications being obvious to its wearer?"

Drake picked the bracelet up and examined its size and weight. "It'll take me a few days, but I think it can be done..." Drake trailed off, grabbing a spare piece of paper off his desk and jotting notes down. "It's for your Soulmate, right?"

"Yes."

"Cool," said Drake, "Is there anything else you want to be added to it?"

Damian paused for a moment, considering his words. "Could you add a tracker? One that activates only if the heart rate and blood pressure monitors detect that she's in potentially life-threatening conditions?"

Drake nodded. "I can definitely do that. If I connect everything to an app on your phone, then those kinds of settings can be done through the app rather than through the bracelet itself. But you know, I won't judge you if you want the tracker to be available to you now."

Damian shook his head. "I don't want to invade her boundaries. I just want to keep her safe and out of harm's way."

"That's genuinely really cool of you, Damian," Drake said. "I think Connor's going to like you."

"Tt. Everybody likes me."

Drake laughed. "Sure, Demon Spawn."

Damian turned away from his brother, leaving the room before Tim could catch the small smile on his face.

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"No more complaining, Dami. I didn't get to throw you a Welcome to the Manor party or a belated Birthday party, so you're going to suck it up and enjoy this one," Grayson instructed. He and Barbara had already bought refreshments, created a playlist titled "Can Damian Even Dance?", and decorated the Banquet Hall. Though in Damian's opinion, a blind cat would have been better at decorating than Grayson. Instead of buying normal party decorations, He and Barbara had gone to thrift stores, buying up used gender reveal party decorations. They then wrote the word Soulmate overtop of 'boy' or 'girl' so that each banner proclaimed "It's a Soulmate."

"I'm not complaining. I just think that your decorations look terrible."

"Don't call them terrible, they're made with love." Grayson could barely keep a straight face while saying it.

Damian rolled his eyes and walked out of the Banquet Hall, heading towards the foyer. He knew that Grayson was the type to go all-out when it came to showing his emotions (i.e. throwing a party to show that he's proud of Damian and supports him) but Damian wasn't really the type to enjoy a party, especially when he's the guest of honor.

"The Kents are here," Tim called out as he opened up the front door.

Damian watched as Tim greeted the Kent family. Damian had already met Clark Kent, though strictly through his superhero identity and was familiar with both Connor and Jon's time spent as Superboy. And Lois Lane-Kent, Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist and author of an award-winning novel (which Damian has read), was just as well-known in America as Superman.

“Clark, I know you've already met Damian, but the rest of you should come and meet him. After all, Dick is throwing the party in his honor.”

Damian walked into the foyer to meet Tim’s Soulmate’s family. “Hello,” Damian dipped his head in greeting.

“It’s nice to meet you, Damian,” Lois politely greeted him.

"I've read your book," Damian blurted out. "I found your commentary on the negative ramifications of superheroes on our society to be enlightening."

Lois smiled brightly, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've always been interested in how Superheroes influence modern society, and I think it's important for people to understand that Superheroes aren't always a good thing to have. Because Superheroes exist, citizens allow themselves to become complacent, pushing the burden of stopping crime onto Superheroes, instead of trying to prevent people from becoming criminals in the first place. It's definitely a multifaceted phenomenon, and one that our society needs to be aware of."

"It's a very complex issue," Damian agreed. "I hope we can talk about this further at a later date."

Lois nodded. "Definitely." She glanced towards her husband. "Clark and I should go find Bruce and catch up with him." The pair left the foyer, walking in the direction of Father's office. Damian, Tim, Connor, and Jonathan walked in the opposite direction, towards the Banquet Hall.

"So you're Damian," said Connor. "Tim's told me a lot about you."

"Tt. Knowing Drake, it's likely all lies and slander. Drake's jealousy often gets the best of him."

"Jealous of what? The fact that you're so effortlessly annoying?"

"You're obviously envious of my innate ability to do everything better than you."

Connor, Tim's Soulmate, let out a laugh. "Tim didn't tell me that you're funny."

"He's not funny, Connor. He's annoying. Now come on, you have to see the decorations Dick and Babs put up. They're awful."

"How do you mess up party decorations?" Jonathan Kent asked.

Tim made a face. "Dick likes to challenge himself by putting up the worst possible decorations. Last year he and Babs convinced Alfred to have us all make the Christmas tree decorations ourselves. I still don't think I've gotten all the glitter out of my hair."

“At least these decorations are harmless,” Damian cut in. “Imagine what would have happened had Father not vetoed Grayson's Fourth of July cookout earlier this summer.”

Connor laughed. “That definitely wasn’t Dick’s best idea. I doubt that fireworks and the Wayne family mix well.”

When they got to the door to the Banquet Hall, Grayson's music already playing, Tim turned to Damian. "By the way, Damian, I finished the modifications that you asked for. It's in my room on my desk when you want to go get it."

"Sure. Tell Grayson I'll be a few minutes."

Tim and Connor walked into the room, but Jonathan stayed behind. "Is it for your Soulmate - what Tim was fixing for you?"

Damian's eyes narrowed. "Maybe."

Jonathan's face brightened. "Cool. Are you planning on losing it tonight?"

“I take it Tim told you and his Soulmate about my Soulmate," Damian commented, ignoring Jonathan's question.

"Tim didn't tell me, Tim told Connor. He wanted Connor's advice on how to apologize to you, for what he said about your Soulmate. I couldn't help but overhear; superhuman hearing doesn't exactly have an off switch. Besides, I was mostly just interested in the fact that your Soulmate is French. My Soulmate's French too."

Damian didn't know how to respond to that. Jonathan Kent was like a breath of fresh air. He was entirely unconcerned about Damian's wealth and status. He understood the sort of responsibility that being a superhero entailed but didn't get weighed down by it. He had just met Damian but already trusted him enough to reveal information about his Soulmate. Jonathan Kent, who seemed so easy to read at first glance, was secretly a conundrum.

The modifications on the bracelet were almost completely imperceptible to Damian's trained eye. Besides a small change in weight, it appeared unchanged. "I like the feathers," said Jonathan, "Definitely more subtle than anything I could come up with. But what was Tim doing with it?”

“Modifying it,” Damian said curtly. “It now measures heart rate and blood pressure.”

Jonathan nodded, “That’s a smart idea. I might have to ask Tim to make me one."

As they left Tim's room, Jonathan continued to fill the silence. "I don't know how you managed to not lose something for so long. I lose stuff all the time. My Soulmate will probably end up figuring out I'm Superboy because I accidentally misplaced my uniform."

"Your Soulmate doesn't yet know that you're Superboy?"

Jonathan shook his head. "We haven't met in person yet, plus the language barrier makes communication through the Soulbond difficult if we aren't both using translators. My Soulmate only speaks a little bit of English, and I'm even worse at French. But I'm getting better. I take classes now."

"I'm fluent in French," Damian added. "If you ever need something translated, I'm sure I could take the time to help you out." Jonathan Kent was one of the few genuinely good people Damian had met. Damian wanted to get to know him better.

"Thanks, Damian."

As Damian passed his bedroom doorway, he noticed something new sitting on his bed. A black book. He changed course, heading straight towards his new Soulmate object. It was a sketchbook. Damian quickly flipped through the crisp, new pages. His Soulmate must be a designer - the first three pages contained clothing designs. The first page was a dress, pink and white striped with a bow around the waist. The second page was a jacket, olive green with gold-colored buttons. The third page was a plain white t-shirt, simple at first glance, but the detailed notes beside the design indicated that she meant to cover the shoulders and shirt sleeves in a detailed embroidery.

"Wow," said Jonathan. "Did you know that your Soulmate was so talented?"

"No," Damian breathed out, taking in every little detail. He had never been so fascinated by fashion designing. Everything about the sketchbook showed talent, dedication, and skill. He could hardly tear his eyes away from the sketches - they were so detailed, with little notes in the margin indicating everything from what store to go to to buy the fabric, to the exact shade she wanted, to whether or not it needed hand stitched. All three pages were dated August 20th - she had planned out all three pieces of clothing that very day. Damian couldn't quite believe that his Soulmate was so perfect.

But pushing towards the front of his mind was the knowledge that he would have to return the book. It was obviously important to her, something she would never want to lose. Damian pulled his phone out and took three pictures, one of each of the sketches, to make sure he didn't forget a single detail. Then he grabbed a sticky note off of his desk and wrote, "I figured you might want this back - D.W."

Damian could feel Jonathan watching him. "I'm glad you're a good person, Damian."

"Thanks," Damian said dryly, but the compliment still stuck with him. He had never cared about being a good person until he lived with his Father. He didn't think he would be good at it, but maybe he was wrong.

Then, it was just a matter of losing the sketchbook so that she could get it back. Damian, not wanting the book to get damaged in any way, decided to just toss it into one of the open doorways on the way back to the Banquet Hall. It worked to lose the book only because the Banquet Hall was in one of the sections of the Manor that was rarely ever used, except during social gatherings. The twisting hallways and odd door placements were designed to keep snooping Gala guests from getting into the main part of the Manor without physically locking doors. According to Grayson, they also made for very intense games of Hide and Seek, which Damian had yet to play (Grayson had promised him a game, though, and had yet to break a promise).

"So what is your Soulmate like, Jonathan?" Damian asked him once they found their way back into the Banquet Hall.

"You know, you can call me Jon." Jon's facial expression switched to something that could only be described as dreamy. "My Soulmate... he's wonderful. He loves music, it's his biggest passion. He sends me music recommendations all the time, usually weekly playlists, unless he's bored or wants me to listen to something special. His favorite color is green and he has a pet turtle named Oliver. He has three best friends beside me, and he says he can't wait to meet me in person, but we're waiting until we're at least fifteen."

The night passed quickly in Jon's company. It was a new experience for Damian, having someone his own age to talk to. Conversation flowed easily from Soulmates to Superheroes to school. It was the first time Damian genuinely felt like he had made a friend.

Once midnight came around the party ended. Lois and Clark left to drive back to Metropolis, and Grayson and Barbara left for Blüdhaven. Tim took Connor up to his room, and Brown and Todd both left for their own (rarely used) bedrooms. Damian knew that Jon was staying in the guest bedroom three doors down from his own, so he offered to take him there.

The sticky note on his floor was the first thing Damian noticed, once he was finally alone. Written in the same handwriting as the designs from before was the sentence, "Thanks, it's a birthday present from my parents - M.D.C."

Damian knew it was time to give his Soulmate the bracelet. Wrapping it alongside the box of replacement pens he had gotten her, Damian made sure to write in his best handwriting, "Happy Birthday M. From your Soulmate, D.W."

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All-Star Superman #2

A scant year to the day since part 1!

All evidence to the contrary I actually have always wanted to go back to this, especially since I keep getting asked if I’ll do so and it stirs my omnipresent sense of guilt over my lack of productivity, and also the last year has not resulted in a mass turnaround of people realizing it’s a for-real good book and not just comfort food so this remains necessary. This isn’t going to be quite as in-depth as the first go-around - both that as the introductory issue and that as the introductory recap had a lot of groundwork to lay - but still plenty to cover, as this issue sets up Lois and Superman’s arcs for the series, which is rooted (amazingly, especially right off the bat, given the book’s reputation of being about how amazing Superman is) in how badly Superman’s let his fears and shortsightedness poison the most important relationship in his life.

If the first issue is the big classic Superman material - Superman saving the day from the monster! Lois and Clark and the rest of the Daily Planet crew! Lex Luthor’s sinister schemes! A ticking clock to doom! - this scales all the way down to the uncomfortably, stiflingly intimate. Classic archetypal Superman stuff gives way to the most Silver Age issue: casual huge ideas, relationship drama, misunderstandings, last-minute reveals that recontextualize the entire issue, and baaaarely latent psychodrama bubbling up at the edges. In service of that the visual framing here is not unlike a stage play, a limited set of physically connected locales as a pair of figures bounce off one another. Quitely and Grant’s work is therefore comparatively subdued next to issue #1, keeping to traditional panel layouts and wide or medium shots with a background color palate of mostly blacks and whites and grays with a handful of other colors popping out...until Lois starts to lose her shit at the end of the issue and we get close-ups and full black and white panels and eerie glowing and dutch angles and that unsettling abstract image of her clenched teeth, as the story starts to squeeze us like Lois’s gut.

She’s right to be unsettled for that matter; she’s alone on Superman’s turf (the one issue where that’s the case other than #6, and that one’s about how Smallville stopped being his home), the weird antiseptic alien lair of the ultimate super-hobbyist, and all the baggage of their relationship is spilling out into the open as she has less and less reason to think the best of this odd man who’s been lying to her for years. Unlike the Silver Age tales this is referencing, she’s absolutely on the money with her complaints about him: he’s been dicking around with her forever and thinks it can all be okay now (His little “What?” on the second page when she bursts his bubble says it all), and he’s awkwardly overcompensating trying to fix it.

While the Fortress tour serves to peacefully acclimate us to how utterly bizarre Superman’s world really gets past the traditional rescues (the little cubic starfield we don’t know the meaning of yet, trophies are floating rather than physically suspended, the glowing flowers in Lois’s room, “The Phantom Zone map room’s pretty dull unless you can see radio-negative anti-waves”), Superman himself is...humblebragging isn’t the right way of putting it, but it feels like he’s working way, way harder than he ever will again in this book to be cool and impressive and assuring. He’s a dope in love, but he can tell something’s up and that super-brain of his isn’t putting the obvious pieces together, or noticing that this is just putting her off further and further until, like Bluebeard’s wife before her, she stumbles through the threshold of the door she was never meant to, even of course in the end he’s still Superman and there’s a perfectly good reason. Not a good enough reason, however, for her accusations at dinner to not hit home - his mind may be expanding, but he’s still way up his own ass here in a genuinely unpleasant way that’ll be elaborated on momentarily. For now he’s left stammering that she should trust him and it’s limp and phony, especially compared to his big entreaty for someone to trust him in #10 (which’ll be right after he finally comes clean with her); while Superman may not be considered a savior figure by his friends in here the way he often is in the mainline comics Lois seems to be the only one who doesn’t look up to him at least a little bit, but that clarity means she’ll call him out where no one else will.

Across the next two pages it’s all laid out, and we get to the roots of where things have gone wrong between the two of them. Lois is paranoid, certainly, the panels are literally squeezing in on her, but with Superman seeming so out-there and alien like never before she would have every right to be even sans alien chemicals. But notably there remains throughout a part of her assuming the best of him wondering if maybe this is just another big misunderstanding or that he’s simply been mutated by the solar overexposure. And in her heart of hearts, she admits that maybe she wants this to be another big damn trick with a completely sensible justification, because the alternative is that this is the new normal and she has to accept that he’s a flawed mortal man. It’s ugly and it’s mean - especially since she likes Clark - and it’s human as hell in the worst, most understandable way. It’s not going to be until said mortality is staring her in the face that she’ll be able to accept it.

Superman, meanwhile...someone could write a thesis on these panels as an articulation of the Superman/Clark dynamic. The Mirror of Truth is actually preexisting, centerpiece of a Jerry Siegel/Curt Swan joint in Action Comics #269 that was later adapted into the Superman newspaper strip where Lois uses it to figure out Superman is Clark Kent until he tricks her into believing the mirror can lie, after which he tosses it in a volcano; here it’s survived, and curiously shows him as Superman rather than Clark, when in the original tale it displayed Kent even though that was fully the era of Clark as a disguise. In here too it’s Superman who’s the ‘true’ identity of the two and which this time is reflected in the mirror, yet as in #1 it’s Clark who says what he’s truly feeling. In that light, the final panel of the abandoned glasses reads like nothing so much as Superman using the mirror as affirmation that the truth of the solemn, steadfast Superman identity gives him licence to deny the uncomfortable emotions his squishy human farmboy side is dredging up, ‘lying’ to him in a way he had to fake in the source material. Those emotions however knock right on the door of what he can’t grasp here: Clark’s so wrapped up in his own head trying to do the ‘right’ thing that he’s overlooking how his attempts at self-sacrificing selflessness are hurting the people around him. Throughout the series he’ll come to rely on others, first at his lowest points with Jimmy and the Bizarros, until at last he comes to invest true trust in Lois, and the Kandorians, and Leo Quintum, and even Lex.

For now though Lois is deep in a hole, a brief but memorable meeting with the Unknown Superman of 4500AD - everything Superman seems to be becoming to her even before she wonders if it’s literally him, cryptic and masked and with a big ‘ol question mark right on his chest instead of the familiar comforting logo, even his gutbuster of a question reinforcing his distance from a recognizable human experience - leading her all the way to reimagining her Silver Age ideal happy ending of marriage and family with Superman as a Cronenbergian horror. It’s still a Superman story, it turns out he had the very best reason possible for wanting to keep her in the dark, but right through to the end he remains just a little condescending in his reassurance, and his gift of essentially bringing her up to his ‘level’ isn’t going to solve the problem. While the next issue lets us see the two of them properly in love, it won’t be until the elephant in the room comes out that they can come to terms.

Additional notes

* God Quitely is so good. Look at the way the seatbelt curves in the first panel! Lois’s bemused little disbelieving smirk!

* Pages 2-3: Aurora Borealis?!

* Lois is the only character other than Superman who gets to have actual narration (in both cases as looks at their in-text writing), the only one whose viewpoint is thus privileged in the same way as his.

* The key is the realization of this series’ aesthetic in a nutshell: the old-school idea in a sleek, shiny, clever new way that doesn’t take away from the fantastical toyeticness of it all. For that matter, the key is the centerpiece of a later bit with Superman that could be fairly described as the long-term goal of the book book as Morrison’s hoped-for perennial: “One day some future man or woman will open that door, with that key. When they do, I want them to know how it felt to live at the dawn of the age of superheroes.”

* This is A. The first note of a larger DC universe existing offscreen, something that I’ll go into more when discussing #8, B. A brilliant, concise, fun little summation of his place in Superman’s world, and C. Absolutely hilarious given Morrison suggested in his exit interview that this could be seen as much later on in the same universe as All-Star Batman & Robin The Boy Wonder, which entirely rewrites the tone of that moment.

* Already discussed the key but the muscles in Superman’s hand tensing a bit at picking it up is another great detail.

* The glimpse of the Fortress here is excellent: the statues of his friends and enemies instead of pictures because he does things bigger with the yellow electric something crackling at the end of it, the off-model but curious-looking robot appearing to glance at Kandor (are it and the bigger robot with the seats on top of it trophies, or Superman Robots with different designs tasked for specific purposes?), the classic Bad Penny Good For One Crime, the Legion time bubble that establishes his time-traveling credentials for later, the Titanic where he and Lois will dine when their relationship hits a proverbial iceberg, and most strikingly the space shuttle Columbia, his apparent rescue of which I have to imagine is a reference to Astro City’s Superman analogue Samaritan debuting by averting the Challenger disaster.

* It’s next issue that has my actual favorite Superman/Lois moment of all time, but “When we’re married fifteen years, when I’m sagging and he looks just the same, will he still meet me and say things like...” “These are for you. I picked them on Alpha Centauri 4.” is right up there.

* The technological aesthetic of the Fortress is so different than P.R.O.J.E.C.T., sleek and solid and cleanly-lit and antiseptic, beautiful and advanced but a little cold in its own way. As stuffed with wonder as this place may be, there’s something hauntingly empty about it, suiting both the tone of the issue and as a physical embodiment of Superman’s emotional state. The one part that goes against it is the forbidden room, it even has beakers and test tubes to sell the mad scientist vibe...though if you were to stretch it, it much more close resembles the human technology seen at P.R.O.J.E.C.T., and this is meant as a gift for one.

* The cosmic anvil made it along with the key into the CWverse, Lois used it in Elseworlds! I may not be expecting All-Star quality from the upcoming Superman and Lois, but it’s good to know the powers that be are using it as a reference point (beyond how it inspired Supergirl’s take on Cat Grant, a connection I discussed in a post that seems to have vanished into thin air). The whole page is perfect, Superman at his most joyfully benign and beautiful and godlike; it’s the one bit where Lois’s skepticism cracks a touch watching him feed his adorable little Lovecraftian abomination from beyond the stars.

* While he never appears physically aside from a statue Brainiac hovers over this series from beginning to end in name and deed, the ominous ultimate enemy of Superman’s past, the great trial overcome even as the scars forever remain. Morrison mentioned in the exit interview that he didn’t appear in here because he and Quitely already used him as the villain of JLA: Earth 2, but that if he had it would have borrowed Superman: The Animated Series’ take on him as a Kryptonian AI gone rogue. Personally I like his place in here as-is, a little totem parallel to the Justice League references indicating the breadth of Superman’s history between putting on the cape and Luthor’s final scheme.

* A pair of minor notes: Lois points at Superman with the pointy fork when asking him pointed questions, and while it’s not immediately clear on first read she does in fact ask the Unknown Superman exactly 3 questions (“Kal Kent?” “Will Superman and I ever marry and have children?” “What do you mean?”) before he replies with his own, as promised.

* “Oww.” and “Tickles.” literally could not be more perfect Superman moments.

* Worth taking a moment to marvel at just how many future plot elements are seeded here. There’s the obvious bit of Superman thinking about having a partner setting up the next issue, but we also for issue #6 have our first look at Kal Kent and Lois wondering “What if (the Unknown Superman) was really (Superman)?” when Clark will indeed pose as him, for #10 we get our first look at Qwewq, and for #11 not only is the Sun-Eater introduced but so is Robot 7′s malfunction as a result of Luthor’s tampering.

* The structure of the series according to Morrison is a solar cycle, beginning and ending at midday with nightfall in the center. If last issue was the sun at its brightest we begin the descent here, with Superman remaining larger-than-life and ultimately trustworthy but with his classic persona and habits held to an additional, unflattering degree of scrutiny.

#All Star Superman #Superman #Lois Lane #Grant Morrison #Frank Quitely #Jamie Grant #Phil Balsman #Art #Silver Age #Clark Kent #Batman #All Star Batman & Robin the Boy Wonder #Fortress of Solitude #Astro City #DCTV #Brainiac #Opinion #Analysis

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i wonder if dark!kaia and AU!bobby are gonna make a comeback this season. i feel like their characters were set up for something in their last episodes, but i have no idea what. (tbh, i’m still a little worried about how kaia is gonna react to her spear being broken)

Hello, love!

I hope they are! I haven’t seen anything confirmed, though, but I’ve been off tumblr for a while over the summer due to s.t.u.f.f. and am not caught up with the rumour mill whatsoever. Anyone reading this who have additional info are encouraged to share! :)

AU!Bobby feels like an opportunity rife with possible subtext, looking at his last line of how anyone saying Jack doesn’t have to die even now that he’s clearly a monster (and we know nope he clearly isn’t because Lucifer is just a voice in Jack’s head at that point) needs to go back to school.

If Bobby returns in S15 set on the old ways of doing things - monster is a monster is to be killed - and we get exposition of how the brothers have removed themselves from their mindset in the first three seasons, through this journey they’ve been on, and are finally turning fully away from the black-and-white world John brought them up in, and all the stuff about how to stay alive that he instilled in them, and we get that exposition through the boys standing up to Bobby - who is this extremely positive father figure no matter which verse he’s from - and telling him no, there’s this better way, well, wouldn’t that be gravy?

dark!Kaia I adore. I adore her. I’d love for her to come back for any reason all the reasons. You know, if it’s all hands on deck, and it sure looks to be that kind of season, then dark!Kaia may prove an invaluable ally. She’s a strong fighter and she beat Michael once, so if Michael is coming back, our Michael, let out of the cage (I swear I bounced up and down on my bed I’m so excited at the prospect of a possibly extremely damaged Michael emerging or perhaps an ally!Michael or who the hell knows but OMFG!) anyway, digression, if Michael emerges then there are plausible ways to use her and reintroduce her into this story. Which makes me so very happy!

And her calling Dean out on breaking her spear and possibly even appearing because she’s tracked him and is now about to make good on her promise that if anything happened to her weapon she’d kill him, well, gravy! She’s a fantastic expositional tool and one of the characters that have called Dean out on his bullshit without even blinking, so it’d make for a possibly highly interesting watch if she comes back. *fingers crossed*

But, hey, it all depends on availability and schedules and all that, I think, and, of course, which writer chooses to highlight which part of the story etc. But, aw, it would be grand!

Your second ask:

another thought on dark!kaia: in The Spear, she told dean that she wants to go back home because there’s people she feels she needs to protect. and dean and cas points out that she came to their world for a reason, so something must have changed since then. we also know that she has a connection with the other kaia, and she can see through her eyes, and that kaia's body was left in the other place. my theory: the other kaia woke up, somehow, and dark!kaia wants to return to her

I honestly believe the people she needs to protect are connected wholly to the dark place and I doubt she’s feeling sentimental about our Kaia. I feel she was very clinical in her approach to taking Kaia out and that there wasn’t much remorse, but then again, she can see the future, so perhaps she knows something we don’t.

Symbolically there’s the persona (Kaia) and the shadow (dark!Kaia) and the idea of a darker doppelgänger killing off the usually kinder and more mild-mannered original version is a story trope that goes way, way back and one that Carl Jung picked up on as deeply psychological. We all have sides to ourselves that surprise us or even shock us, that scare us, shame us, that we hide, not only from the world, but from ourselves, which is when we start to get messed up, right? Kaia dying can be seen as her shadow stepping in and taking over, which is an intriguing point to start any story, because for there to be a whole, there still has to be integration. Meaning, had this story had dark!Kaia as our protagonist (and every character is the protagonist of their own story let’s not forget) dark!Kaia’s journey would’ve most likely been about how she needs to acknowledge her inner Kaia. If she can’t allow light into that darkness of hers, she’s most likely walking down a path to self-destruction aka death.

Anyway, don’t mean to digress again, but the light and dark and the balance between them is really what makes any character (and us humans) interesting and complex and compelling. It’s why the Clark Kent/Superman setup is so tricky to pull off and why it’s so hard to get a good Superman movie out of DC: Superman is already fully integrated. He has reached self-actualisation. He knows who he is and what his purpose is. There’s no internal battle for him to go through. Other than should-I-shouldn’t-I-tell-her-who-I-am? Look at Bruce Wayne/Batman and you have a superhero absolutely rife with the persona/shadow symbology right off the... you know.

Okay, that took a turn, but you see where I’m going, right? I’m just trying to paint the picture of where I’m coming from in saying that I doubt we’ll get any sort of our Kaia/dark!Kaia storyline. If we do get dark!Kaia, I’m fairly sure she’ll be a plot tool this season. She’ll most likely, if at all, appear with extremely useful information and her fists of fury to help win whatever fight they’re in. Michael, 3 billion souls out of Hell, God, what have you.

But, lovely, we shall see! I’m just stoked for this final season and I hope you are too!

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easilydistractedandamused · 5 years

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As it turns out, I really like writing out my Headcanon’s so here are some more that resolve mostly around Shazam (as always):

Billy is always thrown off by the height difference whenever he turns into Shazam. The magic makes it easier but for a few seconds he has to adjust to the new body. Vic is the only one who knows

Since his body always feels so foreign to him, he has to depend on his instincts and that’s where most of his mistakes when working with the League come from

He rarely makes the same mistake twice

Batman and Cyborg are the only ones who notice this

Because of his years on the street he has a hard time trusting people and showing that he cares which causes him frustration.

he reacts badly when people sneak up on him

The JL members all get it and tend to make sure not to sneak up on any members anyway as a lot of the members don’t react well to being snuck up on

he has food stashes hidden in multiple areas. One in his room at the Watchtower. Two in the rec room. Another in the infirmary.

Batman and Superman are the only ones who’ve ever noticed these stashes.

Clark doesn’t know who the food stashes belongs to and is concerned but thinks they might be for emergencies like the day Flash accidentally eats all the food.

Bruce knows exactly what they are due to Jason who did the same thing when he adopted him that he never really grew out of and looked into it. He was very shocked it was Shazam but figured it was a left over habit from when he was kid and starts to keep a closer eye on him

Billy noticed and didn’t appreciate it but never knew what started Batman watching Shazam like a hawk

Everyone thinks Shazam doesn’t have taste buds because he can eat just about everything (including Wonder Woman’s first attempts at cooking) but Billy is just used to making himself eat foods he didn’t particularly like.

Billy, not Shazam, Billy, is a lot smarter than he looks. He acts naive because a lot of people will assume he is easier to manipulate when, in fact, he is manipulating them. Typically for information.

Black Adam is the only one of his enemies that realizes he’s smarter then he acts. Sivanna is too self absorbed to ever realize and Black Adam is too amused by this to tell him

Vic is the only member on the Justice League to know this though he isn’t aware of just how much smarter he is because he doesn’t know how to tell when he’s faking ignorance on a subject yet (he’s pretty sure Billy doesn’t understand advanced robotics and his confusion when they’re facing them and Batman using technical terms is real)

Darla and Freddy are perfectly aware of how smart Billy is and go to him when they need help with homework. He considers it a small price to pay for their silence when really he doesn’t mind helping them out

It has nothing to do with the Wisdom of the Gods. He is genuinely a smart person and is stifled in his current grade.

He doesn’t mind too much as it made it easier for him to hide being homeless as he did the bare minimum of work to pass his classes without catching his teachers attention.

He knows how to read most ancient languages due to growing up surrounded by them and can keep up a casual conversation even before getting the Living Lightning which taught him more.

Black Adam insulted his accent once (”well excuse me for not remembering a language I learned at three”) but tends to help him out in the languages his powers aren’t much help with

He knows how to pick a lock with just about anything

is a bargaining master. he bought ten shirts for a dollar.

Catching him in a lie is nearly impossible as he has had to learn how to growing up to explain bruises and other injuries or that he was living on the streets.

he didn’t lie to Darla and Freddy because he knew they wouldn’t believe him anyway.

They were angry when they figured this out

He is good at planning ahead and thinking on his feet. The League was very surprised by this when a mission went sideways and he was able to handle himself perfectly despite being separated from everyone and managed to avoid a diplomatic incident with the locals

Vic was not surprised by this at all because their usual hang out was him planning ahead. Not too far from the city that he couldn’t reach it on foot but just far enough that no one would notice and investigate any sounds

his patrol is literally just him walking around town in costume and sometimes he’ll bring another member along. Fawcett citizens have long since gotten used to this and don’t even blink at the sight even more

He brings Vic the most because it’s the closest he can get to taking a casual stroll since the accident

Billy was touch starved for the longest time. he could handle going hungry but the loneliness was the worst part of being homeless if anyone asked him but he has an ongoing relationship with prostitutes and drug dealers and would often curl against them for hours if they’d let him.

They always did

Billy has what he refers to as a “quota” of human contact to keep loneliness at bay as he doesn’t like people touching him without his permission

Vic usually invites physical contact to work around this

He has a tendency of just...draping himself across people’s backs no matter the form he’s in because if they react badly to the touch, he has enough time to either cling to them or run away before they turn around.

the person he does this most to is Vic as touch is now rare for him since the accident and Billy doesn’t want him to feel lonely like he had. He tends to do it more as Shazam as it takes some careful positioning to do it in his human form due to the height difference

He has bodily thrown himself at Darla’s back once when he realized he hadn’t had any human contact in a while. The Vasquez’s assumed they were wrestling.

Due to his magic being electricity based, he has the ability to sense electrical impulses though it’s far stronger as Shazam (a fact that he’s glad for because as Billy it sometimes keeps him up enough as it is)

It also allows him to access computers and the like and if he wanted to, he could connect to the internet but he only does that during movie nights and is slowly getting better at it.

He doesn’t sleep longer then three to four hours at a time

He can still use magic in his human form but it tires him out quickly and when he first started learning, it would cause him physical pain.

The transformation left scars the first time and if he turns back into Shazam too quickly without giving his body proper time to rest, his human form gains more scars

He tends to hide the scars with makeup so as to not cause concern but only when he knows he won’t be able to wear his sweater in advance as it both takes time and makeup can be expensive so he’d rather not use it if he won’t need to

He sometimes dog sits for Hades and has been teaching the hell-hounds all sorts of tricks. He hopes to one day acquire a puppy hell hound

Has a genuinely good relationship with most of the Gods but plainly informed them that after cleaning up their messes for a certain length of time, he is allowed to talk to them however he wanted to.

He only really insults Zeus as the King of the Gods creates the most messes out of the rest and they, at the very least, show him gratitude for doing it and while a lot of them have the bad habit of acting like it’s an honor, they still give him small gifts.

Persephone adores him

He also gets along fairly well with the Seven Deadly enemies of man and will sometimes have conversations with them while he’s in the Cave of Eternity. They appreciate the company

he steals the clothes of people he is fond of because this way he will always have a part of them close by if they suddenly leave (with Vic it had been more or less because he was a football player he liked but now that he’s his friend it still counts).

asking for your clothes back won’t work. Vic has tried.

Vic has accepted that he will never get his jersey back

Every once in a while, he makes a nest of the clothes he’s stolen and just lays them out and sees how many people he cares about that liked him back. It physically breaks him when he has to toss one of the clothes away because he refuses to keep the clothes of people who have hurt him.

sometimes he’ll wear the clothes and Vic will just give a sigh if he sees him wearing his jersey.

Vic thinks that Billy treats them like trophies

The first time he met Alfred Pennyworth, the entire League realized he could “turn the jerk off” (Darla’s words but Vic finds nothing else conveyed it better) as he spoke to Alfred politely.

They’re still reeling over this

He bonds with Damian over a love of animals

Shazam can use his magic to contact others he shares his powers with

since Tawny has the Living Lightning he called him.

No one warned him against it and now Robin wants a magic tiger

Shazam is no longer allowed in the Batcave

He cannot be stopped though so he’ll sometimes purposely break into the Batcave just to bother him.

Billy is nothing if not petty

He did, at least, manage to convince Robin that Tawny is literally one of a kind but that he would be willing to share custody if he wanted one so badly.

he did but Damian wasn’t going to admit that

Batman never unofficially banned him so whenever he invites Shazam over, he makes a really huge deal (”but you said I wasn’t allowed back!”)

Alfred respects him because he actually cleans up after himself and offers to help out with the dishes if a meeting involved food.

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dgcatanisiri · 5 years

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The key to any good adaption is understanding a certain set of things.

1. Don’t be afraid to update the source material. Yes, even if it’s “timeless.”

All media is a product of its time, so you need to recognize that what worked for the original will not necessarily translate for the new audience. If a basic conceit of your product is a certain societal mindset is the norm (just, for example, that “homosexuality is inherently bad,” or “transgender people are inherently hilarious,” or “a woman’s place is unquestionably in the home”), you’re probably best off just packing it in then and there, it’s not going to work. Society evolves, times change, and while we can let these things slide for media that is older, we do not extend this same slack to media made now.

There’s a reason that a lot of stagings of something like Taming of the Shrew, or more modern adaptations like Kiss Me Kate or 10 Things I Hate About You, will often twist what is, on the page, Kate’s “tameness” being a show for the sake of winning the wager, that she is merely performing what is expected of her, while still maintaining her own independence and attitude, and that she has learned that she could use this performance to make Petruchio do as she wanted, or even that the both of them are in on it and have found an equal in the other - in the 15th century, “taming” a “shrew” was considered how one was supposed to be, that a woman was supposed to be subservient to her husband, and that her being so brash and bold from the start was already pushing the values of Shakespeare’s original audience.

And this is the case of adapting something even as recent as ten, fifteen, twenty years ago - society has changed, and it’s recognized that what was seen as acceptable then was actually punching down at marginalized groups. That’s not funny. Comedy is the quickest genre to age, and the most likely to age poorly. Look at any given 90s romcom and you’ll notice a LOT of issues - the heteronormativity, where no one is gay (aside from MAYBE a single token character), the cast is mostly white - there may, at most, be a black best friend who may or may not be paired up with someone who literally exists for the purpose of arm candy, and you might spot an extra or two in the background, and they’ll use words that we now recognize as slurs so casually you’ll have to go back to realize yeah, they actually said that. And that’s not even scratching the surface.

When it comes to coming to an old piece of media and deciding “I want to do this again,” you absolutely MUST recognize what is no longer acceptable. And if the baseline concept of your selected media is something unacceptable, put aside the dream, this will not end well for you if you attempt to go through with it.

2. Recognize what works and what doesn’t for your medium.

This is something more for straightforward adaptations - book to movie, movie to TV show, stage to screen, etc. A change in medium is going to require a change to the material. It just is. This is why, for example, straight adaptations of video games are extremely hard to pull off - you’re changing an interactive media to a noninteractive one, and, in a lot of cases, that guts the core investment. It’s one thing to play Lara Croft as she raids the tombs, doing the platforming and puzzle challenges yourself. But as a movie, just taking any given game and making a direct 1:1 reshoot, you’re basically just watching her do the same thing with no involvement yourself, and, as a result, you end up watching a glorified cutscene.

It’s the same with stage to screen. Theatre is a medium of its own, with its own internal logic, rules, and structure. In theatre, a character can address the audience, it’s accepted. It doesn’t quite work as well on screen. (For further expansion, there’s a segment of Lindsay Ellis’s video essay on Mel Brooks and The Ethics of Satire that discusses how this works for the stage version of The Producers, but fizzled out in the 2006 film adaptation.) This is often a problem in film adaptations of stage musicals, that the directors don’t know what to focus on or how to film a large group of people, dancing and singing, so, while there’s some general competence, a lot of the film directors don’t have the same eye for them that they would in a straightforward dialogue-driven movie. Stopping the dramatic interaction between two people for what is, in effect, a symbolic struggle as they exchange heated high notes throws off the momentum of a director who knows how to stage the actors and move the camera in a direct argument, but gets confused when both parties dance across the soundstage all through the scene.

Likewise, books allow the audience to understand what is going through a character’s head during a scene, we are able to hear their thoughts and recognize what they’re doing without the character ever speaking a word. That is a luxury film’s nature doesn’t offer. Voice overs are a frequent way around this, but that too is limiting, generally forcing the film into a single viewpoint, which may not be how the narrative was structured. So this is where establishing dialogue has to be included.

This can be a problem, though, as the screenwriter may have a different style than the original writer, so, instead of transplanting dialogue, they have to come up with their own words, which can often end up just being an exposition dump. It can be done, but it is a tightrope walk.

3. Understand what can and can’t be cut.

A frequent problem of adaptations, especially to film, is that they are drawing on source material that maybe be, in a direct, 1:1 adaptation of the original, too long for a modern adaptation. This is a frequent issue with the Harry Potter adaptations, for example, where to cover all of the events of just the first book, would probably have clocked in at three and a half, even four hours, and they only got longer from there. Some things just had to go.

Which is a problem, because for the most part, if something is in the source material, it is there for a reason. Foreshadowing, character establishment, worldbuilding, whatever, there is a reason that any content is included in the first place.

So you need to find ways to either condense or work around things - going back to Harry Potter, as a character, while he’d had his uses in the books, Peeves’s contribution to the overall tapestry of the series was small enough that he could be removed. Same with a character like Professor Binns, whose largest contribution was the exposition of the Chamber of Secrets, could have that shunted over to a character like Professor McGonagall, with no need to hire another actor for one scene and account for this character later (this later came into play with characters like Professor Trelawney, who appeared in all the books after her introduction, but not every film).

The runtime makes a difference, especially given how much we see movies try to have as many showing per day as they can - the shorter the film, the more times it can be shown. So you need to know what can go and what can be condensed.

But this can backfire - cutting a scene can often remove important context and characterization, even if it’s short or small. Star Trek, the 09 film, cut a scene between young James Kirk and his older brother. Now, it’s not really that important in this adaptation that Kirk has an older brother, so on paper, yeah, this scene getting cut made sense. BUT this scene featured Kirk’s older brother walking out because of the abuse being inflicted on them by “Uncle Frank,” and how he intended to sell their father’s car, how Frank was denying James Kirk a sense of being who he was, telling him “You’re no one.” This is what leads to the reckless theft of said car that did make it into the final cut, and made that joyride less into a moment of “fuck the man, I do what I want,” and more of a moment of declaration of him trying to find himself (and makes this kid shouting to the robo-cop “My name is James Tiberius Kirk!” less of a cutesy way of getting in the character’s full name and more a way of, again, showing him declaring who he is.) It also shows James Kirk’s desire for justice and fairness for people, a VERY important element for this character, showing him standing up for his older brother, ostensibly someone who should be standing up for him instead. This is a pretty big characterization moment that got cut, presumably because the casual audience didn’t know that Kirk had an older brother.

I realize that this is using a cut scene from the film script and not a direct adaptation, but I think that’s an important thing to bring up anyway, given that Star Trek 09 was an adaptation of a three year TV series - of course they had to condense, launch arcs that successive movies could pick up, all of that. But they still needed to establish these characters. By cutting this scene, you lose that core nugget of Kirk’s character, and we’re left with reckless asshole Kirk, the character a lot of people thought didn’t deserve the center chair by the end of the movie because moments like this didn’t make the final cut.

Know your story, know your characters, and understand how to keep their core identities while still cutting the things you can’t keep, because of medium changes or runtime concerns.

4. What new elements are you bringing to the table?

If you’re making a new adaptation of something, WHY are you making it? What is the benefit of not just a new version of old material, but even what makes YOU the correct storyteller?

Let’s give another example here. Let’s say that I am given the green light to go for a new adaptation of... oh, let’s say Superman’s early years, we’re ten years out from the end of Smallville, surely someone’s gonna start kicking that around eventually, let’s go with it here and now. My requirements are to keep the baseline of Smallville for a new show - high school Clark Kent, no flights, no tights to start with, developing, growing powers, friendship with Lex Luthor, same core cast to start with (so Clark, Pete, Chloe, Lana, Whitney, Lex, Lionel, Martha, and Jonathan), basically start the series fresh from the point of the original series’s pilot. How I go from there is up to me, re: how much/how little to incorporate from later in the series, when powers develop and in what order, when to introduce other characters... I just basically have to start fresh with the same components of Smallville that the original had.

So when given these components, I feel it is my obligation to create a new picture with them, because to just retread the old material, updates to the time and cast notwithstanding, is saying I don’t see this as worth doing anything different. And if that’s the case, why bother? It is incumbent on me to do different things with these pieces - maybe in this version, Lana’s a lesbian and dating Chloe, which mostly puts to bed the Clark-Lana relationship (or maybe she briefly uses Clark as a beard to cover her attraction). Whitney can become a part of the core cast, instead of being like the only opening credits characters who never learns Clark’s secret. Pete’s known about Clark’s powers for years. The meteor freaks ...okay, no, I’m calling them ‘metahumans’ from the start here, are going to be a more persistent element to the central struggle - none of the convenient karmic killing, Clark has to deal with the consequences of these characters having enhanced abilities, not just have them conveniently fall down and break their neck or something. Lex ends up brought into the core group, and it becomes a central conflict of his character arc that he may actually have the potential to not be the ultimate villain - this is an adaptation, it’s entirely possible that Lex being the bad guy is NOT a foregone conclusion, especially if one wants to take the moral of “nothing is written in stone, there is no fate.”

...shit, now I actually WANT to do this version...

See, that’s taking the same pieces and making a new picture with them. Because if you’re just going to redo the original, just let the original air in place of your new thing, because you have made no effort to change anything other than the bare minimum. Hell, even Smallville brought something new to the table by creating Chloe Sullivan, who did not exist in Superman media before, but has since appeared sporadically in the comics.

Don’t just tell the same old story to tell the same old story. Bring something new to the table. If you’re really lucky, you may just add something that becomes so definitive to the franchise, when people talk about it later, they’ll wonder why it wasn’t there to begin with - another DC hero example, look at Batman the Animated Series, without which we would not have either Harley Quinn or Victor Fries’s tragic backstory, yet now both are considered iconic and core to the franchise and the character, respectively.

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The One Where Superman Doesn’t Realize He is Dating Batman

Clark Kent lived an ordinary life, and he liked it that way. He was perfectly content in the background. And even though Superman was one of the most recognizable heroes in the world, he was just a straightforward guy. Nothing out of the ordinary ever really happened to him. Clark was able to predict almost every event in his personal life.

Yet somehow his life changed considerably without him even realizing it.

It all started on the Watchtower.

A03

Clark loved watching Batman in the tower. It was so interesting, he was trying so hard to publicly keep everyone at arm's length, but he couldn’t fool anyone. It was clear he knew everything that was happening in everyone's life, and not just because he was Batman, but because he cared.

Batman was always first to check how that sick relative was doing or to see how that new self defense move was going. Need a costume upgrade? Batman already has three designs in the works. For a man who said he was a loner, Batman sure did care about a lot of people. Clark loved constantly reminding Bruce he was the most popular league member.

Clark knew he had been head over heels in love with Bruce for years. His feelings just creeped up on him one day and since then Clark had just accepted them as a constant. After all how could he not love Bruce, his partner, his friend. Clark was also aware that Bruce didn’t love him back. The potential for romance was there as Bruce was quite open about how he was attracted to all types of people and aliens. But attraction was almost always all Bruce was able to handle. He avoided anyone who he could possibly have a relationship with. Clark knew the second Bruce figured out Clark had feelings for him, he would slowly try to discourage him. Clark was sure telling Bruce was not an option. His heart couldn’t take it, but he still wanted to spend more time with Bruce, just as Clark and Bruce. Clark couldn’t let go of the hope of one day.

Batman spooked easily. Even after years of fighting side by side, he was still skittish when Clark approached him about just personal business. But Clark knew that Bruce cared about him. He had complete access to the Batcave, he was one of two league members that ever really ventured into Gotham, and, of course, Clark knew that Bruce was Batman. Batman safeguarded his identity so fiercely, not to protect himself but to protect others. The original seven weren’t allowed to reveal who they were to others. Clark could remember the meeting like it was yesterday.

So many junior league members were up in arms, they felt as if they were left out. Batman was not one to let a meeting get out of hand, especially because of a Lantern.

Batman stood up so firmly and said, ‘every villain wants to be the one to take down one if not all the original members, but it is common knowledge that even other members don’t know our identities, this protects you more than it protects us. Do you want to have a target on your back that’s the size of Superman? You get tortured enough about your business you don’t want someone torturing you to figure out who Superman is?’

Clark had wanted to laugh as if he was the biggest target of the league, as if it wasn’t Bruce that was the biggest threat. Bruce sure had command of room then, and even now, Batman emanated control and leadership.

Clark just knew in his bones friendship wasn’t enough, that they could be different...better even. He just had to move things forward...somehow.

Clark hadn’t really thought past the first step, but he had to start somewhere, spending time with Bruce regardless was a plus. Clark was always happier with him than without him. They had done it more and more since Clark had come back from the dead, but still, it was always after a mission or just on the Watchtower, Clark wanted more normal events...he knew he’d have to ask though.

“Any reason you’re staring at Bats again?” Barry asked.

Clark hated being snuck up on, and the fact he was Superman meant that it was very rare. He really had to be distracted.

“I’m not staring at anyone.” Clark said knowing full well this wasn’t the end of the conversation.

“Sure, sure,” Barry laughed. “Why are you looking with all your focus at Batman, so hard that I was able to get right next to you without you noticing, then?”

Clark sighed. “I’m walking away now, Flash.”

“Have fun not staring at Batman!” Barry shouted, clearly loud enough for Batman to hear.

If Clark didn’t love Barry so much, he’d sure be annoyed by the kid.

Batman walked over to him, no indication that he heard, let alone cared that Barry said Clark had been staring. Hell, Clark was sure that Bruce was already aware that he had been staring.

“Superman,” Batman started, stoic as ever. “Something on your mind?”

Clark rubbed his neck, a nervous Clark Kent habit; despite being suited up, his personal ticks never quite disappeared all together. Super spy he was not.

“Oh, nothing, really, I was actually wondering, no, hoping that you wanted to grab coffee with me?” Clark put on his best smile, the one his Ma said that no one in their right mind could turn down. Lois always said dimples could bring any man to his knees.

“Coffee, really?” Bruce said. If it was anyone but Batman, Clark would think that the tone conveyed slight nerves. Clark was sure Bruce was just confused.

“Well, yeah, we have been spending a lot of time together recently, and it's been pretty amazing.” Clark didn’t want to beat around the bush, he wanted Bruce to know that he was his friend, and that meant spending time outside of costumes was mandatory. “I think we have finally progressed past just crime fighting duo, we should take the next step.”

“Which is coffee?” Batman said.

Clark wanted to laugh. Man, could Bruce not handle social situations sometimes, he was so obtuse in certain cases. “Well it's a possible step, it gets us out of these costumes, and lets us be together just as two guys, you know. I mean I am up for other things, but coffee is a classic.”

Batman frowned for a moment, and that made Clark hesitate, maybe he had read the situation wrong, and late night Gotham rooftop chats were just that. Or more likely he had pushed friendship on Bruce too fast. It looked like Bruce was weighing the pros and cons, Clark couldn’t imagine what cons Bruce had come up with.

But then Batman smiled, a soft smile, Clark wasn’t used to that smile very often, it was mostly reserved for the batkids, or when Barry did something unbelievably cute. It was so endearing

“Coffee it is, then. I’ll let you know when some time frees up this weekend?”

Clark beamed he wanted to do a little fist pump, but that would just weird Bruce out, and he’d probably back out.

“Fantastic, can’t wait. You can pick a good spot, since you know Gotham like the back of your hand. I can just meet you at the manor.”

Batman nodded, and walked away back to being full on business mode.

***

Clark stood in front of his bedroom window in Metropolis, he was on the phone with Lois, telling her about the fact he was grabbing coffee with Bruce. Despite Batman’s no telling identities rule, Lois knew everyone's. Clark had reasoned with Bruce because if he didn’t tell Lois, she would have investigated on her own and found out, which would have been a bigger problem for Bruce. Lois didn’t let anything stop her from finding the truth.

“I don’t know where we are going, Lois, I trust him to pick a good spot in Gotham,” Clark responded.

“Well, I mean, you asked him, it's customary for you to have picked the spot, that’s all I’m saying,” Lois retorted on the phone.

“Please, I know Bruce, the more control you give him, the better,” Clark laughed.

Lois laughed with him, which was a positive sign Clark thought. “Well, as long as you know when to take the lead, that's all that matters.”

“Don’t worry, Lois, it's just coffee, I’ll be fine,” Clark mumbled. “Anyways, I gotta get to the manor.”

Clark climbed out of the fire escape, and scanned as always to see if anyone was in the alley below. When he didn’t see anyone around, he took off his shirt and pants, stuffed them in his bag, and took off.

Clark slowed down and settled right in front of the manor. He was careful to land so as not to disturb even the smallest of the flowers. Clark knew the amount of effort that went into maintaining the grounds, he was not about to get on Alfred's bad side now. He had finally gotten to Master Clark, instead of Master Kent.

Not as gracefully, Clark put on his pants, and began to button his shirt. Contrary to popular belief Clark didn’t purposely wrinkle his clothes for his Clark Kent persona, they were just a byproduct of the fact he stuffed all of his clothes in his bag for when he was Superman.

Clark finished buttoning up his shirt, and after two failed attempts to get out any of the wrinkles, he knocked on the door. But he was sure that Bruce knew he was there from the moment he touched down.

Surprisingly, though, it was Bruce that opened the door. Bruce was not in any way disheveled. His shirt was perfectly pressed, and his pants the height of fashion, his shoes cost more than Clark could make in a month. He looked the picture of billionaire playboy.

“Just on time, Clark.” Bruce smiled. “You look good.”

Clark was sure Bruce was teasing him, and laughed. “You look perfect, as always.”

Bruce smiled slightly, and nodded. Bruce clearly knew he looked perfect.

Bruce led the way to one of his many cars. “Mind if I drive? I don’t really plan on flying anywhere today.”

“Not a problem, where are we going?” Clark asked.

Bruce slid into the driver's seat. “This little cafe near Wayne Enterprises, it's a nice quiet spot in the city, makes a mean apple pie, which I know you love.”

Clark loved when Bruce paid attention to small things. “I am sure it’s good for Gotham, but nothing beats Kansas pie.”

Normally, Bruce would defends Gotham’s pie, but instead he chuckled quietly. “You will need to prove that to me one day.”

Clark was ecstatic, he had always wanted to take Bruce to Kansas for something non league or his death related. “Count on it.”

Clark fiddled with the radio, while Bruce drove far above the speed limit. They had been partners for so long that they were so comfortable in each others silence.

They arrived at the cafe, far faster than they should’ve.

“Don’t you ever worry that you draw too much attention with your driving?” Clark asked.

“Please, as a billionaire with sports cars, if I drove the speed limit, it would be the news story.” Bruce smirked.

“I bet you say that because you're incapable of driving reasonably,” Clark laughed, as he got out.

“I always drive reasonably, farm boy,” Bruce laughed.

The pair walked into the cafe. Clark was expecting a lot of head turns, but no one really noticed. Clark assumed it was because Bruce did come here often. It was right next to his office.

They settled into a booth in the back. After they ordered their coffees and pie.

Clark was glad that the conversation moved beyond the basics of small talk. Bruce was surprisingly open. Whenever Clark asked a question about Alfred, or the kids, or just what Bruce liked, he would answer. It was so nice to have Bruce so relaxed for once.

Bruce just finished telling a story of how Dick would always climb the big backyard tree as a kid, and when he saw Damian do the same thing, he nearly had a fit, saying how unsafe it was. Bruce was always the most sincere talking about his kids.

“Did you remind Dick that he used to do the same thing?” Clark smiled along,

“Of course, but that didn’t calm him down, he went on about how it's different cause the tree is older now and it has to be more brittle, and that I should watch Damian more closely he is just a child. Never mind when he was ten, Dick felt like he was ready to face the whole criminal underworld, and I had to constantly hold him back.” Bruce smiled fondly at the memory of easier times.

“They grow fast, huh?” Clark noted.

“They do.” Bruce smiled, it reached his eyes, and there was such a twinkle in them, Clark wished he could freeze this expression on Bruce’s face. It was who he was behind all of his various masks.

Clark was forced back into reality, when Bruce’s phone went off.

Bruce sighed and pulled it out. Gone was his smile. In its place was a harder expression that only meant trouble.

“Bat business?” Clark asked.

Bruce nodded.

“Don’t worry, we can pick this up another time.” Clark smiled. Out of costume bonding was too amazing to not be repeated.

“That sounds nice.” Bruce smiled. Bruce pulled out his wallet, Clark waved him off. “I invited you out, and I am pretty sure I can afford some coffee and pies.”

“Fine, but next time is my treat.” Bruce responded.

“Then we definitely should do dinner.” Clark laughed.

“Done. I’ll text you.” Bruce smiled and moved forward, leaning in. Clark instantly froze, was Bruce Wayne actually going in for a hug? But his phone buzzed before Clark could find out.

Bruce groaned. “Next time.”

Clark watched as Bruce rushed out, pleased at how well the night had gone.

***

Clark was sitting at his desk at the Planet, not really working, just re-reading an article he had finished. Clark hated the waiting part of journalism, there wasn’t much he could do for his next story until his source got back to him.

His phone buzzed, Clark looked to see who it was. Better than his source, it was Bruce.

Bruce: Sorry our night got cut short again. I was hoping to take you to dinner tmw night if you are free?

Clark was euphoric, he didn’t even need to remind Bruce, Bruce wanted to hang out again all on his own!

Clark: Sure sounds like a plan, I am done work around 6:00pm, I can be in Gotham around 6:15?

Bruce: I thought I’d come to your city this time. I will pick you up at the planet, wear something nice.

“Texting your boyfriend Kent?” Lois approached, smirking at him.

Clark laughed. “No, just Bruce, we’re grabbing dinner tomorrow.”

Clark: Just how nice are we talking, I think our definitions vary.

“So why are you smiling so much?” Lois asked.

“I just like that I don’t have to push anymore, I think Bruce actually likes spending time with me. It’s a good feeling.” Clark wondered why Lois was smiling like that, she always looked like she knew more than him, which was normally the case, but still.

“Okay, Smallville, have fun at your not date with Bruce.” Lois walked off, she probably had a million things to do for her stories anyways.

Bruce: Nothing wrinkled and a tie, but don’t worry you always look great, even in off the rack.

Clark: Well I will try to look my best, since I have to be seen with the Prince of Gotham, you always look like you stepped off the pages of a magazine.

“Kent, if that isn’t story related, I am going to throw your phone out a window!” Perry yelled, he had popped his head of his office for his mid morning screaming fit. Clark: Got to focus Perry’s looking for his daily target, can’t wait to see you tmw.

Bruce: Have a good day at work Clark :)

Clark couldn’t believe that Bruce texted him an emoji. But then again, the man had teenagers he was probably better versed in emojis than he was, after all it was just a smiley face. Clark had to get over the idea of Batman texting a smiley face, he would burst out laughing in the middle of the Planet, and Perry would kill him for sure.

The next day Clark brought a change of clothes with him to work, he wasn’t going to risk letting his shirt get wrinkled if there was a surprise Superman emergency. Knowing Bruce this restaurant was going to be super fancy, and not a place that they’d respond well to dishevelled Clark Kent.

Thankfully, no supervillain, or regular criminal decided to mess up the day for Clark. At 6:00pm on the dot Bruce in a different but equally expensive car pulled up.

It looked like Bruce was about to get out, but Clark just got in.

“I’m starving, been looking forward to this dinner all day.” Clark smiled at Bruce, who did indeed look like he had gotten his outfit out of the pages of Vogue.

“Why Mister Kent you do clean up nice.” Bruce said after he gave him a once over. The way Bruce looked at him, Clark couldn’t deny he got a little hot under the collar. Clark always seemed to be reminded that Bruce was indeed attractive, the man oozed sex appeal, and Clark wasn’t above being affected. He wondered how Bruce was able to always be so potent?

“Why, thank you, Mister Wayne.” Clark laughed, hoping he wasn’t blushing. He had done his best to always keep his attraction to himself, he was not prepared to always be teased about this by his best friend. Not until he was certain that Bruce thought of him in more than just a friendship way, and right now, Clark knew it was a pipe dream.

“The reservation is for six thirty, at the Plaza,” Bruce smiled. “I also have a room there for the night.”

“Of course you do, you know you are always welcome at my place.” Clark reminded Bruce, though he couldn’t imagine Bruce crashing on his couch, it seemed too crazy.

“That’s good to know.” Bruce smiled, there was a certain intensity in his eyes Clark couldn't quite place.

Bruce shouldn’t have been able to make the reservation but even in Metropolis traffic he was somehow able to do the impossible.

The valet opened the door for Bruce.

“Evening, Mr. Wayne, everything is ready for you.”

Clark wanted to laugh, he couldn’t imagine the kind of connections Bruce had. It still floored him that Bruce risked all the luxury in the world to help people, he put his life on the line, when he could live like a King. Hell he probably could live better than royalty.

Clark looked at the Plaza Hotel, it was beautiful.

Clark felt Bruce’s hand on his back guiding him in. Bruce was never one for patience.

“Don't worry I am not that distracted.” Clark said to Bruce.

Bruce just chuckled in Clark’s ear. “I just want to get you all to myself.”

They sat down at a table in the corner, it was gorgeous. Clark knew he’d never be able to afford even an appetizer here.

“I knew you’d pick a place where if you have to ask how much it is you can’t afford it.” Clark laughed.

“I wanted to treat you to something special.” Bruce smiled. “Is that so bad?”

Clark’s heart swelled, “Not at all, I have been thinking about this meal all day.”

The meal was amazing, Clark really didn’t understand the complexities of the wine and veal pairing, but he knew that he liked it. The conversation was so wonderfully normal, Clark was having the time of his life. Clark talked about the stories he was working on at the planet, how his friends in Kansas were doing, the funny things Perry had yelled at people that week. Bruce told him how the board at Wayne Enterprises was hounding him as always, the fact his kids were driving him crazy, and the newest charity Bruce had decided to spearhead.

“Did you enjoy yourself Clark?” Bruce asked, as they finished up this fantastic French dessert that Clark couldn’t even pronounce.

“Of course, Bruce, this was fantastic.” Clark smiled.

“Good, Alfred was worried I was picking a place you wouldn’t like, but I told him that I am a grown man that can pick a place for a dinner date.” Bruce chuckled. It always amused Clark that no matter how old Bruce got, Alfred always treated him as if he was still 12 years old. He was the only man in the world who could get away with it.

Wait, did Bruce say this was a date?

“Alfred was teasing you about this being a date too, it must be going around. Lois was on my case for a few about you as well.” Clark laughed.

“Yes, well you think that’s bad, when my kids find out we are dating, they’re going to have a field day,” Bruce stated, so matter of fact that Clark felt his brain short circuit comically.

“What do you mean, when they find out we are dating?” Clark spluttered.

“Don’t worry, Clark, they won’t threaten you too much, but they are going to find out, hiding who Bruce Wayne is dating is a lot of work, it seems unnecessary at this point. I was thinking we have a family dinner of some kind, that way it's out of the way.” Bruce took a sip of his wine.

Clark just sat there for a moment, what was going on, was Bruce playing some joke on him? Did he find out about his crush, and didn’t understand this wasn’t funny?

“We are dating?” Clark asked again.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “What else do you call this? Really, Clark, I didn’t think you were the kind of guy that was scared by labels, especially those as simple as dating.”

Clark was working double time to control his features, he didn’t want to convey the internal panic he was currently experiencing. “First off, I have no fear of labels, I am perfectly fine with labels, in fact, I love labels.”

“Good, so why are you freaking out right now?” Bruce asked, he was clearly amused.

“When did we start dating?” Clark took a deep calming breath.

“When you asked me out, and I said yes,” Bruce explained slowly as if to a child.

“Was I there?” Clark asked because he swore he would remember asking Bruce Wayne out on a date!

“Clark, are you serious right now?” Bruce laughed. “You asked me out for coffee.”

“Yes, coffee?” Clark repeated.

“You wanted to see me out of the costume,” Bruce airquoted. “Everyone knows asking someone out for coffee is a universal metaphor for I’d like to bone in the future.”

“I didn’t,” Clark muttered. “I thought coffee was just coffee.”

Thinking back, Clark realized he was the one that was obtuse.

“I can’t believe I didn’t realize I asked you out.” Clark felt so defeated, like his carefully laid plan of first friendship, then gradually testing the waters to see if Bruce was even interested, and then maybe, maybe, asking him out was completely out of the water. So, it wasn’t a good plan but still.

Bruce didn’t look amused anymore, he looked worried. “Wait, did you not want to ask me out?”

“Of course I wanted to ask you out, but I also wanted to be aware of the fact I did. Like I always complain that you can’t read social situations, and yet here I am on our second date, and didn’t even realize it.” Clark huffed.

Bruce cracked and laughed, a good loud laugh, he so rarely let go that often.

“Haha, laugh it up, Wayne.” Clark mumbled. This was great, he was never going to live this down.

“I mean, this is hilarious, but you are a great date without knowing you’re on a date, what's Clark Kent like when he does know that?” Bruce was still chuckling.

You know, if it made Bruce this happy, Clark was perfectly fine with it, he loved making Bruce laugh regardless of what he was laughing at.

“Well, I always walk my date home, and there are always flowers involved,” Clark began, which made Bruce chuckle more.

“Classics, of course, I should have been tipped off from the start,” Bruce smiled.

“I am a classic man,” Clark stated without any shame.

“That’s good to know,” Bruce smirked. Bruce reached out and held Clark’s hand, stroking it softly. “As it turns out boy scouts are my type, especially the ones who are so charming that they don’t realize it.”

Clark smiled. “Bruce Wayne would you like to go out on another date with me?”

“Who says this one is over?” Bruce chuckled.

Bruce raised his other hand, signalling for the check.

“I have plenty of plans for tonight remember.” Bruce’s electrifying smirk, made Clark very glad he hadn’t know this was a date, he would have worried too much and not enjoyed what was the most normal feeling in the world: spending time with Bruce.

***

Clark opened his eyes slowly, for a brief second he didn’t recognize where he was, and then he realized he was in the plaza hotel. Clark closed his eyes immediately, afraid it was all a dream.

The way Bruce kissed him, so gentle, unimaginable hands that could cause such pain could grant such pleasure. The way Bruce laughed as he had taken his glasses off. The slow, but powerful fall into ecstasy between the two of them.

Clark was almost sure it was a dream, except for the fact that he had accidentally asked out Bruce, it was so ridiculous that Clark knew it must have happened.

Clark let his sense absorb the room, he could smell Bruce, hear his heartbeat, his footsteps meant that he was already awake. There was the smell of coffee, and eggs. And the soft hum of a laptop. Of course Bruce was working, the man had no concept of sleeping in. He heard the dip of a couch cushion.

“Good morning.” Clark moaned softly. He finally opened his eyes properly

“He’s awake, finally,” Bruce said, lounging on the sofa across from the bed. Clark didn’t think he had seen a more beautiful sight; Bruce wearing an unbuttoned shirt, and black boxer briefs, sipping coffee, with disheveled hair.

“I could get used to waking up to such a gorgeous view.” Clark smiled. Perfectly content in this moment.

Bruce looked at him so intently. “Hopefully you do get used to it.”

Clark laughed. “I can’t believe we are dating.”

“Well, we are.” Bruce said matter of factly, as he walked over to Clark, smiling as he leaned down and kissed him.

Clark moaned into the kiss.

“Even better than the view,” he murmured slowly as Bruce pulled away.

“Not to cut the moment short or anything, but don’t you have a day job that you can get fired from for being late?” Bruce asked innocently.

Clark panicked. Shit, shit, shit, the clock showed he had 3 minutes to get to work.

Without even thinking, Clark super sped to the shower, and grabbed his clothes as quickly as he could. In 45.9 seconds he was ready to go.

“That was very amusing.” Bruce chuckled softly. Clark just huffed, not everyone was their own boss. “Are you always this disorganized?”

“Well, sorry, my first priority wasn’t setting an alarm last night, I do have to run though.” Clark stated, he had to fly home and grab some additional papers before he went into the office.

“Just so you know, the planet is one of the papers I own, you have job security.” Bruce laughed as he turned back to his laptop.

Clark just rolled his eyes, he was pretty sure Bruce bought as many companies that league members were employed at as he could, just so no one would lose their job on account of their extra curricular activities, not that they knew that it was Bruce Wayne keeping them from being fired.

“Oh, and yes to that family dinner, I don’t want this to be another secret to keep.” Clark said before he flew out the window, fast enough that no human would be able to see him.

--0--

Clark made into work just in time. He couldn’t keep the giant smile off his face, he was just so happy. Everything in his life seemed to be working out perfectly. He had gotten the man he loved to date him by accident, that man who always seemed to run the other way from emotional entanglements was the one who was moving the relationship forward. Everything seemed perfect.

The elevator doors opened, and every head turned. Clark had a initial moment of panic, he was out, everyone knew he was Superman.

“Dude, are you boning Bruce fucking Wayne?”

Clark felt a sigh of relief come on, it wasn’t that bad, wait….how did people already know?

“I...wait….what?” Everyone was staring which meant this wasn’t a joke, how did people already know?

“GET BACK TO WORK!” Perry shouted. “AND KENT IN MY OFFICE NOW!”

Clark wondered if dating the technical boss could actually get him in trouble with his real boss.

“Umm...hi Perry...Good morning.” Clark tried to smile.

Perry was sitting behind his desk, already annoyed at him.

“Do you know how annoying it is to get scooped in the gossip section?” Perry asked.

“Um...do you really care?” Clark asked. Perry never gave a damn about gossip, he always said you could make something up in an hour so it wasn’t news worth his attention.

“Well I do care Kent! I care very much when the competition finds out that Clark Kent, a Daily PLANET REPORTER, MY REPORTER, IS DATING BRUCE WAYNE!”

Wow Clark thought, if he wasn’t getting reamed this would be pretty funny. Who reported that they were dating?

“Just quickly, how do you know we are dating?” Clark asked timidly.

The question clearly pissed Perry off more. “You idiots went to the Plaza, and never left, his car is still there! Every gossip reporter knows when Wayne comes to town, you looked like a fucking romcom come to life!”

“In my defense Perry, I didn’t know we were dating till last night either, so I couldn’t really have given anyone the scoop.” Clark saw Perry roll his eyes.

“Are you shitting me, Kansas?” Perry asked.

“Look I hadn’t realized I had asked him out, we were friends after all, but if you want an exclusive or something, I am sorry but I won’t use Bruce for a story. You know me, Perry, so if that’s all, I have a source to vet.” Clark said.

Despite Perry’s many tirades at Clark’s expense, he and Perry were friends.

“I know Kent, if he breaks your heart, I’ll rip him a new one, even if he owns the damn place.” Perry mumbled. “Just don’t let Cat get scooped again,just text her or something,or else she will have my balls.”

Clark laughed. “I’ll do my best.”

Clark walked out to the bullpen everyone was staring, but he ignored them and went to work.

He stealth texted Bruce

Clark: Cat’s out of the Bag, everyone knows we are dating

Bruce: I saw, and it looks like TMZ knew we were dating before you did

Clark: Har Har Bruce, we can deal with everything later I have story to finish, xx

Bruce: I knew you’d be the kind of guy to text xx, its adorable, have a good day x

Clark laughed, even if Bruce teased him, he reciprocated.

As the day went by, the stares died down. Clark knew they were all whispering about him, but he could easily tune it out.

Clark could almost pretend things were normal until the elevator opened and Dick Grayson walked through the door.

Dick was instantly recognizable. The first child Bruce Wayne ever adopted, the heir to the Wayne fortune turned cop. Despite, Dick’s lowkey life, he was still a Wayne. Heads turned when he entered a room.

Clark was instantly worried, was Bruce okay. The moment he heard Dick’s heartbeat, perfectly steady, he calmed down.

Dick walked right over to Clark, more serious then Clark was used to. Dick loved him, Clark knew that: the boy had Superman underwear, for crying out loud.

“I would like to talk to you Clark,” Dick stated, so business like that Clark was more than slightly confused.

“Sure Dick.” Clark nodded and led Dick to the rough top, away from prying eyes of the Planet reporters.

“What brings you to Metropolis?” Clark asked.

“Well, Clark, that's really simple.” Dick said. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?” Clark asked.

“Bruce of course, now that there is a change in your relationship, certain things have to be made clear,” Dick stated.

“Wait, are you here to threaten me?” Clark asked, smiling. Bruce had warned him.

“Threatening is so aggressive, just a warning really.” Dick stated.

“Seriously.” Clark laughed.

“Did I ever tell you the story about the first time Bruce talked about you?” Dick asked, now fully staring into Clark’s eyes. He had the Bat stare down pat, Clark thought.

“No.” Clark said. “But considering how our first few meetings went, I can bet it wasn’t pleasant.”

“He talked about how much of a threat you were, and that you could destroy the world on a whim,” Dick said cooly. “I thought you could do no wrong, but I was still a kid.”

“Well, I hope recent events have changed your view of me.” Clark said awkwardly, this was less cute.

“I am not a kid anymore, Clark. I know that Bruce isn’t perfect,” Dick stated. “But one thing he does better than anyone is train. He trained me to be able to take down any opponent, he entrusted me with every contingency he has.”

Shit, Clark thought, Bruce was one of the few people that could probably kill him, and he passed down that knowledge clearly...

“Dick, do you really think I would hurt Bruce?” Clark asked.

Dick shrugged. “All I know is that despite everything, I won’t let Bruce get hurt, and whenever he puts his heart out there, that tends to happen.”

“Well, I am pretty damn good at protecting things, I will do everything I can to keep him, and his heart, safe, as always.” Clark saw the flash of trust, and sighed in relief, Clark had a feeling that threatening anyone that was serious with Bruce was just a tradition.

“I’m sure you will, Clark, but just know this, Bruce can’t keep his nose out of our lives, and we return the favor, so this is a friendly reminder that I was always Bruce’s best student.” Dick flashed the signature Wayne smirk.

Clark sighed. Bruce clearly taught the kid how to threaten effectively.

“When you say our lives, does this mean I can expect threats from the rest of you Bats?” Clark huffed.

“Come on, Clark, you knew what you were getting into.” Dick laughed at him. “The only people allowed to hurt Bruce are in the family, he’s off limits to everyone else. This was a gentle reminder.”

“Well, it’s nice to see that you clearly love Bruce a lot,” Clark sighed. “I just hope you do know that I am not going to hurt him.”

Dick laughed. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings Clark. I guess I just worry about the old man. But I think finally going out with you was the smartest thing he has done in years, I am going to remind him not fuck this up too.”

Clark wondered if any of the Bats could do things casually.

“Buck up Clark, friendly warnings are all part of being a part of the family.” Dick slapped him on the back as he exited.

Clark sighed, he had a feeling this wasn’t the last threat of the day. But he was happy that he was a part of the family.

Clark pulled out his phone and called Bruce.

Bruce picked up on the third ring. “Hello, Bruce Wayne speaking.”

“Hi Bruce, just thought I’d let you know your son came here today and basically threatened to spear me with Kryptonite if I hurt you, just the way you taught him.” Clark laughed, god sometimes he forgot how much Dick was like Bruce.

“I see,” Bruce stated cryptically. “I did teach him to kill you but that was before I knew you, if that helps.”

“Bruce I know that, the more important thing here is apparently, I should expect all of your many children to threaten me.” Clark stated.

“They tend to do that, it drove Selina crazy.” Bruce chuckled slightly. “But I am sure Superman can handle a few kids that like to embarrass their dad.”

“I think you should teach them that most kids show embarrassing pictures not threaten murder,” Clark stated. “Not that I am telling you how to parent.”

“Noted,” Bruce responded, “But I want them to be creative.”

“Sure don’t want to quash that murderous instinct,” Clark moaned. “Especially when it’s not aimed at you.”

“Don’t worry about it, I doubt anyone will hurt you for real, they know who you are,” Bruce stated. “But I will let them know threatening you isn’t necessary.”

“Thanks.” Clark sighed, that was the best he was going to get. “But it is cute how much your kids protect you.”

“Bye, Clark” Bruce stated.

“You’re cute too.” Clark laughed as Bruce hung up on him. Threatening murder was fine, but acknowledging that you loved each other, that was too much for the Wayne crowd.

***

Clark had to deal with even more whispers and looks. Dick’s appearance had fanned the flames. Clark opened the Daily Planet Website, and there was his own paper reporting on his love life, mentioning how ‘Wayne’s infamous Ward paid the mild mannered reporter a visit, confirming the serious nature of the relationship.’

Clark looked at Perry’s office, he must be glad he wasn’t scooped this time. Clark sighed, and saw Lois walk over, no one would dare fuck with her, for that Clark was glad.

“Please protect me from my so called colleagues” Clark moaned.

“I can’t and you should know better than to let Dick Grayson visit.” Lois laughed.

“Do you think I asked, he came to warn me not to break Bruce’s heart, or else.” Clark rolled his eyes.

“Was it effective?” Lois asked.

Clark thought about how many ways Bruce had planned to kill him, he was pretty sure with the metric ton of Kryptonite he had stashed around, Dick would be able to finish what Bruce started. “To be honest, Lois, the kid could probably take me out.”

“And Dick’s the one that likes you the most.” Lois laughed. “You will have to give me details about this date, like all of them, we haven’t had a good old fashioned bitch session in a while. How about next week, we get wine and greasy food?”

“Perfect,” Clark smiled, what would he do without Lois Lane. “If Bruce’s kids let me live till then.”

“I am sure you can take it Clark,” Lois smiled, and headed back to her desk.

Why did neither Bruce or Lois take this seriously, Clark thought. Bruce’s kids had a penchant for causing maximum damage, even as Superman, Clark was sure that he did not have the upper hand.

Clark ducked out the parking garage, and cheated by using superspeed to avoid the reporters that were now interested in him.

Clark opened his front door, glad there were no reporters at his place.

Instantly he knew he wasn’t alone.

“Jason, I know you are here.” Clark sighed, the next kid up. No matter how many times Jason said he hated Bruce, and the entire family, here he was up next to remind Clark that being superhuman was no defense.

Jason came out in full Red Hood gear. Prepared, as always.

“How you doing Kent?” Clark wanted to laugh at how absurd this was but that would just annoy Jason more.

“Good, and yourself?” Clark asked. “Clearly having no problems breaking and entering.”

“Not really high on my list of worries.” Jason smirked

“I have cookies if you’d like some?” Clark asked, might as well have snacks while Jason threatened to murder him if he ever hurt Bruce.

“Anyone else and I’d say you are being condescending, but not sincere country charmer Clark Kent.” Jason rolled his eyes, and didn’t say no.

Clark went into the kitchen grabbed some cookies put them on a plate, and for good measure poured two cups of milk.

“Make yourself more at home, than you already have Jason!” Clark hollered.

When Clark was back in the living room, Jason was sitting on his sofa, it was so comical, all that armor, but his eyes still light up at the cookies, and he had no problem pigging out on them.

“So, not that I am not happy to see you, but you don’t have to worry about ensuring that I know not to hurt Bruce, Dick already got that covered.” Clark knew it was pointless, but he was hopeful that maybe somehow the kids would take pity on him.

“Please, Grayson has been obsessed with you longer than Bruce has,” Jason huffed.

“How long has Bruce been obsessed?” Clark asked. “Just out of curiosity.”

Jason just rolled his eyes.

“These cookies were good, but we should get down to business.” Jason smirked, they all had that same signature I am going to fuck you up smile.

“I thought Bruce was going to talk to you,” Clark sighed.

“He sent an email it was hilarious.” Jason pulled out his phone and showed him.

Clark couldn’t help but chuckle. The email Bruce had sent had the subject line ‘no threatening my boyfriend’ and the content was just please.

“Now, that is not as effective as this is going to be.” Jason stated.

“Okay, then, Red Hood.” Clark looked back at Jason.

“Look, the Old Man is an asshole, and watching him be heartbroken is hilarious, but sadly, as a Bat, can’t have the good name soiled, you know,” Jason started.

Clark cut him off. “More like you all love each other but just can’t admit it. But okay.”

Jason glared at him. “Please, this is about professional rep.”

“Can we please get to threatening, your milk is getting warm,” Clark fretted.

Jason while still directly staring into Clark’s eyes, chugged the entire cup of milk. Clark thought that was a tad excessive and in no way a display of dominance, as he was sure it was meant to be, but he didn’t want to hurt Jason’s feelings.

“As I was saying, Dick doesn’t have the guts to fill your apartment with Kryptonite and watch you die, and then launch your body into the sun for good measure, but me, I don’t have a weak constitution, and don’t mind doing the dirty work.” Jason smiled.

Clark scanned his apartment. Sure enough, on his pillow was a lead lined boxed. So Jason brought ammo with him to illustrate his point. He was going to have to talk to Bruce about securing his stash of Kryptonite.

“Btw, I can see that you figured out where my little gift is, and I wanted you to know that the moment we realized you two were dating we snaked some of Bruce’s stash, so do you feel moderately worried now?” Jason asked.

Clark laughed. Not the reaction Jason was expecting, Clark tell by his eyebrows alone. “I am not because as I told Dick, and I will tell you, I am not going to hurt Bruce. So I won’t have to worry about you all killing me over this, but I am keenly aware that you have all planned my murder well, and I am sure you could do it.”

Jason grumbled, under his breath about annoyingly earnest Kent, ruining a perfectly good death threat.

“I heard that, Jason, now can you please take your box when you leave.” Clark smiled. “And anytime you want to eat cookies, and not talk about how much you care about Bruce, let me know.”

Jason got up and grabbed the box, as he waited by the window he turned and said, “Seriously, though, Kent, you might be Superman and super nice but Bruce is more fragile then he looks, don’t hurt him, he couldn’t take losing you again.”

Clark sobered at that line, he knew his death had done a number on all of his loved ones but this was far more effective than any threat of murder, and Jason knew it.

Clark watched as Jason disappeared, and took a deep breath, he knew he’d love and cherish Bruce, but knowing how much his kids worried about his heart started to worry Clark, just how badly had Clark unwittingly hurt him.

*** Clark had just finished a sweep of the apartment, it was just a precaution but when the batkids were involved, nothing seemed excessive. Confident that there were no traps or explosives, Clark took out his laptop.

Clark opened his email, and saw one addressed from Barbara Gordon.

Clark sighed. Here we go again.

Dear Clark,

I am so happy to hear the news that you and Bruce are dating. Me and Tim are just so pleased.

Clark was pleasantly surprised - of course Barbara and Tim would be more civilized, he should have expected this. As he skimmed the next line, he knew he had spoken too soon.

Dick and Jason have already made it clear to you that Bruce has a team of highly skilled people ready to physically end you. Now that isn’t our style. There are far worse things than death for you, Clark Kent. If we find out that you treated Bruce in any way that is undeserving, Clark Kent will be wanted for murder in every state, your bank accounts gone, or worse you will just cease to exist altogether, gone will be the life you love so much.

Of course we hope to not use this option, but be aware the world has changed, and the Oracle sees all.

Lots of Love,

Barbara and Tim. Clark wasn’t beyond admitting this particular threat had him the most worried. Murdering someone was personal, it was hard and as much as he knew Jason and Dick would never have cause, even if by some shock of fate there was a reason, he knew that they didn’t have it in their heart to kill someone, but this type of threat, it had weight, it was impersonal, easier to do as you didn’t have to confront the person. It could be done in the heat of the moment.

Clark called Bruce.

“Okay, first of all, I thought you kept that Krypotian secure,” Clark began. He heard Bruce wince.

“Look, I didn’t think they’d take it.” Bruce sounded apologetic. Clark wasn’t really mad, but the stuff was dangerous.

“But they did. Oh, don’t worry, Clark, you’re Superman, you can handle their threats.” Clark rolled his eyes as he plopped down on his bed dramatically. “All of twenty minutes ago, my bed had Kryptonite on it and Jason was eating my cookies, talking about how he’d launch my body into the sun.”

Clark could imagine Bruce cringing at that information. “Now that’s not even the worst part, your former partner in crime Barbara and sweet little Tim Drake promised to destroy Clark Kent, and not going to lie, that’s terrifying.”

“I’ll make it up to you, and make it more clear to the little monsters that threatening you is off limits.” Bruce sighed. “Please don’t be mad.”

Clark laughed. “I was never mad, mildly scared for my life yes, but never mad. I have become accustomed to how the Wayne Household shows love and it’s never been what others call normal.”

“Still, I would never let anyone hurt you, no matter what.” Bruce said, with a little more feeling than Clark expected. “I will be getting that Kryptonite back, and rewriting the code that Tim and Barbara wrote, making it clear no second attempts will be tolerated.”

Clark sighed, he remembered how Jason had alluded to how Clark’s death had really hurt Bruce. He had a feeling the kids were more scared of that version of Bruce than him hurting Bruce.

“Don’t worry about it Bruce,” Clark said softly. “Since I won’t be giving them a reason to use any of their fail safes, so to speak, let them have the comfort of thinking they can protect you. After all, that’s all they are trying to do.”

“Fine,” Bruce huffed. “I still might do it though, I hate the thought of you even remotely vulnerable.”

“I am the Man of Steel, I am never vulnerable.” Clark laughed off, hoping to sooth Bruce a little.

“Ten bucks says I could make you vulnerable,” Bruce murmured, a different kind of heat behind that phrase.

“I’ll swing by the manor now, let’s see if you can earn that ten bucks.” Clark stated, as he dropped the call, and speed through the window fast enough to be invisible to the human eye.

Clark landed on the manor lawn, as gently as possible. Walking towards the front door, Clark smiled, he was so surprised how normal flying to see Bruce for more than just league business felt. Somehow they had already settled into a new partnership, Clark was sure.

Clark knocked, expecting Bruce to be at the door, but little Damian Wayne opened the door.

“Hi Damian,” Clark said softly, lowering himself to Damien’s height, normally Damian liked that, but he was glaring at him. Great, the final Wayne ready to threaten him.

“So, Alien, Alfred informed me that you are dating my father,” Damian stated. Clark nodded gently.

“I am.”

“Mmmhhhhh.” Damian said with an air of disapproval.

“Are you not okay with it?” Clark asked, very much afraid of the answer. As much as the others joked or were slightly serious, Damian didn’t trust anyone, and if he didn’t want this, Clark was sure that Bruce would put Damian’s happiness first, and Clark wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Would it matter to you if I was not okay with it?” Damien asked, those keen eyes much more aware than any eleven year old had the right to be. Clark thought it was a test.

“Of course it matters,” Clark said. “I want to be a part of your family, so you have a vote.”

Bruce had come to the stairs and he was watching with clear intensity, the answer mattering to him as much as it mattered to Clark.

Damian stared at Clark defiantly for a moment, and then half smiled. “Fine, then. But I shall not call you father.”

With all the dramatic flare of a Wayne, Damian nodded at Clark and his father and walked off into the manor.

Bruce came down the stairs. “I think that’s official, you have everyone’s seal of approval.”

Clark laughed. “It's official, then, we are dating.”

Bruce wrapped his arms around Clark’s waist. “Last chance to run, Clark, after all you weren’t even aware of the first dates, this is a lot….I know.”

It had started as a joke, but Clark could see fear in Bruce’s eyes. He might have joked about making Clark vulnerable, but clearly Bruce was worried. After all, the Wayne household was all or nothing. “I have never been so sure about anything.”

Clark gently kissed Bruce, trying to erase any worry that Bruce could have.

“If you’d like, I love to take you out tomorrow.” Clark laughed. “I’ll bring flowers, for sure.”

Bruce chuckled. “I would love to go out with you, Clark Kent.”

Notes:

I wanted this to be a fun lighthearted take on Clark and Bruce's relationship. I love how push comes to shove the batfam always closes rank, no matter who it is.

#superbat #superbat fic #kentandwayne #anthohnystark #sorrowingsoldier #8k of cutness or at least that's the aim

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richiethedicktozier · 6 years

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Can we pretty please have a pt. 2 to the fic of the losers club meeting mike?? 🙏🏻

Part 1

Richie wasn’t supposed to know that they knew he had a twin brother. Just like Richie wasn’t supposed to know that his brother found out he was gay. Both sides were fighting for the same outcome; Richie stayed clueless. Both sides though, wanted to tell their secret first, so the other one looked like the pair of loose lips.

Before Bill could even announce to his mother that he was home with food and an extra child in tow, Eddie was rushing through the door and scrambling for his phone. He wanted to invite Richie over and try to talk it out of him. Bill wasn’t sure what Eddie was expecting to do; no one could out-talk Richie. It was physically impossible. Bill met Richie’s twin and was still sure the feat was not achievable.

“Hey, Richie!” Eddie said, trying to catch his breath. “I’m calling to see what you were up to… Yeah… Okay. Well, I wanted to see if you were free to hang out. Right now.” Eddie paused as Richie responded, his face turning bright red. “I meant with Bill. I’m at his house. Meet me there– No this does not involve Bill. Jesus Christ, Richie. Stop with the jokes and just get your ass here.”

“How luh-luh-loving.” Bill said, unpacking the food onto the kitchen counter.

“I swear, he brings up shit just to piss me off.” Eddie muttered, although he was beginning to laugh.

“You mean like you to his bru-bru-brother?” Bill teased.

“I didn’t bring it up on purpose! It was Bev!”

“You made it worse!”

“Did not!” Eddie countered, pointing his finger at Bill. Bill raised an eyebrow, keeping his lips pressed together. “Okay. I did, but don’t bring that up. He doesn’t need more ammunition.”

Bill held his hands up, bowing his head to Eddie before turning to keep putting food away. His mother was upstairs, dressing herself and most likely picking out an outfit for Bill’s father. Bill wouldn’t have to wear a tie and instead would be told to hide in his room until the next morning. Before, Bill always had Georgie to play with; they’d pretend they were pirates, sailing the high seas on Bill’s bed, the silent waves lapping up against the sides of his mattress. Or Bill would lay on the floor and teach Georgie how to draw and color inside the lines. Bill used to like his mother’s dinner parties. Now, it was just another way for Bill to grieve.

“I’m going to run to your bathroom. If Richie comes in, play it cool, alright?” Eddie said. “Cool.”

“C-C-Cool. Right.” Bill gave him a thumbs up before nodding. Eddie left looking mildly unconvinced.

After putting everything away, he sat at the dinner table, putting his feet up on the chair across from him. Before Bill even had the time to finish his yawn, stretching his arms up, there was a frantic knock at the door. Bill stood and hurried to the door, although he was sure it couldn’t have been Richie. And he hoped he wouldn’t be seeing any more look-a-likes.

“Bev?” Bill was surprised by her sudden appearance at his door, staring down the street to see if something was wrong.

“Mind if I come in? I thought you’d like some company… Safety in numbers.” She laughed, touching Bill’s arm to lower it from the door and entering the foyer.

“Wuh-what do you mean?” Bill asked, closing the door behind her, although leaving it unlocked to allow Richie his preferred unannounced entrances. “We’re fine.”

“You trust me, right?” She asked, spinning around and winking at him. “I’m here to help.”

Bill followed her to the table, sitting down next to her and catching her up on Eddie’s most recent worries. Bill said he was sure Eddie would come clean eventually, but Beverly was sure he wouldn’t– which was why she was there.

“Coming in, gents! Drop your cocks and grab your socks.” Richie called, walking in the door. Eddie was only a few steps out of the bathroom, but attempted to go right back in.

“You really nuh-nuh-need a better entrance, Richie.” Bill said, rolling his eyes. “You can’t keep saying that in my hous-s-se.”

“I’ll consider it.” Richie hummed, tapping his chin as he entered the kitchen. “I think every superhero needs a catchphrase though.”

“I don’t think Clark Kent or Superman would be caught dead shouting ‘cocks’ over Metropolis.” Eddie argued, finally coming in from the hallway. “Nice try though, Richie.”

“Don’t quit your day job.” Beverly teased, patting his arm as he took the seat across from her.

Eddie sat beside him slowly. He still seemed on edge, but he took Richie’s hand and held it on the table. Eddie wiped his hands on his shirt saying that he just washed his hands, but Bill somehow figured it was just his nerves making his palms unusually sweaty. Richie made no comment and wrapped his fingers around Eddie’s. He was casual and unapologetic, resting their hands out where Bill’s parents could see if they walked in. How did his own twin brother not know? Richie never stopped talking to or about Eddie. Bill was sure Richie had been obvious, and maybe his brother was just stupid. Richie didn’t hide it, did he? His family accepted him. Richie never let on it was any other way.

“You okay, Bill? You’re giving me a thousand mile stare.” Richie reached over with his free hand and gently pushed Bill’s arm.

“Y-Y-Y-Y….” Bill tried to take a steady breath, words stumbling over his tongue and back into his mouth. “Uh h-h-h-huh.”

“Yeah?” Richie asked, furrowing his brows. “Your engine is really stalling today.”

“I’m f-f-f-fine.” Bill said, shaking his head and waving Richie’s hand away from his arm. It went to land with his other hand resting on Eddie’s. Bill turned to Beverly, guilt climbing his face as he feared he would be the one to give it all away.

“Hey, Rich. Do me a favor.” Beverly said, keeping eye contact with Bill for a moment longer before changing over to Richie. “Give me your glasses.”

“What?”

“Take them off. Come on. I want to see something.”

“Yeah, but then I won’t.” Richie countered, reaching to slide his frames off. “What is this about?”

“I just want to see.” Beverly insisted, holding out her hands. Richie missed three times before actually finding her hand and placing his glasses in her palm. Richie’s squinting was the only thing that skewed Mike’s face from making a sudden appearance at Bill’s dinner table. “See, I was right.”

“About what?” Richie asked, still squinting. He grabbed Eddie’s hand tighter, as if he’d need him for guidance in the coming conversation. Eddie placed a hand on Richie’s shoulder and stared at Beverly with wide and threatening eyes. Beverly put on Richie’s glasses and pretended not to see him.

“There was this guy at the store today– he looked just like you!”

“Bev!” Eddie said, clenching his teeth.

“What?” Richie said, his face relaxing as his need to see was replaced by the slack of fear pulling his lips apart slowly. “What did you say?”

“There was this guy– oh, this cute little thing– maybe like, a few inches shorter than you in this cute striped shirt and–”

“Beverly, give me back my glasses!” Richie said, lunging forward but hitting his waist on the table edge. “Bev!”

“–and he didn’t have any glasses on and I swore it was you. Now, I can see for myself.” Beverly said, her tone cheerful and coy but her face smug, twirling the glasses in her hand by the arm. “It most definitely was you.”

“Bev, this isn’t funny. Give him back his glasses.” Eddie pleaded, looking between the two of them. Beverly had the advantage of staring down Richie as she waited for his response to break his unusual speechlessness, while Richie was just trying to find her eyes in the blur of color. “Bev, please.”

“I wasn’t in the grocery store today.” Richie said, trying to find each face to look angrily at them. Beverly clicked her tongue and his head whipped back to her. “What?”

“I didn’t say the grocery store.” She hummed, still twirling his glasses. “You are a terrible liar, Tozier.”

Richie was silent, lips clamped shut and eyes dropping to the table. Wordless was a phase of Richie that struck fear into Bill, into all of them. Beverly slid the glasses across the table to him, but Richie remained still, leaving his vision impaired if only to extend the time he had in fogged solitude. It would all be taken from him, again, when he put his glasses back on.

“We met Muh-Mike.” Bill said slowly as Richie gripped his glasses. “He seems nice. Why didn’t you tell uh-us.”

“I don’t know.” Richie shrugged, looking at Bill and Beverly only. He avoided Eddie’s worried eyes and teary expression. He ignored it but he wasn’t oblivious. “Isn’t one enough?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Eddie asked, tugging on Richie’s hands. He stared straight ahead. “Richard, look at me.” Richie clenched his jaw and stayed with his vision focused on Beverly. He took his glasses off again and slid them over to her. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in a sharp, stiff silence.

“They like him better.” Richie admitted in a long sigh.

“Who does?” Beverly asked. “Who’s they?”

“My parents.” Richie said, he was facing Beverly but he made no attempt to put her into focus. “He hasn’t been around because they sent him to some god-fucking-fancy school. He’s the genius kid. And I’m the fuck up.”

“Richie, come on.” Bill said, his face trying to convince Richie of the ridiculousness of the comment, but only having his voice reach Richie. “That’s not true.”

“Oh, yeah?” Richie laughed, empty and slow. “That’s why when I walked out the door to come here, he barely looked at me?”

“Actually, that’s not why.” Beverly said, turning to Eddie with an encouraging wave of the hand. “Eddie actually might have had something to do with that.”

“Bev! Don’t just fucking out me like that!”

“You did it to Richie.” She responded quickly, a hand flying up to her mouth. The entire table froze. The three of them trying to find out the closest exit, and Richie as he tried to squint his eyes to find his glasses again on the table. He put them all back in focus with a set of wide and fiery eyes.

“You told my brother I’m gay?”

“Maybe.”

“You met my twin brother for what, three minutes? And you can’t keep a secret to your damn self!” Richie asked, finally turning to Eddie. He gulped and nodded to Richie, who began laughing. “I’m fucking amazed, Eds. And I thought I was the one with a foot surgically implanted in my mouth.”

“Shut up. I didn’t mean to!” Eddie said, shoving Richie’s side. “He didn’t believe us anyway.”

“See, it wasn’t because he’s better,” Beverly started.

“It’s because he’s seeing me and a stranger at the supermarket in a completely new light that he wouldn’t make eye contact with me.” Richie finished, raising his eyebrows. “Somehow that isn’t exactly better.”

“Richie, it’s not bad. We promise. He just seemed upset you didn’t tell him.” Beverly added.

“I th-th-think your brother is more like you than your parents.” Bill offered, smile received now that Richie had his glasses back on. Georgie was the same way; lost time wasn’t anything to be kept as a grudge.

Richie paused. “You don’t think he’s a total fucking dork?”

“Oh he is.” Eddie agreed, releasing Richie’s hands to place an arm around his shoulder. “But so are you… Although, I think he is better looking.”

“Now you’re pushing it, Eddie.”

“Noted. Sorry.” Eddie leaned up to kiss Richie’s cheek, taking his glasses off again. “Love you, Mike… I mean, Richie.”

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Fic - The More Things Change (Superbat)

Prompt: Bruce and Clark have loved one another for years. They’re both aware of these feelings, though it’s never discussed between them and they refuse to act on them – Bruce because there are a thousand reasons it’s a bad idea, and Clark because he knows it’s not something Bruce would ever allow himself. Everyone from the Justice League to the batfam tries to intervene.

Additional Summary: A Holiday Exchange in the Watchtower.

For: @timmyjdrake

Pairing: Bruce Wayne_Batman/Clark Kent_Superman

Tags and Warning: 2017 Superbat Secret Santa @superbatsecretsanta, General Rating, mostly pre52 universe, holiday exchange, batfam, Ma Kent, other heroes, some pining, denial of feelings, and fluff.

Author’s Note: It’s a bit rough, so I might go over this later, but it’s done! I think I filled the prompt, but mixed in how I feel like things could end with these two.

Word Count: ~7400

Date Published: 12/25/2017 (Edited 1/4/2018)

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-000-

He stays silent even as Diana shakes the hat in front of him.

“Don’t be a party pooper Bats, just take one,” Hal teases. He’s grinning at him along with a few other Leaguers.

Batman does not curl up on himself, nor does he slap the hat out of Diana’s hands. He doesn't go and punch the smug grin off of Jordan’s face and he certainly does not run towards the teleporters.

Instead, he grabs a piece of paper out of the hat. He resists the urge to look at the name and instead folds his arms, tucking the piece of paper into his cape. Some of the other leaguers look at the him, but Batman stays absolutely still. Diana gives him a smile, and moves on to the next person. The others move their attention elsewhere.

Batman silently observes the next people take a name. Some people reveal who’ve they've gotten from their reactions, but none of them get his name.

The papers are dwindling when a voice fills the room.

“Sorry, guys, I had to take care of something first,” Superman says, walking briskly towards the group. His eyes are bright and he looks a bit winded. However, his curl isn’t out of place, so it must not have been anything too important. He joins the circle.

“Don’t worry, Superman,” Wonder Woman says. “You didn’t miss the Holiday Exchange. And there’s a name for you inside the hat.”

Flash speeds over and leans against the hero. “What kept you?”

“Cat stuck in a tree?” Lantern asks with a snigger.

“Actually, it was a ball python.” Superman says, dryly. “I think the fire department was happy to let me handle that one.”

Some of the other heroes chuckle, while some shudder.

Batman does neither. He tracks Wonder Woman with his eyes and watches as she brings the hat over to Superman.

“No peeking.”

Superman rolls his eyes and looks away with his eyes closed and picks a name out of the hat.

After he’s picked his name, Wonder Woman finishes distributing the other names. Batman watches as Superman reads his paper, and discreetly puts it away. He does not give away who he has gotten.

Interesting.

He goes back to looking at Wonder Woman when she begins to address everybody. “This is our holiday exchange (not Secret Santa). Normally, there’s a twenty dollar limit, but we’ve scrapped that rule in case people have sentimental priceless gifts. Try to make the gift yourself if you can. Feel free to exchange them at any time, or during the winter party we’re throwing. If you’re unable to do the holiday exchange, then please tell me.”

Everybody quickly agrees and splits off into groups, while Batman slips into a corner unnoticed.

Someone joins him.

“Forgive me, Bruce.” Diana says softly, with a smile. She’s not sorry at all.

He narrows his eyes but no one's listening. At least, no one who doesn’t already know who he is.

“This is not an emergency meeting, Princess,” he murmurs back. “I’m not even a part of the Justice League.”

“Would you have come otherwise?”

He doesn’t answer.

“So can I count on you for the other gifts in case someone isn’t able to get one?”

He nods and her face turns softer, warmer. “Do you need me to help pick things out?”

Batman shakes his head. “I’ll be able to figure it out.”

She laughs, and for a brief moment everybody glances at her. One person’s gaze lingers for a little longer than usual. He hopes they find a proper gift for Wonder Woman. It would be unfortunate if she as the organizer didn’t receive something special.

“Thank you, Batman.” And with that she makes her way to the others. She draws their gaze away from him and he creeps closer to the zeta tubes. When he’s sure he doesn't have the attention of anyone else and his back is turned towards the rest of the group, he unfolds his piece of paper and reads it.

A moment later he’s teleporting back to earth. If he stayed, he would have stared at Superman the whole night, wondering what to get him.

-000-

“I don’t know what to get him, Ma,” Clark stabs into his pie a little bit harder than usual and winces. Luckily there’s no damage to the plate, or the fork, or the pie.

Blueberry pie.

“You’ve been friends for quite a while, Clark. Surely there’s something you can get him,” his Ma says, puttering around the kitchen. Clark has already been scolded for trying to help. Instead he’s been set to work trying some new pie flavors. There’s a slice of lemon and a slice of rhubarb-strawberry waiting for him.

Clark takes a bite of pie to delay his answer.

How could he explain how important this was to him. That Batman was one of his oldest friends and confidants, someone he trusted with his life. That he needed the perfect gift to show how much the man meant to him.

Thankfully, his mother seems to know anyway and takes pity on him.

“How is the pie, dear?” Martha asks.

Clark gives her a grateful smile. “It’s really good, Ma. A new recipe right? I’m sure the book club will enjoy it.”

But instead of taking the compliment and pinching his cheek like she normally does, Martha sneaks a bite for herself. She frowns and looks at the pie like it’s a puzzle. Clark shovels another bite in his mouth.

She sighs, “Yes. I suppose it’s good enough for book club. Now try the other ones.”

Clark polishes off the first slice and drinks a glass of milk. Then he starts on the next flavor.

“Why don’t you ask all those kids of his what to get him?” Martha suggests.

Clark protests, “Ma, I can’t do that.” But only because he’s considered it already. Maybe he could ask Dick, and maybe Cass in a pinch, but he knows that telling any of the kids is a sure fire way to get Alfred involved. And he’s not sure if he wants Bruce’s father-figure to find out that he’s trying to find the perfect gift for Bruce.

He’s not ready for that.

If he’s really in a pickle, maybe he’ll ask Alfred.

Martha lets her son stew for a bit, before tutting at him.

“Just make sure to get him something nice and make sure to come back during the holidays so I can give you the pies you wanted.”

Clark nods, grateful. “I’ll make sure to give his family one and the League loves your pies.”

Martha glances at the pies. “Well, I hope they like flavors other than apple.”

Clark wonders what his mom has against apple pie all of a sudden (his favorite), but knows he has other things to worry about.

-000-

It’s only a few days since the exchange and it’s a complete coincidence when Bruce needs to head to Metropolis for business. Bruce makes sure to pack for business of both varieties, and does not allow himself to smirk when he surprises Clark (and the rest of the Daily Planet) with his presence.

He makes sure to flirt with Cat and Lois gratuitously, makes sure to slap Jimmy on the back, and skillfully negotiates Perry into making Clark get an impromptu quote about anything new at Wayne Enterprises.

Clark still looks a bit gobsmacked when Bruce Wayne mentions that they can talk over lunch.

Clark stutters out, “Uh, well, Mr.Wayne, I don’t know anything good that’s open at 3pm, but-”

Bruce Wayne cuts the reporter off. “How many times do I have to tell you, it’s Brucie! And sure people are always offering things to me like lobster thermidor with kelp foam, but I’m feeling like something I can really bite into. Know any good places like that, Kent?”

For the first time since he’s stepped into the room, Clark smiles. “I know a good place, er, Bruce.”

-000-

“Finest pizza in Metropolis,” Clark says.

Bruce grunts in response and begins to scarf down his pizza. Clark glances back at the owners, but they’re purposely not paying attention to them and there’s no one else around (luckily).

Then he turns back to Bruce. Clark’s glad that he’s ordered extra because it looks like Bruce hasn’t had a hot meal in a few days. He knows that there’s a particularly troubling case in Gotham involving children so he’s not surprised. He’s just glad he can get him something to eat.

Instead of saying any of that aloud, Clark says: “You could have warned me that you were coming.”

Bruce is in the middle of decimating a bite. He wipes his mouth delicately with a handkerchief (the faker), before saying, “You’re reactions are always best when they’re honest.”

Clark snorts. “You just like getting the drop on people even when you’re not dressed up like a bat.”

Bruce smirks and takes another bite of pizza.

He takes a little bit of pride in making Bruce drop his Brucie Wayne mask, even if it’s at his expense. Once the glow stops he asks, “So why are you here?”

Bruce pauses. Clark can practically see Bruce sorting through all the information in his brain, deciding what not to tell him. It’s okay. He’s a reporter, he’ll figure it out eventually.

“Toyman,” Bruce finally admits.

“Really.” Because Clark hasn’t heard of anything that could hint at Toyman.

“Toy-person. Uses toys to,” and Bruce lips curl enough that it prevents him from eating and Clark’s stomach drops because there aren’t many things that will make Bruce this emotive, “uses toys to make children do their bidding.”

He’s almost afraid to ask, but he has to: “What does he have them do?”

“Anything. Everything. Sometimes it doesn’t even seem like the child is brainwashed, they just do things out of the ordinary. One of them learned how to play a piano concerto overnight, another could suddenly do backflips, and there was a one who scored a perfect SAT.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Clark says, though he’s sure it’s only going to get worse.

“We were sorting through which ones were abnormalities as opposed to those who were naturally talented, when we caught a group that had successfully burgled a bank. Clark, they were all below the age of ten and had skills they had no business of having.”

“Bruce, your kids-”

“My kids grew up that way,” Bruce snaps. “They had been trained from birth to be the way they are. These kids are outliers. Either from families who can’t afford it or the rich and pampered.”

Despite the graveness of the situation, or maybe because of it, Clark lets out a wry chuckle. “Jealous that the young ones don’t have to work to become like Batman, Bruce?”

Bruce stares at him and Clark just manages not to laugh, though he know he’s grinning like the dim hayseed he’s often accused of.

“Maybe, a little,” Bruce says with an eye roll. Then starts to eat his pizza again.

“So, about the kids, are the connections toys?”

Bruce nods.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Surprisingly, or maybe because Bruce is that tired, Bruce doesn’t growl at him to stay out of the case. Instead, he continues to eat his pizza and doesn't answer. That’s as good as a blessing as he’s going to get out of Bruce.

-000-

They're walking back to the Daily Planet, when Clark sees something that catches his eye. They’re passing an antique shop and Bruce immediately memorizes the storefront and the angle Clark glanced at the window.

A day later he drops the Brucie Wayne persona to go back to the shop.

Disappointingly, there’s nothing of note inside. There are a few baseball card he thinks Clark might have been looking at, but no perfect Christmas gift.

There are a few antique puzzle boxes he picks up and the owner looks considerably more welcoming after he flashes the cash. He’s even brought to a private room (he almost chuckles at how shrewd and secretive the owner was, he would have been a great Gothamite) where some of the more expensive prizes are.

He doesn’t spot anything of interest. Mostly it’s old artifacts he might buy later to donate to a museum and a lot of gilded oddities.

Nothing catches his eyes until he spots a golden elephant. Bruce lets himself get drawn into it’s figure. It’s a circus elephant, rearing back on its hind legs.

“Ah! You have a good eye,” the owner says. “It’s also a music box.”

And he turns a hidden piece of the contraption (cleverly placed, he’ll have to keep that in mind), and the whole thing starts to move. The delicate elephant rears back, it’s tusk moves, and it spins on the base. The music tinkles cheerfully, a generic rendition of circus music.

But Bruce is suddenly taken back to an unforgettable night. He remembers Dick, sobbing while holding onto an elephant. Around them the is circus wishing him goodbye and a goodlife as the two of them have solved the murder of the Flying Graysons.

He remembers how happy that elephant made him.

-000-

The case with the toys still hasn’t produced any leads. Following up with Schott and Okamura hasn’t gotten anything and Batman wonders if there is a new player in town. Maybe Mad Hatter? It’s not his MO, but giving children skills is such an usual thing…

He takes apart some of the toys and finds, something. They’re certainly not normal manufactured toys. They’ve been crafted with care and made to look like the other toy.

He’s taking some time to mull over the new information when he thinks about the golden elephant.

With some of the tools he already has out, he starts to take the music box apart.

-000-

He catches Dick after the boy has had a long patrol and a midnight snack. Dick is aware of him before he makes his presence known and Bruce presents him with the gift.

“Hey Bruce! What’s that in your hand…” Dick immediately reaches out and cradles the music box. He instinctive pets the elephant on your head.

Bruce stays silent.

Not a moment later, Dick finds the key to start the music. It’s the beginning of how Haley’s Circus used to open.

Dick can barely take his eyes off the dancing elephant. “Bruce…?”

Bruce doesn’t have an answer for him.

“We should go to the circus,” Bruce says instead.

“Uh, of course.”

Bruce nods and starts to walk away.

A moment later Dick calls after him, “Thank you, Bruce, I love it!”

-000-

Although Clark said he would help, the case comes to an end when the toy person tries to work their abilities on one, Damian Wayne.

Clark finds out via the Gotham Gazette, but doesn't blame Bruce when he sees the article must have been written hours before release.

He stares at the picture on the front cover. Damian Wayne looks triumphant with the criminal in police custody. Bruce Wayne is on one knee, facing away from the camera, a hand on his son's shoulders.

The criminal doesn’t look too out of sorts, so it looks like they’ve resolved the issue quietly.

Even so, Clark decides that Superman could make a quick stop in Gotham tonight.

He’s just crossed over the border when the familiar sound of a grappling hook catches his attention. Only because of his vision, and the fact that he’s been friends with Batman for years, can he spot the familiar silhouette in the shadows.

He lands silently and steps into the shadow so a random passerby won’t spot him. Batman doesn’t acknowledge him.

“How is he?” Superman asks.

For a moment, Batman doesn’t answer. Then he does something Super doesn’t expect, he sighs.

“Tired. It’s covered up by the adrenaline and the fact that he solved the case, but whatever happened made him tired.”

Clark would normally say, ‘at least he’s doing well,’ but he’s not Clark right now. Instead, he doesn’t say anything. Batman broods, but better he brood in company than alone right now.

They stand together in silence. Clark would have been content to stay by Bruce’s side, but Superman has to continue to watch the world around him. He takes a quick scan of the neighborhood, his vision failing miserably to look through Gotham’s walls. Darn lead is everywhere in this city. He extends his hearing, but he mostly gets the sound of the wind howling through the night and the creaking of old metal.

Sometimes, Superman thinks that the city is out to get him. However, it makes him more comfortable knowing he’s doing something.

Then there is a ‘thwip’ and Superman finds that his companion is leaving him behind. He follows slowly and as discreetly as possible, watching Batman move smoothly through Gotham. He’s admiring the sight of him when a sound catches his ear.

Someone’s crying.

Thankfully, Batman’s presence alone is enough to scare the group away, but whoever is crying continues to sob. Batman is silent and stays still, a protector for however long they want to cry.

Superman hesitates, but starts to fly away.

Bruce will feel better protecting someone than having someone try to comfort him.

-000-

Batman does not watch as Superman flies back into the sky. Instead his attention is focused on the young woman in front of him. She continues to cry and so he looks out in case anyone decides to take advantage of her emotional state.

He glances back at her. She’s dressed for a Gotham winter, but her clothes are new, bright, and eye catching. Her purse is name-brand and she has on jewelry. A tourist.

He almost sighs aloud when he spots the Wonder Woman jewelry and Superman patch on her jacket. He’s almost afraid to see if she has a Batman logo or any other hero symbols on her person.

After a moment, her sobs start to peter off into soft sniffling.

“I got lost,” she says, her voice still thick from tears.

Batman does not sigh even though he wants to.

Thankfully she doesn’t try to explain any further. She wipes her tears away and stands up shakily.

He doesn’t reply, instead moving forward through the alleys. The woman doesn’t need any prompting. She follows him silently and keeps pace. He leads her back onto the bigger streets. Batman molds himself into the shadows and calls a reputable taxi service to come in this direction.

It doesn’t take long before one starts coming down the street. Batman recognizes the license plate and the driver. He’s about to go away, when the woman calls back to. “Thanks for saving me.”

He doesn’t reply.

“Maybe I’ll get a Batman patch to match my other heroes,” she says, finally smiling for the first time he’s been with her.

He simply shoots his grapple gun and watches as the woman gets into the taxi.

-000-

The next evening he finds Wonder Woman waiting with a mug of coffee at the watchtower.

“That was a nice thing for you to do, Bruce.”

Batman does not look around this time, because he knows that no one is in the room with them.

“I don't know what you’re talking about,” he says. Then sits in the chair for monitoring duty. Wonder Woman places the mug in front of his hand and he grunts a thanks before taking a sip. She made it exactly how he likes it.

“Of course you don’t know anything about the Wayne Foundation making a sizable donation to my favorite women's charity” she says.

He takes another sip of coffee and switches through the channels, making sure to do his job instead of gossiping.

“And of course, you have nothing to do with the good media that comes with it. Of course that has nothing to do with Bruce Wayne making an announcement about backing the charity and wanting to open a branch in Gotham,” she says. Her voice is warm and she’s probably smiling and her eyes are most likely sparkling like their prone to do when she’s laughing on the inside, but Batman doesn’t turn to look at her to confirm this.

When Batman doesn’t reply, she places a soft kiss on the exposed skin of his cheek. However, after the kiss she doesn’t pull away. Instead she wraps her arms around him and presses her cheek against his and starts to laugh at him.

Batman does not grumble, nor does he pout. Instead he continues to do his job.

She laughs and laughs, but eventually does stop laughing to say: “Thank you for the wonderful present, Bruce.”

When she pulls away, he replies. “You’re welcome, Diana.”

-000-

There’s only a few days left until the Holiday Party at the Watchtower and Bruce does not have a gift for Clark yet. He's trawled over dozens of stores in dozens of cities, gone through hundreds of websites, and even looked through Clark’s apartment to look for a clue of what might be a good gift for him.

He’s thinking that he should just give him cash, but he hasn’t used up all his resources yet. He didn’t want to use this one, but he’s running out of options.

“Is there a reason that you’re ruining some of my dishes, Master Bruce?” Alfred asks.

Bruce does not roll his eyes, but that’s only because he’s staring intently at the water on the stove top. He’s waiting for the water to become a certain temperature, but he can’t let the water boil.

“Actually, I was waiting for you, Alfred,” he says.

Alfred, who was about to start tidying up the mess Bruce had made, stops.

“Why don’t you take a seat,” Bruce suggests.

He can feel Alfred’s gaze on him, but thankfully Alfred goes along with it. He’s probably curious enough to not let his instincts get the best of him. Just like Bruce planned, Alfred picks a stool at the island with the least amount of clutter in front of him.

Thankfully the water is done and Bruce turns the stove off. He takes the kettle off, pours the suggested amount of water into the teapot, then adds the tea leaves.

Bruce can tell that Alfred is itching to do it himself, so he finally tells him his problem:

“I don’t know what to get Clark for the Holiday Exchange.”

That gets Alfred’s attention. He’s finally staring at him and not paying attention to what’s in Bruce’s hands. Once he’s prepared the teapot, he marks the time.

“I’m assuming you’re trying to get a gift that will, ahem, show the extent of your friendship?”

“Yes,” Bruce says. He gets two sets of tea cups, with their saucers and spoons.

Alfred doesn’t answer, but Bruce can see the considering look he’s giving him. He makes sure that he has everything else prepared, the strainer, the sugarcubes, and the lemon slices.

“Why don’t you invite him over for Christmas?” Alfred says.

It’s not what he would have expected Alfred to suggest. Perhaps a physical object, or maybe even dinner, but inviting him over, that’s not something he would of have thought of.

“Alfred, all we do is sit in front of the television and take turns going on patrol. I don’t think that’s how Clark wants to enjoy his holiday. I know for a fact that’s he’s going back to Kansas to visit his mother,” Bruce replies.

“I know you and the kids sit in front of the telly for days. But perhaps that’s something Mister Kent could enjoy. He doesn’t have to worry about his secret identity, but he has plenty of people to keep him company, and if he leaves he doesn’t need to make any excuses to us,” Alfred explains patiently.

Bruce thinks it over and tries to find a way to refute the suggestion. There isn’t any exceptional reason not to invite Clark, especially if it’s after Christmas. And he agrees with all of Alfred’s points and the kids (as well as himself) would enjoy his company.

But is it an appropriate gift for the Holiday Exchange?

He mulls over this question as he pours the tea through the strainer into the tea cups.

“Sugar?” He asks Alfred.

“Ah, perhaps one.”

Bruce places one cube into the teacup, then stirs without allowing the spoon to hit the sides of the cup. Then he places the lemon slice on top. He puts the spoon back on the saucer in the position that he’s seen Alfred place it before. He places the tea in front of Alfred, then starts putting everything else away. He pours then drains his own cup quickly and excuses himself from the kitchen.

“Thanks, Alfred,” he says, but he’s already miles away, trying to think of how to invite Clark over and if the invitation is good enough as a gift.

-000-

Bruce doesn’t even notice the gaggle of people that are in his living room when he stalks past. He’s too deep in thought.

They stare as he goes away, presumably to the cave in order to stew in his thoughts.

As soon as he’s out of earshot, Damian hisses, “What’s wrong with him?”

Cassandra shakes her head while Dick sighs.

“He has been giving out a lot of gifts and none of them have been for Superman,” Tim adds.

“We know for sure that he got Superman in the Holiday Exchange, right?” Stephanie looks at everyone.

Dick steps up with an answer. “Yeah, I had both Diana and Zatanna on it to make sure they got each other’s names.”

“And they’ve received presents! From Bruce! Really spectacular presents that they both love!”

“It’s a coincidence,” Jason says.

“It’s a coincidence that he’s sending wonderful presents to all of his exes?” Damian hisses.

Stephanie is about to say something, but Cassandra stops her with a hand on her shoulder. Instead, she mumbles, “Geez, he’s been with those beauties.”

“Puh-lease, they deserve to get stuff for dealing with Bruce,” Jason says. Most of them agree, while Dick tries to elbow him. “The biggest problem is he’s giving gifts to the other capes, in full view of Supes.”

Dick sighs again, “Yeah, I heard from Diana that Clark’s getting a bit nervous because Bruce is giving people the ‘perfect gift.’”

“Has he found anything for Clark, yet?”

The kids share a glance, and in one look they know that he hasn’t.

“He’s been going to every store in Gotham,” Dick says.

“Not to mention, he looks online for hours for the perfect gift,” Tim adds.

“Which means what?” Damian looks around. “That while he’s looking for the perfect gift for Superman, he finds the perfect gift for everyone else?”

Everyone nods.

“I mean, even I got a gift,” Steph says, surprise coloring her voice. “He left it where I usually sneak into the manor.”

Damian snorts, “It’s not like it was a secret where you were sneaking in.”

They tussle briefly, but thankfully there's no blood.

Dick turns to Jason, “Did you get anything?”

Jason makes a face, “Yeah, he left it at one of my regular safehouses.”

“Everyone got something, even Titus and Ace!” Damian points to the dogs and their new beds. Somehow, Bruce had figured out two beds in which the dogs would not fight over.

“Not everyone has gotten a gift,” Tim says tentatively.

“Everyone’s gotten a gift, Hal, Barry, Vince, Billy, Kendra, Roy, hell, even Guy got a gift. So yeah, everyone’s gotten a gift.”

“Well-”

But before that sentence can be finished, Alfred walks into the living room. He has the most perplexed expression. He’s carry a tea cup on a saucer. The kids hold their breath, waiting for him to speak.

“Master Bruce, just made me the perfect cup of tea,” he says in way of explanation.

All the kids groan.

“Everybody’s gotten a gift,” Cassandra says solemnly, and everyone agrees.

“Everyone, but Clark.”

“I believe that Master Bruce will be inviting Mister Kent over for the holidays,” Alfred offers.

“Really?” Tim says skeptically. “All we do is eat food and watch reruns of Christmas movies so we don’t miss anything when we have to go on patrol or have to save Gotham.”

“Wait. That’s actually a good idea,” Dick says. “Clark is a hero like us and Alfred makes the best snacks.”

“And he’d probably like Bruce’s old fashioned choice in movies,” Jason adds.

“But that’s still not a gift,” Stephanie points out.

And it’s true, while Clark will appreciate the offer, it’s not exactly the romantic declaration they had hoped for.

“Maybe we’re going around this the wrong way. Maybe, instead of Bruce giving the perfect gift, we should have Clark get him the perfect gift,” Dick says.

“That could work. A good gift from Clark and forcing them in the same room with each other might be the key,” Jason agrees. Dick tries to ruffle his hair, happy that he agreed, and Jason fends it off.

“What’s a good gift for Bruce, that’s not something we’ve already got for him?”

“Wait, let’s go the other way around. What’s the one thing we all do for Bruce?”

They look at each other and say at the same time: “The Mark of Zorro.”

“It’s perfect. We have Clark buy tickets to that stupid movie we always watch with him.”

“Okay, then how do we go about this without arousing suspicion?” Damian asks.

Everyone slowly looks towards him.

-000-

Superman flies through the skies of Metropolis. He’s found that his presence can be a deterrent especially during the holidays when people may consider turning to crime. Then the hair behind his neck starts to rise. He’s being watched.

He looks down and sees some familiar figures waving at him. It’s Nightwing and Robin.

He flies to their roof. “Hey guys.”

“Hey, Big Blue,” Nightwing says. Robin nods his head at him.

Superman smiles. “Not that I’m not glad to see you, but what’s up?”

“Tch,” Robin pouts and crosses his hands, but doesn’t add anything else.

“Robin here has been getting a little too much attention from Batman,” Nightwing explains. Robin goes over to the ledge and does a very good impression of Batman looking over the city.

“Ah,” Superman says, totally understanding. “So you’re patrolling Metropolis?”

Nightwing nods. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” he says. Robin seems to hunker down, completing his Batman impression. It doesn’t look like he’s going to move from that spot anytime soon.

“Don’t worry, we’ll go back soon. We have to fulfill the annual Christmas tradition with B,” Nightwing mentions.

“Christmas tradition?” Superman asks, trying not to let the interest bleed through. He still hasn’t picked up anything for Bruce. Maybe his kids will be the key to getting him a present.

Nightwing shrugs, “Yeeeah. Every year we get together and go watch a movie at the small theater that he likes. Gets real grumpy when we don’t go. I asked a few of the Titans and some of the Teen Titans are going to help patrol Gotham while we all go. We’re thinking since it’s not Christmas, a baddie won’t interrupt us.”

Superman laughs, know how that goes. “Well, I hope it goes well.”

“Thanks,” Nightwing says with a grin.

Superman hears a scuff of a boot and sees Robin stalking back to them.

“There’s a robbery in process over there,” he points and it looks like he’s about to take a running start before Nightwing snags him.

“And that’s our cue to leave. We’ll leave this one to Superman,” Nightwing says as he pulls Robin into a headlock.

Superman smiles fondly and takes off to go stop the robbery.

Afterwards he can go buy the tickets.

-000-

Tickets bought, he feels infinitely better when he goes to visit Ma to get the pies for the party at the Watchtower.

When he gets inside he breathes in the scent of sugar and fruit.

He tries not to frown when he sees the flavors. Key lime, blueberry, strawberry rhubarb, but still no apple. Weird.

“Hi, sweetie,” Martha says. He bends down so she can give him a kiss. “Did you want a slice before you go?”

“Sure, Ma,” and goes to grab the utensils and glasses for the both of them.

Martha sets out two slices of- boston cream pie?

She catches him staring at the pie like it’s from Mxyzptlk.

“Oh, Clark. I’m just trying out some new recipes, you know that,” she says, before taking a bite.

Clark slowly takes his own bite. It’s not a bad pie, but it’s not a flavor that he’s known his mother to bake. Same with the lemon and the lime and the banana. She’s always been a fan of pies that have local ingredients.

“So, did you find a gift to give to your friend?” She asks.

“Yeah, I did actually. I got us tickets to a movie theater he likes to go to,” he replies, happy to finally be able to tell her.

“You’re finally asking him on a date? Oh Clark, I’m so happy for you.”

Clark startles.

“Ma! It’s not- it’s not a date. I just wanted to get him a good gift, that’s all.”

She wrinkles her nose at him. “Seems like an awful lot of trouble, for just a friend.”

His heart sinks and he sets his fork down. “It’s complicated. I can’t even remember when we decided it, but it’s not something that can happen.”

It’s a familiar conversation and he’s glad when she doesn’t continue it. However, he has to look away when she gives him a look of sympathy. “Oh, Clark.” She pats his hand before putting the pie away. “You can finish this tomorrow. Just have fun at your superhero party.”

“I will, Ma.”

-000-

Batman is digging into a slice of blueberry pie and trying to decide how to talk to Superman. He’s avoiding the rest of the League, no matter how many of them want to wish him a happy holiday, when he takes his first bite.

He takes a second bite.

He’s scowling at the pie when Superman approaches him.

“Hey, Batman, what did that pie ever do to you?” He asks, jokingly.

“This is your mother’s blueberry pie,” Batman states.

Superman is thrown for a moment. “Yes, it is. The other flavors are new ones, but this is one of her classics.”

“This is the same blueberry pie that you had bought last year,” Batman says.

“Oh, yeah. I did bring a blueberry pie last year, didn’t I?” Superman agrees.

But this year, Martha Kent didn’t pack any apple pie, her son’s favorite.

Interesting.

Batman takes out a evidence bag, bags the pie, and tosses his plate and fork out. Superman watches, bewildered.

“Happy Holidays, Superman,” Batman says. Then he stalks over to the zeta tubes and leaves.

-000-

On Christmas day, there are quite a few villains out and about. While Superman’s not happy to be working on a holiday, he’s glad to have something to distract him after yesterday’s party.

Clark ponders on Bruce’s behavior, but tries not to let it get him down. He didn’t even get the chance to give him the tickets, let alone talk to him. And what was wrong with his mom’s pie? Sure, it’s not apple, but her blueberry pies are just as delicious.

He’s looking forward to having Christmas dinner with his Ma, if only to be able to sort out his thoughts and plan out his next actions.

When he gets a break from crime, he flies to Kansas. He goes into the house and changes quickly into a Christmas sweater and some comfortable pants.

The smell of dinner is wafting through the house. Then he spots the spread. He’s glad that he’s brought a wine that Lois recommended, but he should been here to help. He places the wine down and goes over and kisses his mom on the cheek.

“Sorry I couldn’t help you cook, Ma.” His mother hands him the masher and goes about mashing the potatoes, the very last of the dishes.

“Oh, it was alright, Clark. I saw the news and today I had help. I’ll go change while you finish those potatoes and then we can start.”

Clark continues to mash the potatoes, almost forgetting to add the milk since he’s looking at his mom. Then he finishes them and places them in on of their nice serving dishes.

He stares at the spread again. Now that he’s taking another look there are differences that are standing out to him: the dishes are plated more neatly, the scalloped potatoes are exceptionally fine, and all the extra supplies and dishes have been put away. Even the kitchen looks cleaner than before. Now who would have been here to help?

His mother doesn’t mention it and he doesn’t ask. Instead Clark eats as much as he wants and makes sure to serve his mother. They chat about his job and about her book club. Clark makes sure to share the gossip and good deeds of his friends, both caped and not, and Martha makes sure that Clark is up to date on the farm and their neighbors.

Hours later, Clark is putting aside the dishes so that they can make way for desert. He'll put away and do the dishes later. When the table is clear, his mother pulls out a pie from the oven. Clark smiles. He’ll never get tired of his Ma’s pie.

Then Martha cuts into it and places a perfect slice in front of him.

It’s apple.

“Ma…” And he trails off, because she hasn’t been making apple pie for weeks.

“Ta-da!” She says with a bright smile on her face, and goes to serve herself a piece. Clark gets out the forks and the glasses of milk as is normal.

When his mom is seated and is digging into the pie in front of her, he finally takes a bite. It’s a perfect apple pie and he grins and slowly chews to savor the taste.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen that face,” she says. “I should have asked for your help before, but well, it’s fixed now.”

“Was something broken, Ma?” Clark asks.

“A while back I couldn’t figure out why my pies weren’t coming out right. They were a little different. I tried to fix the ingredients, the oven, but I couldn’t figure it out. I just didn’t know what to do. I knew some people wouldn’t be able to tell, but I could. I didn’t want anyone to notice ‘till I fixed it.”

“So, you made different flavored pies,” Clark fills in.

“That’s right. But this afternoon? A bus broke down near the house and suddenly there were a handful of kids and a handsome man with a wonderful accent come to my door to help with dinner. And when they all left? I found a note saying that the KitchenAid was fixed and that I could finally make apple pies,” Martha finishes, her eyes sparkling.

Then she stands up. “But I’m sure this note is for you, Clark.”

Clark takes the paper. It’s unremarkable and small and has his name written on it. He flips it to the other side.

Happy Holiday Exchange

Is all that’s written, but Clark can recognize that handwriting anywhere. He didn’t even try to disguise his handwriting. Hell, the ink is smudged and there’s part of a fingerprint on the note. He brushes his fingers against that print.

His mother huffs and he looks up at her. “Just a friend,” she says, shaking her head.

Clark can feel his cheeks getting warm.

“Ma? Do you mind if I-”

“Go to him, Clark. And bring the rest of this pie over, will you?” She pushes the boxed pie for him to carry. She must have wrapped it when he was looking over the note.

“Thanks, Ma,” and he leaves in a gust of wind, but not before cleaning everything and giving his mother another kiss.

-000-

He makes it to Gotham in record time and starts to listen for Bruce. Not surprisingly, he’s brooding. His whole body is still and his breast silent, but Clark can still hear the sound of his heartbeat. Luckily it’s coming from the manor.

A moment later he spots Bruce on the balcony, staring out into the forest behind Wayne Manor. He’s in a short sleeved shirt which shows off his scars, but the cold doesn’t seem to bother him, even though he must be cold when it’s snowing.

Not a second later, Bruce looks up and sees him.

“Clark,” Bruce whispers, but Clark can hear him loud and clear.

Clark lands gently next to him. Bruce watches him curiously, but still silent, even as Clark places the pie on the handrail.

“I got your gift,” Clark says with a grin.

Bruce looks at the pie. “Apple, your favorite.”

“My favorite,” Clark nods. “How did you figure it out?”

“The blueberry pie from the party. I had a slice last year, but the two were different even though you said the recipe hadn’t changed.”

“And the kids? And the- handsome man with the accent?” Clark says with a face, finally registering his mom’s words.

Bruce smirks. “The kids found out and wanted in on the plan. They called some others to help patrol Gotham while we were away. Then Alfred took them in to distract your mother while I fixed what was wrong with the Kitchenaid.”

Clark shakes his head. “You’ve certainly earned the title of World’s Greatest Detective.”

“Maybe,” Bruce agrees. Then he falls silent and looks away.

Clark stares at him, unabashed. He gently brushes the snow away that’s accumulated in his hair and on his shoulders and takes a step closer.

Bruce turns back to look at him. “Clark?”

It’s not like him to take such liberties.

Clark takes a shaky breath before speaking. “I had bought us tickets to go see The Mark of Zorro. I was expecting us to go as friends, like always, but now I’m wondering why I can’t ask you on a date.”

Bruce's eyes widen, before narrowing. “There are thousands of reasons why we shouldn’t go out,” he says, gruffly.

“Tell me them,” Clark says in reply.

“What about Lois?”

“What about Diana? We never know until we try, Bruce.”

“We’ll have to keep it a secret.”

“All secrets get out eventually; among the League, among our friends and family. Tell me this is something you think you can hide from Alfred.”

“You don’t want to attach yourself to the members of this family, Clark. I don’t even know how many kids live in this house anymore.”

“This isn’t a house, it’s a mansion, Bruce. And it fits however many kids that you want. And you know I love some of those kids and I would love to get to know all of them. Try again, Bruce.”

Bruce closes his eyes. “I’ll be your weakness, Clark. I’ll be Superman’s weakness.”

Ah. Finally, a reason for why Bruce has been distant all of these years.

“You've always been my weakness, Bruce.” Clark admits. Bruce’s eyes fly open. “For as long as I've loved you, you’ve been my weakness, my strength, my heart, my everything.”

Bruce snorts. “You sap. Just because it’s Christmas doesn’t mean you get to say something like that.”

“Maybe I said it so you’d laugh,” Clark says with a smile.

He takes another step closer.

“Tell me another reason why we shouldn’t be together, Bruce,” Clark whispers.

There are more. Hundreds of reasons why they shouldn’t be together, but most of them are too personal to admit.

But before Bruce is forced to either lie or choke out another reason, Clark grabs his hand.

“It’s okay. We have time.”

He hesitates. Bruce doesn’t know what to do now that he finally has something he wants, literally in his grasp. He nods.

Clark smiles again and Bruce almost looks away.

Clark laces their fingers together and picks up the pie with his other hand.

“Now come on, I want to enjoy this pie with everyone.”

They’re about to leave the balcony, when Bruce says, “Tomorrow.”

Clark pauses.

“Tomorrow, let’s fly your mother here,” Bruce decides.

“That’s a great idea, Bruce,” Clark agrees.

Tomorrow can be a new start for everyone.

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