To tame a Demon (english)

Chapter 10: The early bird catches the worm

Clark awoke as he felt a familiar warm sensation on his face. The first rays of sunlight tickled his skin and the Kryptonian could feel new energy flowing through his body. Still half asleep, he sat up and scratched the back of his neck lightly before opening his eyes and being startled. This was not his bed and not his home. Now wide awake from the surprise, the Kryptonian looked around in confusion.

He was sitting in a large king size bed made of wood with heavy green curtains tied together at the posts of the furniture. The tall window, which made up a huge part of the wall to his right, illuminated the entire room, allowing a closer look at things further away.

Nobly worked chests of drawers, heavy Persian carpets and expensive-looking objects. So that cleared up the initial confusion, as only one person maintained this style.

So he was at Bruces place. But why?

Slowly, the events of last night found their way back into his head and cleared up this confusion right away.

Clark forced himself to calm down as he realized again that both Damian and Jonathan had been present at that incident. Although the Kryptonian still remembered that he had told both boys to take care of the scientists and to stay away from the actual fighting, he did not know what happen after his blackout.

And that worried Superman. Despite that it was clear to him that Bruce must had taken care of the rest.

The large precious wood bed creaked a little as Clark's feet hit the dark laminate floor and the man stood up. Clad only in a pair of boxers, he looked around searching for a moment and finally found a pair of pants provided by Bruce as well as a T-shirt on a chair in the opposite corner of the spacious room.

In a hurry he closed the distance between himself and the small piece of furniture and also immediately put on the blue shirt, when suddenly a bright grumbling sounded behind him. Clark's heart sank at the sight of his son sleeping on a mattress on the floor next to the big bed. The blanket tangled between his legs, drooling all over pillow and seemingly without injury.

The burly man chuckled at this sight. It was just typical Jonathan and everything his restless mind just had needed.

Quietly and with a warm smile on his face, Clark took the few steps to his son and without waking Jon, freed the boy's legs from the soft sheet.

Carefully, the father covered his child and lovingly stroked his black hair once more before the Kryptonian pulled on the pants and tiptoed out of the room to seek out Bruce.

A few corridors futher, down the stairs and a secret door behind a large clock later, Clark also arrived at the Batcave, where Bruce was already busy typing on his computer.

The Kryptonian knew this workaholic would be hanging around here. He simply could not let the work rest.

But something surprised him.

A woman with short black hair, coffee in hand, was leaning against the large computer next to the bat and seemed to be having a casual conversation with him. She looked somehow familiar to Clark, but he could not place her. Still, he was surprised that the oh-so aloof Bruce Wayne would confide his secret to someone on the outside. He must have had his reasons.

The Kryptonian was descending the last steps of the metal staircase when Bruce noticed his presence. The billionaire rose from his heavy chair to greet his longtime friend with a slight smirk:

"I see you are well again. And just in time for sunrise."

Clark returned the gesture: "I guess I have to thank you for that then, huh?"