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stan martha kent 2021

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𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 (𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆): bruce x clark (i'm pretty sure their ship name is superbat but honestly i'm not positive about that and i'm far too lazy to go double check)

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁:

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Bruce, Clark, and their families go visit Clark's mother in Smallville. (imma be honest, i don't know a lot about the superfam so only like- two members will be included and i can guarantee they will be out of character lol. i'm sorry-)

𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴:

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"Is this truly necessary, Father?"

Bruce sighed, glancing over at Clark with his classic 'why did I have children?' look. "Yes, Damian. Clark and I are married now, which makes Martha your grandmother. You have to spend time with her."

Jon elbowed the youngest Wayne, "Relax, Dami. It'll be fun." He, however, promptly regretted the elbowing part when he received a sharp look from Dick, basically saying if you touch him again, you won't live to see sunset.

"It's not like we've had a lot of experience with old people," Jason growled from the very back of the van. "Demon's grandpa rose me from the dead, Dickhead's are either dead or in a far away country, I honestly have no idea where or who Replacement's are, and I feel like Cass was just grown from the ground so, yeah, no grandparents really required there."

Cass shot the undead boy a pointed look.

"C'mon, guys," Dick started light-heartedly, "we have Alfred. He's like our grandpa."

"Yeah," Tim scoffed, "if grandpas went around calling us sir and master."

Clark leaned over to his husband, "Are they gonna be like this the whole time?"

Bruce almost laughed and met Clark's gaze, "Do you know them?"

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"Here we are," Bruce slowed to a stop in front of a large farmhouse. It looked old and rustic, like something right out of a movie.

Clark took a deep breath before turning back to try and find his own biological sons in the mess of children in the backseats. He looked past Jason getting ready to prank two of his sleeping brothers, Cass silently vibing to something playing in her AirPods, and Tim popping some pills. He finally located Jon and Conner watching shit go down from the very back. He gave them a reassuring look that really wasn't necessary because they both seemed pretty entertained by the whole thing.

Bruce, watching Clark's eyes, turned back to see what he was looking at. Letting out a loud, Dad sigh, he called out, "Jason, get that feather away from Dick's face; Cass, turn your music your music down please; and, Tim, I- I don't even know. Just keep the pills to a minimum in front of Martha."

After receiving a thumbs up from Clark, Bruce nodded to himself and turned back to his soldiers (or children—whichever description you prefer), "Alright, someone— besides Jason— wake up Damian and Dick, get your bags, and remain silent until I tell you to speak. Once we get inside, line up in age order to make it easier for Martha to remember you all. And, please, no one cuss. Martha still hasn't forgiven me for that one slip at the engagement party."

Tim raised his hand.

"Yes, Tim?" Bruce asked with a tired sigh.

"Is Ms. Kent a Republican and/or Trump supporter?"