The Red String

Baking and Bonding

(Pretend the one at the Image is Adam on the Robin suit, you will understand why later

 -Adam11 :3)

*Wayne Mansion/Kitchen*

*Actual time: Night time*

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Narrator's POV:

The Buttler and the Hybrid kid went into the kitchen, the younger one flew around carefully looking at everything feeling really excited to get to know the house or well- the outside at all, Alfred smiled seeing Adam so excited and happy, he goes to a shelve and starts taking out the things they need to bake some cookies and pie, he thinks about doing a big pie since at the house there was right now: Jason, Bruce, Clark, Adam, and probably in a few moments Dick would arrive from his patrol at the South so he needed to be counted too, Adam went to the top shelve of the kitchen and then takes some flour, sugar, eggs, apple, etc. He flies down and lands next to Alfred as the Buttler was getting ready the oven and some other utensils.

"So...what are we going to...ahh prepare?" 
-Adam said a bit unsure of where to start or even how to

"It is 'bake' young Adam, we are going to bake some apple pies for the others and of course, for us, and if you allow me I would like to teach you the basics and maybe on how to cook if that is fine" 
-Alfred said as he started to make the mass for the pie and looked over Adam 

Adam smiles and nods, he first thinks it might be difficult but then sighs as he goes to get the apples, Alfred stops to massage the mass and then slowly starts trying to explain to the hybrid child how to cut the apples in the proper way, Adam surprisingly got the hang of it and started to cut carefully the apples and to help Alfred to make the topping of the pie with some nuts and sugar.

"Wow this is so cool! and it tastes so good too- I don't like sweet things but this is definitely my favourite pie!"

"Young Adam...you haven't tried another pie yet, right?"

"That doesn't matter Alfred! I love your pie and no other will ever be as good as yours!"

Alfred smiled sweetly at the child and starts to think that he had an attitude similar to  Superman's...and he found it really nice, in physic, he was really similar to Bruce, the eyes, the colour of the skin, the hair, well of the height no- he was probably taller than Bruce at that age as well as how he looks, Adam might be 17 but he looked a lot like if he was 14, They think that might be the Kryptonian genetic on play

They put the 2 pies in the oven when they finish decorating them and then they sat in the living room over the couch to wait for it to be ready

--Meanwhile on the Batcave--

Superman's POV:

"Our son"

I heard Batman say that clearly- I can say it's the clearest I have heard a simple sentence, oh god... HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!, why I never noticed? I mean I always went through that building that exploited it was at the border of Metropolis and Gotham and I just went over it also when heading to Kansas-

"Clark, stop bothering your mind with this and let's talk"

"Bruce- Bruce I don't know what- no...I don't know HOW this was done!"

"Talk lower...he might have super hearing too..."

"Right sorry...I'm just in shock-"

I start to think, trying to find the culprit of this but then I started to think- that poor child would not have a normal family or life... Bruce and I aren't together and even tho I feel something for the dark knight I wouldn't be crazy to tell him, it would end up breaking the friendship I had hardly built between us...but then maybe this could be my opportunity to get to know Bruce better! I have to think in a positive way about this! I have a kid and he is so precious and well behaved just like any parent would like!

"Clark...We are both confused but we need to discuss something about him..."

"I think I know what but...mind giving me a hint?"

"We need to see with who of us he is going to stay, if we will register him and where and most importantly...how are we going to tell the others? only Alfred, you and I know about this"

"Well...I think we should really register him...and well...maybe we can take turns to take care of him! he can stay here the days I work at the Daily Planet and the rest he can be with me and I can teach him how to use his powers properly, after all, he is starting to fly now"

"...I think...maybe he should stay with me, after all, I can provide him more and maybe interacting with...the others and be around Alfred could work for him to be at least in training too with the villains of this city"

"Are you crazy?! the villains would have no mercy with him! he doesn't even know how to be a superhero! he needs to be a child, he needs to at least have a normal life without crime! Maybe I'm just a boring reporter but my lifestyle and the city of Metropolis are a safe place-"

"He isn't a child anymore...I discovered these last days he is repressing memories...he needs a rough environment to let them out, I already made an attempt and it was successful"

"Bruce he is only 17! Please be reasonable!-"

"No, you have to be, please just give me this opportunity..."

"-...."

"Clark"

"If something happens to him...!-"

"I know, it won't happen...I promise"

"Oh we are going to regret this...but...please I want him to be with me too- maybe some days? weekends at least?-"

"...deal"

Narrator's POV:

The two share a moment of silence after the word "deal" was spoken by Bruce...this felt awkward since both wanted different things and to teach different things too, Bruce wanted to just keep this new child under control and to keep an eye on the developing, after all this hybrid was something that could come in plan of any strange or underground organization...just Batman being...Batman 

But Clark? Oh Clark...he wanted to take this kid to school, he wanted to bring him to his parents place so they could see they have a grandkid, he wanted to show him everything he learned and to try to be a caring parent, after all, it was kind of the paternal feeling everyone had at a point and now Clark was enthusiastic on learning how to be a father and give this kid a proper childhood after only god knows what he went through...

And when the thoughts of both were only silent a sound was heard and both looked over only to see someone running and then getting away, someone with a red helmet...

Red Hood

He heard

HE KNOWS-

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