𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

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𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 teased, pointing out how you were staring at him. Earning a strange look from Bruce. Your eyes widened from the sudden attention and your cheeks reddened, "N-No I wasn't! I was just thinking about somethin-" "Yeah, you were thinking about me. But sorry sweetheart, not really ready to start dating again right now." Clark dramatically exclaimed, now somehow in front of you.

I am really starting to not like you today Clark..

While Clark was busy teasing you, and you were busy getting teased, Bruce was carefully stacking small cut up sandwiches on a plate. He wasn't really bothered by the situation seeing as Clark is his friend, and he was fairly sure that you already learned your lesson when it came to flirting with another man. "Clark get your dumb ass away from her and get back to making that fruit bowl before I personall-"

"Can you two quit bickering for 2 seconds? It's annoying. And Clark? Do tell me why you are so close to my face?" Clark's eyes widened slightly before he quickly backed away, "Sorry about that one, didn't mean to get all up and close with ya lassis" and that right there put the icing on the damn cake.

Now you were almost 100% sure Clark was on some type of drugs. But his breath didn't smell of any type of alcohol. His eyes were strangely a bit red though..

Clark moved away from you and walked over to the sink where he began cleaning off what looked to be cherries and grapes. Maybe even some plums.

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you watched as Clark did his own little dancey dance while whistling an unfamiliar tune. Your gaze soon shifted to Bruce who was already staring at you, but he quickly looked away when the two of you locked eyes. "Bruce come here please. Right now"

"Why?"

"Just hurry up and come here."

Despite him being confused as hell, he still went over to you and stood between your legs. "Yes, my love?"

You caressed his cheek, softly bringing your face and his face closer. Bruce thought the two of you were about to kiss. But he was very mistaken. "Why is Clark being so weird?" Without even looking behind him at Clark.

Bruce already knew what you were talking about and sighed. "He somehow had gotten into some edibles and before I could talk some sense into him, well, he had already eaten half of the damn gummies."

"So he's high?" You whisper-yelled, secretly stealing glances at Clark who was now staring off into space while being perfectly still. All of the pieces were gradually coming together and it honestly made you laugh.

Bruce shamefully nodded, he himself was trying to hold back his own laugh. "He is as high as an damn kite. I can't even find the pack of edibles that he had so I really don't know how long he'll be like that" Bruce motioned over to Clark, and for some reason, Clark was talking to a character on a box of cookies.

While eating from the box.

"Is that why he isn't at home right now? He doesn't want his wife and kid to see him like that?"

The whole situation was kinda confusing to you, the only thing that you really understood was that Clark was very much high out of his fucking mind and unable to even think properly. He probably didn't even know his own name.

Bruce nodded, glancing over at Clark every now and then to make sure he wasn't doing anything dangerous. "No, he wanted to go home. But I refuse to let his family see him like that. Especially because Lois is already on his ass about the dumb things he is always doing, if he went home like this then she'd for sure leave him. And may even take his kids with her."

Bruce mumbled as he stuffed his face into the crook of your neck with his arms wrapped around your waist. It wasn't abnormal that Bruce put himself in such a position like that, he often loves to wrap his arms around you. As if it was the last time he would ever be able to touch you.

Weird? Maybe.

But he definitely just has some type abandonment issues, maybe even worse. But who wouldn't have such a thing when you watch your parent's die? If you were in the same situation you would have definitely had an disorder too. It would be hard not to have one after experiencing something like that.

"Bruce! Y/n! I-I found a bug!" Both yours and Bruce's attention was soon on Clark, but instead of a bug in his hand, it was nothing but a glass-shaped ladybug that was used to store sugar and spices in if needed. By the freaked out look on Clark's face you knew he was being dead serious about his small fear of the glass.

"Clark it is a fake bug. It can't and won't harm you at all. Fucking idiot.." despite Bruce mumbling the last part, you heard it loud and clear.

Slowly, but cautiously, Clark put the glass down. His gaze soon shifted back to you and Bruce and he weakly smiled, "That bug was definitely going to bite me if y'all didn't stop it's magic powers. But that has me thinking.. are you two about to do the nasty?" Bruce groaned and turned to face Clark, who had an childishly disgusted expression on his face. "Yes Clark, we were about to do 'the nasty'. But sadly, there is a child here that won't allow us to do so."

Clark gasped, now seemingly completely invested into the conversation. "Where is the kid? I could watch the child if you want me to" You tried your hardest to stifle a laugh at Clark's obliviousness by covering your mouth with your hand, but in the end, you failed miserably and Clark most definitely heard it.

He looked at you with an arched brow, his slightly reddened eyes narrowing in response. A frown was evident on his face and he was just completely clueless.

"The fucking child is you Clark."

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