Clark and Bruce made their way downstairs, an unspoken conversation in every nervous flick of Clark's eyes, and every reassuring smile from Bruce. They enter the dining room where Alfred had hastily assembled the boys.
Bruce sets his hand on Clark's stomach, opened his mouth, and heard gasps. Surprised he stopped. That was fast. They figured it out without him saying anything.
Clark took over, hand on Bruce's hip to reassure him. "Any questions?"
Connor manages a very weak, "What the hell?" And they all turn to see him anxiously holding his own stomach. Clark looks away, feeling guilty that Connor was having this weird information about his own anatomy sprung on him. "Yeah.. I'm uh sorry, I don't know what our organ situation is."
Alfred sways, a look of shock on his face. He sits down, stunned. And as he smiles, tears start streaming down his cheeks. He was so worried he'd never see Bruce get this kind of moment. All of his other children had come from or into bad situations. Engaged, having a child, smiling. Alfred buried his face in his handkerchief, acknowledging Bruce as he sat beside him with a one-armed hug.
Damien has produced a notebook and is writing away, intent on whatever he was writing as he steps toward Bruce. "Fathers? May I visit the Fortress of Solitude? I should prepare all of the anatomical and reproductive information for the birth, yes?"
Bruce smiles, proud of Damien for his quick responsible thinking. Checking for a nod from Clark he replies, "Of course, do you need the Batwing or can Raven handle taking you?" Picturing Damien being carried by Raven as she flew, Clark smothered a laugh. Damien indicates the former, receiving the Batwing keys.
Alfred Joins Tim, Connor, and Dick around Clark, staring at his stomach and discussing baby names. Clark interjects, "How do you guys think we should hyphenate last names?"
"Wayne-Kent?" Ponders Tim.
"Kent-Wayne?" Connor queries back.
"Kwayne? Went?" muttered Dick, smoothing the names together while he focused on a note he was quickly typing on his phone. The others turned to him, dumbfounded momentarily while Jason loudly facepalm behind him.
Face Reddening, Dick slaps a hand over his mouth, smothering his laughing. Jason rolled his eyes, looping an arm around Dicks shoulders. "At least he's pretty, right?"
Dick replies with a playful punch to Jason's side, wiping tears of laughter from his face. "Dibs on godfathers!"
Bruce looks worried at the prospect of those two with a super baby to handle, and its comical enough to make Alfred stop crying, chuckling instead as he dries his tears.
"I was thinking Wayne-Kent." Clark says, a hand idly rubbing his stomach. "And maybe Jonathan for my dad." Bruce smiles, looking toward a picture of his parents on the wall. "Jonathan Thomas Wayne-Kent maybe?"
"That sounds perfect."
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The Next Step (Superbat, Fly With Me sequel)
FanfictionBruce and Clark are engaged and looking to take the next steps in their relationship. From Clark moving in officially, to their wedding and maybe- just maybe a new addition to their family. I don't own the art or characters.
