A Kryptonian's Fixation

Clark: A Father's Day

For an entire month after leaving the Justice League, I spent time learning about my Kryptonian heritage. With everything going against me, I had to know more about it. It would become my safety net so to speak.

My father had planned many things for me, learning Kryptonian and its advance sciences was surprisingly the easiest part, barely took half a day. The next parts were martial arts training.

"For your protection and so you may be capable of protecting others." His hologram said when I questioned him.

Most of the moves were similar to what I was already learning from Bruce, so it took me one and half weeks to at least get have a grasp on the techniques. There were other things similar to all that, but the one thing that I was far more interested in was how to keep the Martian out of my head.

Fighting him would be difficult, especially if he could read my mind to figure out what I was thinking or what I had done. Turns out, some Kryptonians had fought different alien species of mind-readers. They had a few tips and tricks that were interesting. Yes, J'onn was a Martian and not whatever Kryptonians had fought, but it would at least be a defense.

After that long week of training, I went back to work. Crimes, at least super crimes, had been on the low with "Superman" keeping the streets clean. Obviously, it was J'onn. I should be thankful for that, with him dealing with them, I can focus on my Bruce.

"Clark, where have you been?" Lois reached out to me, placing the back of her hand onto my forehead.

"I'm fine. Just been doing family research."

Her face scrunched up in confusion before it fell into a form of excitement.

"Has any new scandal about Bruce come up while I was gone?" I started before she could ask her millions of questions.

Her expression shifted to one of calm amusement.

"None. Though there was a story about Batman taking Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn out of jail. No one knows where they are."

I tuned the rest of her out, thinking about why Bruce would need those two criminals. The only response I could come up with was for me. He must believe that my single encounter with Ivy had done something to me.

After a while, she let me do the work that I needed to do. I used my superspeed whenever I could, trying to just get all of this done. I would like to have time to see Dick at school. As much as Bruce's emotions to me were a mystery, Dick's were clear.

"In a rush somewhere, Kent?" Mr. White growled, narrowing his eyes.

"Yeah, just wanting to get some food. You should have the reviews in your email box."

I left when he turned his back, slipping to the roof and flying off to Gotham. I landed near the private school, easily slipping into the front office.

The man sitting there gave me a look. I didn't like it. I wanted to burn him.

"I'm here to see Richard Greyson-Wayne."

The man's face twisted in disgust, his eyes looking me up and down.

"Name?" He sighed heavily.

"Clark Kent."

That sneer grew, but he typed it in. Then he paused, his heartbeat speeding up. He swallowed thickly, looking to me with wide eyes.

"I-I'll call him in, Mr. Kent..."

I raised an eyebrow but nodded. He did as he said and told me to wait for a few minutes. I sat down and looked around. It was so prim and proper looking, but with clear gothic influences.

"Papa!"

I had enough time to open my arms and grab the small boy. His face was bright with a large smile and his eyes glimmering like stars. I laughed a little, picking him up and settling him on my hip.

"Hey, bud. Feeling up for a lunch out?"

He quickly nodded, bouncing a little in my arms. I laughed, patting his back.

"Alright, alright. We'll be back before the end of lunch."

With that, I signed him out and left. I looked around a little before holding him a little tighter.

"We're going to take a faster way."

The boy gave me a confused look that changed to excitement as I shot us into the sky. I made sure to keep him safe as I flew about.

He laughed loudly, closing his eyes likely to deal with the fast wind. Soon, I landed us near my favorite cafe. He squirmed in my arms, so I set him back down. He fixed his hair the best he could, his smile never leaving.

"Did Dad finally tell you? Is that why you haven't been around? Why Dad always looks so sad?" His voice was whispered and a bit out of breath, but he looked happy, clinging to my hand.

I knelt down to him, ruffling his hair, causing him to pout.

"Yeah, your Dad finally told me. I just needed some time away to think about it. I know how Bruce could get, and I wanted to sort through my thoughts about it."

Dick's face fell a little, his tiny grip on me tightening.

"But he does like you! He likes you a lot! I've never seen him so happy before! When you stopped calling and coming by, he looked upset... Always working without me..." He looked to his shoes, a pout on his lips.

I felt my lips twitch in a slight smile but I wiped it away.

"How about I come by this weekend? As a surprise and take you two to the Fortress. Does that sound fun?"

He shyly looked up to me before nodding eagerly. With that, we had lunch with him rambling on about his month. He's a smart boy, I'll make sure to teach him all about Kryptonian sciences and arts. I'm sure he would love that. For Bruce, I would need a little more time~.