𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘 [√]

Bat Daddy (Superbat)...(Part Three)

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Clark yawned and sat up in bed, he had the weirdest dream about Batman putting him to bed. He slowly climbed out of bed, heading out of the room, missing the gloves and cape still on the table. He used the bathroom and made his way downstairs; halfway down, he heard shuffling coming from the kitchen and paused. It was a dream, wasn't it? he thought to himself as he continued down the stairs. He entered the kitchen and stared in front of him was a shirtless Batman stirring a pot on the stove. Clark blinked, thinking he was just hallucinating, but surely enough, the Crusader was still there when he opened his eyes.

"You know, staring at me isn't going to get you or me the answers we want?" Batman said without turning around. Clark slowly moved further into the kitchen and looked over Batman's shoulder. It looked like he was stirring the sauce. "What are you making?" He asked, stepping back. Batman lowered the flame under the pot and turned to face him. "I'm making pasta. You were talking about it in your sleep, so I thought, why not?" Bruce replied. Clark blushed at the statement. He had been craving pasta for days but didn't know how to make it and didn't want to leave the house to get ingredients he didn't have.

Batman led him to the dining table, pulled out a chair, and waited for him to sit before taking a seat. They sat in tense silence before Batman looked up at him. "Can I know why you have been avoiding my calls?" he asked. Clark looked away, and his hand dropped subconsciously to his stomach, Bruce's eyes following the movement. "Does this have anything to do with the weight you gained?" Bruce asked tentatively.

Clark looked at Batman then at his stomach and back again. "How come I don't know your name? or your face? or anything about you?" Clark asked, trying to change the subject. Bruce stared at him, he opened and closed his mouth a few times before sighing. A timer went off and Batman jumped up and rushed into the kitchen. A heavenly smell flowed into the dining room and Batman came out carrying two plates of pasta, he placed them on the table before going back and getting a bottle of wine.

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He poured himself a glass before, taking Clark's glass, but the other man stopped him. "No thanks, I'll just have water," He said, attempting to stand. Bruce placed a hand on his shoulder and stopped him from going into the kitchen. He came back with a glass of water and placed it before Clark.

Bruce waited for Clark to start eating before he picked up his own fork and started eating. Clark moaned from the other side of the table. "Oh, this is good. I didn't know you could cook like this," he said, shoveling more food into his mouth. Bruce smiled at him before continuing to eat. "I don't cook for many," Bruce said. They ate in silence, glancing at each other every now and then.

"I was trying to protect you," Bruce said after he placed the dishes in the washer and led Clark to the living room. Clark stared at him incredulously.

"Protect me?" He asked. Batman nodded.

"Protect me from what?" Clark asked, inspecting the cape crusader.

"Protect you from...Me," Batman said, and Clark was beyond shocked.

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Word count: 563

Re-published: May 4, 2024, 3:15 am

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