Mimic

Super-Hearing

I winced. "Dick," I said carefully, "Maybe you should go back to bed."

"That's crazy," he rolled his eyes. Currently, the Boy Wonder was sliding down the banister of the grand stairwell.

"You're gonna kill yourself," I said. Then Bruce'll kill me, I thought to myself. "And even if you don't, you'll get in trouble with Bruce."

"Stay whelmed," Dick told me, "Bruce is out, and Alfie is in the cave."

Dick climbed back up the stairs and began to slide down again.

"But Bruce is due back any moment."

Dick trekked back up the staircase. For about the fifth time, he began to ride down. However, as he was halfway down the banister, the front door started to open. Everything began to go in slow motion. As he finally got to the bottom of the banister, Dick noticed the opening door. He was so shocked by it that when he ran out of banister to ride on, he totally massacred his landing and basically face-planted onto the polished floors. Bruce's surprised expression would've been almost comical if I wasn't completely overwhelmed with fear at that point. He opened his mouth to say something, yet was beat to it by a new face that came in the door behind the millionaire.

"Are you okay?" the man asked, rushing to the Boy Wonder. Dick looked up at the man and laughed a bit, managing a smile.

"I'm fine," Dick said, then took the man's hand and got off the floor, "Thanks Uncle Clark."

"Dick," Bruce said in that stern voice of his, "You're supposed to be in bed."

"Gee thanks mom," Dick rolled his eyes with a smirk. The man, 'Uncle Clark' stifled a laugh and earned himself a glare from Bruce and a grin from Dick.

"And I thought you would keep him out of trouble," Bruce sighed and looked at me. My throat constricted.

"Oh come on Bruce, weren't you like them when you were a kid?" Clark said light-heartedly, saving me.

"No."

"Oh, yeah," Clark mumbled, "Sorry."

"Anyway," Dick changed the subject, "Bruce didn't say you were coming, Clark."

"I'm just here for coffee," Clark said, then looked at me, "But I don't believe we've met."

I quickly made my way down the stairs and stuck my hand out for him to shake, "Julia."

"Clark Kent," he shook my hand with a surprisingly strong grip. Oddly enough, I felt a familiar sensation. A feeling I only got when I mimicked powers.

How could I have been so blind?

His dark hair. Blue eyes that were covered with glasses. Large build.

It was so obvious.

"Superman," I blurted out.

"I believe you have me confused with the Blue Boy Scout," Clark glanced at Bruce and chuckled slightly as if to say 'Can you believe this kid?'

"Don't worry, Clark," Dick said bumping slightly into the larger man's shoulder, "Julia's also a superhero."

"Mimic," Bruce said in response to Clark's confused expression.

"Of course," Clark said after a moment, smiling a bit to himself, "But how did you know it was me?"

"Maybe it's because your disguise consists of glasses," Bruce muttered under his breath to Dick, who laughed loudly.

"Actually, it was because I unintentionally mimicked your powers," I explained. Clark nodded thoughtfully.

"Well, Clark and I better have that coffee," Bruce said, signalling the end of the conversation. He briskly turned away and began walking towards the kitchen. "Go to bed, Dick," he called behind his shoulder.