"Bruce!" The voice called from rooms away. Bruce recognized it immediately, of course, and woke up with a start.
Something was wrong with Dick.
He hops out of bed, admittedly faster than he had in a while, and rushes to his door.
"Dick, what's wrong?" He calls. The boy runs around the corner. He didn't look hurt, so what was it?
"Bruce, can Wally come over? It's summer vacation and I've barely done anything!"
Bruce, relieved yet annoyed, speaks. "Dick, I thought you were in trouble! Don't yell my name like that again!" He scolds the boy. "Besides, you're still grounded."
Dick lets out a groan. "But Bruuuuuuce. I'm a kid! I can't be grounded during summer vacation!"
Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Then maybe you shouldn't have made such a mess." He sighs.
"It was an accident!" Dick is quick to retaliate.
"An accident that you shouldn't have left completely for Alfred. I told you to help clean."
Dick mumbles something under his breath. "I had stuff to do." He repeats quietly.
"Then you can do 'stuff' in your room. Go." Bruce points a finger toward the stairs. Dick sighs and walks off moping.
Bruce heads back to his own bedroom, where he finds Clark still sleeping. How he managed to sleep through Dick yelling at the top of his lungs, Bruce did not know.
He slips back into bed, only mildly surprised when an arm, heavy with sleep, drapes over him like a blanket.
Clark leans forward and kisses the back of Bruce's neck. "What were you doing..." He mumbles.
Bruce doesn't answer. He simply turns around, and smashes his lips against Clark's, enjoying the look on his face as the sleep leaves his body, and he's filled with energy.
Clark moves, hovering about Bruce with his hands on either side. He goes for another kiss as the other man's arms wrap around his neck, practically dragging him down into it.
"Bruce?"
The voice sounds so surprised, Bruce isn't sure what to do.
They hadn't even heard him come in!
"Bruce wha- what?"
Clark has finally caught on to Bruce's subtle shoves under the blanket, and suits upright. Bruce pushes up on his elbows.
"Dick, it's-"
"Are you two dating now?" The Boy Wonder interrupts.
This has got to be strange for him. Bruce thinks.
"Dick look, I understand if you're upset, or con-"
"Upset?" Dick interrupts again. "I'm not upset, Bruce. But Wally's gonna be."
Both Clark and Bruce look at each other in confusion. "Wally?" They say in unison. "Why?" Clark asks.
At this, Dick can't help but smile. "We made a bet on you two,' he says still grinning, " and now he owes me money."
Clark, obviously amused by all of this, cracks up and falls on the ground.
"Why were you making bets, Dick?" His guardian asks. It's clear that he is upset, so Dick tones down the cockiness just a bit.
"Because I thought you would get together and he thought you wouldn't. I figured it was easy money." Dick's nonchalant attitude was annoying the hell out of Bruce.
"Okay, okay just... Go. We'll talk later." Bruce waves his hand away, shooing his ward. "And Clark, get off the ground."
Slowly, Clark pulls himself from the soft carpet, clutching into his stomach as if he can't breathe. "Bruce," he whispers, still giggling, "look." He brings his arm up, pointing towards the room's far window. On the pane, rubbing it's tail peacefully along the sides, is a cat. An orange and white tabby to be precise.
"It's so cute!" Clark all but squeaks, floating toward the feline, as to not frighten it with him steps. "Can we keep it?" Clark giggles. He seems to be having the time of his life with this furry little demon.
Bruce stares at the cat, feeling something off. There used to be something in his window, right? Looking down at the pane again, it hits him. The dirt. That wasn't just tracked in! The stupid little animal knocked over his plants! Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Clark inch closer to the beast. "No, we can't keep it," he says firmly. "Now get away from the window!"
But it was too late...
Clark had frightened the kitten and caused it to hop onto Bruce's carpet, his clean carpet, with its dirty, grubby little paws.
"Clark, catch it!" Bruce yells hopping out of bed. The cat digs its claws into the ground and takes off, around Clark, around Bruce, and out the door.
Well, Alfred is going to be pissed...
