The BOWL; Superbat

6

Clark put his glasses on and kissed his son on the forehead goodbye. Like any normal day he would drive to work, fly even. Lois stayed home, neither in the same room for more than five minutes before an argument would start. He flicked a pea from his lunch at his best friend, the red head asleep with his face in his papers. "Jimmy... Jimmy. Jimmy, wake up." Clark leaned forward. "James!"

He opened his eyes and flung from his chair. "Don't shoot me!"

"Jimmy, sit down." Clark tugged him down by his half done tie. "Lois and I aren't talking much. I think within the month I might be out of the house so I need you to keep an eye on her and Jon. Alright?"

"Uh- What? Really? I thought you were tight? You and I talk all the time. When did this happen?"

"Recently. Don't ask do many questions. Just- do this for me."

Jimmy sighed. "Fine." Truth be told, James was a little happy the two were going through their 'rough patch'. Somehow he always figures his way around.

Clark left the spinning doors holding his suitcase and jacket in his left, his glasses in his right. He stepped into the busy street along with many others. A familiar face walked towards him with a demanding look. He continued to come at him until he gripped Clark by the shirt and whispered into his ear. "Fly." He did. Clark dropped onto a distant skyscraper still being built.

"You're Gordon. Jim Gordon."

"Yeah. We to speak with you about Lex Luther and the arkham explosion."

"What do you want to know?"

Clark explained all he know of Lex Luther and all he knew of Arkham asylum. It had gone through many break outs, including the one before when Jason was killed. He wasn't there for that but was sure there when it happened again. "You were in Gotham when it happened?"

"I took one of Lois' cases so she could spend time with Jon when it went down, I did home to make sure they were okay then went to find Bruce. It was three weeks ago."

"Selina was here as well. She was following me everywhere and was she not the first to notify him?"

"This sounds like an interrogation, Mr. Gordon."

"Trust me... This is strictly unprofessional." He sat back. "I spoke to Bruce about your situation. Sorry that I can't do anything about it."

"You're just a commissioner. Not much you can do anyway. " Clark followed Jim's mannerisms. He kept one leg on the ground, the other pressed against a metal bar. "I want to figure things out with him so we won't have to live in such a friends with benefits, you would say, relationship. I still love Lois. I want to be with her and my son but I fucked up." He smirked. " I was just about to go see you to talk about this."

"Hmm..?"

"All of it. He's got Lucius and William working with him to reverse the effects of Calor. Lois doesn't understand what I was trying to tell her so I have up. She doesn't want to be with me anymore so I left the house. Bruce doesn't know, but I've been staying with Dick in his spare room."

"Barbara never said anything about you staying with them. When did this happen?"

"Three days after the incident. Unless it involves Jon, she doesn't speak to me."

Jim sighed. "I wouldn't worry about that. Give her time."

"What if I don't have time to give? I think this gives her the final excuse to leave. We fought maybe five months ago about a divorce because I won't mate her." Jim stood and walked away. He stepped down the ladder until only his head showed.

"Clark. I came here to help me." He left.

Bruce whistled. He had a good day. No reporters following him on his run into town. A full nights sleep with Tim taking over his shift. He woke up to coffee and Alfred taking a nap on the sofa. Music was loud in the cave, bouncy and inspiring. He needed it all. Quiet and loud. The perfect gift. He bobbed his head, his gasmask shaking with every movement. It turned into him tapping his feet and going side to side moving his shoulders to the beat. Pretty soon he was singing.
He left the room clattering the mask on the closest table. Titus watched him strip from his hazmat suit into the shower of boiling hot water and sanitizer pumping out with it. "How's Damien? It'sover soon, right?"

"Last I heard he was going after some teen miscreants. He should be home any minute." Alfred replied through the telecom. Bruce pat Titus. He wrapped a towel around him.

"Come on Titus. Let's go meet your boy." Both left to the front hall. Titus trotted around as the front door opened, Damien yawning as he entered the household.

"Hello father." Damien kneeled to scratch behind his dogs ears, Titus licking his face.

"How was your first day of school?"

"Can I kill my math teacher?" He said standing up.

"What? No."

"Hmm..." Damien turned around to leave. "Today was terrible." Bruce scoffed out a laugh. Just as he was going to leave to his room himself, the doorbell rang. He paused.

"Who is it?" Only another ring of the bell went off. He looked to Damien who had stopped mid staircase. "Did someone follow you home?" Bruce whispered. Damien shook his head no. He looked back at the door waving Damien off. Another ring to the bell and a step forward, he tightened his towel. "I'll be right there!" He yelled. It rang again. The ringing kept going faster and faster until it stopped. Bruce stopped in front of the door and exhaled. Another, slower ring and he opened the door.

No one was out there that he saw. Then the bell rang again. He looked down to see Clark needing out on the brand new foot rig Alfred had just bought. "Oh my God."