The BOWL; Superbat

10

The boys finally brought life back into the mansion yet again, loudness greeting Clark as they bombarded the halls with games of extreme tag and darts. Dick and Barbara lay cuddling on the broken couch watching discovery channel. Billy Batson and William Jr. came over soon to take Damien and Tim into the fields around the property.
Bruce glanced at Clark every now and then, their connection pulling them together. Clark held Bruce's side and took him from the living room into his office.

"We should go on a date." Clark kissed behind Bruce's ear. "Sit in the back of a dim restaurant, steak and asparagus." He lifted the hem of his mates shirt and began to nip at him. "I want to take you out and do something nice. What do you think?"

"I think..." Bruce pushed Clark away by the face. "You should keep your lid on and don't let the steam release just yet." They have been mated about two months but Bruce refused anything too close to what happened during his heat. He shifted the work schedule lightening up on the boys for them to have more time at home and him taking extremely difficult cases.
Bruce interrogated Harley over and over with no snap. She laughed is all. He turned most of the cameras to regular thinking if Lex had gone anywhere he would make himself as out in public as possible. Onomatopoeia was still at large, top-level domains and overview finding him nowhere. Oliver had visited twice asking for clues about the villains whereabouts. Scarecrow was brought back to arkham two days after Bruce's heat. He was found screaming in fear in a warehouse by the lake.
Sometimes the job can be painful to do.

"Please, Bruce. Just one night. You never let me do anything around the house and you're not here."

"I'm busy."

"That's all you ever say." Clark went to leave, Bruce grabbing his arm and pulling him back into a kiss. He leaned further in before exiting the room quickly. Clark sighed. As soon as he took a step back into the loving room the house shook. He looked to Damien and Billy, the two stopping. Dick rushed from the couch and ran to the grandfather clock, him turning the handles to the passcode. Damien followed him down with Billy. Will had turned the corner of the hallway.

"What hapenned? Why is the ground shaking?"

"Go downstairs with the boys. Barb! Make sure Will doesn't get anywhere near what just came here." Barbara rolled her wheelchair into the lift with Will and lowered them to the batcave. Clark turned and flew away.

Bruce fitted himself into his suit, Alfred sitting at the computers. "Damien, this is no place for you. Get out of your suit."

"This is better than eating the shit out of a bunch of losers in an ally, father. Count me in." Billy yelled out, his body now that of a man. Clark flew back into the manor, not through the door but through a wall. Bruce heard the crash and gritted his teeth and ran to join Clark, Dick following him up.

"Where is he? Where's Clark? I heard him up here but now he's gone." Bruce climbed up the side of the house watching the ground and sky for any foreign movement. He was struck from the roof into the trees, a panic rushing through him as his back smacked against one. He spotted Lex's green suit flying above him, Shazam shooting him with blasts. A scream came from the manor, laughter soon following. He ran under the two fighting above him bar to the front door. Damien was held with a knife to his throat and his weapons lying feet from them, Joker grinning maniacally holding him back in an overheating shadow. "Give me my son."

"Oh, I think not, Batsy, Batsy, Batsy... I've been waiting a long time for this." Bruce stepped forward. "Ah- Stay where you are. Now, I want something from you."

"Spill it, clown."

"I know who you are. I've always known. You're not only the dark knight but you're the Prince of Gotham." He cracked a laugh. "You have lots and lots of cash..." He moved forward causing Damien to gasp. " Brucey, I want your everything." A pained groan came from behind Joker, up the looking to the lump of blue and red cloth lying in the rubble of one the walls. Clark sat up and yanked a kryptonite blade from his stomach.

"Get-away-from them." He stood, Bruce attacking Joker from behind Damien thrown to the ground. Clark flew at them taking both Joker and Bruce out of the house. Lex turned from Shazam as Clark tossed Joker into him. Bruce glided to the ground where Joker had landed in laughter.

"I should kill you."

"Oh, you would never do that. None of your little cronies would do it either. You love me too much to do that." Bruce kicked him in the abdomen. "You can do so much better-" He did it several more times before joker rolled over coughing.

"Jason Todd. He wouldn't wait for this event to find you, torture your sorry ass, and kill you out of mere pity that you had become a vegetable. I don't have time to wait for him." He punched him and went for another when his head was gripped and he was pulled from his actions. Lex but him three times over the face, his fist ready to punch his gut.

"Wait! Wait! Please!" Lex faltered. " Please... Nothing below the neck." Lex's face furrowed in confusion, Bruce's eyes looking behind him. Lex turned and Bruce maneuvered from his grip knocking Lex on his ass. Clark pulled the other up by one of his feet.

Clark continued to beat Lex against the gravel, Bruce watching. He turned from his mate as Joker began to run toward the metal gate surrounding the property. Bruce chased him, tackling him. Joker squirmed. "Oohoohhooo! Brucey, you shouldn't be so rough, what about the baby?"

"Shut up!"

"What will Superman say will he finds out?"

"I said shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" He yelled and clobbered about and blood out of his most hated enemy, hysterical laughter still gurgling from his throat. "Shut up! Shut up!"

Clark ripped the mechanical arms and legs from Lex's suit leaving him trapped in the body of it with Shazam standing watch. He settled behind Bruce as he weakly continued to say "Shut up." to Joker who had passed out during the beating. Clark rested his hands on Bruce's shoulders, the shorter of the two flinching at the contact. He embraced it and leans back against Clark's chest .

"We need to talk."