Bruce threw his coffee cup at his fiance, the other only standing their with a smile. "You can't hurt me."
"Oh, really? How about I go visit that glowing green rock in the batcave? Maybe then you'll have a real sense of fucking humor!" He threw another cup, Clark catching it that time and tossed it back.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that. Your hair is perfectly normal."
That only made Bruce more angry. "I am not normal! I am the bat, and I am a multi-millionaire with an asshole for a fiance and another for a son!" Damien glared at his father but didn't get involved. "My hair cannot be normal when we go to such an event like this one, Clark Kent."
"It's just a gala."
"Like you've been to a real gala."
"Who am I marrying to make you think I've never been to a real gala?"
"I don't know. Who are you marrying?" Bruce crossed his arms peaking a brow. Clark scoffed.
"Prick."
"Ass scratcher."
Damien finally turned to his father and soon to be stepfather. "If either of you throws another cup or says anything about dads aging, I will kill you both. Brutaly and unfeeling."
Both pause. Clark begins to chuckle and point at Bruce. "Don't you dare say he gets that from me."
"Oh, but he totally does."
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