Billy Batson [One-Shots]

Captain Dad

Billy Batson woke up to someone shaking him, annoyed, he grumbled and turned away, covering himself with his duvet.

"Five more minutes," muttered Billy, pawing at his nose that was itching for some reason. It always did when he was freshly-awoken.

"Dad! We're out of milk... and you promised to play with me before you went to work," whined Conner, jumping up and down on the huge bed where they slept. Actually, it was Billy's bedroom, but Conner got scared a lot of his nightmares from Cadmus, so he always silently sneaked to his new 'father'-'s room. Billy didn't mind at all, he was glad to provide comfort and safety as any father should. Despite it being hard sometimes, and he questioning himself if he was even qualified for this, Solomon was always there to reassure him and give him advice. No one else seemed to want to take in Conner. So he stepped in, doing good. Do good and good will follow - his father always told him. Billy believed that taking in the Conner and taking care of him, teaching him, providing for him was doing good and the following good at the same time.

Sitting up, Billy gave Conner a faux-angry look, but he wasn't ready for a puppy face Conner counter-attacked him with. He crumbled right away, sighing and getting out of his bed. He trudged towards their bathroom, brushing his teeth, looking from his peripheral as Conner repeated his action like a little copycat. An amused smile tugged at his lips and warmth flooded his stomach. This was the best decision he has ever made, no matter how many hardships they'd face, or how many people would think him crazy or an unfit parent. He loved Conner, he was ready to make his life miserable and unnecessarily hard just to make sure Conner would be happy and safe, he wanted him to have a childhood he himself was denied and stripped of.

Going to the kitchen, Billy prepared Conner his favorite soup - Cereal. Conner adored cereal. Billy blamed Conner's fondness for wheat on Superman being a farm-boy.

"Sorry, buddy! We're out of milk," Billy shook the empty milk box, hearing the little droplets of milk hitting the walls.

Conner huffed, crossing his beefy arms under his pecs. "I know that! I told you that!" he accused, sounding exactly like the little kid he was.

"Okay, okay! Wait here and be a good boy, I'll go and grab some, okie?"

Conner nodded his head, watching as Billy transformed into Captain Marvel and disappeared from the house.

"Milk, milk, milkity-milk where art thou white substance, Conner likes to drink, drink, drinkity-drink?" quietly sang Billy, under his breath, browsing the shelves and looking for his desired product. He looked exactly like Captain Marvel did, but simply in his civilian clothes. His flashy red&yellow suit was replaced with a simple dress shirt in stripes, with blue jeans and black boots. He wasn't very big on fashion, he just dressed because it was a law... and a thing of modesty. Speaking of modesty, Conner had no sense of shame. He could walk around in his birthday suit, completely unbothered and unaware of why it was wrong. The first time he did it, Billy almost had a heart attack. He hoped, that since Conner wasn't in diapers, he wouldn't have to see his manhood. He was wrong... very, very wrong. It took him a few bribes to get a promise out of Conner, not to walk naked if others could see or if they were expecting guests. After the battle of wills, Conner finally conceded.

"Captain?!" demanded the incredulous voice. Turning sharply on his heel, Billy noticed Superman, in his civilian clothes, looking at him as a fish out of the water, gaping and everything.

"Oh, hey there stranger!" Billy emphasized the word stranger, because there was no way in Tartarus, that Captain Marvel knew Clark Kent. Seemingly getting the hint, he quieted down, approaching the other male and started speaking in a calmer voice.

"What are you doing here, Captain?" asked Superman, his voice more composed.

Billy glared at him, feeling angry on Conner's behalf. He was angry with Superman and how he behaved. Clark, to be honest, was very surprised to receive such a glare from the cheerful Captain, but he decided to wait for his answer, maybe the man had a bad day or something?

"Just buying some milk for my son," responded Billy, grabbing the milk bag, and adding it to the cart.

Thanks to his new jobs, yes, several, Billy could finally afford some good food for Conner. He ate like a baby whale, so it was rather wise of Billy to start working in multiple places. Thank Solomon for his wisdom.

"I... had no idea you had a son," responded Clark surprised. It would explain the childish behavior of Captain Marvel. Maybe he was simply a good dad? Who played with his kids.

"I adopted him recently when his own father didn't want him. His name is Conner, and he's a wonderful kid," spat Billy with the venom he didn't know he possessed, still not forgiving Superman for behaving like his Uncle Ebenezer. It was a sore subject for Billy.

Clark winced, finally realizing why Captain was so cold towards him. "Uh... I see. I had no idea you adopted him..." what else was he supposed to say?

Billy scoffed and left Clark standing there alone, all the respect he had for the man evaporating. Superman didn't even bother to give Conner a chance. He simply dismissed him, like he was nothing.

"You're back!" exclaimed Conner and judging by his tone of voice, it wasn't a pleasant type of surprise. Billy frowned, his parental instincts kicking in.

"What did you break this time?" tiredly asked Billy. He wasn't mad, he knew Conner couldn't control his powers, so Billy was always patient and understanding with him. Plus, he could easily fix stuff with his magic, so no biggie.

"Nothing! I swear!" came his voice from the kitchen. "I... just wanted to surprise you."

Walking in the kitchen, he saw a pile of pancakes, disfigured, and a little burnt, but they still smelled pretty delicious.

"I wanted to say thank you for being my dad," spoke Conner, looking down at his nervously-wringing hands. "I love you, Dad!"

Billy's resolve crumbled, and he quickly scooped him up like a little kid, despite Conner being almost as big and bulging with muscles as his champion form.

"I love you too, Con. Love you too," responded Billy, taking out the milk from the bag with his free hand and placing it on the counter.

And despite the pancakes not looking very appetizing, and a little burnt, Billy ate them all. They were the most delicious pancakes he ever had.