" It's a bird! It's a plane! It's... SUPERMAN!
"Dick get down from there! If Daddy sees you all the way up there-"
"No wait! It's Batman! Whoosh!" Dick held up his arms with his makeshift cape ( bedsheets wrapped around his neck) and jumped. Clark briefly flew up into the air, grabbed the child in mid-fall, cradling him close and then slowly easing back down to the floor. " Don't do that! Daddy would be so mad if he saw-"
"Saw what?"
Clark wheeled around, face-to- face with an ill-tempered Bruce, one eyebrow cocked and a frown on his face.
" O-oh, n-nothing... Bruce..." He used his spare hand to push up his glasses: a nervous habit.
"You know, you can beat me at almost everything else, Kal" Bruce pulled a reaching Dick of Clark's grip ( that had suddenly gone slack), " But lying? You're probably the worst liar I know."
"It's tough to lie a guy like you."muttered Clark, sulking ( usually Bruce's job) to the living room.
Dick pet Bruce's nicely slicked black hair. " Daddy, I'm Batman and Superman."
The dark man couldn't help but crack a smile. "So that's what you were doing?" He set the child and knelt down to his height. "I know you're really good at flips and catwheels, but you can't pretend to be Batman or Superman anymore. It's dangerous for you."
"I want to be a superhero, though, too! Everyone else is!" Dick pouted, facing away from him, crossing his arms.
"How about we make up your own superhero that you can be?"
"Okay!"
"Alright, we'll do this with Dad, Okay?"
"Okay!, DADDDDYYY!" Dick ran to go find Clark, and Bruce just smiled, slowly following.
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Clark was looking at his laptop, streaming the news from Metropolis. Nothing particularly interesting seemed to be happening at the moment, and he was grateful, but sometimes it felt so...so empty not having to save the world everyday. Not to mention Gotham was really like Smallville or Metropolis.
But he could commute and Bruce couldn't, so this is the way things were. A Penthouse in the middle of a skyscraper with two superhero dad's and one adorable little four-year-old.
"Daddy, Daddy! Daddy says we can make me a superhero of my own!"
Clark smiled and put his laptop of the coffee table, picking Dick up and placing him in his lap. Bruce soon joined him on the couch, crossing his legs. Sunday's were usually this leisurely, and though it felt odd for both men, Dick was their pride and joy.
Nothing could stop Superman from spending time with his son. "What are your powers going to be?"
"I'm going to be really smart, and build things, and have laser eyes, and ice breath, and drive a Batmobile, and kill people, and-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Kill people? That's not what Superman or Batman does, Dick!" Honestly, Clark was freaking the hell out. " Th-they help people! They don't kill them!"
Bruce was just as concerned, but hid it well. He pulled Dick into his own lap ( something that happened often: the men fought for dominance so much, it even came down to who got to hold the child in their lap longer.) And looked down at him, brushing a black strand of hair out of his eyes. " Superheroes save people, Dick. That's the right thing to do."
"Well, I meant kill the bad guys..." Dick mumbled, feeling really bad and ashamed for having said something so wrong.
"Not even the bad guys. We bring them to jail."
"Oh, ok-kay..." His chin wobbled, tears formed, and his shoulders trembled.
"Don't cry!" Clark was suddenly a puddle of mush ( that's what Dick did to him) as he pulled him back into his lap and cuddled him." Shhhh! Don't cry! We're sorry! Daddy's sorry!"
The billionaire looked sort if annoyed, getting up. " Kal, you're too soft."
"Daddy's sorry..." He wiped a tear from the young boy's cheek, staring into his teary eyes with his own blue, wide ones. " What can I do to make it up to you?" Bruce was completely ignored.
"T-take me f-for-a-r-ride."
Clark nodded intently. "Just a little one though, okay?"
"Okay!" The boy suddenly perked up, very excited and happy. It made him smile, as he picked him up and zoomed out the room, giggles of innocent joy following after.
