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  1. Public Bookmark 39

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    “Silly me, I forgot. It’s ‘Conner’ now, isn’t it?” Lex tilted his head inquisitively, rising from the table. “Conner J. Kent.”

    “Get the fuck away from me,” Kon barked, finding his voice and hoping it didn’t shake. He moved quickly behind the kitchen island, putting a barrier between him and Lex.

    “Now Conner, that’s not a very polite way to speak to your father.” Lex tutted, grabbing his jacket and rolling down his sleeves.

    “You are not my father,” Kon growled. “Back off.”


    Lex Luthor is supposed to be in prison, but he's sitting at the Kent's kitchen table when Kon arrives home from school.

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    09 Oct 2025

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  3. Public Bookmark 5

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    Bruce is frustrated after a long night of patrol and just wants to blow off some steam with his favorite sparring partner.

    He ends up more frustrated than he started.

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  4. Public Bookmark 6

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    That was the first crack in the surface.

    The first moment Mycroft Holmes let someone under his skin.

    And Albert? He lived for pressure points.

    Albert’s pen scratched across the first form with infuriating slowness. His handwriting was disgustingly neat, cocky even in its curves. He filled in his credentials like a man very aware of the power they carried.

    Mycroft watched him from behind laced fingers.

    “Middle name,” Mycroft prompted, voice dry.

    Albert tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “What, planning to use it when you yell at me?”

    Mycroft didn’t blink. “When I write you up.”

    “Mm. Kinky.”

    There was silence. Thick, poised.

    Mycroft clicked his pen once. Deliberate. Final.

    “I don’t tolerate games, Doctor Moriarty.”

    Albert looked up, fully, green eyes bright and unreadable. “No, I bet you don’t. But you do play them.”

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  5. Public Bookmark 3

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    “Drink your tea before it gets cold.”

    Albert blinked, glancing at the faint steam rising from his cup. He knew those words weren't just polite courtesy. They were Mycroft's way of showing displeasure, yet also care, veiled in stiff language. It reminded him of all the letters the man had sent him over the years, though he had never once written back. Mycroft was always like that. Never direct, but impossible to ignore.

    When his world had collapsed. when he'd lost William in a tragedy that carved an eternal wound into his soul and Albert had withdrawn, severing all ties, blaming himself for everything. He locked himself away, not in walls of stone and iron, but in a dark inner prison built of regret and unanswered prayers.

    Charlie had come like a small flicker of hope. As if some unseen hand refused to let him drown.

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