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The quaintness of Clark’s childhood bedroom never failed to charm Bruce. The fact that they, a couple of muscular full-grown adults, had to share a twin XL was just as amusing as it was inconvenient. But Bruce didn’t mind; no matter how cramped it was, he always had his best sleep with Clark by his side.
“I’m glad your parents are doing well,” Bruce commented as they readied for bed. A smile inevitably appeared on Clark’s mouth. It was always nice to see how much Bruce cared about his parents.
“Yeah, I’m glad they’re okay too,” Clark agreed. Things hadn’t been well at the farm, but they were slowly looking up. Bruce had offered to help, but like always, they refused.
They finally got into bed, slotting their half-naked bodies together. The heat emanating from Clark’s body and the faint sound of the wind against the window made Bruce sigh in relaxation. Even though he always had Gotham’s safety in the back of his mind, being here with Clark was one of the most relaxing experiences of his life.
Clark seemed to have sensed this as he chuckled against his hair and pressed a soft kiss into it. Like a cat, Bruce leaned into it. A comfortable silence fell between the couple as they cuddled. Without realizing they were both fast asleep.
In the middle of the night, Clark woke up, his mouth drooling on the pillow. He had dreamed about the pie they had for dinner. Although Clark didn’t need to eat much, he was definitely a foodie, and now he had a big craving for a slice of that pie. He tried to untangle himself from Bruce without waking him up. To no avail, the ever-aware Batman woke up.
“Something the matter?” Bruce asked, his voice groggy.
“... Don’t worry about it,” Clark said.
Of course, the first thing Bruce would do is worry about it. He rubbed his eyes, now fully awake.
“Clark. What is it?” He insisted as he sat up.
“I was going to eat a slice of pie,” He confessed. His honesty biting him in the ass, if he had said something normal, like he was going to the bathroom, Bruce wouldn’t have questioned it. Although he might have been able to tell he was lying, he’s an awful liar, but it was worse when it came to Bruce.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. Of course, Clark would get the munchies at this hour, “I’ll get it for you,” he offered. It was a ridiculous offer, it was inconvenient, and this was his parents’ house after all, but Bruce felt compelled to help for some reason.
“Really? I mean, it’s no problem for me at all,” Clark asked, not wanting to be a bother.
“Really,” He assured, not feeling like explaining himself. Besides, Clark can read him well enough.
“Okay,” He agreed. Clark watched Bruce get up and put on some pants before leaving the room, with a soft smile. The kind of smiles that were reserved for Bruce only.
The door closed silently as Bruce walked stealthily to the kitchen, using Batman’s skills to his advantage, so he wouldn’t wake up anyone. Once in the kitchen, he looked for a plate and opened the fridge to take out the pie. The light from the fridge illuminated the kitchen, and he could see a figure entering the room from his peripheral vision.
“Dad?” The figure said. Ah. Tim’s here then. Wait… Tim’s here?
Seconds after, an even smaller figure trailed behind Tim and almost ran into him at the kitchen’s entrance.
“Timothy?” The other figure said. Oh. Wait… Damian’s here, too?
“Damian?” Bruce asked, Tim’s figure almost completely blocking out Damian’s small frame. Damian tilted his head to make eye contact with his father, confirming his presence.
How is it that both of his children are here, and he wasn’t aware of it? Maybe he should keep better track of them. Fully being aware that Tim is a 20-year-old college student, and that Damian is a 14-year-old high school student, and that both of them are trained vigilantes who know perfectly how to take care of themselves. Still, he felt somewhat like a bad parent.
“What are you doing?” Tim asked, eyeing the pie in his hands, as he too approached the fridge.
“Clark got hungry,” He explained in hushed tones. Suddenly, he was relieved that his common sense had told him to put on some pants. It wasn’t like his children had never seen him in his underwear, but it would be a million times more awkward to be seen like that in someone else’s house.
Tim shrugged like that was a sufficient explanation and walked past Bruce to reach for some juice. Damian followed and pulled out the milk. Both drank their respective beverages and left like nothing had happened. After getting over the slight shock, he finished serving the slice of pie and returned to the bedroom.
Clark smiled upon seeing him. He reached out to take the serving, “Thanks”.
Bruce pulled the plate away. “Did you know my children were here?” He questioned. Surely Clark had heard them.
“I only realized after you had already gone to get the pie,” Clark defended himself, as he eyed the pie with want.
Bruce scoffed and handed him the plate, deeming it a good enough excuse. He watched Clark eat his slice of pie with intense concentration. For some strange reason, it was extremely attractive. The way the filling stuck to the sides of his mouth, the way he licked his lips, and how his eyes closed in pleasure at the taste.
As he finished his pie, already sad that there wasn’t more, Clark looked around for some tissue or something to wipe his mouth. Bruce noticed, he had brought a napkin, but he decided to forgo it. He reached down and, as he took the plate off Clark’s hand, he went straight for Clark’s mouth, wiping the remains of the pie from his mouth with his tongue and smoothly transitioning into a passionate kiss. Clark was surprised but quickly leaned into it.
A minute later, they parted. “That was a good pie,” Clark said, filled with bliss.
Bruce smirked, “It sure was,” He agreed, turning around to go to return the plate to the kitchen.
Clark quickly got up and stopped him, “I’ll do it, B,” He said. Within seconds, he took the plate off Bruce’s hands, returned it to the kitchen, washed it, dried it, and returned to the bedroom.
Now they could finally go back to bed and cuddle some more until they both fell asleep. Although this time he was feeling a bit talkative, the reunion with his sons in the kitchen was fresh in his mind.
“Do you consider me a good father?” He asked. Although Clark was totally biased to see the good in him, maybe it would be good to get an opinion from a third party, as much as Clark could be that is.
“Of course, B!” He answered as expected.
“I didn’t know the kids were here,” He argued. As they’ve grown, he’s let them loose a bit and didn’t know where they were at all times, like he used to. These two were his youngest, too.
“No one expects you to,” Clark reassured him, “I don’t think they mind either,” He added. Noting how their reactions weren’t extreme.
“Hm,” He grumbled. It was no use arguing with Clark about this, so he just left it at that and instead decided to enjoy his boyfriend’s company.
As they were about to fall asleep, Clark whispered, “I love you, B,” Not expecting an answer.
“Love you, too,” Bruce whispered, already half-asleep.
With that, Clark fell asleep with a smile.