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It was their first public appearance after the wedding, and although neither of them wanted to, they had to make a public appearance eventually. At least that’s what Dick had said and Bruce was not one to disappoint his son. Even if it did mean facing the vultures of high society.
Strangely enough, Dick had arranged everything and had even convinced Alfred to take the limo so all the family could come. This was unlike Dick but Bruce wasn’t going to argue with it as long as it made him happy. On the drive over the children were strangely well behaved, although they all had a look of poorly contained glee, which worried Bruce to say the least, even Damien had a slight grin concealed.
And when they finally arrived the children clambered out in a heap of limbs pushing to be the first ones in.
“Not that competition is unusual for them, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen them this excited for a society event” Bruce said as they walked to the entrance.
“Uhh Bruce-“Clark said gesturing to his husband with a concerned, bordering on terrified tone.
Bruce turned his head to see the monstrosity that lay before him, and the faint smile dropped from his face.
In front of them, a large hall decorated with balloons, flowers, presents and a huge banner spanning the venue.
Worst of all, in the centre of the room: a 10 ft tall cake with both Bruce and Clark’s face plastered on top. The cake-Bruce had a disgustingly wide smile that reminded Bruce eerily of a certain clown Prince, it was certainly an expression Batman wouldn’t be caught dead wearing.
The real Bruce’s expression now lay somewhere between constipated and murderous. “Oh shit.”
“What type of party did you say this was Bruce?”
“I Don’t know I didn’t read the invitation! Dick just told me to- Oh” He said, his face now dropping from panic to disappointment “I really should have seen this coming”
“What?”
“Dick.”
“Ohhhh” Clark said realisation dawning.
“Yeah. I’m gonna kill him.”
“What about Your no killing rule?”Clark replied, scolding.
“Nah that’s Batman’s rule, ✨Brucie✨ Doesn’t have a no killing rule”
“I lose track of all the lives you’re leading, let’s see there’s Batman, Bruce, Brucie, and apparently Brucie’s murderous alter ego…” He says listing off on his hands. “You are beyond duplicitous Are you sure you don’t have multiple personality disorder?”
“Watch out, I think Brucie might of heard that” Bruce whispers in Clarks ear in a mock menacing tone.
Clark sighs “you know we can still go back if you want”
“No I’m strangely interested to see how this pans out”
“Fair.”
“So then” he says reaching out his elbow for Clark. “Shall we dear?”
Clark muffles a laugh and reaches his arm to link with Bruce “Let’s”
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Clark:
The evening, was actually shaping out to be quite fun. And although Clark thought he might actually die if another socialite congratulated them again there was some part of him that was pleased that he was finally able to show off his new husband.
And frankly it was all worth it to catch a glance at bruce’s scowl every time he saw that god-awful cake. Even though it was uncanny (to put it lightly) Clark had to admit Dick was a Genius. To be honest, Clark wasn’t sure how Bruce’s identity was still intact because that Glare was purely Batman.
Seeing another horde of well wishers heading his way, Clark extricated himself from the couch with a speed that was just slightly abnormal (but at this point Clark would’ve utilised any one of his powers to dodge them) and headed for the balcony in the hopes of a quick escape.
Passing the chocolate fountain (which was almost certainly Jason’s idea) he rounded the snack table and locked eyes with Bruce, stopping suddenly as he heard a commotion outside, a gun loading and… No
“Good evening, lady’s and Gentlemen!” A shrill and unnerving voice called.
“sorry to interrupt what I’m sure has been a Super evening but, Well I think the happy couple has something to share with us”
Well, not exactly the distraction Clark was looking for…