Bats In The Belfry 04
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blkdragonqueenPairing(s)/Character(s): Clark/Bruce (Kon/Tim Implied)
Rating: PG/PG-13 this part
Warnings: Um... Voyeurism Implied?
Spoilers: NONE
Disclaimer: None of these Characters belong to me. They belong to their respective creators and copyright holders.
Universe: No Particular Verse? I love the movie Bruce but we'll see other places such as Justice League and Teen Titans.
Words: 1,234
Notes: This will pretty much be random drabbles as inspiration strikes me. Just fun fluff.
Summary: The one thing the Kryptonions never expected they'd have to deal with: the Bat Family's "Extended Family"
Author's Note: This has been nominated for a World Finest Awards 2010 Award in the Fluff - Long Category. YAY!
4.
Clark groaned and slipped his glasses off to rub at his eyes. It was more a habit from imitating the Earthlings for so long rather than actual eyestrain. Lois glanced at him sympathetically before turning back to her computer.
Sighing, he slipped them back on and tried to concentrate on his own terminal and the article on the latest crime spree that had happened over the weekend. A weekend that was suppose to be nice and quiet long enough for him to have some time with his lover. Unfortunately, a massive escape from Archam kept both Batman and Superman busy.
Nightwing had quickly helped after his own drug ring he had been stalking for the past month was caught and Robin and Superboy had called and asked if they were needed. Bruce had told them to stay at the Teen Titan tower and had snarled at Nightwing but didn't get offended at the boys help. Clark's help, on the other hand was met with resistance and anger.
Clark had hoped that with Superman's help, Batman would- if not be grateful then at least pleased that they could somehow manage to salvage some of the weekend. Bruce, however, took it as a sign that Clark didn't trust his own ability at catching the very criminals he had caught time and time again before.
So much for a romantic weekend.
Another sigh left his lips and Lois glanced up again. With a small frown she turned back to her computer and typed rapidly. A small ping sounded off of Clarks and he glanced at the instant message that popped up. "Trouble in Paradise?" he read.
"You could say that," he sent back and his eye caught Lois' briefly and she sent him a rather sympathetic look.
"Want to talk about it?" was the next message.
Clark glanced quickly at the editor and chief's office but it seemed as if White was currently yelling at someone over the phone and wasn't paying attention to anyone in the main room. "Not really but it's driving me crazy. Every time I try to do something nice, it seems like it blows up in my face."
"Nice for you or nice for them?"
"What?"
A voice suddenly rang out through the room and everyone startled that it could be heard through the glass. "I don't care if you're understaffed, we need someone here now! Damn it!" Perry White, editor and chief of The Daily Planet slammed down his phone before he stomped over to his door and threw it open. Stomping out of the room he looked about at all the frozen reporters and staff before he looked up at the ceiling.
As one, the rest of the people in the room looked up at the vaulted ceiling. No one could see what it was that had White's attention so throughout captivated. No one save the one person in the room who had activated not only his x-ray vision but began listening intently for anything out of the ordinary.
It was for this reason and this reason only that Clark heard the very tiny squeak.
"Somebody get a ladder!" White suddenly bellowed and chaos erupted into the room. White was still shouting, screaming for someone to get in touch with a competent exterminator firm as people scrambled to get away from the flying shadows.
It wasn't just one bat like Clark had assumed, thinking Lex had followed him again but five bats had suddenly descended into the room and began darting between, over and at some times under people, scattering them in all directions. Females screamed, men cursed and Lois went for her large handbag and began swinging. Clark dove to rescue the animal from Lois' wild swings.
The bat was larger and darker than Lexington was but Clark only noted that in passing as he shoved it into his inner coat pocket and went after the other four. As it turned out, he didn't need to bother as the bat in his pocket let out a long nearly inaudible to the human squeak. The next thing Clark knew, all four bats were headed straight for him, Lex leading the charge.
"Gah!" Clark ducked and weaved as they proceeded to fly around his head. It wasn't the bats he was dodging from however, but rather Lois' purse as she tried to come to his aid.
"Kent! Get out of here!" White bellowed furiously. "And take those things with you!"
Clark didn't need to be told twice. Ignoring the elevators, he headed right for the doorway to the stairs and pelted down them, conscious of the cameras within them. He wondered curiously what the building guards were thinking as they watched him tear down the stairs with four bats following close behind.
He wondered briefly if he set a new record for running down stairs without his super-speed as he hit the first floor landing and darted out the side entrance and into the alleyway next to the building. It was then that the four bats filtered off into the shadows and Clark was surprised by their sudden departure. Only the movement against his chest assured him that it wasn't some bizarre dream or horrific nightmare.
Unsure if he should return upstairs or head for home, Clark shrugged and decided to take an early lunch and maybe duck home for a change of clothing. Sighing, he reached into his coat where the bat was nestled into his inner pocket and gently pulled out his phone to alert White about his plans. He frowned as he flipped it open to discover it was already blinking to show that he had gotten a message sometime in the past few hours.
Clark frowned, not remembering when he had set it to mute and hit the one key to hear his messages. It was short and to the point.
"Clark," Bruce's smooth voice came out of the earpiece. "Lex seems to have disappeared again along with a few others. If you see them please alert them that they are in more trouble then the time they got stuck in the old steam pipes and that they may be re-acquainted with said steam pipes if they keep scaring Alfred with their now habitual disappearing act." There was a squeak from Clark's pocket but Clark was too busy staring at his cell phone in disbelief as Bruce continued.
"I do not care what their previous habits were in the past but if they continue to distress Alfred as they have been dinner will consist of tiny, little bat-kabobs. Tim is digging out the skewers from the storage room and Dick is searching the stores for a barbecue sauce that would go with fried bat. I do not like seeing Alfred upset or worried Clark. Remind them of that."
"No more new messages," the automated female voice snapped Clark out of his stupor and he snapped the phone shut before holding open his coat to stare at the bat still hiding in his coat pocket. The bat stared up at him with what Clark could only think of as a bat's equivalent of puppy eyes.
"How do I get myself into these things?" Clark sighed as he headed off for home, the sound of wings flapping following dutifully behind him.
- More To Come
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