FIC: Long Distance| Chapter 7
>>Chapter 7<<
“Oh, well if it isn’t *Superman*, the kidnapper.” Lex said moodily as Superman landed in front of him. He was on his patio, sipping some iced tea and wasn’t at all surprised that Superman had shown up first. Though he had expected at least some retort from the League, but so far, the airwaves had been replaying his plead to the police to rescue his son. Superman was glaring at him, a little bit of red glowing around his eyes. He could tell the alien was angry, but Lex weathered it with the nonchalance he used when dealing with Superman. God only knew how often the alien had been pissed at him in the past.
“He’s my son too, Lex.” Superman *barely* contained his snarl, but honestly, Lex was acting like a child… a rather bratty child at that too. Lex had to know that his villainy was ultimately a cause of their inability to be together, that his lack of regret for the taking of innocent lives kept a wall between them. Whereas Lex played fast and loose with his morality, his power, his money-Superman had always taken it upon himself to hold himself to a higher moral standard… one which he had compromised to gain access to his son.
“No Superman, he isn’t.” Lex responded coolly. “He has your DNA, true… but you had no part in his making or upbringing… you’re more likened to an anonymous donor. You should be thankful I even told you about him.” Lex was beginning to sound a mite petulant. Superman’s patience was slowly slipping away.
“And regardless of your claims to the nature of yours and his relationship, I am still his legal guardian and you still kidnapped him.” Lex continued blandly. Superman sat across from Lex, folding himself in to the chair awkwardly.
“You never minded me seeing him before I began dating again.” Superman suggested softly. He was trying to get his emotions under control… no need for both of them to act like brats. “Is this because I’m dating again?” Superman pressed. Lex’s expression became even more petulant. Superman scowled.
“For Christ’s sake, Lex.” Superman said with explosive anger. “You know even if things were different there is no way you and I would have worked out. You’re a manipulating, controlling, morally bankrupt, criminal.” Superman said accusingly. Lex’s eyes narrowed.
“There’s no reason to be hurtful…” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. Superman sighed.
“Lex… please…” Superman’s voice was soft and pleading. Lex’s eyes narrowed further.
“But Superman…” Lex started. Superman’s eyes narrowed further and Lex sighed. “Fine.” He grabbed his phone and called the news station. By the time Lex was done on the phone, Superman was gone. Lex leaned on the balcony and sighed-maybe it was time to move on.
Perhaps swanky billionaire Bruce Wayne was in the market for a companion.
* * *
Conner was watching the old Ninja Turtle’s cartoon when Don came in from work.
“Honey, I’m home!” Don called out, thinking that it was Clark in his apartment. Conner stood from the couch and joined Don in the kitchen.
“Clark went to go talk to Lex.” Conner informed him. Don looked at the kid, noting the similarities between Conner and Clark. He had the same jawline and nose. And the hair. He smiled softly at him and held out his hand.
“Don Flack.” He said. Conner shook his hand, squeezing a little harder than necessary.
“Conner Kent.” He replied evenly, though he was still holding a bit of a grudge from the whole museum incident. Conner returned to the living room, Don passing through to change out of his work clothes. He was sidetracked by the cartoon though and he sat with Conner on the couch and watched it with him.
After the show, Don went to get changed in to casual clothes and Conner called Cassie to chat since he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to make the Titan’s meeting. It all depended on whether or not Clark could trust Lex to not take him back as soon as he was in a location that Lex knew of. Though he was sure no one was happy with Luthor having that knowledge.
Conner was stretched out on the couch when Don re-emerged from his room. He was kind of grinning too.
“Oh really?” He said with a recognizable gleam in his eyes. He chuckled, low and husky. Don raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. Conner chuckled again as he listened. “Well, aren’t you just a bad girl?” He asked in a low voice.
“Take that someplace private!” Don commanded as he realized what was going on. Conner smirked a little and stood, disappearing in to the guest bedroom. Don rolled his eyes a little and started to fix dinner for the three of them. He wasn’t sure when Clark would be home, but he figured he’d cook for him.
* * *
It was almost midnight when Clark came home. Conner and Don were watching The Fellowship of the Ring when he arrived home. Well, Don was watching it while Conner dozed, curled up on one couch cushion. Clark waved a polite hello, but immediately headed for the bathroom. Clark did that often, when he came home he’d go right to the shower. When they had first started dating, Don had thought that Clark was having an affair-now he realized it was just him trying to wash off whatever horrors he had faced as Superman before returning to being Clark Kent fully.
Don shook Conner awake, paused the movie, and then stood to go and heat up Clark’s plate of food. Conner arose quickly, yawning and stretching, before joining Don in the kitchen, listening while Clark sang some love song in the shower. Don winced… he loved Clark, but his singing could use some work. Clark emerged from the shower, dressed in flannel pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt.
“You’re late.” Don said. Clark yawned as he sat down to eat.
“Earthquake in East Asia.” He responded with his mouth full. Don gave Conner a sly wink.
“Always with the natural disasters… like I’m gonna believe that excuse again.” He said with mock irritation. Clark’s head snapped up, about to defend himself when he saw the grin. He rolled his eyes.
“Well, Kara’ll be around tomorrow to be Metropolis’ woman of steel.” He said. “So we’ll go out tomorrow.” He cleared his plate. “Right now I’m gonna get some sleep.” He said. Don and Conner nodded.
“I’ll be in as soon as my movie’s over.” Don said. Clark smiled, kissed Don sweetly, and dropped a kiss on Conner’s head.
“Night guys.” He said.
“Good night.” They said in unison.
“Tomorrow should be fun.” Don said as the bedroom door closed. Conner nodded.
“Think I’ll head to bed too.” Conner said. Don nodded.
“Night kiddo.” He said. Conner smiled and disappeared in to the guest room once more. Don sank on the couch and clicked to play the movie again. He liked Conner so far. He couldn’t wait to spend more time with him.
“Oh, well if it isn’t *Superman*, the kidnapper.” Lex said moodily as Superman landed in front of him. He was on his patio, sipping some iced tea and wasn’t at all surprised that Superman had shown up first. Though he had expected at least some retort from the League, but so far, the airwaves had been replaying his plead to the police to rescue his son. Superman was glaring at him, a little bit of red glowing around his eyes. He could tell the alien was angry, but Lex weathered it with the nonchalance he used when dealing with Superman. God only knew how often the alien had been pissed at him in the past.
“He’s my son too, Lex.” Superman *barely* contained his snarl, but honestly, Lex was acting like a child… a rather bratty child at that too. Lex had to know that his villainy was ultimately a cause of their inability to be together, that his lack of regret for the taking of innocent lives kept a wall between them. Whereas Lex played fast and loose with his morality, his power, his money-Superman had always taken it upon himself to hold himself to a higher moral standard… one which he had compromised to gain access to his son.
“No Superman, he isn’t.” Lex responded coolly. “He has your DNA, true… but you had no part in his making or upbringing… you’re more likened to an anonymous donor. You should be thankful I even told you about him.” Lex was beginning to sound a mite petulant. Superman’s patience was slowly slipping away.
“And regardless of your claims to the nature of yours and his relationship, I am still his legal guardian and you still kidnapped him.” Lex continued blandly. Superman sat across from Lex, folding himself in to the chair awkwardly.
“You never minded me seeing him before I began dating again.” Superman suggested softly. He was trying to get his emotions under control… no need for both of them to act like brats. “Is this because I’m dating again?” Superman pressed. Lex’s expression became even more petulant. Superman scowled.
“For Christ’s sake, Lex.” Superman said with explosive anger. “You know even if things were different there is no way you and I would have worked out. You’re a manipulating, controlling, morally bankrupt, criminal.” Superman said accusingly. Lex’s eyes narrowed.
“There’s no reason to be hurtful…” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. Superman sighed.
“Lex… please…” Superman’s voice was soft and pleading. Lex’s eyes narrowed further.
“But Superman…” Lex started. Superman’s eyes narrowed further and Lex sighed. “Fine.” He grabbed his phone and called the news station. By the time Lex was done on the phone, Superman was gone. Lex leaned on the balcony and sighed-maybe it was time to move on.
Perhaps swanky billionaire Bruce Wayne was in the market for a companion.
* * *
Conner was watching the old Ninja Turtle’s cartoon when Don came in from work.
“Honey, I’m home!” Don called out, thinking that it was Clark in his apartment. Conner stood from the couch and joined Don in the kitchen.
“Clark went to go talk to Lex.” Conner informed him. Don looked at the kid, noting the similarities between Conner and Clark. He had the same jawline and nose. And the hair. He smiled softly at him and held out his hand.
“Don Flack.” He said. Conner shook his hand, squeezing a little harder than necessary.
“Conner Kent.” He replied evenly, though he was still holding a bit of a grudge from the whole museum incident. Conner returned to the living room, Don passing through to change out of his work clothes. He was sidetracked by the cartoon though and he sat with Conner on the couch and watched it with him.
After the show, Don went to get changed in to casual clothes and Conner called Cassie to chat since he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to make the Titan’s meeting. It all depended on whether or not Clark could trust Lex to not take him back as soon as he was in a location that Lex knew of. Though he was sure no one was happy with Luthor having that knowledge.
Conner was stretched out on the couch when Don re-emerged from his room. He was kind of grinning too.
“Oh really?” He said with a recognizable gleam in his eyes. He chuckled, low and husky. Don raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. Conner chuckled again as he listened. “Well, aren’t you just a bad girl?” He asked in a low voice.
“Take that someplace private!” Don commanded as he realized what was going on. Conner smirked a little and stood, disappearing in to the guest bedroom. Don rolled his eyes a little and started to fix dinner for the three of them. He wasn’t sure when Clark would be home, but he figured he’d cook for him.
* * *
It was almost midnight when Clark came home. Conner and Don were watching The Fellowship of the Ring when he arrived home. Well, Don was watching it while Conner dozed, curled up on one couch cushion. Clark waved a polite hello, but immediately headed for the bathroom. Clark did that often, when he came home he’d go right to the shower. When they had first started dating, Don had thought that Clark was having an affair-now he realized it was just him trying to wash off whatever horrors he had faced as Superman before returning to being Clark Kent fully.
Don shook Conner awake, paused the movie, and then stood to go and heat up Clark’s plate of food. Conner arose quickly, yawning and stretching, before joining Don in the kitchen, listening while Clark sang some love song in the shower. Don winced… he loved Clark, but his singing could use some work. Clark emerged from the shower, dressed in flannel pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt.
“You’re late.” Don said. Clark yawned as he sat down to eat.
“Earthquake in East Asia.” He responded with his mouth full. Don gave Conner a sly wink.
“Always with the natural disasters… like I’m gonna believe that excuse again.” He said with mock irritation. Clark’s head snapped up, about to defend himself when he saw the grin. He rolled his eyes.
“Well, Kara’ll be around tomorrow to be Metropolis’ woman of steel.” He said. “So we’ll go out tomorrow.” He cleared his plate. “Right now I’m gonna get some sleep.” He said. Don and Conner nodded.
“I’ll be in as soon as my movie’s over.” Don said. Clark smiled, kissed Don sweetly, and dropped a kiss on Conner’s head.
“Night guys.” He said.
“Good night.” They said in unison.
“Tomorrow should be fun.” Don said as the bedroom door closed. Conner nodded.
“Think I’ll head to bed too.” Conner said. Don nodded.
“Night kiddo.” He said. Conner smiled and disappeared in to the guest room once more. Don sank on the couch and clicked to play the movie again. He liked Conner so far. He couldn’t wait to spend more time with him.