Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
Title: Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
Disclaimer: Not mine...sad, but true
Characters/Pairings: Bruce/Clark, Tim, Dick, Wally/John, Holly (the name I gave W/J's adopted daughter), and SANTA!
Rating: For any and all!
Warnings: Cheesier then Fondue and Sweeter then Sugar Plums!
Word Count: 1,132
Authors Note: This was meant to be a fluffy little holiday dribble that somehow grew into a huge helping of cheesy holiday delight. Special thanks to capefetish who helped me when I got stuck and to fictionalknight who helped me with technical difficulties.
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
Bruce would never understand children...ever. yesterday he was basically bouncing off of the walls, excited at theapproaching holiday and the arrival of Kris Kringle with a sack full of toys just for him. Now his face is barried in Bruce's stomach, hiding from Good Ol' St. Nick...or at least Clark dressed as him. But for all intensive purposes the man sitting there was Santa. And what baffled Bruce even further was that Tim could face and fight thugs like The Joker and Scarecrow who want to kill him and not loose even the slightest bit of his smile, yet when faced with a jolly fat man who wants to give him gifts the kid trembles and hides in fear.
Bruce was torn between letting Tim have his way, it did seem a bit strange to sit on Santa's lap, or making Tim face his fears so that he may conquer them. Of course the most through wayto solve the problem would be to just explain that Santa wasn't real and that it was just Clark in a fat suit and fake beard. But he could already hear Clark giving him a lecture on how that is wrong and terrible...comparring him to The Grinch and probably calling him Scrooge a few dozen times to boot. There just had to be another solution. And almost as if he could hear Bruce's inner dilema Wally walked up and whispered in Bruce's ear the very solution that he had been looking for.
"Holly was scared out of her mind to sit on his lap last year. John and I both had to sit on his lap before she would believe that it was not only okay but safe for her to." Apparently the trick had worked wonders because the hyperactive child started tugging impatiently on Wally's hand.
Whining "Daddy...Santa...Daddy...Daddy...Santa's waiting...Daddy."
With a chuckle he relased her hand giving her the go ahead and the child bounded toward the magical red suit, diving into his lap and earning herself a healthy "OOF!" just before the hearty "Ho! Ho! Ho!" that was customary of the jolly old elf. And Bruce watched as Wally walked over to where John was sitting smiling at the scene. Holly was soon whispering quickly into Santa's ear, telling him exactly everything her little heart desired. Bruce took this time to talk with Tim.
"Tim, it's okay. It's just Santa. Would it make you feel better if I sat on his lap? That way you can see that it's okay. Okay?" Bruce was awarded an exuberant nod of agreement.
As the joyfull little Holly finished she had her picture taken with Santa and skipped back to her fathers. Happily eating the candy cane she had been given. Bruce than walked up the ramp leading to the chair with as much dignity as he had, then giving Santa a small smile he sat down on the man's knee.
"My, my. Aren't you a big one! What can Santa bring to you this year, young man?"
Bruce was a little taken aback by Clark's positively perfect Santa voice and made a mental note to find out what other hidden talents the man possessed.
Feigning thinking hard Bruce leaned in as he whispered, "Clark, I don't want or need anything. I already got you. I think I'm set. But I do have to say you make a very good Santa. And you will have to tell me where you got the beard and suit...they are positively uncanny. Even up close they look compleatly real."
That earned him a hearty "Ho! Ho! Ho!" coming deep from within the red suited man.
"Hate to break it to you Bruce but I am not Clark. I'm Santa. But I am very happy that things are going well for you both. You both are very good boys and deserve to be happy."
Bruce rolled his eyes as he smiled for the customary photo and gladly took the candy cane as he strolled back to Tim. Bruce had barely reached him when Tim skuttled past him, needing no further incouragement, and jumped onto Santa's lap. He was soon whispering hurredly into his ear every toy imaginable that any child could possibly want. Bruce then took a moment to look down at the picture he had gotten of himself on Santa's knee.
"That picture is so going to end up on Ma's mantle this year. I hope you realize that."
The sound of Clark's voice coupled with his hand on Bruce's shoulder made Bruce nearly jump out of his skin. Bruce turned around quickally and stared wide eyed at Clark. But before he could say anything there was a flash followed swiftly by small arms encompassing his waist.
"Thanks Bruce. You were right Santa is so nice! He even gave me a candy cane." Tim said with the biggest smile he could muster without the peppermint delight slipping out of his mouth.
Bruce than spyed his older son Dick enter from the other side of the room and took the oppertunity to talk to Clark alone.
"Hey Tim. Look it's Dick. Why don't you go show him the picture of you and Santa?" Bruce suggested.
Tim looked up and soon was bounding toward his addoptive brother brandishing a small poloriod. Once out of earshot Bruce turned his attention back to Clark...who was not in a Santa suit, as Bruce had thought he was.
"I thought you were supposed to be Santa this year?"
"I found someone better to do it." Clark answered cheerfully.
"Who in the hell is in the suit Clark?" The slight amount panic Bruce felt slipped into his voice slightly. As he begain to try and figure out who he had just said the sappiest thing in this world to.
"Santa." Clark answered as if it were obveous.
"Clark, I am not playing here. Who is pretending to be Santa?" Bruce was now sporting a full on Bat-glare.
"Kris Kringle?" Clark answered with a cheesey grin.
Bruce glared more but before he could ask again, more sternly this time, there was once again a gentle hand placed onto his shoulder.
"It was lovely to have been here but I really do need to get back. Thanks for having me here. By the way, Bruce I just want to take this time to say sorry. I know it was quite a few years ago, but I mixed up your gift with another one. I hope you can forgive an old man, but it just isn't all that often that a 7 year old boy asks for ballet slippers, and only ballet slippers." The bearded man said with a smile handing Bruce a small box.
As Bruce looked on in shock Clark slowly opened the lid and pulled out a pair of black silk ballet slippers...in Bruce's size. And underneith it was the letter Bruce had secretly sent to Santa 20 years ago.
END!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Disclaimer: Not mine...sad, but true
Characters/Pairings: Bruce/Clark, Tim, Dick, Wally/John, Holly (the name I gave W/J's adopted daughter), and SANTA!
Rating: For any and all!
Warnings: Cheesier then Fondue and Sweeter then Sugar Plums!
Word Count: 1,132
Authors Note: This was meant to be a fluffy little holiday dribble that somehow grew into a huge helping of cheesy holiday delight. Special thanks to capefetish who helped me when I got stuck and to fictionalknight who helped me with technical difficulties.
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
Bruce would never understand children...ever. yesterday he was basically bouncing off of the walls, excited at theapproaching holiday and the arrival of Kris Kringle with a sack full of toys just for him. Now his face is barried in Bruce's stomach, hiding from Good Ol' St. Nick...or at least Clark dressed as him. But for all intensive purposes the man sitting there was Santa. And what baffled Bruce even further was that Tim could face and fight thugs like The Joker and Scarecrow who want to kill him and not loose even the slightest bit of his smile, yet when faced with a jolly fat man who wants to give him gifts the kid trembles and hides in fear.
Bruce was torn between letting Tim have his way, it did seem a bit strange to sit on Santa's lap, or making Tim face his fears so that he may conquer them. Of course the most through wayto solve the problem would be to just explain that Santa wasn't real and that it was just Clark in a fat suit and fake beard. But he could already hear Clark giving him a lecture on how that is wrong and terrible...comparring him to The Grinch and probably calling him Scrooge a few dozen times to boot. There just had to be another solution. And almost as if he could hear Bruce's inner dilema Wally walked up and whispered in Bruce's ear the very solution that he had been looking for.
"Holly was scared out of her mind to sit on his lap last year. John and I both had to sit on his lap before she would believe that it was not only okay but safe for her to." Apparently the trick had worked wonders because the hyperactive child started tugging impatiently on Wally's hand.
Whining "Daddy...Santa...Daddy...Daddy...Santa's waiting...Daddy."
With a chuckle he relased her hand giving her the go ahead and the child bounded toward the magical red suit, diving into his lap and earning herself a healthy "OOF!" just before the hearty "Ho! Ho! Ho!" that was customary of the jolly old elf. And Bruce watched as Wally walked over to where John was sitting smiling at the scene. Holly was soon whispering quickly into Santa's ear, telling him exactly everything her little heart desired. Bruce took this time to talk with Tim.
"Tim, it's okay. It's just Santa. Would it make you feel better if I sat on his lap? That way you can see that it's okay. Okay?" Bruce was awarded an exuberant nod of agreement.
As the joyfull little Holly finished she had her picture taken with Santa and skipped back to her fathers. Happily eating the candy cane she had been given. Bruce than walked up the ramp leading to the chair with as much dignity as he had, then giving Santa a small smile he sat down on the man's knee.
"My, my. Aren't you a big one! What can Santa bring to you this year, young man?"
Bruce was a little taken aback by Clark's positively perfect Santa voice and made a mental note to find out what other hidden talents the man possessed.
Feigning thinking hard Bruce leaned in as he whispered, "Clark, I don't want or need anything. I already got you. I think I'm set. But I do have to say you make a very good Santa. And you will have to tell me where you got the beard and suit...they are positively uncanny. Even up close they look compleatly real."
That earned him a hearty "Ho! Ho! Ho!" coming deep from within the red suited man.
"Hate to break it to you Bruce but I am not Clark. I'm Santa. But I am very happy that things are going well for you both. You both are very good boys and deserve to be happy."
Bruce rolled his eyes as he smiled for the customary photo and gladly took the candy cane as he strolled back to Tim. Bruce had barely reached him when Tim skuttled past him, needing no further incouragement, and jumped onto Santa's lap. He was soon whispering hurredly into his ear every toy imaginable that any child could possibly want. Bruce then took a moment to look down at the picture he had gotten of himself on Santa's knee.
"That picture is so going to end up on Ma's mantle this year. I hope you realize that."
The sound of Clark's voice coupled with his hand on Bruce's shoulder made Bruce nearly jump out of his skin. Bruce turned around quickally and stared wide eyed at Clark. But before he could say anything there was a flash followed swiftly by small arms encompassing his waist.
"Thanks Bruce. You were right Santa is so nice! He even gave me a candy cane." Tim said with the biggest smile he could muster without the peppermint delight slipping out of his mouth.
Bruce than spyed his older son Dick enter from the other side of the room and took the oppertunity to talk to Clark alone.
"Hey Tim. Look it's Dick. Why don't you go show him the picture of you and Santa?" Bruce suggested.
Tim looked up and soon was bounding toward his addoptive brother brandishing a small poloriod. Once out of earshot Bruce turned his attention back to Clark...who was not in a Santa suit, as Bruce had thought he was.
"I thought you were supposed to be Santa this year?"
"I found someone better to do it." Clark answered cheerfully.
"Who in the hell is in the suit Clark?" The slight amount panic Bruce felt slipped into his voice slightly. As he begain to try and figure out who he had just said the sappiest thing in this world to.
"Santa." Clark answered as if it were obveous.
"Clark, I am not playing here. Who is pretending to be Santa?" Bruce was now sporting a full on Bat-glare.
"Kris Kringle?" Clark answered with a cheesey grin.
Bruce glared more but before he could ask again, more sternly this time, there was once again a gentle hand placed onto his shoulder.
"It was lovely to have been here but I really do need to get back. Thanks for having me here. By the way, Bruce I just want to take this time to say sorry. I know it was quite a few years ago, but I mixed up your gift with another one. I hope you can forgive an old man, but it just isn't all that often that a 7 year old boy asks for ballet slippers, and only ballet slippers." The bearded man said with a smile handing Bruce a small box.
As Bruce looked on in shock Clark slowly opened the lid and pulled out a pair of black silk ballet slippers...in Bruce's size. And underneith it was the letter Bruce had secretly sent to Santa 20 years ago.
END!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!