FIC: Punch Drunk Love, Part Three
Title: Punch Drunk Love
Clex
Previous Parts: Part One ♥ Part Two
I'm still in denial that this is a WiP. But someone asked for Kon's perspective after the first part.
Eight Hours Ago
“Do you think that they’re-”
“No!” Conner stopped his pacing and held his hands up. He eyed Tim seriously, as though warning him not to keep speaking. “Nothing happened. Nothing is happening. Superman said he’d put Luthor to bed, and I’m sure he did.”
“Not if Luthor had anything to say about it.”
“Ahhh!” Conner put his hands over his ears and curled up into a ball on Tim’s bed.
Tim frowned. “Most children of divorce would be happy to find that their parents were still interested in each other.”
“No, they- Stoppit!” Conner sat up and tried to glare at him, but Tim was impervious, as always. “They were never married.”
“And the rest of the world has to suffer for it. How can we be upset that they’re making love not war?”
Conner shuddered and pulled his knees to his chest. “I can’t believe they’d do that in the Watchtower.”
“I can.”
“Well, not all of us are the world’s greatest detectives, okay?” Conner sighed. “It’s just so hard to imagine. They fight all the time.”
“They’re hardly the first lovers to fight all the time.” Tim swiveled around in his chair. “I know people compare Supes and Luthor to Bats and Joker, but it’s really always been more like Batman and Catwoman to me, if you get what I mean.”
Conner frowned stubbornly. “I don’t.”
“Superman doesn’t approve of some of the things Luthor does. Batman doesn’t... approve of anything. But especially Catwoman’s nightly activities.” Tim held his hands up. “That’s my analogy, anyway. I picked up on it a while ago. They’re more obvious than they think they are.”
Conner flopped back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling for a long time. At some point TIm silently slunk over and sat next to him.
“It’ll be fine, you know. Want to go downstairs for a snack?”
“How can you think of food at a time like this?”
“You’re always hungry. At a time like what? When Superman and Lex Luthor might be making you a baby brother?”
Conner grew quiet, and his eyes became rounder and rounder. After a long moment of awkward silence, he whispered in horror, “They couldn’t. Could they? They... they’re...”
“Guys. But you remember the tests we did. There’s a good chance-”
“But they wouldn’t- They’d use protection, right? Right?!”
Tim shrugged. “Because they’ve been so responsible and mature so far?”
Conner pinched his lips together, then launched into the air and flew over to grab his phone.
“Answer answer answer answer!”
“You could send Clark a text?”
“I don’t know if he knows how to answer it...”
Tim pulled on Conner’s leg, bringing him back down to the floor.
“Okay. Sent.”
“What did you say?”
“To use a freaken condom. Ahhhh,” Conner groaned and sat on the desk. “My parents are like horny, irresponsible teenagers!”
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Clex
Previous Parts: Part One ♥ Part Two
I'm still in denial that this is a WiP. But someone asked for Kon's perspective after the first part.
Eight Hours Ago
“Do you think that they’re-”
“No!” Conner stopped his pacing and held his hands up. He eyed Tim seriously, as though warning him not to keep speaking. “Nothing happened. Nothing is happening. Superman said he’d put Luthor to bed, and I’m sure he did.”
“Not if Luthor had anything to say about it.”
“Ahhh!” Conner put his hands over his ears and curled up into a ball on Tim’s bed.
Tim frowned. “Most children of divorce would be happy to find that their parents were still interested in each other.”
“No, they- Stoppit!” Conner sat up and tried to glare at him, but Tim was impervious, as always. “They were never married.”
“And the rest of the world has to suffer for it. How can we be upset that they’re making love not war?”
Conner shuddered and pulled his knees to his chest. “I can’t believe they’d do that in the Watchtower.”
“I can.”
“Well, not all of us are the world’s greatest detectives, okay?” Conner sighed. “It’s just so hard to imagine. They fight all the time.”
“They’re hardly the first lovers to fight all the time.” Tim swiveled around in his chair. “I know people compare Supes and Luthor to Bats and Joker, but it’s really always been more like Batman and Catwoman to me, if you get what I mean.”
Conner frowned stubbornly. “I don’t.”
“Superman doesn’t approve of some of the things Luthor does. Batman doesn’t... approve of anything. But especially Catwoman’s nightly activities.” Tim held his hands up. “That’s my analogy, anyway. I picked up on it a while ago. They’re more obvious than they think they are.”
Conner flopped back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling for a long time. At some point TIm silently slunk over and sat next to him.
“It’ll be fine, you know. Want to go downstairs for a snack?”
“How can you think of food at a time like this?”
“You’re always hungry. At a time like what? When Superman and Lex Luthor might be making you a baby brother?”
Conner grew quiet, and his eyes became rounder and rounder. After a long moment of awkward silence, he whispered in horror, “They couldn’t. Could they? They... they’re...”
“Guys. But you remember the tests we did. There’s a good chance-”
“But they wouldn’t- They’d use protection, right? Right?!”
Tim shrugged. “Because they’ve been so responsible and mature so far?”
Conner pinched his lips together, then launched into the air and flew over to grab his phone.
“Answer answer answer answer!”
“You could send Clark a text?”
“I don’t know if he knows how to answer it...”
Tim pulled on Conner’s leg, bringing him back down to the floor.
“Okay. Sent.”
“What did you say?”
“To use a freaken condom. Ahhhh,” Conner groaned and sat on the desk. “My parents are like horny, irresponsible teenagers!”
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