So many sights to see, so wake up like an early birdie
Who: Superman isitablurred and a Robin birdthright
When: October 20th, morning?
Where: The batcave, and then the city.
Summary: After receiving a mysterious message about Damian's cat, Clark comes to investigate.
Warnings: Stroppy littlest Robin is the stroppiest. Warnings added if necessary.
The cave was forboding - as usual - even without its usual inhabitant. Bruce was still gone, almost a fortnight later, and Clark was beginning to think that he simply wouldn't come back at all. What would that mean for this place? For the Robins that relied on it, on Bruce? Some of them were his sons by name, they needed their father, not only because he was Batman but for... Well, to function as normal human beings. Clark knew what it was like. He knew what it meant to revert back into the side that saved because it meant you didn't have to feel; he'd done it himself. But at least in a way he'd been functional--an alien from another planet, sure, but the least he had done was backslide into alien and not villain.
Seeing Jason the other day, getting that message from Damian this morning... He could do more for them; he had to.
So he was at the batcave moments later, shaking off the morning's dreams. He'd snatched maybe an hour's sleep, but though he looked weary, a little sunlight went a long way for a living breathing Kryptonian solar battery.
"Damian? You around here?"
When: October 20th, morning?
Where: The batcave, and then the city.
Summary: After receiving a mysterious message about Damian's cat, Clark comes to investigate.
Warnings: Stroppy littlest Robin is the stroppiest. Warnings added if necessary.
The cave was forboding - as usual - even without its usual inhabitant. Bruce was still gone, almost a fortnight later, and Clark was beginning to think that he simply wouldn't come back at all. What would that mean for this place? For the Robins that relied on it, on Bruce? Some of them were his sons by name, they needed their father, not only because he was Batman but for... Well, to function as normal human beings. Clark knew what it was like. He knew what it meant to revert back into the side that saved because it meant you didn't have to feel; he'd done it himself. But at least in a way he'd been functional--an alien from another planet, sure, but the least he had done was backslide into alien and not villain.
Seeing Jason the other day, getting that message from Damian this morning... He could do more for them; he had to.
So he was at the batcave moments later, shaking off the morning's dreams. He'd snatched maybe an hour's sleep, but though he looked weary, a little sunlight went a long way for a living breathing Kryptonian solar battery.
"Damian? You around here?"