Fic: The Justice League and the Mission to Get All The Candy In The World! (SV- Lexmas verse)
The Justice League and the Mission to Get All The Candy In The World!
by Tracy lunarknightz
Rating: PG
Category: Future Fic, Chlark, Lex
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, don't you think I'd have reigned in AlMiles by now?
Spoilers: "Lexmas", really. Prior knowledge of the Lexmas verse might help, too, but could be read without.
Summary: Clark doesn't do costumes. And he's spending one in an unfamiliar one, courtesy of his kids.
“It’s a complete mockery of everything I stand for.” Clark muttered, as he watched a pair of tiny Supermen with full candy baskets walk down the sidewalk. “For thousands of years the House of El stood strong, and now it’s come to this.”
“Oh please.” Chloe grinned, and grabbed the candy dish away from her husband. “I seem to recall someone dressing up like Warrior Angel when he was younger.”
Clark shook his head. “It was a dare.” He frowned, remembering the costume he’d worn to the eighth grade dance at Smallville Junior High. “Pete made me do it.”
“And that would be why your Mom has pictures of you dressing up like Warrior Angel for years.” She smiled. “You were really cute when you were a pumpkin, though.”
“I was five.” Clark sighed. “I’m going to ban you from looking through Mom’s old photo albums.”
“Stronger men than you have tried to stop me from getting a scoop.” Chloe grinned. “But still, my point stands. For a man who claims he hates costumes…”
“I do.”
“Carlos.” She winked. “Not to mention the big blue costume you wear every day…”
“My Superman suit is not a costume.” Clark said defiantly. “It’s a uniform.”
“Code-speak for expensive costume.”
“Chloe..”
“You forget, I’ve helped Ollie with his accounting. Do you have any idea how much Arrow gear costs? It’s incredible. And he doesn’t have the protective aura around him that you do. Or a Mom willing to sew his costumes. And don’t get me started on Bruce. He just goes full speed with the crazy. It’s a good thing you don’t need massive amounts of Kevlar to keep you safe.” She smiled, running her hands up and down his leather clad chest.
“Please.” Clark sighed, leaning against the hallway wall. “Halloween is such a stupid holiday.”
“Little pitchers have big ears.” Chloe warned him. “You’re just upset with the costumes they picked out.”
“I don’t do costumes. You know that.” Clark fiddled with the uncomfortable form fitting outfit. “Why am I doing this again?”
“Because,” Chloe grinned widely. “You’re a good Daddy.”
“Yeah.” Clark sighed. “You think?”
“I do.” Chloe grinned. “Enough that we can have more fun with these costumes later.”
“That, I like.” Clark grinned.
Two tiny superheroes came thundering into the hallway.
“Ready, Daddy!” Eleven year old Lara said, striking a pose in her outfit. “Wait, my tiara’s not straight!” She cried, and ran her fingers through her blonde hair and adjusting it. “Is that better?”
“Perfect.” Clark said. “You make the best Wonder Woman ever!”
Lara beamed. “I’ve even got a lasso just like her!”
“Let’s go!” Five year old Jordan said, waving his treat basket exuberantly through the air. “I’m ready!” He said, sprinting towards the door.
“Hold on there, Batman!” Chloe reached out and caught her son by the cape of his costume. “Even Superheroes have to hold their Daddy’s hand while trick-or-treating.”
“Do I havta?” Jordan’s dismay was clear, even with the minature cowl covering most of his head.
“You.” Clark said, taking his son’s hand in his own, and squeezing it. “But I bet us guys are gonna get more candy than Mommy and Lara, won’t we?”
Jordan nodded, while Chloe shot her husband a look. “You think your overgrown Power Ranger outfit can compete with this piece of work?” She motioned to the tight black leotard and fishnet stockings that comprised her Black Canary costume.
“Mooooommy!” Jordan sighed, stretching the word into several syllables. “He’s the Green Arrow! That’s way cooler than Power Rangers!”
“Wonder Woman is cooler that the Green Arrow.” Lara said triumphantly. “She has a tiara, and bracelets and a magic lasso, and an invisible jet.”
“Batman has the Batmobile and Batarangs!” Jordan exclaimed.
“You know, I think Superman’s pretty cool.” Clark said fiddling with the sunglasses on the top of his head.
“Please, Dad.” Lara rolled her eyes.
“Yeah.” Jordan nodded. “He doesn’t have any toys.”
Chloe could barely hold back her laughter. “Superman’s my favorite.” She said with a tone of mirth. “Don’t we have a mission to complete, or are we going to sit around talking all night until Batman has to go to bed?”
”Yeah!” Jordan cried, throwing his hands up into the air. “We’re the Justice League, and our mission is to get all the candy in the world….no, the universe!”
”Let’s go.” Lara grabbed Chloe’s hand and pulled her out the door.
“Remind me again why we’re doing this?” Clark asked, as they waited at the bottom of the steps for Lara and Jordan. “If Ollie finds out about this, he’s never going to let me live it down.”
“It’s for the kids. You give them this, and I’ll give you your treats later.”
Clark grinned. “Promise?”
“Yeah.”
The kids bounded back down the steps, and the Kent family started to walk towards the next house down, only to almost run into a small redheaded Wonder Woman and a shorter brunette Robin, being escorted around by an adult in a Flash costume.”
Lara ran to her best friend, Lilly, and they started comparing costumes, while Jordan and Julian started playing with their toy Batarangs and Birdarangs.
“Doesn’t this suck?” Lex said in a soft voice to Clark and Chloe. “I mean, the tights really ride up your ass.” He muttered, as he tried to adjust his costume.
“Yeah, but you really have to fly in tights to experience the ultimate wedgie.” Clark said softly. “Trust me.”
Author's Note: Chloe is dressed up as Black Canary- the superhero girlfriend of Green Arrow in the comics. Assume that Clark is wearing a version of Ollie's SV outfit. Lex, in this verse, of course chose to drop out of the senate race. Lilly is his daughter with Lana, and Julian is son with his second wife, who has already been revealed in other stories if you look close enough. Hee.)
by Tracy lunarknightz
Rating: PG
Category: Future Fic, Chlark, Lex
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, don't you think I'd have reigned in AlMiles by now?
Spoilers: "Lexmas", really. Prior knowledge of the Lexmas verse might help, too, but could be read without.
Summary: Clark doesn't do costumes. And he's spending one in an unfamiliar one, courtesy of his kids.
“It’s a complete mockery of everything I stand for.” Clark muttered, as he watched a pair of tiny Supermen with full candy baskets walk down the sidewalk. “For thousands of years the House of El stood strong, and now it’s come to this.”
“Oh please.” Chloe grinned, and grabbed the candy dish away from her husband. “I seem to recall someone dressing up like Warrior Angel when he was younger.”
Clark shook his head. “It was a dare.” He frowned, remembering the costume he’d worn to the eighth grade dance at Smallville Junior High. “Pete made me do it.”
“And that would be why your Mom has pictures of you dressing up like Warrior Angel for years.” She smiled. “You were really cute when you were a pumpkin, though.”
“I was five.” Clark sighed. “I’m going to ban you from looking through Mom’s old photo albums.”
“Stronger men than you have tried to stop me from getting a scoop.” Chloe grinned. “But still, my point stands. For a man who claims he hates costumes…”
“I do.”
“Carlos.” She winked. “Not to mention the big blue costume you wear every day…”
“My Superman suit is not a costume.” Clark said defiantly. “It’s a uniform.”
“Code-speak for expensive costume.”
“Chloe..”
“You forget, I’ve helped Ollie with his accounting. Do you have any idea how much Arrow gear costs? It’s incredible. And he doesn’t have the protective aura around him that you do. Or a Mom willing to sew his costumes. And don’t get me started on Bruce. He just goes full speed with the crazy. It’s a good thing you don’t need massive amounts of Kevlar to keep you safe.” She smiled, running her hands up and down his leather clad chest.
“Please.” Clark sighed, leaning against the hallway wall. “Halloween is such a stupid holiday.”
“Little pitchers have big ears.” Chloe warned him. “You’re just upset with the costumes they picked out.”
“I don’t do costumes. You know that.” Clark fiddled with the uncomfortable form fitting outfit. “Why am I doing this again?”
“Because,” Chloe grinned widely. “You’re a good Daddy.”
“Yeah.” Clark sighed. “You think?”
“I do.” Chloe grinned. “Enough that we can have more fun with these costumes later.”
“That, I like.” Clark grinned.
Two tiny superheroes came thundering into the hallway.
“Ready, Daddy!” Eleven year old Lara said, striking a pose in her outfit. “Wait, my tiara’s not straight!” She cried, and ran her fingers through her blonde hair and adjusting it. “Is that better?”
“Perfect.” Clark said. “You make the best Wonder Woman ever!”
Lara beamed. “I’ve even got a lasso just like her!”
“Let’s go!” Five year old Jordan said, waving his treat basket exuberantly through the air. “I’m ready!” He said, sprinting towards the door.
“Hold on there, Batman!” Chloe reached out and caught her son by the cape of his costume. “Even Superheroes have to hold their Daddy’s hand while trick-or-treating.”
“Do I havta?” Jordan’s dismay was clear, even with the minature cowl covering most of his head.
“You.” Clark said, taking his son’s hand in his own, and squeezing it. “But I bet us guys are gonna get more candy than Mommy and Lara, won’t we?”
Jordan nodded, while Chloe shot her husband a look. “You think your overgrown Power Ranger outfit can compete with this piece of work?” She motioned to the tight black leotard and fishnet stockings that comprised her Black Canary costume.
“Mooooommy!” Jordan sighed, stretching the word into several syllables. “He’s the Green Arrow! That’s way cooler than Power Rangers!”
“Wonder Woman is cooler that the Green Arrow.” Lara said triumphantly. “She has a tiara, and bracelets and a magic lasso, and an invisible jet.”
“Batman has the Batmobile and Batarangs!” Jordan exclaimed.
“You know, I think Superman’s pretty cool.” Clark said fiddling with the sunglasses on the top of his head.
“Please, Dad.” Lara rolled her eyes.
“Yeah.” Jordan nodded. “He doesn’t have any toys.”
Chloe could barely hold back her laughter. “Superman’s my favorite.” She said with a tone of mirth. “Don’t we have a mission to complete, or are we going to sit around talking all night until Batman has to go to bed?”
”Yeah!” Jordan cried, throwing his hands up into the air. “We’re the Justice League, and our mission is to get all the candy in the world….no, the universe!”
”Let’s go.” Lara grabbed Chloe’s hand and pulled her out the door.
“Remind me again why we’re doing this?” Clark asked, as they waited at the bottom of the steps for Lara and Jordan. “If Ollie finds out about this, he’s never going to let me live it down.”
“It’s for the kids. You give them this, and I’ll give you your treats later.”
Clark grinned. “Promise?”
“Yeah.”
The kids bounded back down the steps, and the Kent family started to walk towards the next house down, only to almost run into a small redheaded Wonder Woman and a shorter brunette Robin, being escorted around by an adult in a Flash costume.”
Lara ran to her best friend, Lilly, and they started comparing costumes, while Jordan and Julian started playing with their toy Batarangs and Birdarangs.
“Doesn’t this suck?” Lex said in a soft voice to Clark and Chloe. “I mean, the tights really ride up your ass.” He muttered, as he tried to adjust his costume.
“Yeah, but you really have to fly in tights to experience the ultimate wedgie.” Clark said softly. “Trust me.”
Author's Note: Chloe is dressed up as Black Canary- the superhero girlfriend of Green Arrow in the comics. Assume that Clark is wearing a version of Ollie's SV outfit. Lex, in this verse, of course chose to drop out of the senate race. Lilly is his daughter with Lana, and Julian is son with his second wife, who has already been revealed in other stories if you look close enough. Hee.)