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Title: Untitled
Pairing: Clark/Bruce, Implied Tim/Arthur
Rating: Above 13
Prompt: Bond
Spoilers: None
Warnings: This was quick.
Word Count: Approx. 1367
Summary: Tim makes Clark belong.
AN: Because I never planned on participating in the "bond" challenge as I have other stuff to work on but I read arch_schatten's Happy Paradox story again because I really like it so I'd started on this and finishing it, normally would keep friends lock until later but I realize it could work for the challenge. Unbeta, as in mistakes are all mine.
Unlocked for worlds_finest's "Bond" challenge
Up the stairs, Tim took two at once and slowed down in the middle hoping that Alfred didn't see him, then took off the shoes and ran around the corner sliding on the polished floor, again avoid Alfred's detection until he reached his destination.
The rosewood inlay doors to the upstairs family room or formally called the den was closed, these days that usually meant Bruce had company.
Tim knocked on the door quietly, pretty sure they would hear him.
"Come in Tim."
Breathing deeply, Tim pasted on a smiling face and opened the door.
The big screen TV on the wall was showing the TIVO edition of the Daytona 500, something that Clark enjoyed and Bruce tolerated, next to the brown leather sofa was the popcorn machine that Bruce setup for his guest and sitting on the couch was Clark glued to the set, eating popcorn and occasionally rubbing Bruce's feet that were in his lap. Taking no interest in the outcome of the race, the master of the house reclined in the leather and read Gotham's most popular business magazine, he just finished reading the Gotham Gazette that laid next to him on the floor.
Tim walked up to behind the couch and bend over stealing popcorn out of the Clark's bowl when he was automatically ruffled by a buttery hand.
"Hey!" Tim tried to smooth back his hair into a decent style.
Clark glanced back and smiled, "You shouldn't get in-between a man and his popcorn." returning to his race.
With his hair in reasonable order, "I'll remember that. Sheesh."
Bruce look over his magazine, just showing his eyes but Tim swears he's smiling, but that's okay. In his expert opinion, Bruce needs to smile more.
"Considering he does this every time you greet him in one form or another, you should know how to deal with Clark by now, Tim."
Tim turns his back on both and walk over to the other side of the popcorn machine where they can't see him and takes out his own bowl to filled it. He rolls his eyes, makes talking hand gestures and mouths quietly, repeated what Bruce just said.
Clark, not minding them both starts laughing in the middle of the race and Tim knows he's been busted.
*******
Sitting on the floor next to the two of them, eating popcorn and listening to Clark explain about the race and events leading up to the finals. It keeps Tim interested, however he had come here in the first place with need to discuss something important.
In the quiet of the next few laps, Tim casually spoke up, "Um, I haven't heard from Arthur in a while, have you guys talked to him lately?"
Clark stopped eating and thought about it, "Nope. I haven't seen him since the last rotation meeting, a month ago? Bruce?"
Clark turned to Bruce who was looking at Tim very seriously, pulling his feet out of Clark's lap. "No, I haven't seen him since then as well. Why Tim? You have more contact with him these days instead, so why are you asking us?"
Tim put his bowl down and sighed, "Well, he canceled the last three dates in three weeks. At first I was keeping it cool, you know, we're both can get quite busy very quickly, but I found some time in my schedule to be with him, and it feels like he avoiding me, so I was wondering, even though I know it isn't bat business..."
Clark interrupted, "Have you tried your communicator?"
"Yes, for the last two weeks, his says he's busy but in the last three days, I haven't received any responses. Normally, I wouldn't bother and just wait until I saw him and ignore him until he begged to see me again, but," Tim paced on the rug and pulled at his shirt like a nervous habit going bad, "but I don't know, I keep getting a feeling there is something wrong."
Tim finally ran out of steam and faced them both, Clark pulled Tim into the chair so he sat in the middle between them and they both looked at Bruce. Bruce sat quietly listening to Tim and while he wasn't totally comfortable with this situation with Tim and Arthur's relationship, Arthur knew the dire warnings he would find himself in if he hurt Tim purposely so he also found it odd that Arthur hasn't talked to Tim, and if this started to worry Timothy, it cascaded. This time it was Tim, Clark and now him.
He asked, "What do you want to do?"
With relief Tim replied, "I want to take the sub to check on him."
As Bruce decided on the pros and cons of this venture, Clark watched and kept silent. He wanted to say that we're going with him, that even though he's old enough to make these decisions we are not letting him go by himself if there is a real danger in Atlantis. Even though he knew of Bruce's plans of adopting Tim, he wasn't that confident yet of the relationship dynamics between the three of them.
Before Bruce said anything he asked, "Clark, what do you think?"
"Me?"
Now both were looking at him, Tim followed up on Bruce's statement. "Yes, your opinion means a lot to me."
He wasn't sure what this feeling was yet but he felt like a million bucks, "I think we should go see if Arthur is all right and if he is then he will have hell to pay for making Tim worry."
Tim smiled and hugged Clark, "Thanks, that exactly what I wanted to hear. Bruce?"
Bruce grinned, "Yeah, go downstairs and get the gear ready, we'll be right behind you."
Before closing the doors, Clark could hear Tim running across the polished floors in his socks, "You know Alfred going to catch him one of these days and make him polish every inch of wood in the house."
Bruce continued to grin and starting to worry Clark, "...um, did I say something wrong?"
Crawling in the couch, Bruce found his way over to Clark side and kissed him gently on the lips. "You know Tim respects you, admires you, even adores you in some ways, but today," Bruce got up and walked over to the doors and looked at the man left on the sofa, "today I guess whether you like it or not, you are part of this clan. Use your responsibility well."
Giggling seem appropriate at this moment as Clark watched Bruce's leaving because for this single moment, him, a man who harness enormous power, who probably could take over the world single-handedly, destroy his enemies to prevent any of his loved one from hurt, always visited the "Stately Wayne Manor" as he would break and crumble it if he touched anything.
If he told Bruce his inner thoughts on this subject, he would laugh and tell Clark he was being silly but everything to Clark in Bruce's home always felt as either to expensive, to delicate and too fine for him, where every footstep was taken in seriousness. But today with a strange hand of fate towards Clark, he felt, besides his parent's home, he was a part of this place.
He had another place to call home now and he was absolutely and deliriously happy.
Clark turned off the TV and cleaned up the place quickly and before closing the rosewood doors Bruce's birthday present on his wrist signaled.
Tim's voice came in clear, "Clark we're waiting for you, come on."
Raising it to his mouth, "Coming Tim." He planned on flying down but the feeling wouldn't go away.
He took off his shoes.
*******
Reaching down to the cave, Bruce wearing his gear already had a message for Clark.
"Since you seem to have so much enjoyment with gliding, you will have even more fun polishing all the floors in the home when you return."
Alfred
Pairing: Clark/Bruce, Implied Tim/Arthur
Rating: Above 13
Prompt: Bond
Spoilers: None
Warnings: This was quick.
Word Count: Approx. 1367
Summary: Tim makes Clark belong.
AN: Because I never planned on participating in the "bond" challenge as I have other stuff to work on but I read arch_schatten's Happy Paradox story again because I really like it so I'd started on this and finishing it, normally would keep friends lock until later but I realize it could work for the challenge. Unbeta, as in mistakes are all mine.
Unlocked for worlds_finest's "Bond" challenge
Up the stairs, Tim took two at once and slowed down in the middle hoping that Alfred didn't see him, then took off the shoes and ran around the corner sliding on the polished floor, again avoid Alfred's detection until he reached his destination.
The rosewood inlay doors to the upstairs family room or formally called the den was closed, these days that usually meant Bruce had company.
Tim knocked on the door quietly, pretty sure they would hear him.
"Come in Tim."
Breathing deeply, Tim pasted on a smiling face and opened the door.
The big screen TV on the wall was showing the TIVO edition of the Daytona 500, something that Clark enjoyed and Bruce tolerated, next to the brown leather sofa was the popcorn machine that Bruce setup for his guest and sitting on the couch was Clark glued to the set, eating popcorn and occasionally rubbing Bruce's feet that were in his lap. Taking no interest in the outcome of the race, the master of the house reclined in the leather and read Gotham's most popular business magazine, he just finished reading the Gotham Gazette that laid next to him on the floor.
Tim walked up to behind the couch and bend over stealing popcorn out of the Clark's bowl when he was automatically ruffled by a buttery hand.
"Hey!" Tim tried to smooth back his hair into a decent style.
Clark glanced back and smiled, "You shouldn't get in-between a man and his popcorn." returning to his race.
With his hair in reasonable order, "I'll remember that. Sheesh."
Bruce look over his magazine, just showing his eyes but Tim swears he's smiling, but that's okay. In his expert opinion, Bruce needs to smile more.
"Considering he does this every time you greet him in one form or another, you should know how to deal with Clark by now, Tim."
Tim turns his back on both and walk over to the other side of the popcorn machine where they can't see him and takes out his own bowl to filled it. He rolls his eyes, makes talking hand gestures and mouths quietly, repeated what Bruce just said.
Clark, not minding them both starts laughing in the middle of the race and Tim knows he's been busted.
*******
Sitting on the floor next to the two of them, eating popcorn and listening to Clark explain about the race and events leading up to the finals. It keeps Tim interested, however he had come here in the first place with need to discuss something important.
In the quiet of the next few laps, Tim casually spoke up, "Um, I haven't heard from Arthur in a while, have you guys talked to him lately?"
Clark stopped eating and thought about it, "Nope. I haven't seen him since the last rotation meeting, a month ago? Bruce?"
Clark turned to Bruce who was looking at Tim very seriously, pulling his feet out of Clark's lap. "No, I haven't seen him since then as well. Why Tim? You have more contact with him these days instead, so why are you asking us?"
Tim put his bowl down and sighed, "Well, he canceled the last three dates in three weeks. At first I was keeping it cool, you know, we're both can get quite busy very quickly, but I found some time in my schedule to be with him, and it feels like he avoiding me, so I was wondering, even though I know it isn't bat business..."
Clark interrupted, "Have you tried your communicator?"
"Yes, for the last two weeks, his says he's busy but in the last three days, I haven't received any responses. Normally, I wouldn't bother and just wait until I saw him and ignore him until he begged to see me again, but," Tim paced on the rug and pulled at his shirt like a nervous habit going bad, "but I don't know, I keep getting a feeling there is something wrong."
Tim finally ran out of steam and faced them both, Clark pulled Tim into the chair so he sat in the middle between them and they both looked at Bruce. Bruce sat quietly listening to Tim and while he wasn't totally comfortable with this situation with Tim and Arthur's relationship, Arthur knew the dire warnings he would find himself in if he hurt Tim purposely so he also found it odd that Arthur hasn't talked to Tim, and if this started to worry Timothy, it cascaded. This time it was Tim, Clark and now him.
He asked, "What do you want to do?"
With relief Tim replied, "I want to take the sub to check on him."
As Bruce decided on the pros and cons of this venture, Clark watched and kept silent. He wanted to say that we're going with him, that even though he's old enough to make these decisions we are not letting him go by himself if there is a real danger in Atlantis. Even though he knew of Bruce's plans of adopting Tim, he wasn't that confident yet of the relationship dynamics between the three of them.
Before Bruce said anything he asked, "Clark, what do you think?"
"Me?"
Now both were looking at him, Tim followed up on Bruce's statement. "Yes, your opinion means a lot to me."
He wasn't sure what this feeling was yet but he felt like a million bucks, "I think we should go see if Arthur is all right and if he is then he will have hell to pay for making Tim worry."
Tim smiled and hugged Clark, "Thanks, that exactly what I wanted to hear. Bruce?"
Bruce grinned, "Yeah, go downstairs and get the gear ready, we'll be right behind you."
Before closing the doors, Clark could hear Tim running across the polished floors in his socks, "You know Alfred going to catch him one of these days and make him polish every inch of wood in the house."
Bruce continued to grin and starting to worry Clark, "...um, did I say something wrong?"
Crawling in the couch, Bruce found his way over to Clark side and kissed him gently on the lips. "You know Tim respects you, admires you, even adores you in some ways, but today," Bruce got up and walked over to the doors and looked at the man left on the sofa, "today I guess whether you like it or not, you are part of this clan. Use your responsibility well."
Giggling seem appropriate at this moment as Clark watched Bruce's leaving because for this single moment, him, a man who harness enormous power, who probably could take over the world single-handedly, destroy his enemies to prevent any of his loved one from hurt, always visited the "Stately Wayne Manor" as he would break and crumble it if he touched anything.
If he told Bruce his inner thoughts on this subject, he would laugh and tell Clark he was being silly but everything to Clark in Bruce's home always felt as either to expensive, to delicate and too fine for him, where every footstep was taken in seriousness. But today with a strange hand of fate towards Clark, he felt, besides his parent's home, he was a part of this place.
He had another place to call home now and he was absolutely and deliriously happy.
Clark turned off the TV and cleaned up the place quickly and before closing the rosewood doors Bruce's birthday present on his wrist signaled.
Tim's voice came in clear, "Clark we're waiting for you, come on."
Raising it to his mouth, "Coming Tim." He planned on flying down but the feeling wouldn't go away.
He took off his shoes.
*******
Reaching down to the cave, Bruce wearing his gear already had a message for Clark.
"Since you seem to have so much enjoyment with gliding, you will have even more fun polishing all the floors in the home when you return."
Alfred