D E L I G H T F U L ~

A very very tiny little issue that causes so problem at all- OW.

“Superman, a word?” Batman rumbled from the other side of the table

Clark sighs, following Bruce off to the commons of the Watch Tower and rubs absently at his jaw.

Bruce comes to a sudden stop once they are alone. “What’s the matter with you.”

Ah, Clark never misses the bluntness that comes free with his friend. “Nothing.” Bruce’s bat-ears go back on his head, reminding Clark a lot of a cat going ‘airplane’. “My jaw hurts.”

Humming, Bruce takes a mini x-ray out of his tool-belt. Clark decides not to ask as to why he just has one. Bruce places the x-ray along Clark’s right side of his face, takes a picture, and repeats on the other.

Bruce looks down at the results and hums again. “Your wisdom teeth need to be removed… interesting.”

“What? Whats interesting?”

“I’m guess Kryptonians used to have 40 teeth before they, similarly to humans, lost use for the back 8.”

“I have extra teeth?”

“Clark, you have fangs as canines. Having an extra 4 to the normal extra 4 to humans isn’t a big deal. I can set up a day for you get them removed in the cave. I just have to make some low-leveled krypton anesthesia compared to what we have in the Tower and some kryptonite utensils to actually get them out.”

Bruce pockets his x-ray and pulls out an ice pack. “Put this on. It should help a bit until the surgery.”

Taking the pack, Clark pulls Bruce into a hug. “Thank you.”

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