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An awkward silence settled, Bruce knew he looked quite a lot like Clark, to the point that someone at the Planet had even mistaken them when he went to visit at one point, but to be called dad by his son was new.

"Sorry! I didn't mean that... sorry." Kon uttered quickly, stumbling slightly over his own words.

His ears were tinted slightly pink, it reminded him of the first time Tim or Jason called him dad, their whole face became red and they stormed out, the memory brought a chuckle out of him. "It's quite alright Kon, I know we bare a semblance."

Another awkward expression spread over the kryptonian's face. The meeting had been to go over his recent concerns about his powers going up in strength. It had then turned into Bruce lecturing him slightly on missteps taken in the field. Actually, "I'm curious though, why did you come to me instead of your father?"

The kid's eyes darted all across the room, like Clark was going to pop out of the walls any second now, "dunno, just wanted to go to you instead of superman." superman? not dad or Clark?

Bruce rounded the table, walking over to the security panel on the wall, a small rumbling of white noise filled the kryptonian's sensitive senses, the almost deafening sound of the world and planets going quiet with the noise. It also made it really hard not to feel the change in atmosphere in the room. "You don't call Clark 'dad' normally?"

The sudden focus of his senses made it almost unbarable to be under the sharp analytical gaze of The Batman, quickly mumbling out. "more like, at all." He slammed a hand over his mouth as quickly as the words came.

Note to also increase his stress testing, if he folded under pressure this easily, but that was for later. "At all?" Bruce raised an eyebrow, that didn't sound right when compared the the guy who would perk up like a happy puppy when Jon called him dad, or even when Bruce's kids would call him uncle.

Kon began fiddling with his jacket that was laying across his lap, flipping it over and touching the shoulder studs. "It's not that... he just gets this weird look on his face when I do, so I don't." He wasn't looking up from the jacket, even when he finished, keeping his eye down and hidden by his hair.

"A weird look? Like what?" Was Clark still apprehensive about Lex's DNA components. It wouldn't be unbelievable when taken into consideration how he reacted when they first discovered the Project Cadmus-

Kon let out a small sniffle, but he quickly covered it up with a cough, not that it was missed anyway. A nerve twitched in Bruce's jaw.

"Do you want to stay at the manor for a while?" It seemed the shock of the statement was enough for him to forget to hide his slightly glassy eyes, when he looked up.

"What?"

"I'm sure the kids would love the company, Tim and Dick always talk about how its sad that we live in different cities."

A second passed, before Kon's entire face went beet red again and an awkward but lighter laugh sounded. "Yea, I think that'd be fun. If you don't mind."

"Not at all, there's always room."

My Dad saw a man call his wife 60 odd times while she was on a girls trip and then report the car stolen to cause issues for her/prevent her from getting away from him and saw that as him being 'an idiot' instead of as the calculated act of abuse it was.

(via @waterandsilver, id in alt)