Superman’s Weakness, Danny’s Cookie
It didn’t take long for Danny to find Bruce’s kryptonite. It took even less time for him to eat it.
Bruce tapped the table in visible irritation, staring at his newly adopted son.
“How was I supposed to know I wasn’t allowed to eat it? You should really put a sign up!
Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I thought it would be obvious not to eat the glowing rock behind lead-lined walls. You cannot just eat everything you find, Danny.”
Danny scowled, crossing his arms.
“I was hungry! Back in Amity, there’s so much loose ectoplasm that I just grab some from the fridge. This was like finding a chip bag under the couch.”
Bruce just closed his eyes and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a prayer for patience.
“I’ll keep that in mind and get you some more, but please don’t eat the stash I have set aside.
Danny perked up immediately.
“I mean, you don’t have to! There’s plenty of raw ectoplasm floating around here. But… if you were to get me more in solid form, I wouldn’t complain…
Somewhere in the background, Clark sneezed
