@ofvoidx asked: ❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ / from diana to clark

       He  hadn't  realized  he  had  been  smiling,  pulled  from  memories  that  had  always  brought  him  comfort.  As  a  matter  of  fact  he'd  been  so  sure  he'd  managed  to  keep  a  neutral  expression.  Could  he  bullshit  his  way  through  this  and  say  that  smiling  was  his  neutral  expression?  But  that  wasn't  what  she'd  asked,  gaze  turning  back  to  the  planet  below.

"Thinking  about  that  one  time  I  found  a  skunk  and  thought  it  was  just  a  really  smelly  cat.'

       Not  his  fault,  he'd  been  five.  Even  at  that  tender  age  his  sense  of  smell  had  been  keen.  The  stinky  smell  was  just  interesting,  sharp,  making  his  nose  itch.  But  it'd  also  reacted  just  like  the  barn  cat  that  didn't  like  him  so  he  hadn't  been  surprised  that  its  tail  had  been  puffy.  Martha  had  been  less  than  pleased  to  find  a  BEAMING  Clark  standing  in  her  kitchen  "gently"  holding  a  skunk  that  was  clearly  possessed  by  Satan  itself.

"I  thought  he'd  make  a  good  boyfriend  for  Scratch,  the  barn  cat  we  had  that  also  hated  me.'  It  had  taken  months  to  clear  that  smell  out  of  the  house.  "If  they  were  happy  together  they  might  be  happy  with  me.  ...  I  was  five,  the  only  male  and  female  I  knew  were  my  parents  who  loved  each  other,  and  loved  me.  It  made  sense.'

@rcliicta sent a raven: ✦ 32 — "Yes, I'm making a scene! Because quiet hasn't worked, subtle hasn't worked, and I'm out of options!" - bruce to clark

       At  a  loss  for  words,  Superman  stared  down  at  Brucie  Wayne  and  tried  very  hard  to  maintain  his  professionalism.  Why  did  he  have  to  do  this  today?  It  hadn't  even  been  that  serious,  he'd  “fallen”  off  a  ledge,  and  Clark  had  been  nearby.  The  only  reason  he'd  even  crossed  the  line  into  Gotham  was  he'd  felt  Bruce's  heart  rate  fluctuate,  it  had  not  been  on  purpose.  Hadn't  been  one  of  his  ridiculously  dangers  "Oops  silly  trillionaire  drunken  falls  and  is  caught.'  moments. 

       Dick  was  in  Bludhaven,  Jason  was  somewhere  near  Crime  Alley.  Tim  wasn't  even  planetside,  and  he  wasn't  sure  Damian  had  the  body  mass  to  stop  his  father's.  It  had  been  an  impulsive  decision,  one  he  was  paying  for,  hovering  just  near  the  balcony  he'd  been  planning  on  placing  the  man  on  only  to  have  fingers  tangling  in  fabric  after  a  kiss  that  had  left  his  center  of  gravity  tilt  on  an  until  now  uknown  axis. 

“Mr.  Wayne,  please.'  BRUCE  WHY  ”I  don't  think-  What  I  mean  to  say  is-  …'

       He  was  going  to  fling  himself  into  the  sun,  maybe  take  Bruce  with  him.  Why  couldn't  he  have  chosen  the  ice  prince  or  something  instead  of-  HEY!

“Mr.  Wayne,  you  can't  just-'  Take  a  breath  Clark,  catching  the  brunette  and  moving  him  back  onto  the  balcony  again,  struggling  to  disentangle  himself.  There  was  going  to  be  a  very  disparaging  comparison  of  the  wealthy  men  and  their  cities.  Oliver  wouldn't  do  this  to  him.  ”I'm  putting  you  down  now,  do  not  jump  aga-  MR.  WAYNE!'

clark is absolutely delighted when people seem to forget he's not human. that moment of comraderie when someone is complaining about everything going crazy and i got sunburned just looking out the window. ate something that gave me food poisoning for daaaays ugh. little simple things that he watched happen to martha and jonathan as he was growing up.

and when people shoulder check him, or give him a little nudge with their elbow it brings the sun out. be ready to be blinded! he gets so excited being one of the "guys" aka human. you know in media when someone is the outcast, like no one purposefully shits on them or anything but they're always on the fringe looking in? it's like that, because he knows EVERYTHING about them, has heard their secrets whispered, can see the bones that had been broken healed, can see the strain of their heart, Clark knows the people around him inside out. literally.

and there is something about him that is just alien, no matter how aw shucks down to earth Clark seems. there is that other that while people like to talk and chat with him, there's always some point he catches a look, something a little confused, a little suspicious, and it's disappointing. but when he gets that my fellow human you understand this, you've been through this obviously! ugh he's so tickled it's like some kid getting their first kiss right on the cheek. fkin cloud nine.

Super_Fan_O_Steel wants to know: "hey superman! what’s going on between you and batman! there are rumors online and sightings of you two getting hot and heavy after the last JL meeting!”

Gaze locked on the computer screen, Clark stared at the hghlighted question and wondered for the nineteenth time if this had been a good idea. First of all, Jimmy had promised not to share the photos he'd taken for "friendly blackmail". Secondly, he could have sworn he'd managed to melt the chip in the digital camera so this very thing would not happen.

"I uh... Well...' This wasn't going to help a damned thing, covering the top portion of his face with his hand and slowly sliding it downwards. "Well he doesn't weight that much to me, so I don't know about heavy.'

Where was that college degree in journalism? Where was the in depth understanding of human languages? Bruce was going to kill him for not handling this better, but he'd been promised this was going to stay less.... adult. Leaning closer to the camera he lowered his tone, voice husky as if he didn't want to be overheard.

'If you've seen the photos, then you already know how hot it was.'

Emojis erupted across the screen, staring at the flushed faced ones in particular. There were... a lot, and now the questions flying in the comment section were even more invasive. Worse than that they were tagging the main JL page and other members to confirm. He was dead. absolutely dead.

It had taken a lot of self restraint not to listen in on the date, to let her have this moment of privacy. Not because he'd had any doubts, but because it was her first date ever. But even his self restraint had limits, so he'd banished himself to the Fortress of Solitude. Which had been a terrible idea, apparently, staring down at the text from Ma.

He hesitated only a brief moment seeing the barn door all but blown off its hinges, scanning before finding her. She was definitely upset, but for the life of him he couldn't understand why. What had happened after the date to cause all of this? Focusing on his hearing, he could hear that Dick was talking to Bruce, the sound muffled through the obscene amount of lead that surrounded the batcave, but it was enough to contradict what he'd been thinking.

'Kara?'

Landing lightly close enough to touch, Clark gently rested his fingertips on her shoulder, then gripped. A flash of tear over the curve of his cheek hit him hard, unsure if she'd appreciate his pulling her into a hug or no. Emotions were not Kara's friend, and she had a tendency to lash out...

'Ma said you might wanna talk.'

@ncverdie's kara has been invited to the garden...

Clark paused as his mind registered the fly by bit of information his eyes had seen. Or to be more accurate what he hadn't seen, his gaze shifting to meet Tim's as he struggled to keep the shock from showing on his face. He was used to a lot of injuries being ignored by Bruce and his kids, but an entire missing organ?

'Red Robin, a moment?' He couldn't think of a reason for calling him over, and he didn't want to lie, so he just jerked his head to the side before moving to a more secluded spot to talk.

Ignoring the eyes that locked in on him, suspicious and questioning, he waited for Tim briefly at a loss as to what he was meant to do with his hands. Thank Rao Cassandra wasn't here, she'd immediately clock the non reactive reaction and immediately seek out an answer he wasn't ready to give. Once Tim was close enough he smiled, turning his head, he couldn't remember who could read lips but someone definitely could.

'Where is your spleen?'

@ncverdie's tim has been invited to the garden...

@magikldreams asked: “You need to slow down.” (Martha to Clark)

     She was right, of course, but there wasn’t time to do that. Said the man who had allowed himself to be led to the couch, curling his long body up on the one cushion as his head rested on her thighs. And he had said it, about ten times now, while eating, being shooed off to take a bath. Bath, not shower, she’d almost given him a heart attack opening the door to flick the lever and put in the plug. 

‘I will, soon. I just… I have a lot of helping I need to do.’

     Should be doing, right now actually. He could hear animals screaming because a fire had broken out in the forest. Those trees were the business of men who had families to feed, bills to pay. If it all burned down they’d have no work. Taking in a deep breath through hs nose, he shoved the guilt away, he had to have moments like this, turning his head into the feel of her fingertips combing through his hair. 

‘Just for now, and then I’ll be back after a couple things for supper.’ Who needed kryptonite when there was the familiar scents of home, and an unwavering mother’s love? Ten minutes, tops! ‘Are you still going to make that casserole with the tater tots on top?’

@vallorouslly asked: " i haven't been all that you could've hoped for. " (superman)

     Clark looked up from his notes, glasses low on the bridge of his nose as he forced himself not to frown. That was just not true, and he wasn’t sure of the words to offer that could get that across without somehow making things worse. The things that had happened to Logan had left him broken, to gather the pieces back together and try to find something strong enough to hold them together. 

     That was more than anyone could hope for, pushing his glasses up his nose with his middle finger careful to keep the pen tip from marking his forehead. The fact that he was willing to relive this trauma again, to make sure that the record was set straight. That was also more than anything Clark could have hoped for. 

‘Mr. Finnegan.’ A pause, a brief shake of his head as he reached out to gently cup the other man’s shoulder, a soft squeeze. ‘Logan… You talking to me was everything I hoped for. If it takes time to get it all out, that’s okay. The story is important, but I’m more concerned about you.’