Mer JL au:
Hal: Gobiodon histrio.
(itās a fish that can be multiple colours. If you want to find the one, I see google it with the term green behind it, and it has orange stipes. Iām honestly not fussed, whoever wants to decide Halās stripe colour just put it in the comments, first one wins. Unless itās a joke one. I donāt want to wreck the vision for others just because he first comment is a joke. Either way, I like this foosh.)
Jason: Maroon Clownfish
(I think this oneās really pretty and would accurately show how Jason was before he died. This is before he died in my au, so yes. And the reason Iām adding a pic for Jason is because there is a normal type, but this one looks so cool, and Jason deserves the best. Idk if heās going to be in this chapter, but when I reference this fish, itās not the one you google, itās this one. I read an article on it; it is the same species but mutated to look amazingly cool. if you cant tell, i like fish.)
Hullo, itās me again! Here with a part four. Please read, enjoy, let me know if you need me to do anything, have fun, enjoy!
Every part I think Iām just going to try to add two more species of Mer, like I did in the first part. The first part will be linked under the people who asked to be tagged if you want to be tagged PM me.
Tagged:
@ancientdreams-in-a-modernland
@pettitneko
@random-generated-name
Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.
Chapter Two: Clark almost gets caught. Bruce tries to communicate with him.
Part three linked: Bruce shows off his pup and Clark learns to communicate.
Enjoy the story!
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Clark was happy for days after that interaction. The league was confused about why he was so happy, but every time they brought it up, he just brushed it off, saying he was just in a good mood. He hadnāt seen Bruce since then, but he didnāt feel the need to worry about it anymore. He had gained at least a little trust. I mean, Bruce had let Clark talk to his pup. Progress!
Meanwhile Arthur was getting increasingly frustrated with this recent disaster. The trench. There had been spotting of trench monsters outside the trench much more frequent than normal, and it was getting disruptive. He was starting to think something was scaring them off. He turned to Clark to get his opinion but saw the other smiling at his JL pad again.
āClark.ā He tried, attempting to coax the other into helping him, it was almost as if Clark didnāt hear him as he just continued to look at his pad. āuh- excuse me Kent. Am I interrupting something?ā he tried again, making a face.
Clark looked up, surprised for a second before clearing his throat. āapologies Arthur, uh, no, youāre not interrupting. Please, continue.ā
Clark reluctantly put his pad down as he looked up to listen to the other drone on. Every time Clark glanced at his pad, he swore he was being watched, but when Hal and Barry were giggling to each other about something stupid at the other end of the hall, no one batted an eye.
His eyes met Dianas, and she smiled at him sympathetically, also a bit bored of the meeting. Nothing much had happened in a bit, and when Clark was allowed to leave, he practically jumped for joy. Well, I swam up for joy. (lmao puns). He had heard of a spotting of a black finned creature who was with a small Mer pup, and apparently another, smaller one. So, Clark knew Bruce was around and decided to go see him. That was his friend, the black scaled creature, not some dangerous one. Just Bruce.
When Clark got to the reef he swam around, dipping in and out of coral places. It took a while, but he saw Bruce sitting under a rather large piece, with dick swimming g around but close to him, staring at some vibrant fish. While a smaller, red-tailed Mer, clung to Bruceās arm. Dick was 12, but this pup looked about 10. He had one arm wrapped around Bruce, and the other playing in the sand with a shell. Bruce watched his kids play, sighing as he tilted his head back.
When he met Clarks, for the first time he didnāt seem outright hostile. He just nodded tiredly and gestured Clark over. Clark happily swam to the other, before slowing down when he was in the closer vicinity. He was surprised when Bruce didnāt glare at him to go further away but just looked at him tiredly. When dick saw Clark, he grinned and swam over happily, plopping himself in front of the older mer. āhey Clark!ā dick said, smiling. āMy dads tired, you think you can help him. He says he doesnāt need any, but heās lying. There are too many kids for him to handle- ā
Dick, like nay child his age, just talked and didnāt really think about the consequence of his words. Clark chuckled, gaze shifting to a red-faced flustered Bruce, who gave his oldest son a look before flashing a reprimand about telling personal things. Dick stuck his tongue out at his dad. ābut you need help! You even brought Jason here so Clark could take care of him while you rested.ā He pouted. Bruce put his face in his hands.
āJason huh?ā Clark asked, looking at the pup. Who promptly shifted himself, so he was hidden behind his dad, poking his head out at Clark, who smiled at him. āwait- there are more of you?ā
āMhm.ā Dick affirmed, āthereās me, Jason, Tim, Damian, Steph, Cass and duke. But at home. Dad finally got them to go to sleep. So, heās here with me and jay.ā
āOh god thatās a lot of kids,ā Clark muttered. He lowered his voice so Bruce, who was making sure Jason was ok, wouldnāt hear. ādose your dad has a partner?ā
Dick grinned like heād been waiting for that, shaking his head. ānope! Were all adopted. And I think he likes you.ā Dick whisperer the last part.
Clark breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at Bruce before returning with his next question.
āHow old are you all?ā
āIām 12, Jasonās 10, Steph Tim and Cass are 9, duke is seven and Damian is 2.ā Disk stated, counting them off on his fingers best he could. Sensing Clarks next question, he added. āhe found us all in need of a family and took us in. and he left the others at home because its dangerous out here and he needed a break. There fine though, there being looked after by a shark called Titus. And donāt worry about that, heās friendly.ā
Clark was going to ask but decided against it. instead deciding to continue to talk with dick and hang out with Bruce. Dick wasnāt joking about Bruce being tired, as he fell asleep mid conversation. Jason was concerned for his dad before dick stepped in and introduced him and Clark. Jason was wary, but eventually warmed up a little, holding Clarkās hand instead while he played in the sand. Bruceās unconscious body lay on Clarkās shoulder as dick played trapping fish and Jason dug in the sand.
Clark stayed till late into the night, when Bruce woke up, got extremely flustered and then had to rush home to take care of his kids. He did flash at Clark though. Dick said he was thanking him. And Clark smiled to himself as they left. Jason even gave him the shell he was playing with. Clark loved this.
