bolt my mom wanted to be cremated. my sister made a gofundme to help raise the money needed. please donate if you can.

“Where are they? I checked the closet in your bedroom. I only saw suits and something you’d wear to a parent teacher conference.” Though, he had been in a hurry. “Don’t tempt me. I’ve been told I’m a great host.”

When Clark returned, he had a a bag packed with more casual clothes for Bruce… at least, what little he could find. “So, you may need to borrow some of my clothes. Suits aren’t great for relaxing,” he teased.

“Of course. Be back in a flash.” And with that, he was gone. Bruce had a moment of actual tranquillity.

Once he had helped clean up, it was less than a moment before they were surrounded by swaying fields, gentle breezes, and a distant bird calls. But most importantly? Silence. “If you want to head on inside, I can go back to Gotham and get you some clothes?”

“If you’re willing,” he offered, hand still extended. If Bruce wanted to wait, he wouldn’t be offended… but he had to try to get Bruce to relax.

“I’ll have you back in Gotham before you could even suit up.” He promised, offering a hand.

If you need money, Roy, you can just ask.

“Can’t blame me for trying.” He hummed, standing up and moving to Bruce’s side. “You deserve a break. Even a short one.”

“Oh, sorry.” He nodded, understanding. “So, can I steal you now for your relaxing day?” He offered with a smile, trying to change the subject as quickly as he could.

“‘Just fine,’ is about all I have. But I would do anything for him.” He didn’t want to dump on Bruce so he nodded. “So, how is Selena?”

“I’m just saying, he’s a good kid and sometimes they need to hear it or they start to forget.” Clark finished the pancake, pushing the plate slightly forward. “And it’s a bad habit I’m trying to break. I’m just… worried about Jon.”

“Both,” he answered truthfully. “Make sure you tell him that. I know he knows but sometimes they like to hear it.”

“He mentioned he’s been volunteering at the hospital. He’s a good kid, Bruce.” He offered a comforting smile.

“They’re always invited! You don’t have to ask ever.”

“Than a barbecue? Well, I can make anything. I’ll look at Ma’s recipe book. Pick something good.”

“So, in Smallville, we had these things called leftovers. It’s where you reheat food you made on another day,” he teased. “What would you prefer instead?”

“Then we’re grilling out. You like barbecue chicken?”

“Oh, yeah. And the training Damian puts him through? I don’t blame him,” he teased, finishing the last bite. “We should do breakfast more often.”

“I remember Jason eating. He was bottomless, like a vacuum cleaner.” He joked, fork stabbing a few more pieces and popping them into his mouth.

“I don’t know how you manage. Sometimes, I’m worried Jon will keep eating until he pops.”

Clark smirked, getting to work on finishing the pancakes. “These are… actually delicious. I didn’t know you could cook.”

“Good. How about tonight?”

“How about for a night? I can be there, let you know if anything in Gotham needs you.”

“One of these days, I’m going to convince you to get away, come to Smallville for a weekend.”

“You need more sleep, he suggested, offering a soft smile. “The boys?”

“I am scared to ask,” he remarked but clearly was waiting for the answer. Taking the plate, he waited for Bruce to sit before digging in. “How’s your morning been?”

“…do you have blueberries?” Memories of summer mornings with Ma and Pa came flooding back. Nostalgia was funny like that. “Jon likes peanut butter on his but… that’s a bit too exotic of a combo for me.”

Clark nodded, knowing better than to argue. He say, stretching his neck, watching Bruce work. It was nice to see him like this… domestic.

Clark nodded, taking one more long sip of his own coffee before moving to Bruce’s side. “What can I do to help?”

“That smells great but–.” He leans slightly closer to Bruce, taking a small whiff. “New aftershave? Cologne?”

“Kent’s don’t mess around when it comes to our coffee,” he lectured, taking a whiff of the aromas in the air. “Something smells good.”

“Sorry. Apartment building fire. Made me two minutes late,” he apologized, leaning back against the counter. “Coffee for you. Just the way you like it.”

And he would be there. “There he is,” Clark hummed as he landed on the patio outside the kitchen door, walking in.

Whatever you say. Give me five.

… coffee?

Then I come to you!

I can too. Depends on where you want to go.

Pancakes?

Always. Want to grab breakfast? Your treat.

You all are my family too. I worry about you the same way I would worry about Lois or Jon.

Oh, I know, but it doesn’t stop me from worrying about you all. The Batfamily needs their sleep as much as the rest of us do.

Yup. Every day, about the same time. You might appreciate a sunrise if you didn’t stay up all night.

Good morning, Earth!

//: Reminder to follow my wukong cause I want to be more active on that boy

Hopefully a good kind of busy? Lots of fun plans?

"𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎?" "𝐀 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝."