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Found this hidden away in my closet along with the dust bunnies of doom.
Enjoy!
Clark stared straight ahead, scarred by the misdeed he had done. Why had he read what was private information, for the writer's eyes only? A sickening feeling sank in his stomach as he looked down at Kara's diary.
What had been innocent curiosity had morphed into shameful invasion of privacy.
The pages had been littered with a name he knew well, that of his best friend's first, and he suspected, favorite son.
"Dick's soooo cute."
"Dick is such a sweetheart, not at all like his creeper bat-daddy."
"Dick has a cute tushy."
And so on.
Clark was absolutely traumatized as the thoughts of the young man grew more…graphic.
He shuttered, placing the book back in its spot on the dresser.
"Kal!" He nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Kara, there you are, I've been looking for you."
"What's up?" You've been mentally molesting my best friend's son, that's what's up.
He swallowed, play it cool, darn his lack of lying skills. Note to self, ask Bruce for help with that later.
"Just wanted to give you the letters you got in the mail."
Her eyes lit up at the word "letters".
"Who from?"
Oh boy…
"Mostly colleges…"
"Oh."
Ding-dong.
They paused for a second before walking to the door. Clark opened it, wondering who it could be this early, only to begin feeling sick all over again.
"H-" Dick's greeting was cut off by a death hug from Kara.
"Hey, Dick! What brings you out here?"
Clark had to forcibly remind his mouth to close.
This could not be happening.
Dick held out a box like a peace offering, gasping for air once he was released.
"I was on my way to a meeting and Bruce asked me to drop off some information he thought you might need."
Clark smiled pleasantly, "Tell him I said thanks."
Dick nodded, turning to leave.
"Wait! You came all this way so… why don't you stay a few minutes, have a cup of coffee?"
"If it's not any trouble…"
"Oh not at all!"
Dick smiled at her as she set a mug of coffee in front of him, "So what's up?"
"Nothing much, just checking the mail, you?"
"Eh, trying to finish a novel, preventing Tim and Damian from killing each other, you know, the usual."
"Cool." Kara looked up at her cousin, "Weren't you just about to leave for work?"
In turn, Clark looked down at his suitcase.
"Um, yeah. I hate to leave when there's company, but…" Dick nodded understandingly.
"I'll see you around Dick, bye kara."
The younger two called out their goodbyes in chorus, as the eldest made his leave.
"So Kara," Dick pulled out a notebook and pen, "How's school going?" he scribbled down his message and passed it to Kara, aware that Clark could be listening in still.
I was going to ask if he fell for it, but considering his jaw dropped to the floor cartoon style, I'm gonna guess.
Kara held back a laugh, and scribbled her reply underneath, "Okay I guess, too many college information packets though. It's like they don't think we can choose for ourselves what college to go to, so they pick some for us."
Yeah, I thought he was going to pass out haha. How did things go with the bat?
She slid it back into Dicks view, watching a smirk fold across his lips.
"They're just trying to make sure that you're aware of your options. You can always make a bonfire out of the ones you don't want."
Bruce did a spit take, oatmeal version.
Kara was now biting her lip, swallowing laughter at the mental image, "Did you?"
Dick wore a full blown smirk now, "I did. And burnt school papers makes the best smores ever."
I don't even know some days. Really, I just don't even know….
May or may not leave a one shot.
PEACE!
