This one's a little happier than the last one ;)
I don't own, as usual.
A Dish Best Served…
***
Lois twisted her ear ring discretely, looking at the small girl
coloring at her desk with intense purpose, as though it were the
only work in the world to be done. People swirled around the news
room, not really taking notice of the odd sight at the Lane-Kent
cubicle.
"I can't believe you did this, Clark," she said calmly, trying to
hide the anger in her voice. The sweet edge, however, made her true
feelings apparent.
Clark innocently typed away at his computer, pretending not to
notice her ire. "Well, I owed a favor to a friend, and his wife's
having a baby, and they think she spends too much time around her
grandfather, and we like kids? so?"
"We are busy people. THREE DAYS?" Lois looked at the little
creature, shocked. "Doesn't she have any other relatives?"
Clark was a bit smug in his reply. "She's a special little girl who
Requires… special supervision."
"Clark Kent, we are busy people. We don't have time to
give `special' kids supervision," his wife informed him.
"Mara, honey?" Clark started innocently. "Do you feel like telling
Aunt Lois how much explosives you'd use to blow up this safe under
my desk?"
The girl put down her orange crayon, and wandered over. She looked
at the small off-white painted box closely. "Pends on which gauge of
steel. C4's real good, and don't need lots, cuz ya get it in that
crack there, and it busts the weld. Kablewy, real good." She looked
up, smiling anxiously for approval.
For her efforts, Clark gave her a pat on the head.
"Children shouldn't be allowed near that man," Lois whispered
harshly.
"Grandpa says you're nosy and you talk too much," the girl reported
innocently. "He knows everything."
Lois' eyes narrowed. "And to think I used to flirt with that man."
"Keeping her for a few days is revenge enough," Clark said sagely.
* * *
Bruce attempted to continue working at his desk, but the little
bundle of energy in front of him simply would not permit it.
"He said I could be his sidekick!" Mara told her grandfather
excitedly. She unzipped her light purple jacket and showed off her
blue and gold Superman t-shirt. "Can I be Uncle Clark's sidekick? He
asked me how ta blow up a safe, and we painted nails…"
She showed off her purple fingernails. "An' we had candy apples. I
like them. They're real good. Alfie should make `em fer dinner. An'
yesterday, when we were at the street fair, Uncle Clark lemme beat
up a mugger all by myself `afore Superman came down and walloped the
baddie. You shoulda seen it; I thought Aunt Lois was gunna pee
herself. She said you're a dirty man, an' you should shu-up an' let
her do her job.
"An' I'm gunna be Superman's sidekick…" She began taking coloring
books out of her bear back pack to show off.
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. "Are you going to ask how your
mother or brother are doing?"
The girl looked at him blankly. "Why'd I do that?"
"Because you want to know how they're doing?" he asked, attempting
to lead her.
"Naw. I'm gunna be Superman's sidekick…" She pulled a Superman
coloring book out of her back pack, and a teddy bear with a cape.
Bruce looked past the small child to the rather smug man standing
behind her. "Thank you, EVER so much, Clark. I'm not sure how we
would have survived this time without you."
Clark Kent gave a small salute. "You know me, Bruce. I live to
serve."
THE END.
I don't own, as usual.
A Dish Best Served…
***
Lois twisted her ear ring discretely, looking at the small girl
coloring at her desk with intense purpose, as though it were the
only work in the world to be done. People swirled around the news
room, not really taking notice of the odd sight at the Lane-Kent
cubicle.
"I can't believe you did this, Clark," she said calmly, trying to
hide the anger in her voice. The sweet edge, however, made her true
feelings apparent.
Clark innocently typed away at his computer, pretending not to
notice her ire. "Well, I owed a favor to a friend, and his wife's
having a baby, and they think she spends too much time around her
grandfather, and we like kids? so?"
"We are busy people. THREE DAYS?" Lois looked at the little
creature, shocked. "Doesn't she have any other relatives?"
Clark was a bit smug in his reply. "She's a special little girl who
Requires… special supervision."
"Clark Kent, we are busy people. We don't have time to
give `special' kids supervision," his wife informed him.
"Mara, honey?" Clark started innocently. "Do you feel like telling
Aunt Lois how much explosives you'd use to blow up this safe under
my desk?"
The girl put down her orange crayon, and wandered over. She looked
at the small off-white painted box closely. "Pends on which gauge of
steel. C4's real good, and don't need lots, cuz ya get it in that
crack there, and it busts the weld. Kablewy, real good." She looked
up, smiling anxiously for approval.
For her efforts, Clark gave her a pat on the head.
"Children shouldn't be allowed near that man," Lois whispered
harshly.
"Grandpa says you're nosy and you talk too much," the girl reported
innocently. "He knows everything."
Lois' eyes narrowed. "And to think I used to flirt with that man."
"Keeping her for a few days is revenge enough," Clark said sagely.
* * *
Bruce attempted to continue working at his desk, but the little
bundle of energy in front of him simply would not permit it.
"He said I could be his sidekick!" Mara told her grandfather
excitedly. She unzipped her light purple jacket and showed off her
blue and gold Superman t-shirt. "Can I be Uncle Clark's sidekick? He
asked me how ta blow up a safe, and we painted nails…"
She showed off her purple fingernails. "An' we had candy apples. I
like them. They're real good. Alfie should make `em fer dinner. An'
yesterday, when we were at the street fair, Uncle Clark lemme beat
up a mugger all by myself `afore Superman came down and walloped the
baddie. You shoulda seen it; I thought Aunt Lois was gunna pee
herself. She said you're a dirty man, an' you should shu-up an' let
her do her job.
"An' I'm gunna be Superman's sidekick…" She began taking coloring
books out of her bear back pack to show off.
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. "Are you going to ask how your
mother or brother are doing?"
The girl looked at him blankly. "Why'd I do that?"
"Because you want to know how they're doing?" he asked, attempting
to lead her.
"Naw. I'm gunna be Superman's sidekick…" She pulled a Superman
coloring book out of her back pack, and a teddy bear with a cape.
Bruce looked past the small child to the rather smug man standing
behind her. "Thank you, EVER so much, Clark. I'm not sure how we
would have survived this time without you."
Clark Kent gave a small salute. "You know me, Bruce. I live to
serve."
THE END.