Hey y'all. I decided that in order to get my inspiration back for my big story, I needed to do some little stories.

This is going to be a bunch of random drabbles related to the Justice League. Since the point of this is to think outside the box and write about things that I wouldn't normally think to write about, I'm hoping to write directly from viewer requests. You ask for it, I'll try to write it. (no slash or M-rated, though)

Anyway, this first one is just to get started. You can think of it as a prologue or something. Now, in my head, Martha Kent(in the version where Jhonathan dies early on) should marry Alfred. I've see a handful of Marha/Alfred stories and I've always been endeared to them, cause they're just so cute. I don't know what y'all think, but I liked the idea, so... Here goes-

Sunlight streamed gently through the oversized window of Wayne Manor, and fell on an older woman.

Martha smiled as she took in her reflection, her hair done elegantly and her modest white dress showed off an understated beauty.

She felt like a queen, all dolled up. Bruce really shouldn't have spent all that money on her (though, for him it probably wasn't much at all). Her dress had been tailor made, and she knew she had never looked better, but she felt something was missing.

The sound of footsteps sounded as someone approached the door.

"Alfred Pennyworth," she shouted teasingly, "you had better not be trying to come in here! You know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!"

But it was a deeper, smoother voice that answered her. "It's just me, Mrs. Kent- May I come in?"

"Oh, of course Dear!" she shouted in surprise. Bruce walked in. His manner was calm, (completely unlike her Clark, who had been calling and re-calling guests, and checking over the catering for the twelfth time, and baffling that poor young waiter when his pacing started to wear a track in the concrete )

yet he seemed almost reluctant, unsure...

"Now what is it, Bruce Dear?" she asked warmly. She sat down the vanity bench and motioned for Bruce to sit in the chair across from her.

He sat almost hesitantly and his little smile was forlorn, "I wanted to give you something, before the wedding." he said, as a thin, rectangular box seemed to appear in his hands. He held it out to her.

She smiled, "Bruce, you've already paid for everything. You don't need to go around buying gifts on top of all the rest."

"...I didn't buy it," he insisted.

Curious, she took the box and flipped the lid open to reveal an old, but beautiful pearl necklace. The string and clasp looked new, but the pearls themselves had an antique shine. She turned to the mirror and held the necklace to her throat, and found that they complimented her wonderfully.

Bruce told her as much, then, "...It was my mother's."

Martha turned to him in surprise.

"I'd like you to have it-" he said. "She loved those pearls. Wore them all the time." he frowned, "But now, whenever I see them I can only remember..." he trailed off, but it was clear what he meant.

"Bruce-"

"Please, Mrs. Kent. I want you to have them. It's selfish of me, but when I look at that necklace I want to think of the family that I've gained... and not the one I've lost..."

Martha's eyes shone with tears, touched at the sentiment. She knew Bruce was very reserved and he rarely spoke about his family. Her Clark had been friends with him for years before she met him for the first time. Afterwards, she had asked Clark if there was something wrong with Bruce, and Clark had simply told her 'That's just how Bruce is- He's giving as much as he can.' and that was that. She learned to recognize his pain and his brokeness, and she understood that he was giving all that he could, and that no one should try to push him farther than he could go.

But here was Bruce- dear, broken, withdrawn, unsure Bruce- trying to give even more. Including her in his family. She hadn't felt so happy since the day she found Clark in that corn field.

"I'm sorry," Bruce said, seeing her tears and feeling ashamed, "I knew you wouldn't-"

"Bruce." She said, "Bruce, I want you to understand something."

Martha waited until she had his full attention before continuing, "The day that I found out I could never have children was the worst day of my life. I prayed to God everyday to give me a child. When I found Clark, I thought I would never be so happy as I was that day. Bruce... to hear you include me in your family... It makes me feel like my prayers have been answered all over again. Do you understand, Bruce? I feel like God has given me another son, taken everything I ever prayed for and given me twice as much."

Bruce looked at her in shock and amazement. "I don't know what to say," he admitted, then a smile came to him and stayed there, "Thank you, Mrs. Kent"

She smiled back and laughed, "Now, Bruce, how many times have I told you to call me 'Martha'? Besides, in less than an hour It'll be Mrs. Pennyworth, and I just wont have it."

Bruce gave a rare laugh and nodded, "Martha, then."

Now remember, I'll try to write about anyone or anything that someone requests, as long as they give me something to work with. Don't just say "Do Bruce/Diana!" Say "Do Bruce/Diana... at Christmas- lets say, and Bruce explains the custom of mistletoe to Diana. " Something along those lines, and I'll try to work it out.

Later,

Tinea~