It was relatively quiet that night and Bruce was taking advantage of it by doing a little paper work to keep things in the cave's archive organized and up to speed. He liked working at night, and even when crime was taking a break, there was always something else to do. Bruce was taking a small coffee break when someone entered his cave through what one would call unconventional methods.

He had spun and like a drill, digging a hole from the manor's backyard right down into the cave. At first Bruce thought he was under attack until he saw Superman come flopping down and onto the platform with an awful thud. Bruce had no idea what was going on but his instinct told him to check his friend for injuries. As he got closer to see if Superman was all right, Bruce's nose answered the question for him as his friend reeked of alcohol.

Superman looked up with glassy eyes. "Hey there, Brucey!"

Bruce looked down at him like a disapproving parent. "Are you drunk, Clark?"

Superman smiled. "Maybe."

"How is that even possible?" Bruce asked.

"Well... I ran into a brewery..." Superman replied, "And I drank it."

Bruce rolled his eyes. "You're crashing here tonight." he said with a sigh as he walked back to his desk and hit a button on the console. "Alfred, I need a fresh pot of coffee and something solid to combat drunkeness."

"You sound rather sober to me, Master Bruce."

"Not for me, Alfred."

"Right away."

Clark walked over to the corner of the platform and noticed there was a small cot and private setting already made up and waiting for him. "You were expecting me?" he asked.

"Yes." Bruce answered. "I anticipated a visit after reading the wedding announcement in the Daily Planet. I had a gut feeling, given your feelings for Lois."

Clark put his heads in his hands and groaned. "I'm Sorry, I might have taken the news a little too hard."

"You might have?" Bruce repeated.

"Ok, I did take things too rough." Clark said as he took off his cape and sat down on the cot. "Man, I could use another drink."

"I don't think so buddy." Bruce said as he waited for Alfred to arrive with the coffee. "Don't go anywhere near my wine cellar or I'll decorate it with green rocks. Understood?"

Clark paused for a moment and smiled. "Duley noted."

Alfred finally arrived with a fresh pot of coffee and a tray that carried a nice serving of scones. "Master Clark." he turned to face Bruce. "I assume he'll be down here tonight?"

"Yes." Bruce confirmed, "But prepare the usual guest room with a balcony just in case he would like to stay longer."

"Right away, Master Bruce." the butler replied. "Hope you are feeling better soon Master Clark." Alfred said with a smile before he promptly left to prepare the room.

Clark took off his shirt and laid down. "You guys are too kind to me."

"Given the situation, I'd like to think you'd do the same for me." Bruce replied.

"I would." Clark confirmed for him, "Hey, let me know if you need any help, with crime fighting and what not..."

"I'll think I'll manage." Bruce replied with a grin, "Get some rest." Bruce tried to reach for a scone, but the plate was emply and the pot of coffee was already half empty. The Dark Knight forgot that Superman was just as capable of packing food away like Wally if he ever got the munchies. Bruce hadn't seen Clark eat any of the scones, but the last one was still in the Man of Steel's hand as he was lying in the cot, sound asleep and actually starting to snore. The vibrations from Clark's snores scared the bats in the cave and caused them to scatter. Bruce walked back over, grabbed a blanket and covered his friend up, who was likely out for the night. It was going to be a long night for Bruce and he was sure Clark was going to have one hell of a hangover. Having Superman crash here though was still a lot better than having the man of steel go on a bender in Gotham. Much better...