Halloween at the Wayne house started at half seven. The days were dark enough in Metropolis as Christmas drew nearer. He often had to go out into the atmosphere to soak in the sun since there was hardly any hours in the day that it filled anymore. Despite the dreariness Metropolis had at this time of year it had nothing on Gotham. Clark flew over the desolate city at three and swore the citizens there hadn't even seen the sun before. At half seven there was barely shadows in the darkness. Pitch black conquered everywhere it could and made Clark even more uncertain about his acceptance to this family party.
"Tim said he was gonna get me some candy. Apparently he has a system where he finds a couple of younger kids and shows them where all the good houses are. He said one time they came back with several pillowcases stuffed to the brim with sweets. Man, I wish I was young enough to trick or treat," Sometimes Clark forgot that Kon had missed out on experiences like that. Being found at the approximate age of fourteen he had already bypassed some of childhood's rights of passage.
"Well you can still stuff your face," Clark offered to which Kon smiled gleefully at.
Damian was the one to answer the door. At fifteen he was on his way to being the double of Bruce and even walked like him as he led them through the halls to the rest of the family. True to his word the rest of the family were in comfortable clothes. Jeans and t-shirts befit most of them save Bruce and Dick who had classed theirs up with some expensive jumpers.
"They're here father," No sooner were the words out Damian's mouth than Tim was hugging Kon.
"Glad you could make it. We ordered pizza for you," Bruce held his arm out and started leading them back through the maze of halls to a large dining room.
It seemed the manor had been decorated to its spookiest. No streamers or fake cobwebs adorned the expansive walls. Instead the lighting had been replaced by candles and gas lamps. Along with the open curtains letting in a sight of fog filled fields Wayne manor didn't need decorations.
"Aren't you joining us?" Clark asked. Kon and him had been shown to their seats which Clark found were the only ones laden with food. The rest of the family simply sat in their respective seats and watched them.
"We ate earlier," Bruce explained then looked over at Tim for conformation of something. "I was informed that Kryptonians have shorter digestion times. It seemed better for only you to eat since we'll have more time for games afterwards."
Clark couldn't find a fault in Bruce's logic. It was true that he didn't need to wait to start moving around like some leaguer's he knew. His metabolism was more like Barry's in the sense that he ate and was raring to fight after only a moment's pause.
Still, there was something about Bruce's explanation that bugged him. Unfortunately he didn't have time to work it out since Kon swiftly kicked him under the table and motioned for him to eat. The pizza was his favourite and quite frankly one of the best ones he had ever tasted. He wondered if Bruce had picked out the perfect pizza place just for them coming over. Then swiftly cast that from his mind. He had six kids, they were bound to ask for pizza at least once in their lives. No doubt this was just trial and error until they found the perfect joint.
Finished, the games began. It started out simple. They played a couple rounds of chess in the parlour room as games Clark had and hadn't heard of were bounced between the kids. After that they decided on pictionary which was quickly scrapped once Steph and Damian got into a fight. Murder in the dark was fun. Clark had opted out of playing since he didn't want to be vulnerable, blindfolded, with this family. Instead he watched Kon cheat his way to winning and mess around when it was the other kids turn by flitting around the room. Several other games were played before a chime sounded through the manor.
"Half eleven, hide and seek time," Dick sang and darted out the room with a "Not it!"
There was a second as the registration of a new game dawned on everyone's faces then a race for the door as they all didn't want to be 'it'. Clark was about to join the fray when he was stopped with a tug on his arm.
"This is the part where they usually ditch me," And nodded at Clark to follow him out of the room and down another part of the manor.
"Really? It looks like they still want to play with you," Clark heard Steph 'Aw!' behind them as they passed.
"They don't. Every year they play it and find the others. Usually I'm forgotten about and they're playing something else when I finally catch up with them," It seemed cruel but Clark guessed that there were some games kids didn't want to play with their parents. He could certainly think of a few. "Besides I have you this year. We can entertain ourselves while the others are otherwise occupied."
Clark chuckled at the deep tone of Bruce's voice "It sounds like you're propositioning me."
Bruce stopped and turned to him. Peered closely as if looking for something "If I was?" Clark struggled to find a response to that. "Don't worry, I simply meant a drink."
Finally finding his voice Clark was shocked when he said "It's not that I wouldn't. You're very attractive. It's just I've not actually thought about any man like that."
He walked a bit ahead of Bruce, wondering where his admission came from. "Well think about it now. Hypothetically, if I were to ask if you wanted to come to my room would you say no?"
"I don't know," He wondered when they had actually gotten onto this topic. Backtracking he was disappointed to remember it was his fault.
A tug on his arm had him turning and facing Bruce "Clark, would you like to come to my room?"
Clark blamed his impulsive nature for having them up against a wall. The danger of the whole night. The wrongness he felt around these people. It was like it had all just became too much. He needed an outlet and what better and idiotic thing to do while Kon was off being potentially murdered than to be pulling down Bruce's slacks.
He remembered earlier that night as he watched them play murder in the dark. Kon hadn't been the only one cheating. Clark had watched as Bruce shared a look with Damian and the pair of them began mimicking each other's voices when they were called. Bruce had done it effortlessly, became someone else that is. It was odd watching it and even odder hearing Bruce moan against the wall as he swallowed down his cock. Was that really his voice? That low baritone, or was it the even lower growl. The gravelly tone that grunted and grated vowels when Clark teased him.
He remembered when they had played chess at the beginning of the night. Clark had foolishly challenged him to a game and wasn't prepared for the insightful and sneaky opponent Bruce made. He had no chance on that board so what made him think he had a chance here. Who was to say Bruce hadn't meant for this to happen. Meant for Clark to end up lazily thrusting into him when Bruce finally bit out directions to his room.
He remembered when Dick suggested they all play a game called 'Bats and Cats' which turned out to be a lot like cops and robbers. Bruce had ran and jumped around his house as fluid as an Olympic gold medallist. To say it was heavenly having him contort and wrap himself around Clark as they ruined Bruce's bed was an understatement.
By three o clock Clark was up for another round and couldn't care less about the danger Bruce posed. He was odd, so what? He was also breathtaking. The urgency had ran out of Clark's movements. The primal need he felt before had faded after his first orgasm and left behind a curious and gentle feeling that had him exploring any part of Bruce he could get at. The soft thighs that only warmed when Clark ran his hands down them. The muscles of his chest. The scars that joined and faded in an abstract pattern all over his body.
"How did you get this one?" Clark asked, biting gently at the scar on the inside of Bruce's thigh. He ignored the twitch in Bruce's cock. Having been begging for attention the last three minutes he wasn't about to give in yet.
Bruce didn't even look as he answered "Crock."
"A crocodile? Wow, and here I was thinking you lived a boring life," Not true but a crocodile was far from the list of things he thought Bruce would have encountered in his life.
"Why are you so curious?" It wasn't asked meanly. The soft tone and curious eyes couldn't possibly hold any hostility to the invasive questions Clark was asking.
"I like to know about people. Particularly people I sleep with and usually I know about it beforehand," he pulled his teeth down another scar. This one shaped like a bullet wound.
"I didn't realise," Bruce moaned as Clark brushed against his cock to lean up to his chest. "If it makes you feel better you can get to know me better before we do this again."
Clark smiled "We'll be doing this again?"
Bruce nodded "Tim and Kon won't be getting tired of each other just yet. Besides, I like you."
"You don't know me," he traced around a vicious scar near Bruce's heart. The words 'HaHa' engraved on his skin so clearly it had to have hurt when it happened.
"Then I'll try."
Bruce begged a break when eight in the morning dawned. All Clark knew was one minute he was watching Bruce drag himself off his lap and the next he was face down in his pillow asleep. Clark tried waking him when he went to get something to eat but Bruce wouldn't budge.
The curtains had all been drawn when Clark navigated the halls. The gas lamps were out and the candles gone from their previous posts. Listening to the silent house he only detected movement from Tim's room where Kon was snoring and kicking his covers.
It took three wrong turns before he ended up in the Wayne's expansive kitchen. His sigh echoed around the cookers and benches, relieved he had actually found the place since he was quite hungry. Unfortunately there was nothing to eat. Literally nothing.
No meat, cereal, bread or milk. It was like these people just lived on nothing. The odd feeling Clark had dulled about came back in full force. Screaming at him that it wasn't right they had nothing in their cupboards. Everyone had something.
The rational part of his brain decided to pay a short visit to him then. Bruce had six kids, most of them boys. Kon on a normal day had Clark's cupboards cleared out in a matter of hours if he didn't monitor the teen. Having six of them probably meant empty cupboards was a normal thing. Not to mention they had ordered a pizza last night. Bruce had said they ate earlier, so it was more than probable that they had bought themselves one as well. They weren't living on nothing. All they needed was a trip to the shops.
Calming down Clark sped up to Bruce's room and pulled more clothes on. He was starving and as Bruce hadn't moved in the last couple of hours he couldn't rely on the man to order him anything.
Gotham seemed more normal in the daylight. Streets swarming with people going about their daily routine just like anyone did. That didn't mean it looked normal. Far from it. Halloween seemed like it happened all year around. The posters that had been new last night were peeled from shop windows. Some of them left on top of other older posters giving the streets a look out of some war game Kon would play. The people were rude and when Clark looked up for some reprieve he found no sun. Just grey bleakness and fog obscuring the upper part of Gotham's skyline. The gargoyles watched him as he paid for his meal and sped back to Bruce's nest on the outskirts.
No one was awake three hours after he came back. Four and he contemplated leaving. The closer it got to night the more anxious the manor was making him. Five and Clark was torn standing at the door. He wanted to go but Kon was still there. His snores and grunts calling Clark to stay. What kind of a father figure would he be if he abandoned Kon here. He felt danger and Clark knew that abandoning a kid was wrong in these circumstances. That meant he was there another couple of hours. More, until he knew the sun was going down and the first rustle was heard.
Arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders and Clark jumped abruptly. Spinning around he saw it was only Bruce. Dishevelled and handsome he knew he had just given Clark a fright and smiled teasingly at him.
"Do you always sleep so late?" He asked. They had went to the kitchen after Bruce ordered in some food for him and the boys.
Bruce tilted his head as he thought over the question "Sometimes."
Damian joined them with Chinese in tow. His sisters yawning a few steps behind him. Clark only noticed when Jason smirked their way that all of them had given him amused looks. A blush stole over his cheeks at the thought that they knew what Bruce and he had been doing last night. Embarrassment slowly ebbed away as fear took its place. He wouldn't be able to forget his lapse in judgement if they all knew and it wasn't like he hadn't been fighting off Bruce's advancements this evening either. He couldn't become embroiled with Bruce. Not while he knew in his gut something was wrong.
"Morning," Kon yawned and took a seat comfortably next to Clark.
"Evening more like it," Clark replied and slipped some of the food the boy's way. "We had better get going soon."
Kon's face fell "What? Really?"
"We've been here for a full day. Besides I thought you and Bart were going out," Clark noted the scowl alleviating at the mention of their life outside of Tim and his family.
"We are," Kon gritted out. Turning to Tim who walked through the door he demanded "You should come too. Bart, he's one of the Titans," Clark internally sighed at Kon's lack of discretion. "He had this great idea to..."
Clark was pulled out of Kon's explanation by a foot sliding up his shin. Bruce was sipping his coffee on the other side of the table. The only proof Clark had that it was Bruce feeling him up was his eyes. Those steel blues locked onto his as the foot ran higher.
"Sure you can," Clark came back to the present as Bruce allowed Tim out. The brief break in their connection had Clark gathering his wits about him again before Bruce turned back. "Meanwhile I was hoping that we could spend more time together. I think getting to know each other would be nice." His own words thrown back at him over something as normal as a meal.
He tried to think of an excuse "I think I might have monitor duty."
"No you don't," Kon smiled, thinking he had done Clark a favour "I checked because Tim said he might ask us both to stay a bit longer."
"Gee, thanks Kon," Clark gritted out.
"Great," Bruce grinned. "I have something really interesting to show you," the wolf whistle didn't go unnoticed.
Kon and Tim left at nine when a bolt of red excitedly buzzed around a few seconds and left with them in tow. Bart was just as excited as the last time Clark saw him. Dick and Jason left not long afterwards to visit the nightclubs of Gotham, teasingly telling Clark to look after Bruce while they were gone. After that Cass and Damian went to Bruce's home gym and Steph had her night planned out in front of the TV leaving just the two of them.
Bruce led him through the hallways again. Passing door after door. Clark began to wonder if he would just jump into bed as soon as Bruce asked. Sure, he said he wouldn't but those eyes just had him saying yes regardless. Yet they passed Bruce's door and continued on until they came to a study. Bruce introduced his parents as the portrait on the wall. Two well dressed individuals that obviously came from good lineage. The only odd thing about the portrait was that they looked out of time. The hairstyle Bruce's mother wore alone had Clark thinking back to those films about flapper girls and gangsters.
"It's just through here," Bruce motioned and pulled Clark close as he tampered with an old grandfather's clock. "I've been wanting your opinion since Tim first told me about you. Please, before we go in, keep an open mind."
Clark nodded and let Bruce lead him down stairs carved into rock that opened out onto a wide cavern. He heard the bats screeching above but couldn't take his eyes off the scene before him to look at them. All around him was machinery. Computer's so advanced he was afraid Palmer and Lex were decades behind. Then there were the cars. All of them sleek beauties that blended in with the shadows encompassing them.
"What is this place?" Clark moved forward to run his hands across one of the cars. It was real alright.
"The kids call it the 'Bat Cave'," Bruce answered. "Truthfully it was a base of operations from when I was a vigilante."
Startled Clark looked back at him. Vigilante? Then he remembered the odd costume Bruce was wearing at Tim's birthday. 'The kids call it the Bat Cave' and there on Bruce's chest had been the symbol of a bat.
"What was your name?" Clark would have remembered someone masquerading as a bat.
"Batman," Bruce cringed "I know it's cheesy but it seemed like the right name at the time. Then it just stuck."
Clark looked over the cave again "How long ago were you operating? I don't remember anyone called Batman."
"Long. I scarcely warrant a search if that's what you're planning to do. I was barely caught on camera and many people have forgotten about me by now," There was an odd inflection in Bruce's voice. Clark couldn't tell if it were anger or amusement.
"Still...," He fingered a couple of bat shaped objects. "So what made you give it up?" Bruce shrugged and went over to a darkened part of the cave. Pressing a couple of buttons Clark heard a whirring then cases upon cases lit up from the darkness. Bat suits, all of them variations to the one Bruce was wearing on Tim's birthday. Alongside that were other outfits. Smaller ones that a child would wear and brightly coloured suits that looked eerily similar to some of Bruce's kid's fancy dress outfits. Clark had nothing against sidekicks but usually they were kids people found on the streets not their own children. "Why are you showing me all this?"
Bruce tapped one of the cases. All black with a grey background for the bat sigil. "I was thinking about having another go at it. All these new vigilantes... it's a different age. Gotham has gotten better sure but crime is still around. It itches when I think I could be out there doing something."
Clark nodded. He had experienced that itch himself. The urge to do something, to help people. He usually got it when he lost his powers for a short space of time. Truthfully he was glad he now had Kon and Kara to help him. Alone he probably would have tried fashioning a few weapons like Green Arrow for when he was powerless and more than likely ended up dead as a result.
"So what do you want me to do?" At that Bruce strode over to him and handed off a couple of things into Clark's hands.
"I'm outdated. I need to know what works and what doesn't. There are more Meta's out there now and you have knowledge on them. It would be a great help if you informed me of these people, these changes. I hate going in unprepared." Clark fingered a gun with a hook on the end. Accidentally pressing a button the hook shot out and embedded itself in a steel table. Bruce took it out of Clark's arms after that. "Also I need you to monitor me. In the past I've been harsh on criminals. Now... I'm stronger," Clark could see the muscles, remembered how firm they were under his touch and agreed that Bruce was more than likely stronger than he had been. Muscles like that took years to achieve. "and that makes me more dangerous. Not being out on the field means that I'm, again, going in blind. Having someone like yourself with so much strength of his own to look out for me would again be a big help."
Clark gazed around the cave. So much hard work must have gone into this place. So many days and weeks sacrificed to create this cavern dedicated to justice. "You're not going to stay home if I say no, are you?" Bruce just smirked at him. "Alright I'll help."
It took a couple of weeks before Bruce was ready to go out. Through all that time Clark helped him adjust his weapons to the new wave of super villains and indulged himself on Bruce's computer. It was magnificent. Files of criminals at the touch of a finger. Some of them, Clark noticed, dated back decades.
He was at the manor more than Kon in those weeks. The teen having to get back into the habit of attending Titan meetings and actually doing his homework meant that he spent most days in Metropolis. Clark still saw him at the manor and one time swore he heard Kon moaning in Tim's room. Clark had investigated only to have them playing chess when he walked in. He wasn't all that convinced by that innocent game. Not when Kon was breathing haphazardly.
The thought of Tim and Kon's relationship being like Clark's almost one with Bruce had him on edge. He didn't want to keep interrupting them but when Clark heard Kon groan in the manor he automatically assumed the worst.
His bad feeling about the Waynes hadn't gone since he discovered Bruce's lair. In fact it had increased. He had thought the oddness of the family could be attributed to Clark recognising a fellow vigilante. He had hoped that getting to know Bruce better. To know his dedication to his city and even trivial things like what kind of tobacco he liked would ebb at his distress. Yet every time he heard an odd noise he jumped. Every time one of the kids sneaked up on him he felt like punching them. There was something off and it had nothing to do with their secret cave.
"Are you sure you want to go out. We can practice some more in the cave," Clark offered.
It fell on deaf ears. Bruce's mind was set. He had his batmobile gassed up and belt stocked. Already he had a route he was going to follow and right now was just waiting for Clark to get in the passenger seat.
"If something goes wrong I trust you enough to help," Bruce urged and Clark eventually got in.
The route was just a passing drive along Gotham's streets until they got to the docks. From there Bruce got out and Clark lost him for a bit. He moved without a sound in the manor. Out in the world where sounds clashed together it was impossible to pin him down. All Clark could do was wait by the car until that cowled head appeared again.
The night was quiet, Bruce said. They caught a couple of rapists and stopped a mugging. No super criminals to take down or ingenious billionaires trying to blow up the world. All in all it was a success as far as first nights go.
Clark had thought he was finished for the night as the car pulled into the cave but the doors were still locked even as the batmobile came to a stop.
"Something wrong?" Clark asked.
Bruce hummed and eventually took off his cowl. "It's been two weeks."
"Since..." Bruce arched an eyebrow and Clark got what he was referring to.
"You said you usually get to know people before you bed them. Would you say you know me a bit better now?" Clark really didn't want to answer that.
Unfortunately Bruce's eyes had that weird way of pulling answers out of him "Yeah I guess."
"So, it would be sufficient to say if I asked you to my room tonight you might accept?" Clark found himself nodding again and it was like two weeks ago all over again. Bruce asked and Clark whisked them away to his room.
This time Clark had more experience in what to expect. At one point he was sure he made Bruce keep his cowl on while he let Bruce come in him. It was exhilarating and frightening at the same time, being at Bruce's mercy. He couldn't help in the lapses just watch the way Bruce's fragile body regained its strength. The scars taking on a whole new meaning now he knew about his vigilante lifestyle. Battle wounds from his nights on the streets that made him sexier when Clark thought about Bruce getting them, surviving them and going out again for more.
After Clark's breaking point that night he found himself staying at the manor more for different reasons that had nothing to do with Batman. When Bruce asked he said yes and more often than not he ended up late to work because Bruce had made him oversleep. He didn't even try waking Bruce up. After discovering the second time he stayed over in Bruce's bed that he did indeed sleep all day it seemed pointless. Besides, he needed all the sleep he could get now that he was prowling the streets night after night.
"I think you should join the Justice League," Clark propositioned one night. "Most vigilantes have and its a good way to make friends, allies even for when you're in trouble."
Bruce hummed beside him contemplatively. "I don't think I could make all the meetings. It seems like they operate any time of the day and... well, you know I'm a nocturnal creature."
Clark grinned "True. I still think you should at least meet them. If not all of them then just a few. We live a dangerous life after all. One person could be the key to locking the bad guy up or landing face down in a gutter."
Bruce pulled himself up to get a better look at Clark "Which ones?"
A few faces immediately came to mind "Diana definitely. She's Wonder Woman. I think you'd like her. Then... Green Arrow. You're both powerless vigilantes. Getting to know each other would be interesting to the both of you I think. See how you differ and all that. Then I guess the Flash. He's a nice guy and a whiz at science. Something tells me you'd hit it right off. Maybe Hawkgirl but she can be a bit headstrong. I think it'd be better for you to make friends with those three first before you met her."
"Sounds good," The tone of voice Bruce used told Clark he thought it was anything but. "When do you want us to meet?"
"When do you want to meet them? I'm only suggesting you do, you don't have to if you don't want to," Bruce shook his head while Clark was talking. "Alright I'll arrange something."
It turned out that everyone was free the following Thursday. Diana had been excited to meet Bruce when Clark suggested it. She knew all about his reverences with his family and was eager to see what had Clark in such a state. Oliver started lamenting to Barry after he brought it up that everyone was copying off him. Bruce's lack of powers and fancy gadgetry had struck a chord in what Clark had thought would be a fast friendship.
They all met in Gotham. Bruce had said he didn't want to venture outside of the city so close to sunrise. For the first five minutes it was just the five of them having a stand off on a rooftop. Bruce eventually broke it by taking something from God knew where and handing it out.
"My son wants your autograph," Diana lit up and took Bruce to the side as she signed them.
Clark made his way to the other two "So what do you think?"
Oliver was squinting at Bruce's caped back "I think there's something off about him."
"Same," Barry agreed. "I don't know if it's the Bat thing, this place or just him in general."
"How do you mean 'off?'" He was genuinely curious about what they believed was off. Thinking that maybe one of them could pinpoint what Clark was so worried about he could rest easy.
They didn't take his question that way. Thinking they had offended him they quickly retracted their statements. Diana finished her signings and walked Bruce back over to the rest of the group.
"This is Green Arrow and that is The Flash. As Clark has probably told you the Flash is fast and Oliver likes to shoot arrows," She introduced.
Bruce tilted his head as he looked Oliver up again "Are you Robert Queen?"
Oliver started and it took a while before he choked out a "No."
"Oh. You look like him," Bruce observed and turned to Barry. "Clark said you like science."
"Sure do," Barry agreed.
Bruce looked to Clark who nodded his head. They had agreed beforehand to at least get Barry on their side so he took their peace offering out of his belt and held it out. "It's a phone. Clark got me one and I modified it so it should keep up with some of your faster texts."
They definitely had Barry on-board from that moment. Diana too seemed quite taken with Bruce. It was only Oliver that stayed hesitant with the new vigilante.
Clark took him aside while Bruce explained some of the complicated wiring he had to do to Barry's new favourite phone. "Are you alright?"
"He thought I was my father. No, wait, he knows my identity. I thought you hadn't told him?" Oliver accused.
"I haven't. He called you you're father remember. If I had told him he would have called you Oliver and not Robert wouldn't he," Clark pointed out.
Oliver ran his hands over his face "I don't like this."
"You don't have to. He's not joining the league, he said so himself. I just wanted him to make a few friends. No matter what we feel about him so far he's been a nice guy. Until he starts threatening me with Kryptonite I'm going to try and be his friend. You don't have to, but just remember what it was like when you started out and then make your own conclusion," He went to join the rest of the group.
Clark got Bruce home with a full hour before sunrise. Being up all night had Bruce collapsing in bed as soon as they got back and only able to grunt his reply as Clark eagerly asked what he thought about the other heroes.
Having the day off himself, Clark stayed in the manor that day. Bruce's bed was too luxurious to pass up and he could hear Kon snoring a floor down so there was no point going back to his apartment.
He woke when Bruce draped himself across his chest. It was dark out and a playful look was all the invitation Clark needed to waste a couple of hours messing up Bruce's sheets.
They had to emerge eventually and that eventually just so happened to be at the time Kon was doing the walk of shame to the manor's front door.
"Going somewhere?" Clark called and watched the teen stiffen.
"I didn't know you were here," Kon mumbled.
Clark repressed the smirk wanting to spread across his face. Instead he took Kon by the shoulders and steered him into Bruce's kitchen. "I know. Which reminds me, we really do need to have a talk about you and Tim one of these days." Clark watched as dawning horror spread. "But not today. I have to help Bruce with Damian so for now, just be safe," He slipped a couple of condoms into Kon's hands and watched his reflection in the toaster.
The look of fright when Tim came up behind him and asked what he had in his hands was worth every glare Kon sent his way.
"You seem cheery," Clark jumped himself at Bruce's sudden arrival.
"Kon's embarrassed," He shrugged.
As the rest of the boys filtered down Bruce handed off Wonder Woman's signed memorabilia to Jason with a "No problem chum."
Clark watched war begin between Jason and Dick as they fought over who's signed goods were better. Quickly turning his attention to Damian when the boy came near.
"Are you ready to start training?" Bruce had planned to make the boy Robin after explaining the small suits in the cave.
Apparently Damian had been when he was younger but had to retire for some reason Bruce wouldn't specify. As soon as mention of the cowl had been made he had been begging his father to let him back in the Robin suit which was where Clark came in. 'If you can keep me in check then I trust you with Damian' was what Bruce thought of it.
Damian tutted "I've been ready since before you were born."