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A belated little fic to celebrate Bruce's birthday yesterday :D

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Bruce was sitting behind his desk when Clark entered the study. A large part of the mahogany surface was covered by papers neatly stacked, and the billionaire was absorbed in whatever he was reading.

"Hey, B." He only got a grunt in reply. "Are you busy?"

That made Bruce look up, just like Clark knew it would. The well-groomed eyebrow arched said exactly what Bruce thought about his question.

Clark rolled his eyes good-naturedly as he walked closer. "Can it wait? Whatever it is you're working on?"

"Why?"

"There's something I want to show you. And no," He added as soon as he saw the other man open his mouth, "it's not an emergency."

Bruce looked down at the documents before him, and Clark knew he had won even before the billionaire looked at him again. Bruce hated paperwork too much not to take every excuse he could to abandon it. And Alfred did say Bruce wasn't working on anything pressing and he could steal him for a bit.

"Alright. Just let me get changed and-"

"You don't have to change."

The words gave Bruce pause, narrowed blue eyes assessing him. Clark only hoped he wouldn't insist on putting on the suit or it was going to be a little awkward.

"Fine," Bruce huffed, walking around the desk.

Clark gave him a quick kiss as he passed by his side, hiding a triumphant smile as they walked out of the study together.

Once in the gardens, Clark reached to unclip his cape and handed it to the other man. Bruce eyed the crimson cloth for a moment before taking it with a sigh and wrapping it around his body.

With Bruce safely covered by the cape in his arms, Clark was able to fly faster than normal, reaching their destination in a matter of minutes. He felt Bruce tense as soon as they started descending, and he realized the billionaire was peeking through a small opening and knew where they were.

"Clark," He growled softly, only to be cut short by a female voice calling their names. They turned to see Martha and Jonathan Kent coming out of the small yellow house with smiles on their faces.

Bruce shot Clark another look as he let him down, hastily attempting to straighten his suit and fix his hair in the few moments it took the older couple to reach them.

His cheeks were flushed, his hair still tousled by the wind, and his tie crooked, and Clark wanted nothing more in that moment than to kiss him until they were both breathless.

"Happy Birthday, dear," Martha said, wrapping her arms around Bruce as soon as she reached him.

Clark met Bruce's eyes over his mother's shoulder, smiling as the billionaire returned the hug a second later. "Thank you, Mrs. Kent-"

"None of that Mrs. Kent nonsense. I told you, it's just Martha. Or Ma if you want."

"Thank you, Martha."

She kissed his cheek before moving away to hug her son while her husband took his turn greeting the billionaire.

"Happy Birthday, son," The man wished him with a hearty pat on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Mr. Kent."

"Jonathan."

"Jonathan," Bruce repeated with a small smile, flickering his eyes in Martha's direction.

"I know you must have plans to celebrate with your family today, but I'm glad Clark convinced you to come."

Bruce and Clark exchanged a long look.

"I didn't have to work hard at all to get him here, Ma."

"He didn't," Bruce confirmed with a wry curl of his lips before turning back to Martha. "I apologize for canceling our trip at the last minute the other day."

"Nonsense, dear. You were in no condition to come here. I was so worried when Clark told us you were hurt." Martha reached to link their arms together as they started walking toward the house. "You're all better now, aren't you?"

"I am. Thank you."

"I'm glad to hear that. I asked Clark to take you some pie. He gave it to you, didn't he?"

"Of course I did, Ma!" Clark protested from where he and Jonathan were walking behind them.

"Don't take that tone with me, young man," Martha scolded. "Do I need to remember you what happened to the pie I asked you to take to Pete's mom?"

Clark felt his face heat up as Bruce turned to look at him over his shoulder, blue eyes alight. "I was ten, Ma."

"You were, but I don't think you like my pies any less than you did back then, do you?"

"No," He admitted after a moment.

"Smart boy," Jonathan murmured with a chuckle as he patted his son's back.

"You don't have to worry, Martha. Clark delivered your pie just like you asked and it was delicious. The kids and Alfred loved it as well."

Martha beamed. "I would have baked a few pies for you to take back home if I had known. But don't worry, I'm sure I can whip up one or two before you leave."

Bruce shot Clark a slightly panicked look. "No. Please. We didn't come here to make you do any more work."

She patted his arm. "Baking and cooking is no work at all, dear, but alright. I'll just send it with Clark another day."

He only shrugged in response to the look Bruce sent him as they entered the house.

"That's not necessary, but if you insist I'm sure they will love it. Thank you."

"Of course, dear."

"I'll be right back," Clark announced just before disappearing upstairs, returning a moment later wearing jeans, a plaid shirt, and his glasses.

He paused before joining in, taking in the sight of Bruce in his three-piece suit sitting comfortably at the table talking with his Pa while his Ma commented in passing as well as she brought the food to the table. It was Bruce who saw him standing there, their eyes meeting for a wordless moment, a knowing look in the piercing blue eyes. Clark ducked his head with a smile still on his face before closing the distance still between them.

Clark slid his hand into Bruce's as soon as he sat at his side, getting a gentle squeeze and a soft smile in return.

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a/n: Surprised to see a second chapter? Well, so am I. This was my first time writing the Kents, so I hope I did alright.

I totally forgot yesterday was Bruce's birthday and only remembered when I saw some comments about it, and so I tried to think of something to write and this idea came up, though I didn't get to finish on time. And yes, Alfred and the Bats are planning something too back in Gotham. I hope you enjoyed it!