A/N: Okay people, here's chapter 2. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the song or Young Justice.
Its in his DNA.
Peace and quiet. Finally. Clark was sat behind a bookcase in the Watchtower's library, trying to escape all the drama in his life.
He was a father. Well, not technically, but someone did share his genetics. Superboy.
He kind of felt bad for the guy, being a clone and not having a real identity to call your own. And despite what people may think, he didnt hate him, it was just too awkward to start up a conversation with him, and to be honest, talking to himself creeped him out. Not to mention the whole thing is extremely confusing.
He groaned, shoving his head into his hands. Why does this sort of stuff always happen to him?
As if things couldn't get any worse, with his super hearing he could hear the faint voice of Barry Allen drifting through the corridors, sounding very much like a cat being strangled.
"No scientist or biology,
Its obvious, when he's holding me,
Its only natural,
That I'm so affected, ooh,"
One thing he hated most in the world, is singing. And putting that with an irriating Barry, just makes it a thousand times worse.
It got louder, and louder, with each passing second as the scarlet speedster drew closer, and closer.
"And my heart won't beat again,
If I can't feel him in my veins,
No need to question,
I already know,"
All of a sudden, he burst into the library, arms spread out above his head as he belted out the lyrics,
"Its in his DNA, D-D-DNA,
Its in his DNA,
And he just takes my breath away,
B-b-breath away, I feel it everyday,"
Zooming over, he leaned down and grabbed Superman by the shoulders, looking him in the eyes as he carried on,
"And that's what makes a man,
Not hard to understand, perfect in every way,
I see it in his face, nothing more to say,
Its in his D-D-DNA,"
"Barry let go of me, I'm not in the mood for your 'jokes' right now, come back when I've had a drink, or two."
Flash didn't acknowledge his sarcastictone, and hauled Clark out of the chair and began to stroke the other man's face with his red clad fingertips, letting loose a small chuckle, he changed the pitch of his voice making it higher than before,
"Its the blue in his eyes,
That helps me see the future,
Fingerprints that leave me covered for days,
Yeah, hey, yeah,"
"I swear to God, Barry, stop rubbing my chest, or I'll use my heat vision on you."
There was a slight pause as he thought about the threat, and then thought of offer Ollie issued if he did this. McDonalds everyday for a whole two weeks is way worth the risk of being fried by Superman. Filling his lungs with air he continued,
"Now I don't have any first degree,
But I know, what he does to me,
No need to work it out,
Its so familiar, ooh,"
"Pinch my ass again, and I'll break all of your fingers one by one."
"If you really hated it that much, you would've thrown me into the wall by now." Barry stated with a shit-eating grin.
"And get into trouble with Batman for damaging the wall? No thanks." Clark muttered, giving up all together, allowing his friend to pull him around the room in some form of dancing,
"Its all about his kiss,
Contaminates my lips,
Our energy connects,
Its simple genetics,"
This is definitely not what he signed up for when he joined the League. Huffing, he stomped his feet in time with Barrys humming, deciding just to go with it.
"That's it Supes! See, I knew you'd come 'round!"
He rolled his eyes and gave another huff to show his disapproval.
Barry spun them in a circle, then began wiggling his hips as he held up Clarks hands and sang, exaggeratedly bobbing his head from side to side,
"I'm the X to his Y,
Its the color of his eyes,
He can do no wrong,
No, he don't need to try,"
"Alright, that's it. Playtime's over Barry, I can't do this anymore...its starting to freak me out."
The speedster grasped his hands tighter, biting his lip to stifle a laugh, as he placed one hand on the other man's cheek, drawing patterns softly,
"Made from the best,
He passes all the tests,
Got my heart beating fast,
Its cardiac arrest,"
"Seriously, pal. Guys don't do this with other guys, especially if said guy has a wife!"
Letting go of him, Barry dramatically dropped to his knees in front of a wide-eyed Superman, both hands clutching his chest, singing his heart out,
"He's from a different strain,
That science can't explain,
I guess, that's how he's made,
Its in his D-D-DNA,"
"That's it, I'm out of here!" He cried, flying towards the exit, turning to face him and added with a raised eyebrow, "Wait until I tell Batman that you've finally lost your mind." And flew out of the room, a small smile forming on his face when he realised just how much the moron had cheered him up.
When he thought it was safe, Barry pressed the communicator in his ear, waiting patiently.
"Green Arrow."
He gave a loud snort before speaking in a sassy voice, "Yo' bitch, you owe me seven Big Mac meals tomorrow afternoon. Player out."
Song: Little Mix-DNA
A/N: I really loved doing this chapter, you just know Barry's the type of dude who would do that to another dude :P let me know what you thought of it!
~Beautiful-Dark~