Sons of El
by TwinEnigma
Standard Disclaimer - I do not own Young Justice, Batman: Son of the Demon or any of the characters therein. I do not do this for profit, but rather for fun and skills building.
NB: originally posted on the YJ Anon Meme, de-anoning because I've already admitted it was me; for a prompt in which Clark is really hesitant about letting Superboy into his life because he and Lois are in a relationship and, when they discovered they couldn't have kids, they went ahead and adopted a son, Damian.
Warnings: AU, spoilers for Batman: Son of the Demon and YJ season 1
Two Weeks Earlier…
Clark Kent, aka Superman, glowered across the kitchen table at Bruce Wayne, aka Batman, and privately contemplated that there was no one on Earth that could possibly be any more stubborn than the Bat. He simply refused to drop the issue with the cl- Conner and absolutely just didn't get that Superman wasn't the boy's father. Even the knowledge that Clark already had an adoptive son with Lois, one who was jealous of other kids getting his father's attention and tended to get into mischief trying to emulate him, had really stopped the Bat. The most that had done was move the verbal insistence to nonverbal and very pointed cues that Batman would not be satisfied until Connor was sitting at the Kent family table with them for every Christmas from here to eternity.
Well, Clark amended mentally, there was one person more mulishly stubborn than Batman, but at four, Damian Kent had an excuse. At thirty-two, Bruce had no such excuse.
And Bruce was sitting there, the barest twitch betraying the hope that he might have finally got Superman to cave.
No such luck, Clark thought sourly. "It's about Damian."
"Your son," Bruce said, folding his hands together and leaning back in his chair. "What about him?"
Clark sighed, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose at the clear disinterest. "He's asking about his real parents and why they gave him up."
"Seems like a perfectly sensible question," Bruce responded, glaring daggers at him. "Why would any parent give up a perfectly good child?"
Clark threw up his hands in frustration and stood. "You just couldn't resist, could you?" he said, "You know what, I was wrong to come to you about this. I should have gone to Barry – at least he'd have heard me out without judging me for a situation I had no control over!"
He then turned on his heel, heading for the door. Bruce was a friend, yes, but sometimes, god, Bruce was just so infuriating.
"Clark," Bruce called out, "Wait."
He paused in the doorway, glancing over his shoulder.
"I'll help," Bruce said, standing, "On one condition."
Of course, Clark mused acidly, and he could guess what it was, too.
"Think about letting Damian and Connor meet," Bruce said.
Okay… so maybe not, Clark noted and after a moment, replied, "I'll think about it."
Bruce smiled: "Good, that's all I want."
Clark had the very distinct feeling he'd just been played.
