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Chapter Summary: Clark comes over to the manor to see what the call Bruce made is about.

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Bruce's POV

Chapter 8. Meeting


It was around noon when Alfred called the boys and myself inside from the backyard to have lunch.

I had played their game of heroes and criminals for a while but they had wanted to play by themselves after a while. I had let them do this, and I had simply watched them from a seat next to the patio table.

How long was it going to take to get the boyscout to come over here? I had told him hours earlier and I know that if he wanted he could have been here already. The question was why wasn't he here already.

The doorbell rang when we were in the middle of eating lunch which was a homemade mac and cheese dish which was unusual meal as I had not seen Alfred cook it since Dick was around 11 years old.

Alfred immediately rushed over to answer the door after hearing the doorbell ring.

When it he returned Clark was with him, so the boyscout had listened to my call after all. If he chose to come the day I had told him to come, why the delay?

"Master Bruce mister Clark is here to see you. Perhaps you two should talk in the study." Alfred suggested.

"Who are the children? Where is the rest of the family? What is going on, Bruce?" Clark demanded from me immediately after seeing the boys.

"Uncle Clark why don't you remember us?" Dick asked with a tremble on his voice, he was on the verge of crying from this thought.

"Dickie it is fine, Clark just had a lapse of memory. Right?" I said hoping that this would calm the child done. I really didn't want to see him cry.

"What do you mean "Dickie" you do know that Dick is many years older than this child?" Clark questioned me and the reaction was immediate.

Dick started to sob at the idea of someone he sees as his Uncle thought he was not who he was.

Tim ran over to where I was seated at the table and grabbed my leg and started to drag me over to where Dick was.

Jason started to glare down Clark with the best bat-glare that he could manage.

Damian ran at Clark to attack him screaming, "That was my brother you insulted you idiot. You shall pay!"

"Damian, do not attack our guest, he simply had a horrible lapse in memory and did not mean to hurt Dickie so." I demanded as I went with Tim over to where Dick was crying.

Jason glaring at the boyscout wouldn't hurt anyone for the moment and he deserved it so I let him continue to do it.

I knelt down so that I was at the same eye level with Dick, "It is horrible that your Uncle Clark had that lapse, he must be thinking you are someone else." I told him as I rubbed circles across his back.

"Bad that Uncle Clark has bad memory like that, it must interfere with his being Superman." Dick told me a few minutes later as he finished crying.

"Yes, it does." I told him even if it wasn't true it was kinda fun to insult the boyscout.

"What just happened?" Clark asked as the whole ordeal ended.

"This is Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian." I said pointing out each child as I said their respective name. "And you upset my son." I growled out the last part.

"Sorry Bruce, sorry Dick. But what happened here? Why did you call me here?" Clark asked me.

"My office now Clark." I told him as he boys didn't know that they were the incorrect ages and I didn't want them to find out deep down.


It had taken a good hour and a half to explain what had happened to the boys, what little I knew about the boys, that I wanted him to write an article about them being deaged due to a gas when they were kidnapped a week ago.

They hadn't been kidnapped but I had already creating false records saying that they had been and that I hadn't told the police because the people that sent the ransom told me that they would kill them if I contacted the police or any of the bats.

Thankfully Clark agreed to write the article on what had happened using the cover story I had created this morning while the boys had played in the backyard by themselves.

We returned to the dining room as soon as we had finished working out all the details. I really didn't want to spend time with Clark but I didn't know who else I could trust to tell the cover story as I had created it.

As soon as we entered the living room where the boys were coloring in some coloring books Tim ran up to me and stood next to my leg again. Jason simply looked up at us then went back to coloring in his book.

"Father would you like to join us. Clark could leave." Damian suggested as he noticed our arrival

"I will be going back to write that, Bruce. Until next time." Clark said to me heading towards the door.

"Uncle Clark! Uncle Clark!" Dick said to get said man's attention as he had something he wanted to tell him and had just realized they had entered the room.

"What is it Dick?" Clark asked the small boy but it was clear that he really didn't want to know whatever it was that Dick had wanted his attention for.

"You should probably see a doctor about your memory problem." Dick said earnestly to Clark.

"Oh, yes I will get it checked." Clark lied to not worry Dick but he didn't do it well but Dick bought it so it would be okay this time.

Clark walked over to the door so that he could leave which I so desperately wanted him to do.

"Bye Uncle Clark!" Dick yelled with a large wave to Clark as he left.

"Bye." Jason simply said not even looking up from his coloring book while saying the polite statement to Clark.

"Thank you for leaving us." Damian told Clark sincerely. I would have to tell him if he tells people goodbye that he would have to be polite about it.

Tim simply gave a small wave in Clark's direction as his form of goodbye.

Clark finally exited the manor and shut the door behind himself. Well I really am glad that he is gone and the story has been arranged.