When they kissed, they tried to touch each other as much as they could. Trying to melt into each other, becoming one, Superman ripped Batman's Armor down. Batman reached up and threatened his leader covered fingers through the hair at Superman's nape. It was pure electricity for his body.

When Superman's strong hand traced down Batman's chest, brushing his nipple he shivered.

"Dad is right. Maybe I shouldn't read this stuff...", Shiro murmured. When she heard Bruce walking down to the cave she minimized the page and turned around.
"What are you doing here?", he said before he was could even see her.

"I was bored. So Tim showed me how to use the internet on your computer.", she said bluntly. Leaning forward she started whispering "I think he was afraid I could see his porn when I use his laptop..."

Bruce sighed way too tired to get angry. He took the girl and placed her next to the columns with the suits. "You are just like Kent..."

"That's what he said."

Bruce looked at her questioning.
"I mean...he says..that I am just like you."

Bruce raised one eyebrow showing half annoyance. He sat down and maximized the page and frowned.

Alfred came down with Clark behind him. Bruce quickly minimized the window. Shiro ran towards Clark, claiming his leg as teddy bear. Bruce looked at Clark. Natural. Normal. His usual glare. But Clark heard the little skip in his heartbeat, when he came down.

"I believe the two of you have many things to discuss.", the British said placing one hand at the child's back to take her up.
"I want to stay with them...", she said pouting a bit.

Alfred looked down at the brown eyed girl " So, you don't want to help me and Master Timothy making waffles?", he asked mocking.

Shiro widened her eyes and walked up real fast.

When the two of them were gone Clark looked at the entrance "Since when does Alfred allow anyone in his kitchen?"

"The girl has to go.", the billionaire said straight forward.
"No small talk...of course. What did I expect?", he raised his hands dramatically and smiled ironically.

"Clark. This is serious."
"Because you actually like her?"
"Clark, you don't like someone just like that."

"Uh, yes, Bruce, you do. Normal people do that. They see someone, they talk with him and-"
"Clark."
Clark shot him a look "No. You are not coming up with some reasons why this is impossible."

Bruce just looked at him.

"I'm sick and tired of people asking me why I suddenly adopted a child! I did it because it felt right. Because I wanted to. Because I actually like her and want to care for her."
"Though, when you decided to adopt her, you didn't even know her real age."

The angry looked mixed with confusion. "She told me some things. And as far as I can tell. you don't know anything about her. Neither do I. And yes, Clark, I do feel...affection towards her. And that is what does not make sense. Because I felt it when I first saw her. And I assume so did you."
Clark looked to the ground frowning.
"Can't you see that it is irrational, even emotionally illogical that you feel that strong affection towards a girl by just looking at her?"

Clark felt defeated and sighed. "Then...what do you suggest?", he walked to the smaller man. Bruce looked at him through his eyelashes.

"Her eyes."

Clark gave him a short nod still feeling uneasy. "Makes sense."

"I don't suppose that she does it on purpose. Then again...we don't know her. Maybe she knows exactly what she does. We should take her to J'onn."
The alien nodded again. He didn't want to believe that his little raccoon was just a mind manipulating little miss. Maybe she was part of a big evil plan, trying to get close enough to Superman, or more likely Batman, just to destroy him. Maybe she was used. Or maybe, just maybe..she was just a little girl who wanted to be with them.

Bruce stood up and laid a hand on Clark's shoulder. "Don't worry. It's not like you get mind controlled everyday."

Clark glared at him. Irony doesn't help. He looked down to his hand on his shoulder. A really unfitting thought shot through his mind. He tensed up and looked at Bruce, who frowned.

Bruce also looked down at his own hand on Clark's shoulder. When the story, he read maybe 7 minutes ago reappeared in his mind, he took his hand back and walked to his computer.
"As I said. Don't worry. She even got Ace to like her."