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Metropolis
Clarke disembarked and looked around. There was no one however to receive him. Usually, he would not like the feeling, but that day, it didn't matter. For Bruce was there to keep him company. Clarke had to try really hard to pull him out of Sophie's embrace. He wasn't sure if it was Bruce who didn't want to let go or Sophie. However he had to allow Sophie a last chance to pick his cheek and peck him, and she did so, without much grace as reflected in her attire.
Clarke had to call a cab to reach his apartment although he hardly needed one. It wasn't that many people in the station knew him, as Clarke Kent of course, but somehow he felt that somehow more people acknowledged his presence, for Bruce was hard to miss. He mumbled something or the other all the way through to the cab, nothing of which made sense to Clarke, but somehow amused the others. He was given preference over another young couple to take the cab who had reached before he did, for they were happy to oblige as Bruce threw a quick baby smile at them. This is your day, Clarke! - he said to himself.
Clarke had to nudge the door of his apartment open, for his right hand wasn't free as it usually would've been. He felt a sense of pride as he saw that spic-n-spak clean and ordered room, just the way he left it. His colleagues teased him for his so called perfection in everything, for no one would expect a bachelor room to be so neat. But that was one of the virtues Clarke did not want to forego,order in his life. He made straight to the bed as he always would, but this time, he made sure he landed Bruce safely on the bed before he crashed on it. The bed shook at the impact, but did not show any signs of failure. Apparently Clarke hadn't put his entire weight in the fall. He stared blankly at the ceiling for a while and then turned to Bruce, who looked as if he were counting his fingers.
"So, what say, Bruce! What do we do today?" Clarke nudged him playfully. Bruce, who was lost in thought struggled to keep his balance and protested with a small sharp cry.
Clarke disregarded that. "Let's start from the top," he continued, "you shall need – diapers"
Bruce's seemed to frown on that. Is that the top?
Clarke continued, "And we have diapers…two whole packs of them! Pa says these are the best!" he said, taking out a pack of diapers from his bag. Bruce simply looked at them, without much of an expression.
"And, we need a place for you to sleep! A crib! Well I think we need to go shopping for that…ok…a crib", he noted it down.
Bruce examined the room as Clarke was lost in his own world.
"Baby food!" Clarke exclaimed, as he realised that he was hungry and had to fix himself a sandwich. "We need to get you milk and that baby food, like Farex or something. Yeah! Number two – baby food!"
Bruce made some sounds, the meaning of which was again not deciphered. Clarke went on with his list.
"I think you'll need some toys too. We'll get some toys…and…oh wait…do you need a baby potty?" he frowned. Bruce returned what seemed to be a disgusting look. Clarke became conscious of his entering into his personal space, but it was necessary!
"Ah, well, I guess diapers will do…"
Bruce seemed like he was going to explode, so Clarke let it go there. But it's important, isn't it he said to himself.