That day after the storm

Bruce had come home completely exhausted from work. Alone at home despite the late hour, he knew they would probably order dinner again. Clark had warned him that he would be home late, so Bruce didn't find it surprising that his husband wasn't already there.

It was pouring outside. Clark had to be on foot, normally taking advantage of public transportation to get to work. With weather like this outside Clark would surely catch a cold. At the time, Bruce hesitated to call him to pick him up at the subway station he was using. But just as the thought crossed his mind, he heard the key turning in the lock of the door.

Clark, soaking wet, entered as he seemed to be protecting something under his raincoat. He looked up, smiled an embarrassed smile at Bruce and said:

"Don't be mad at me, but I couldn't leave them! "

Bruce knew from Clark's look and the little moans that he heard what it was. He opened the sides of the raincoat and found not one but two balls of hair totally soaked and noisy. Puppies.

"They were left in a box in the middle of the street! Look at them Bruce! It would have been cruel to abandon them to their fate! "

He stared at the two puppies who had just been weaned. They had hanging ears, a small muzzle and a totally different coat. These two little dogs were not purebred, that was for sure. They were wriggling in Clark's arm, happy to see a new head.

"Look how cute they are! I appeal to your kindness! "

"We've already talked about this dozens of times. No animals. "

Clark is camping on his position.

"There's no way I'm putting them back in that damn box that's falling apart in this rain! You refuse to have extra chains, not me! I think you can give them to me Bruce, with all the concessions I'm making! "

Bruce growled.

"Don't play that game with me, Clark. You knew that from the start. "

Clark's getting soft. He's showing off the puppies a little more.

"Bruce. Please. "

Bruce glanced at him blackly and bumped into Clark's begging gaze, which he could barely resist. He lowered his head towards the two fur balls, so fragile and overexcited. He sighed. It was true that they were cute.

"We'll dry them and then we'll see. "

Clark got a huge smile while Bruce preferred to turn his back on him, fetching tea towels before his smile became contagious. It went against Bruce's imagination. Animals were an added responsibility. Time to give them.

He came back to Clark with two tea towels and picked up one of the puppies from the brown one, smiling up to his ears. They both settled down on their couch, each wiping his hairball on his lap. They both had brown and white on their coats, but they were distinctly different.

Bruce's puppy had a black head and brown coat but his small legs and belly were white. He looked a lot like a Belgian Malinois Shepherd. Clark's puppy was mostly white except for his left ear, his back and tail, but his appearance did not deceive on his Belgian Malinois Shepherd blood. This sparked Bruce's interest. He knew that this breed was well trained and that they were very useful.

Clark must have noticed his new interest because he heard him say:

"What idea just changed your mind? I know you never wanted animals. It's a question of responsibility, of time, of the environment. Now we have the environment, and I can take time to take care of it. Are you okay with it ? "

Bruce looked at Clark. They both came home late. But he knew Clark would try harder. Because he wasn't like him, a workaholic. Clark loved his job as a journalist, but he hated being alone. He came home late from work because Bruce himself came home late from work. The puppies... it gave Clark another reason to come home. He took a breath and let go of his idea:

"If we keep them, we train them. "

Clark let out a victory cry and kissed him hard. Bruce felt his heart swell with joy.

"I love you B. "

Bruce kissed him back.

"Me too Kal. "

Clark's radiant smile was likely to be ever-present for several days. Bruce preferred to tell him what he wanted to do right away:

"I'm warning you: we're going to train them. I want these dogs to be as useful to us as possible."

Clark lost his smile slightly, despite the joy of the moment.

"More of your paranoia, right? Do you still think that after all this time we're going to get into trouble? "

Bruce nodded his head.

"Yes. You can never be too careful with the Agency. "

Clark weighed the pros and cons in his head. Bruce could almost see the mechanical gears turning as he was immersed in his thoughts. Then Clark found his smile again.

"Very good. We'll train them on your terms. Both of us. "

The little things were always squeaking. Clark's had gone to bed enjoying the brown's caresses and the one on Bruce's lap was licking his fingers. He nodded his head.

"Both of us. We'll go get their stuff together this weekend, okay? "

Clark nodded.

"We'll make do with what we have in the meantime. Any ideas about names? "

Bruce looked at the brown hairball, which turned his head towards him. He scratched his skull between his two little ears that were still bent.

"I like Ace. Do you like Ace? "

"Krypto! I think it goes well with this one. "

With a gesture of the chin, he showed the little white boy he had on his knees, who straightened up, visibly lacking contact. Bruce nodded his head.

"So that's how it's done. Now... dinner! "

Bruce put the puppy down and Clark did the same. The latter made a face.

"Oh. We've got nothing, right? "

"Not really. Chinese okay? What about them... should we get them some duck? Or beef? "

Clark laughed as the two puppies followed them around.

"Let's do that. "

Bruce grabbed his phone and called the registered number of the caterer they often ordered from. They were so used to it that they rarely changed the menu. As soon as he hung up, Clark came up to him with a smile on his face. He moved closer to Bruce, who came and grabbed him by the hips.

"Thank you Bruce. "

This time they kissed languorously. Bruce tightened his grip, one of his hands reaching up to slip into his curly hair as Clark grabbed his shirt. They separated only to catch their breath and because the little squeaks at their feet were trying to get their attention. Clark pulled himself away to get down to the level of Ace and Krypto who were crying out for a cuddle. Bruce watched him do it, took one look at the pouring rain and let go:

"You're the one who's going to take them out tonight. "

His sadistic smile to Clark was answered with a dark look.

"I hate you. "

Bruce shrugged.

"Get used to it now! "

He crouched down in turn and got little Krypto's attention. They were really cute. He couldn't hold back a tender smile. From now on, there would be not two but four of them and finally, the prospect was not so unpleasant to contemplate.

(Yes, they're the superdogs from comics)