Clark squared his jaw and stuck his chin out. Somehow, the pose seemed to go well with the new suit that Alfred had made for him. He liked it, even though Alfred had said some things about the likely authenticity of Alexander's breastplate after Clark had described it to him and tried to sketch it.
"But it was in the museum and everything!" he'd protested.
Alfred had raised an eyebrow. "I daresay." The discussion had been cut short when Bruce and Lex returned from Bruce's lab, both wearing more soot than when they'd started their experiments and Bruce wearing rather less in the way of eyebrows. Clark decided that it was officially scary that they were both wearing the same half-sheepish expression.
"Uh, guys, do you think I should wear something, more, well, more?" Both Bruce and Lex looked briefly at the general area Clark was referring to and nodded silently.
"Perhaps something read?" Alfred mused, and Clark grinned and disappeared. A few moments later, he was back, carrying the red bathing trunks he'd bought upon learning that the pool dress code in Wayne Manor did not ascribe, as in the Luthor residences, to the ancient Greek customs, a lesson learned through a somewhat embarassing experience. He pulled them over the tights and posed again.
"Isn't it a bit--" Bruce paused.
"It is vibrant, but that seems well-suited to young Superman's personality. And with his physique, he'd have difficulties creeping up on a malefactor, in any case."
"You're right, Alfred. Clark, the effect is inspiring." Clark decided that he'd just imagined the pause before the last word.
"What do you think, Lex?"
Lex rubbed his chin thoughtfully in response to Clark's question. "An earring? No, perhaps not. I don't think we could pierce your ear anyway, and a clip-on would just look silly."
"But it was in the museum and everything!" he'd protested.
Alfred had raised an eyebrow. "I daresay." The discussion had been cut short when Bruce and Lex returned from Bruce's lab, both wearing more soot than when they'd started their experiments and Bruce wearing rather less in the way of eyebrows. Clark decided that it was officially scary that they were both wearing the same half-sheepish expression.
"Uh, guys, do you think I should wear something, more, well, more?" Both Bruce and Lex looked briefly at the general area Clark was referring to and nodded silently.
"Perhaps something read?" Alfred mused, and Clark grinned and disappeared. A few moments later, he was back, carrying the red bathing trunks he'd bought upon learning that the pool dress code in Wayne Manor did not ascribe, as in the Luthor residences, to the ancient Greek customs, a lesson learned through a somewhat embarassing experience. He pulled them over the tights and posed again.
"Isn't it a bit--" Bruce paused.
"It is vibrant, but that seems well-suited to young Superman's personality. And with his physique, he'd have difficulties creeping up on a malefactor, in any case."
"You're right, Alfred. Clark, the effect is inspiring." Clark decided that he'd just imagined the pause before the last word.
"What do you think, Lex?"
Lex rubbed his chin thoughtfully in response to Clark's question. "An earring? No, perhaps not. I don't think we could pierce your ear anyway, and a clip-on would just look silly."