AU

"Oh dear," Clark and Jimmy exchange dismayed look as Lois stomped off Britain's Got Talent and flipping the bird have only increase the boo's thrown at her as she take the last few steps in reaching both boys at the side of the stage.

"Oops." It was obvious that she didn't meant for the audience to see it judging by the fake apologetic grin she throw at Clark.

Clark continue to glare at her. He was secretly glad though that the boo's and the the two buzzer she got happen only on the last minute of her dancing and even worse singing- he was going to take every damn morsel of gratefulness that he could get, he had decided that morning when he woke up.

Clark was mentally as well as physically check off the things to do list on the clipboard he always carry with him. He wanted to cherish this memory on a cold night in the future on dreadful days when he have to put up with his (rich)wards.

"Your turn now lil kiddie. Go get them!" Lois as usual didn't let the cussing and the glaring she overhears get her as she playfully rumple her little brother's hair.

James Olsen Lane eyes still burn in the pain on his skull as he made his way towards the stage.

Clark didn't even looked up when barely forty five seconds after the intro and right at the song number,Jimmy was being hit by boos and shoes.

Clark sigh as he also tick off Jim's performance from his bucketlist of tasks as well. He watch as James runs for shelter towards them.

"Aw." Jimmy wince as he tried to poke at the growing egg on his forehead. Lois only snicker.

Clark tutted as he remove a hanky off his person, wrapped it around his unopened bottle of water and hand it over to the brat of 16.

"Hold it for three minutes. Three," forty year old Clark told his charge with gesture for emphasis

James sullenly nod his head.

"Sir, it's your turn now." The prompter told Clark just as the man was tidying up their things.

"B-but," Clark was flustered and lost as the man pushed him into the visible part of the stage.

Lois was giving him two thumbs up sign and a giddy smile.

Clark had his suspect. But it's too late.

"Don't hit me," was the first thoughtless thing he blurted on the mike. He look horrified as the crowd laugh.

"Honestly don't hit me please after all you saw what my wards have done." He insisted, which make things a lot funnier for the crowd for a reason.

Thankfully he was save when the female judge took pity on him and decided to asked him about his wards.

Clark was beaming as he got to share his fifteen years of experiences with the children. He was getting to warm up in sharing an embarassing story that involve Lois and a cat when…

"What will you do for us?" The male judge interrupted startling Clark back on tracks and back in his fear.

"I'm gonna sing a cover by Robyn," Clark told them in a small voice.

One of the male behind the judge muttered an "oh boy" that was caught on tape.

Lois viciously thought that guy will regret it. After all, this particular task was not for Jimmy and hers- she diabolically made it to share to the world her nanny's fucking talent.

Clark looked back at the kiddies before he sang "Dancing in the corner"

"Oh my god." The emcees on the side of the stage mouth in disbelief as she caught Lois' eyes.

"Oh my god indeed," lois thought smirking.

She grab a piece of paper carefully tucked at the back of her jeans and as the crowd were standing in ovation at the masterful performance… Lois was squinting at her barely illegible handwriting.

"Jimmy, how say would you like an audition to a cooking show?" She asked casually at her twin.

James looked suspiciously at Lois. "I quess it'll be fine, as long as the audience don't eat those eliminated." He joked after a careful study of Lois.

-the end-

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Im.still high on calum scott's bgt 'dancing on my own"cover. isnt he precious on that particular? So here's another publication on the same day.

its about time i return back to the superman fandom from the batfam.

the freaking dropping intermitent internet connection in the philippines is driving me nuts!!!!!

Anyway, did i mentioned how much i hate it when aunt would complain how dirty the floor is especially when she seeks her bed at 8ish? I sweep it just to shut her up but she never seemed happy. She needs to learn how to deal. Srsly, come on there are four other people who used the same floor as she did and even if i clean it up, someones gonna walk thru it with shoes and slippers with dirt. Not to mention the mill always bring in the soot indoors. She take pride in reminding me that she didnt fucking wear slippers in between the journey from bathroom to the bedroom upstair and complain that staircase steps is filled with dust bunnies.*snort* what is her feet made of? A detector and collector of dust now??

Also she wants me to quit using the fan. Lady, if i am as smart as you, ill hide the gadamn electric iron and padlock the dishwashing machine anddd lets see your electric bill be cut in half in no time. Not this sht blaming the electric fan.