Summary: Oliver and Bart have a moment and Bart's father explains why he is on Jonathon's side.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction
Moments
Bart whizzed around the kitchen, cleaning up after their meal. Oliver smiled down at Joanna. Bart usually did the cleaning because he was the fastest at it. And he made the most mess.
"Done."
The younger man was a bit flushed, but the kitchen was spotless.
"Very nice Bart."
"I know. I'm good at cleaning. Um, are you working tomorrow?"
"No. I have the day off. Why?"
"Well, I wanted to go see a friend of mine. Sinead. I knew her when Janna was first born. She looked after her. I haven't seen her since I got here."
"Bart, that's fine. Arre you bringing Joanna?"
"No. That's why I need you."
"You want me to look after Joanna?"
"Please?"
"Not a problem."
"Thanks Oliver. You're the best."
Bart wrapped his arms around Oliver, mindful of Joanna. God, he loved this man.
Jonathon stared at his computer screen.
"Mr. Luthor. A Mr. Allen is here to see you."
"Thank you Joan. Send him in."
Fred Allen walked into the office.
"Luthor. It's good to see you."
"Good to see you also. You have yet to tell me why you want to help me. I won't be treating your son nicely if I get him."
"Once I get him back, I don't care how you treat him."
"Why are you helping me?"
"My company isn't doing so well in this economic climate. So, I now have some less than perfect friends. They rob and deal drugs. Things like that. Bart's speed would be a great help. And Joanna, when she grows up, would also be a great help."
"Very well. When I get Bart, I'll keep him for a year. Joanna a bit longer. I'll run tests. And then you'll have your son back. Deal?"
"Deal."
A loud boom echoed throughout the house, followed by the cries of a baby.
"Arthur! Victor!"
"Sorry Oliver."
The blond walked into Joanna's nursery, grumbling under his breath about annoying merman and robots. He tenderly picked the baby up.
"Hey sweetie. Don't cry. It's alright. It's only your other uncles being idiots. Please stop crying."
Joanna continued wailing. Oliver was slowly losing it.
"Please stop. Please. God, how does Bart do this?"
"Singing Itsy Bitsy Spider helps."
"Bart! Don't do that! You frightened the life out of me."
The younger man laughed and took his daughter out of Oliver's arms, singing Itsy Bitsy spider. Joanna soon fell back asleep. Bart laid her back in her crib.
"See, that easy."
He turned around and nearly walked into Oliver. He hadn't realised the older man was that close to him. Anonther two inches and Bart would be kissing Oliver. He wasn't sure who had moved first. All he knew was that he was kissing Oliver!
A/N Done. R&R please. Next chapter, Fred and Jonathon make plans and Oliver thinks about Bart.