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A/N: Hi, Firecracker wrote this one personally I love where this is headed. like always enjoy! excuse any grammar or punctuation mistakes!
Rite of Passage-2
Bruce watched Clark from his spot across the table. the boy devoured the omlett and toast it seemed like he barely stopped to breathe well... only to gulp down a taste of orange juice. Bruce wasn't sure if it was still the after effects of what happened from last night but there was still something off about the kid and it was starting to bug him.
Clark took noticed of Bruce's staring realizing it could be the lack of table manners he slowly set down his glass, swallowing his mouthful, he swiped the back of his hand over his mouth.
"I eat too fast I forget sometimes." Clark stated.
Bruce looked down at his own plate realizing he barely touched his. "No worries, I usually don't eat breakfast anyway."
Clark blinked in surprise. "But breakfast is the most important meal of the day!"
Bruce cocked an eyebrow at Clark's awe in his lack of enjoyment in the morning meal. Clark cuaght wind of the others frosty stare causing him to loose his smile. Still feeling guilty about the night before he sat back in his chair.
"I am sorry about what I did. I was just gone for a long time and I got hungery. I normally don't steal from people." Clark explained.
Bruce frowned. "Gotham City isn't easy I don't blame you for wanting to get out of there."
"Oh I'm not from Gotham City." Clark corrected as he reached for his orange juice.
Bruce tilted his head slightly. "Where are you from?"
Clark swallowed again. "Smallville."
Bruce couldn't help but gape at him. "Corn country?! That's six hundred miles from Gotham city. you ran away from there?!"
Clark nodded reaching over to take another bite of his toast. "Didn't realize it was that far."
After a moment of silence Clark looked around the room. "Sooo where are you're parents?"
Bruce felt his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. would he ever get used to that question? Bruce forked a piece of his egg.
"There dead."
Clark blinked. "No way...How?"
Burce lowered his fork slightly at the question. "Seriously, where have you been the last three years?"
Clark shrugged. "Home."
Bruce forced the words out. "They were murdered."
"Murdered!" Clark exclaimed as if he has heard this the first time causing Bruce to give an incredilous stare.
"You..don't get out much do you Clark?" Bruce stated as the boy gulped down the rest of his drink.
"Nope. Hey is this place all yours?"
Bruce sighed. "Clark why don't you just go home. I can give you money if that's your-"
"NO." Clark cut off
"Why not?" Bruce asked surprised at the others sharpness.
"Because I'm better off here than there. Ok that's it."
"Won't your parents be worried about you?" Bruce enquired as the other's body language began to close off.
"No. They will get used to me not being there, they hate me, besides I can stay here and help you." Clark offered.
Bruce eye brows shot up at the request. "Help me? with what?"
"Everything. Don't you have yard work things falling down...you know maintenace." Clark eagerly replied leaning forward.
Bruce really didn't know what to make of this. "I already have a groundskeeper and as far as everything else Alfred and I handle things just fine."
"Oh." he said slumping back in his chair.
Silence once more hung over them. Bruce frowned. "What could you have possibly done to make them hate you?"
"It's complicated." Clark muttered.
"How complicated can be?"
"...I broke my dad's tractor." Clark finally confessed the pain evident on his face.
Bruce blinked at him for a moment then it bubbled up inside him then he laughed out loud earning a glare from the farm boy.
"It's not funny!"
Bruce shook his head trying to stifle his laughs.. "Sorry but it is! what did you... do run it into the fence line or something?"
Clark anger turned to heated embarrassment as the memory played in his mind. "Something like that."
"Clark go home I'm sure they'll understand." Bruce said as he pushed his plate aside.
Clark blue eyes flashed with anger. "I told you it's not that simple!"
Bruce furrowed his brow in confusion. "Clark it's just a tractor-"
"It's not just a tractor it's my dad's livelyhood they will never understand they will hate me for it. I'm never going back never!" Clark yelled.
Bruce tried to calm the other down. "Listen I'm sure if you explained what happened if you help me understand-"
"How many times must I tell you there is nothing to explain! There is nothing that I can say that can make you understand! SO BACK OFF!" Clark snapped slamming his hands down hard on the table.
Bruce wasn't prepared for what happened next as the long table shook then exploded sending everything in the air paltes cutlery food flying in every direction. the force sent bruce flying backwards in his seat on the floor.
When everything ended it was like a small earthquake had happened in the small dining room. the dust remains from the wood remained in the air a glass rolled off of the snarled tabled crashing to the floor.
Bruce lay there stunned gathering his senses he pulled himself wide eyed he looked at the table then at his quest across from him who looked just as horrfied as he did. Then when his eyes met his the farm boy flashed out of the room.
Bruce couldn't believe what he just saw! one minute he was there in a blink of an eye he was gone!
Just then Alfred quickly appeared in the room. Dumdfounded at the sight before him when his eyes landed on the young heir he ran over to him.
"Master Wayne! are you alright?!" he asked as he helped the boy to his feet. picking egg out of the boys hair.
Bruce shakliy brushed the remains of his breakfast and dust off his shirt and pants. "I-I-I'm ok..Alfred can you handle things here?"
The butler opened his mouth as Bruce ran out of the room. Alfred looked at the destruction before him.
"...Of...course master Wayne."
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Bruce ignored the coolness of the air on his skin or the fact he was in his pajamas he had to find Clark. He looked all over the place the poolside, the court yard, the garden, by the time he got to the house he was wet from the damp and cold from the morning air.
Morning had turned to afternoon, noon turned to night and there was no sign of the other boy.
Bruce had given up all hope. It wasn't until three days later when Bruce was walking passed the library did he here shuffling. Bruce looked out his bedroom window did he see a flash of red heading behind the water fountain. Spying Alfred dusting a vase in the hallway he ran passed him.
"I'm going outside for some fresh air." he quickly said not giving time for Alfred to answer.
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Bruce ventured into the yard creeping quietly up to the water fountain. Peering over the side he saw Clark sitting there knees drawed up to his chest head buried in his chest. coming closure he heard a few sniffles coming out.
"Clark?"
Clark quickly raised his head swiping a arm over his eyes. He went to leave.
"NO don't go." Bruce quickly said coming around to meet him.
Clark watched as Bruce sat down beside him before buring his head in his chest once more a sob coming out of his throat. Bruce drew his own knees up trying to find away how to address the situation. He wasn't afraid...but he wasn't comfortable either.
Maybe he was still in shock or niave or numb to situations like these after all his dining room was demolished by... Bruced looked over at Clark through the corner of his eye...him.
"Clark...what are you?"
Clark fought through his crying to understand the question. out of all the things he expected to come from the other by comprehension wasn't one of them..
"What?" he sniffled.
bruce didn't answer telling Clark he would not ask again. Clark looked at the toes of his sneakers...
"I...I come from the planet Krypton. I'm an alien." Clark explained remorsefully.
Bruce sat there staring at Clark eyeing him from the top of his head to his sneakers. He sure didn't look alien...weren't they supposed to be green? or slimmy and black.
"You sure don't look alien." he flatly stated.
Clark glanced over at Bruce. "I get that alot."
Both looked stared down at the grassy lawn. listening to the gurgle of the water fountain, then Clark got to his feet swiping his arm once more over his eyes to get ridd of his tears.
"Where do you think you're going?" Bruce demanded.
Clark looked down at him. "Away. I shouldn't have come back."
"But you did. sit." Bruce ordered.
"No." Clark snapped back.
Bruce got to his feet. "Clark I'm not mad at you...I'm just confused."
"Nothing to be confused about. "I'm not human...I'm a freak." Clark miserbly replied.
Bruce heart broke at the look of hurt in the krptonians eyes. Bruce stepped forward. "You're different. It doesn't make you a freak."
Clark was surprised at the response. "...You're not going to tell anyone?"
"Are you kidding. I could see it now 'Billioniare orphan befriends alien from outerspace.' if that doesn't earn me a padded cell in arkam I don't know what does. Your secrets safe with me...and Alfred of course."
A crack of a smile graced Clarks face. "Thanks."
Bruce returned the smile than after a moment asked. "So you're super strong. run really fast. what else can you do?"
Clark thought for a second. "Well...I can jump really high."
Bruce gave a curious look. "How high?"
Clark realized that maybe Bruce wasn't all that bad infact that Bruce could even be a true friend. Upon that idea Clark gave a sly smile...
A/N: Well? Thoughts?