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A/N: Hi, So this chapter is alllllll FC27 I do not take credit for it. So if you have any insight or critques PM her or review your thoughts. I read this and it was both cute and by the end I...well you have to read it to find out ;) so like always enjoy!
Rite of Passage-4
It had been three years since Clark had planted Bruce infront of his house except for the rare letter Bruce ever wrote and sent he had no contact with him. So when Clark's head appeared above him on that spring morning he was more than a little surprised. Of course he would not admit it.
"Hi." Clark greeted as Bruce worked on his motorcycle.
Bruce removed his glasses. "Hi yourself." he coolly shot back as he worked on the back breaks.
Clark sighed loudly. "Awe c'mon Bruce I'm sorry."
"For what? dropping me on my door step like garbage or treating me like I don't exsist? either way I really don't care." he replied as he picked up a wrench.
Clark didn't know what to say next instead he shoved his hands in his jean pockets. "Since when do you wear glasses?"
Bruce halted his task looking over at Clark. "They are just for working smarty pants."
"Oh." Clark said
The spring wind blew blowing his hair gently. Clark watched Bruce, he had changed some; his hair was a little shorter then it was. His persona was definetly alot more quiet and black was more in his waredrobe.( black jeans and shirt.)
'You're staring Clark." Bruce stated.
Clark scratched the back of his head diverting his eyes to the ground. "Yeah...um Bruce.I...The reason that I left was...I mean. What I'm trying to say."' he stammered out.
Bruce sighed. "Clark if you have something to say just say it."
Clark swallowed. "I can see through walls."
Bruce halted his task. As he listened.
"That's not all. I can...tear things apart like a tornado would." Clark confessed.
Bruce sat up looking at Clark, who gave a uncertain stare back. "That's why I didn't come back. I had to learn how to control. I didn't want to hurt you. I mean the whole wind thing was what held me up. Destroyed my parents barn more than I can count."
"Well aren't you going to say something?" Clark asked.
"..You're an idiot." Bruce threw out causing Clark eyebrows to shoot up at the remark.
"E-Excuse me?!" Clark demanded as Bruce got to his feet grabbing a rag off a crate a couple feet away.
"You heard me." Bruce said as he wiped his hands.
Clark came up to him. "How did you come to that?!"
Bruce didn't answer as he walked across the courtyard. Clark walked infront of him stopping Bruce with a slight thrust of his hand.
"Bruce I did this to protect you!"
Bruce glared at Clark. "Who said I needed protecting? I thought we were friends."
"We are!" Clark exclaimed.
"Funny way of showing it. I could have helped you!" Bruce yelled.
Clark scoffed crossing his arms. "You? yeah right. sorry Bruce but you have no idea what I am capable of."
"And you under estimate on what I can handle." Bruce fumed.
At that Clark grabbed Bruce's arm yanking him into the backyard.
"Clark let go of me!" he demanded.
"You think you can handle me." Clark stated.
Before Bruce could protest Clark whipped himself around bringing up a strong current of wind to the point everything around him including Bruce fell victim to. The teen fell to the ground shielding himself with his arms.
"CLARK ENOUGH!" he ordered.
Clark immediatly did just that coming to a dead stop but fell where he stood.
"Clark!" Bruce ran over to him shaking his still form.. "Clark. Clark, can you hear me? Clark!"
A smirk graced his lips then he burst out laughing causing Bruce to snarl punching him in the chest.
"That. is. not funny!"
Clark sat up. "Ha! Sorry but who sounds like the romance movie now?"
Clark stared at the annoyed expression on his friend then at the slight rose tint on his cheeks. Then he burst out laughing, harder than before.
"You're blushing! I can't believe you're blushing!" he pointed.
"Am Not!" Bruce shot back crossing his arms. "You are such a dweeb." he muttered.
"I heard that... Clark pointed to his ears... "Super hearing." Earned that when I was seven."
Bruce blinked at him. Then turned and and stomped away. Clark got to his feet and tackled him.
"Gotcha!"
Bruce grunted as he landed hard on the ground. "SERIOUSLY! CLARK! get off of me."
"Make me." he challenged.
"No this is stupid." Bruce stated as he struggled to get free out of the other teens grasp.
"Chicken?" Clark teased.
"No just smart." Bruce answered as he twisted around so he was inches apart from the boys face.
Clark grinned widely. While Bruce was not amused. "Clark I don't know what it was like where you came from. But here on Earth, boys like you and me aren't supposed to be this close."
"OH? are you feeling uncomfortable Mr. Wayne?" Clark asked slyly.
Bruce glared at Clark answering through gritted teeth. "Yes."
"Then what are you going to do about it?" the alien asked innocently as he pinned Bruce down.
"You really want to know?" Bruce asked.
"Of course."
"Well first I was goin- "
Then Bruce let out a blood curdling scream that caused Clark to cry out jumping back in horror.
Bruce got to his his hands back and forth giving a cocky grin."Do that."
Clark gave an incredilous look. "You gave me a freaking heart attack! I thought I hurt you."
Bruce held out his hand helping Clark to his feet. "Clark, sometimes that's your problem you are so gulible."
Clark moped slightly. "Am Not."
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Two weeks later.
Clark entered the farm house soaking wet. Martha and Jonathan chuckled.
"Made it almost in time before the storm huh son?" Jonathan said as he sipped his coffee.
"It was refreshing... Clark walked over grabbing a cookie off the counter before kissing his mom on the cheek... "What's for supper?"
"Roast beef, potatoes, and asparagus." she said as she was rinsing said veggitable.
"And for dessert. cheery cobbler and icecream." Jonathan added.
Clark smiled. "Wow what's the occassion?"
"You." Martha said... "You have achieved sooo much. I wanted to do something special tonight."
"Awe thanks mom but you didn't have to." Clark said.
"No but i wanted to." she winked over her shoulder.
'...breaking News...gotham..city."
Jonathan lifted his head to look at the tv. "Oh the storm must be wreaking havock with the signal. Clark mind turning up the voluming. Not all of us have super hearing."
"Sure dad." Clark said as he moved into the living room to turn it up.
"...The supposed suspect in the infamous Wayne murders has been released today do to, what the courts have said to be, alleged evidence tampering. The GCPD have later confirmed the courts findings saying that the medical examiner that had been working on the wayne case had falsesfied the report..."
Everything seemed to have zoned for Clark as he took in the information. This couldn't be happening...this had to be a joke.
"Oh that poor boy...
Martha's words snapped him out of his shock. turning Clark looked at her as she held a hand to her chest.
"After all he has been through, honestly how does something like that happen?"
"That's the justice system for you, unfortuneatly this sort of thing happens more and more often."
Jonathan added as he shook his head at the news before reaching for his cup. Clark felt his heart being crushed he couldn't breathe, Bruce ...poor Bruce.
Without saying a word Clark left the living room running up the stairs to his room.
"Clark?" Martha called as she heard the door slam shut.
Both parents looked at eachother in bewilderment.
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CRASH!
Bruce swung his arm across the top of his dresser sending everything flying onto the floor. picking up his lamp on his end table he sent it smashing into the wall across from him. Then he flipped over the table kicking it across the floor.
He went over to his bed room curtains and ripped them down. rod and all. He went berserk all he could see was red...nothing but red.
Alfred burst into the young heirs bedroom in time to see him ready to smash the window.
"MASTER WAYNE NO!...he yelled wrapping his arms around the teens chest struggling to keep him still.
Bruce let out a hearbreaking yell as he fought against him. "ALFRED! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!"
Alfred was taken aback at how strong he was as he threw the older man off. The butler tusled with the young heir.
"Bruce CALM DOWN!." he yelled try to get through to the teen... "Calm down."
"NO!...It's not fair... IT"S NOT FAIR!" Bruce screamed tears stinging his eyes.
"I know..I know." Alfred stated his own voice breaking.
Bruce's anger was soon replaced with remorse as he collasped on the floor in the older man's arms. Alfred heart broke as he felt Bruce shudder in his embrace as he fought against the tears that threaten to spill.
Alfred held him close in his arms... "My dear boy...we will make this right."
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A/N: O_o that sucks...blame it on FC27
Have a good Spring break!
Kindred Spirit.