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A/N: Hey! An update!... So I don't know if people are fans or haters of this fic. I'm sure there are both. Personally, I'm enjoying writing this fic. of course with the help of another author on this site. WE both enjoy it. It's different. we try to stand out. So on that note here is the next chapter...um a whole lot of teenage angst.
Rite of passage-5
Bruce sped down the highway in his sleek black convertable. The wind blowing through his hair as the music played loudly on the sound system. His attention was momentairily brought to the screen display in lower part of the dash board.
He pressed the answer Button. "What do you want Alfred?"
"Master Bruce where are you?! you were schedualed to be at the Museum grand opening an hour ago."
" Alfred just relax." Bruce stated as he drove down the freeway.
"Master Bruce this is your-."
"Alfed..it's not hard to do. Stand infront of the ribbon, cut, shake hands and smile. It takes two seconds."
"Master Bruce, I am not the one-"
"Sorr...break..up..ca."
Bruce concluded pressing the end call button. Turning the volume up higher he smiled wickedly to himself as he pressed pedal to the metal sending the vehicle flying through the traffic. Weaving in and out through the lanes.
He let out a whoop as he felt the adreniline go through his veins until he saw a flash of red and blue come into his rear view mirror. He did a double take before letting out a string of curses under his breath. finally pulling over coming to a stop.
Looking into his side mirror he saw that it was a male officer frowning as he watched him approach the car. Bruce straightened as the man slightly bent over, removing his sunglasses he looked at Bruce.
"Mr. Wayne...what a surprise." he greeted sarcasticly.
Bruce rolled his eyes. it was no shocker that Bruce had been a more than a little aquainted with the authorities.
"Do you know how faster you were going back there?" the officer said as he wrote in his ticket book.
"Faster than you." Bruce replied earning a not amused stare from the man.
"Cute. Listen i don't care how rich you are. Pull another stunt like that again and the only thing money will buy you is a pretty coffin... he tore off the ticket handing it to the sixteen year old..."If it weren't for the fact you fund the GCPD. Your license would have been gone ages ago. Have a good day Mr. Wayne."
Bruce looked down at the ticket. three hundred dollars. He sighed leaning his head against the head rest.
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Clark ran down the road a sly smile on his face as he once more kept ahead of the freight train coming down the smallville tracks. pushing the limits even farther he turned jumping infront of the on coming locomotive by passing it in the nick of time. He skid across the ground looking behind him as the train roared by he couldn't help but yell out. the adreniline coarsing through his veins.
He then looked at his watch. cursing as when he realized he was late. bolting through the fields and up the dirt road and into to town he arrived at school.
Just in time to hear the late bell ring... the doors locked. This would not go over well.
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Jonathan crossed his arms along his chest glaring at his son. "This is the fourth time this month you've been late for class."
"I lost track of time." Clark stated as he shifted the weight of his back pack on his shoulder.
Jonathan cocked an eyebrow. "And what exactly have you been doing to 'loose' track of time?"
"Things" Clark answered as he set down his pack on the porch of the farm house.
Jonathan wasn't satisfied with that answer. "What things?"
"I don't know alright. Just things...running. jumping. testing things out." Clark tried to explain as he rested against the porch railing.
Jonathan thought for a moment before it sunk in. "Are you telling me you've been using your powers out in the open?"
Clark didn't face his father remaining silent. Causing the farmer to become stern.
"Clark answer me."
The teen turned sharply looking at his father. "And what if I have been? would it be so terrible?"
Jonathan gave a incredilous look. "Are you seriously asking me that? Clark you know better than to put innocent lives at risk not to mention you're own."
"Dad you should've of seen me out there...Clark said almost itching to go back to relive every moment... "I felt nothing like I've ever felt before. The ground rushing underneath my feet, the distance I could jump, I felt like I could go on for miles if I could. And...Dad I out ran a train! a TRAIN. to the point where I jumped right clear to the other side of the tracks. It was dangerous. it was thrilling... he clenched his hands into fists raisng them chest high... "It felt right."
Jonathan couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Clark kent. I don't know if you ate or smoked something you shouldn't have but by the time you step from this porch and into this house you are going to snap out of whatever this is."
"Dad I have my powers under control. I'm using them." Clark said matter of factly.
Jonathan straightened at the tone stepping forward. "Clark. this isn't up for debate, your powers are to be kept under radar for your own good enough said."
A flash of hurt came over Clark's face. "I'm not a kid anymore! I don't get why can't see that!"
The last of Jonathan's will broke down his anger rising. "Why?! because there are people out there who will exploit you Clark. They will take you away do who knows what to you. And if you haven't picked up on that by now than you are more niave than I thought. For heaven's sakes Clark you've got to use your head! So no using your powers out in the blue yonder where every tom dick and harry can see you is a stupid idea!"
Tension filled the air as they stood on the small porch. Clark glared at his father. "Bruce says the more that I apply myself...than the better I will become."
Jonathan narrowed his eyes slightly at Clark in confusion. "Who the hell is Bruce?"
Clark diverted his eyes to look at the floor. "Nevermind." he muttered.
Jonathan let out a huff. "Go inside. I'm sure you have homework to do."
Clark didn't move. "But Dad-"
"I said now Clark!" Jonathan ordered
At that Clark snatched up his backpack and with much resentment he entered the farm house.
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Bruce tapped his pen against his forehead. before walking around the table to tack up the piece of paper to the board in front of him. His mind was so focused on the work in front of him he didn't bother to turn to see who it was that entered the room. of course his passed expeirence it always told him Alfred.
"Just set it on the table Alfred." Bruce said as he said as he scanned the information infront of him.
"Master Bruce might we have a word?"
"Busy."
"Let me refraze that. We will have a word. Set down the pen and paper." Alfred stated resting both hands in his pockets.
Bruce removed a tack from a sheet of paper removing it to one side of the brain going a mile a minute on the task at hand. He was more than a bit stunned when in a few quick strides he was apprehended.
"Right that is enough! You have been treating me like I am bloody part of the furniature around here and I'm sick of it. You and I will sit down and have a chat am I clear?"
"Fine. since when have you been so sensitve?" Bruce said as he pulled away from the butlers grasp.
"Since your reputation has been known as the 'Wayne terror of Gotham City'. Do you mind telling me how you have managed to rack up over five hundred dollars in speeding tickest in two months?"
"Surpringly not hard when you think of it." Bruce replied coyly.
Alfred crossed his arms along his chest. "Do you think this is funny?"
"Hardly. Never good at telling jokes... It's not like I can't afford it." Bruce shot back at the cool stare coming from the butler.
"It's not the finecial loss I am worried about it is your life and your name. Do you think about what you're doing when you go down the highway at those speeds."
"NO. that's the point." Bruce stated fighting the urge to roll his eyes.
"Well your driving priviledges are taken down to a minimal of two days a week."
"What-!"
"It can be none. if you'd prefer it that way."
Bruce scoffed shaking his head. "This is ridiculous. I haven't done anyone harm."
"Yet." Alfred added.
"YOU think I can't handle myself?" Bruce challenged.
"It's not a case of not handleing anything master Bruce. It's a case of common you can prove you are mature enough-" Alfred firmly replied.
"I do have common sense! and I don't have to prove myself to you. you're just the BUTLER!" Bruce said his anger deepening.
Both stood in the tense silence of the study. Alfred knew these young teenage years would be hard, but never did he imagine would it be this hard. And Bruce was no exception. He could almost see the animosity coming out of the young man...
"I raised you better than this. Smarter than this. Tommorrow. you are going to do damamge control, there is going to be an auction and two lunchoens I have schedualed for." Alfred concluded with much authority before moving to exit the room.
"You didn't raise me.I'm smarter than you'll ever be." Bruce shot out.
Causing the older man to freeze in his steps. he turned looking back at the teen. "I beg your pardon?"
"Nothing." Bruce muttered before turning back to the board.
Alfred came back into the room pointing at Bruce. "NO! IF YOU HAVE THE DISRESPECT TO SAY IT UNDER YOUR BREATH THAN HAVE THE GUTS TO SAY TO MY FACE! I'll tell you this master Bruce you may not like it if I order you to do this or that right now. But if you had it your way you'd be a bloody disaster by now! In fact the road you've been going down the last couple of months a for sure thing you'd be like your parents, you'd be DEAD!"
Bruce got right up into the butlers face blue eyes churning with anger as he glared at him. "Go to Hell."
Alfred opened his mouth to retort but the hiers was gone out of the room before he could utter another word.
A/N: Father /son figures argueing about what's best. cliche? YES!
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