Batty Advice
Superloser
Batman growled as his comm unit beeped, letting him know someone wanted to talk to him. He punched out one last thug, then set on disabling the bomb. A slight whoosh was heard behind him.
"I'm busy," he said.
"I know, but I really need to talk to you," Superman, who was standing behind the Dark Knight, said.
"Come back later."
Superman sighed and used his laser vision to cut a wire. "There, you're done. How about we go get some pie?"
"Fine. I'll meet you there in five."
Batman walked off and disappeared into the shadows of the alleyway. Superman flew away to change into civvies.
About five minutes later, Bruce Wayne entered a small diner in Gotham. He went straight to the table where Clark Kent was sitting. Because it was Gotham, no one questioned why Bruce Wayne was there or why Clark Kent was in Gotham.
"What do you want to talk about?" Bruce said.
"Connor."
Bruce was shocked, but he didn't show it. Clark continued.
"I hear Black Canary's having some difficulty training him, due to his powers. I tried to help one day, but he glared at me while I explained stuff, then stalked away."
"What did you expect? Him to run up to you saying 'You do love me!'? Or maybe him waiting on you hand and foot, following you around like a little puppy dog?"
"Well… kinda."
Bruce shook his head. "Clark, you're an idiot. You've treated the kid like dirt. What do you want from me?"
"A bit of advice. I mean, you do so well with Dick, can't you help me out a little?"
Bruce sighed. He wasn't any good at this advice thing. "You need to try and gain his trust. You've ignored him from the time you met him. Try taking him out to your parents house, I'm sure they'll love to meet him. Getting to know him as Clark Kent might help too. He wants badly to be Superman, but with his genetic makeup, he can't be. So, you need to try and keep from hanging all your powers over his head."
"You think that'll work?"
"Can't hurt to try."
Bruce's pocket buzzed as a text came in. He glanced at it, then told the waitress to make his pie to go. He threw down some money, and turned to Clark.
"I'm glad you're trying Clark, but it might be too late to be his family. Just try for being his friend."
With that, Bruce left. Clark sat there, picking at his pie as he considered Bruce's advice. After a while, he picked up the phone and called his parents.
"Hey Ma, I was wondering if you wanted to meet your grandson."
So, it turns out I'm not very good at giving advice. Oh wel, I'll try anyways. I'm not sure what I'm going to do for the next chapter, so if you have a question for Bats, PM me with it.
-Shadow