Bruce broke off and glanced back at the boys "You can hear when they wake up right?" Clark nodded.

Not wasting any time he pulled Clark up and sprinted out the Kent's house towards the barn. By the time Clark had climbed the last of the steps he was down to his briefs and a swift kick had them off.

"Don't you think we shoul-"

Bruce cut him off "I'm only here for another week. Do you honestly want to dance around the subject or let me show you now what you've been missing out on?"

Clark's stuttered "I guess," was all the consent he needed to pull the teen onto the sofa. Straddling his thighs he made quick work of Clark's shirt, biting along his jaw and to his neck as he did so. Bruce decided there was nothing better than Clark's skin. He bit and kissed as much of it as he could, enjoying the way it gave but didn't break under his teeth. It seemed he wasn't the only one enjoying the exploration since Clark was moaning with every swipe he made across his collarbone.

"We're gonna have to be quick," He warned around one of Clark's nipples "Do you have any lube?"

The space Clark occupied became air momentarily before he was back with a tube in hand. "We aren't going to do anything too... adventurous tonight are we?" The nerves in his voice had Bruce pausing.

"No," He decided "I'll just give you a taste."

He yanked Clark's jeans off, making him sit back so he could get a good grip on his cock. A few tugs had Clark's head hitting the back of the sofa. Bruce continued where he left off and sucked would be marks down the planes of Clark's stomach. Stopping at his thighs he nosed side of Clark's length before taking the head in his mouth. The sound Clark made was amazing and inspired Bruce to see what other sounds he could pull out of him. Bobbing his head and moaning when he got to the root he listened and adjusted his technique to how Clark liked it. Bruce hadn't realised how off his game he was until he caught the time of Clark's watch, usually he had his partners begging by now. Adjusting yet again he caught sight of Clark's clenched hands. He could see where they had bit into the sofa underneath him and it made him smile inside. It seemed it wasn't him off his game, Clark just had more willpower than Bruce had anticipated.

Pulling off he looked up to Clark's face. Eyes closed and lip near close to bleeding with the way he was biting into it. "Do you want to try it?"

Eyes started open and became wary when he realised what Bruce was asking "I don't know if that's such a good idea."

"Do want to?" He asked again. Clark eyed Bruce's cock and nodded slightly. Smiling Bruce pulled Clark's thighs in closer "This way we'll both enjoy it." Using Clark's thighs as leverage he lifted himself up into a perfect handstand. Lowering himself he took Clark back in his mouth and waited as tentative hands ran over his stomach and thighs before settling on his cock. His hands shuddered as a tongue ran itself along his length. Twisting his own tongue around Clark's length he nipped at the head and pushed his hips forwards, giving him the okay to try it. "I'm not marking you for technique," Clark chuckled and cupped Bruce's hips to pull him into Clark's warm mouth.

They both settled into a rhythm and as Clark grew more confident Bruce balanced himself on one hand to retrieve the tube of lube next to one of Clark's thighs. Pushing the one he wasn't balanced on further away he coated his fingers liberally and pulled off Clark's length to drag questioning fingers over his pucker. Clark didn't tell him no or push him off. In fact he lowered himself further onto the sofa to allow Bruce to dip his finger past the ring of muscle. He went back to Clark's neglected cock as he stretched his hole. Pushing two in and making sure Clark was off his own cock as he searched for-

"Oh God!" Smirking he worked his fingers in time with his mouth until Clark was clutching his hips hard enough to bruise and he had to pull off or choke to death.

Righting himself he straddled Clark's thighs again and pulled his slack mouth into a gentle kiss. "Good?" He didn't get a reply but felt fingers running up and down his back. "Do you mind if I...?" he made his problem clear. Clark glanced down and put his hand between them to bring Bruce off. He didn't last longer than a couple of strokes and gladly joined Clark in post orgasmic bliss. "Congratulations," he muttered when he could "You've just done a sixty-nine."

Clark laughed "Shut up." Some time later they retrieved their clothes and made their way back into the Kent's house. Bruce washed up and found Clark almost passed out on the sofa when he got back. "How bendy are you?"

"Quite," he answered "If you have a copy of the Karma Suture I'm able to do every position." A questioning eyebrow was sent his way "You're not the first one to ask how bendy I am."

They sat in silence for a while. Bruce checked on the boy's fever every now and then, swearing revenge when one of them was too hot. "Does this mean we're dating?" Clark asked.

"I don't know. Are you willing to commute to Gotham every time you want to see me?" Clark frowned.

"We probably shouldn't have done that," He muttered.

"No, we probably should have done that sooner," Bruce countered. "Do you honestly regret it?" Clark kept quiet but the way he was eyeing Bruce spoke volumes. No, he didn't regret it. "How about we just take this one week at a time. It's not like it's that long to Gotham anyway. Especially with your you know what," Clark blushed at the mention of his powers.

They didn't end up having time to themselves the next day. With the fevers down the boys were getting restless being cooped up all day. Dick still couldn't talk which led to many time outs since he ended up throwing things in frustration. Damian was like an angel in comparison. Years of bearing pain in silence had him dutifully sitting his illness out.

"Why don't we bake some muffins?" Mrs Kent suggested. Dick perked up at the idea and turned puppy eyes on Bruce from his time out.

"I don't know, will you be good?" Dick nodded and didn't even wait for Bruce to say yes. He tottered into the kitchen and waited by the counter for Mrs Kent.

"What about you Damian?" He shook his head. Mrs Kent went to go do damage control in the kitchen as Bruce checked Damian's head again.

"Could you stop cursing Lana," Clark called. He was watching them with a grin on his face. "I'm sure it was just an accident." Bruce scoffed at the unlikelihood of that.

The door went around six after the fire alarm had stopped screaming. Lex was smiling like a madman and didn't even care that Bruce had a contagious Damian in his arms.

"I take it went well?" Lex smiled wider.

"He checked the feeds, then remembered he had stopped them. You should have seen the look on his face Bruce, it was just..." Bruce smiled with him "I can't wait until next month." Lex finally noticed the sick boy next to him when Damian cleared his throat. "How are you?"

Damian just glared " He's recovering. "Dick has the worst of it. I swear to God I'm going to maim Lana when I get my hands on her."

"Lana? Are you sure?" There was that disbelieving expression again.

"Yes. She's the one who suggested letting them play with that infestation in the first place. All because she couldn't try and seduce you," he growled.

"Be nice!" Clark called, obviously listening into their conversation "Like I said I think it was an accident." He came to the door "Lana would never infect a child just so she could sleep with someone, she's not like that."

"Everyone's like that. It's just some people are more obvious than others about it," Lex looked like he agreed with Bruce on that but still he defended Lana.

"Still, Clark has a point. In all fairness it could have been someone else that put that make-up on the kid," Bruce rolled his eyes at their blindness. "Do you mind if we change the subject. I don't feel right having this conversation in front of..." he nodded to Damian. The boy just glared back. Bruce knew he hated being left out of conversations just because people thought he was 'too young.'

"Do you have my things packed?" He had been living off Clark's things since he got there.

"Yes. Slightly unnerving your knife to clothes ratio but it's all there," Lex reassured. "Will the boys be alright to travel?"

"Alfred hasn't phoned yet. I'm hoping they'll be fine when he does. If they aren't..." He could probably cajole Clark into taking them to the Manor really fast while he took their things in one of Lex's cars. "I'm sure I can work something out."

"Well when the call does come... the car's all ready," Bruce started.

"You sound like you're not going to wave me off," Lex cringed "You're not going to wave me off?"

"Bruce," He bit his lip trying to bring the words together "This is going to sound so... but last time I didn't wave you off and here you are. I feel like if I do, maybe you won't come back next time. It was bad enough losing you once."

It was probably the first time Bruce realised that Lex had missed him. He had thought Bruce dead. They had been close when they were younger, that was what happened when two outsiders met. For Lex to have lost that connection must have been hard.

He tried to make light of the revelation. If Lex wasn't going to see him off he didn't want their goodbye to be sombre. "Well at least next time you see me I won't be sponging off you. Alfred can make us something nice as you regale us with Lionel's latest fad." It worked to put a grin on his friends face. He shifted Damian in his arms and held his hand out "Til next time."

Lex shook it "Don't die before I get there."

Back in the Kent farm it was a long afternoon of trying to coax Dick to eat something. Ice cream was decided on at last with the boy helping himself to four bowls before Bruce shooed him off. It was relatively relaxed as he set the boys to bed and he was even more relaxed once he had kidnapped Clark to the barn again.

They were lying on the barn floor amidst Clark's knocked over things. Bruce was trying his best to leave some kind of mark on Clark's skin and after so many failed attempts to used a marker to write his name as clearly as he could instead.

"Do you think I should tell Lex about my powers?" The question was unexpected until he looked up. Clark was fixating on a scorch mark he'd made a couple of minutes ago and Bruce could see how his pondering of his powers could lead him down that path.

"No."

"Why not?" Clark turned towards him, knocking Bruce's attempts to complete his 'c'. "You're his friend. You trust him."

"Yes but I wouldn't tell him," He tried to nudge Clark back but he wouldn't budge. The question written on Clark's face told him he wasn't going to finish his name until he offered a better response. "I trust Lex and yes we're friends. But only so far. I haven't told him half the things I've told you. He knows me because we're similar. We're smart and when we were younger we banded together to escape what was going on around us. But just because we're friends doesn't mean he should know everything about me and definitely not about you. It's true he's fond of you but even I have my guard up around him. He's a Luthor whether he likes it or not and some things Lionel has ingrained within him override what Lex would independently do. This is just my opinion but... have you noticed that he tends to change. Small things like what he says or how he thinks, they're familiar but not on Lex."

Clark nodded "I get what you're saying."

Bruce was able to turn Clark's head to reach his 'Bru' "Like I said, that's just my opinion. If you believe you can trust Lex then do so."

He had managed to finish his elegant script when Clark spoke again "It was that island."

"Hmm?"

"He got stranded, there was a plane crash, he was on there for weeks. I think whatever happened to him there stuck with him. He was different before he went... more honest," This was news to Bruce. Tea at the manor was going to be interesting.

"Take care of him when I leave won't you?" Clark nodded "I don't trust him with just Lionel for company. Father or not that man's bad news."

He got the phone call from Alfred on Friday. It was nothing more than a brisk "Everything's in order," and a dial tone to tell him that his time in Smallville was at an end. Thankfully the boys were recovered enough to take a long car journey. He considered giving them sleeping pills to knock them out just in case but decided against it when Clark told him off.

Friday afternoon had the boys washed and pyjama clad, hugging goodbye to the Kents and in Dick's case trying to coerce a couple of treats out of them. Lex's car had came when he rang for it and it was only a matter of bundling the boys in and they were off.

He watched as Martha hauled Shelby off Damian as a shadow blocked some of the sun. "This changes nothing."

He didn't bother looking at Talia since he knew he wouldn't see her if he did. "Actually it does. As soon as I set foot in Gotham I've won. Everything's been arranged; cars, publicity. I have my company back and soon an arsenal enough to ward you off. Damian is with me and I with myself. You have no place with us so I suggest you go home. No doubt your father will be expecting you."

"And Clark? Lana? You're friend Lex? You're just going to leave them here unprotected?" The sneer was evident in her tone.

"They've never been unprotected and you know it. The only reason you're pointing it out is because you know you've lost. Go home Talia."

"This changes nothing," Was the last thing she said before disappearing.

He went over and loaded the boys into the back of the car. Making sure they were comfortable for the long drive and had plenty of things to keep them occupied so he wouldn't be subjected to too much whining.

He got a hug from Martha and a firm handshake from Jonathan as they promised he could come back at any time he wanted. It was an offer he was going to take up. No doubt the boys would be wanting to come back here after all.

Finally there was Clark. He was scheduled to come by the manor next Friday. Despite that it was disconcerting to believe that he wasn't going to be a simple walk away anymore. Clark seemed to realise the same thing.

"Take care of them," He nodded to the car. "Not that it needs saying." Bruce smiled and made sure Clark's parents were inside before kissing him.

"I'll see you soon." He got into the car, smirking at the 'bleh' noises the boys were making from Bruce's sign of affection. Turning back to Clark once more he couldn't help "If you want to stop by the manor before hand, you're more than welcome to. Just watch out for Alfred. The man has sharper ears than you sometimes."

They waved each other off as the car pulled out of the idyllic farm. Dick and Damian were pressed against the windows for one last look as they passed fields and houses that had been their home for the past few months.

"It's going to be worth it," Damian told himself.

"We're going to do some good," Bruce agreed as he himself took one last look at Smallville's sign.

It was a long two hours before their first stop. They practically burst out of the car when they reached the gas station. Bruce shouting at the retreating figures to be careful and come straight back. He bought them ice creams when they did just that and promised to write an apology to Lex when he got his car back after Dick spilled some of his on the seats.

Another hour in the car and Damian had decided a nap was for the best. Bruce spent most of his time playing notes and crosses across Damian's sleeping body with Dick after that. The driver stopped once more for a toilet break by which time Dick had mastered the beginnings of Morse code.

Gotham rose before them in no time. The tall spires and Gothic architecture looking down at them as the car wound its way through streets and buildings. Bruce pointed out his own building to Dick when they passed it and promised to take the two of them there the first time he went.

It was as they passed the GCPD when Bruce took notice of the tapping Dick was making. The only reason it caught his attention was because he had trained himself to find patterns. One tap, then three. Dick was using the Morse code Bruce had taught him to speak what he couldn't say with his mouth.

'I-WANT-TO-STAY-WITH-YOU'.

"Really?" Dick turned from the window and nodded.

He pointed to Damian 'LITTLE-BROTHER' he tapped then pointed to Bruce 'NEW-FAMILY'. Bruce was going to do everything in his power to make what Dick was tapping true. 'HAPPY-WITH-YOU'.

The Manor opened its gates to welcome them back home. Alfred was already waiting and opened the door for the three of them to spill out. Despite Alfred's complaints Bruce did help get his own bags out of the car and sent it off with an apology back to Lex.

Alfred was looking the boys over with a stern eye. "It wasn't my fault," Bruce defended "This girl used germ warfare to get me out of the way." Alfred just tutted and took a bag.

"You'll be pleased to know everything is in order. I have your rooms prepared and there will be a press conference whenever you're ready," they steered the boys up the stairs with Alfred still looking them over "I think we may have some cream if it will be any help."

"Thank you," They came to what used to be his old room, transformed from what he remembered into what he had asked Alfred to do with it. Turning to the boys he nudged them in "I thought it would be best if you shared for a while. This place is too big to sleep alone at first," he was glad to see they were happy with it. It made him feel better that although he was a couple doors down they had each other in the same room in case of nightmares.

Damian jumped slightly on, now his, bed "I suppose it will do. But you're moving out," He pointed. Dick just pulled a face and sat stonily on his own bed.

"Bath then bed," Bruce ordered and heard the two of them moan in annoyance.

"I'll go fetch the cream," Alfred said. Bruce felt him grab his arm as he made his way out and heard the low "It's good to have you home."

It was good to be home, he reflected as he looked at his new life.