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thejusticelounge2012-04-28 06:27 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2012-04-28 06:27 pm
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sweet cherry pie
The red folds of his cape flow over the back of his chair as Superman waits patiently in the cafeteria. A white bakery box sits on the center of the table, unopened. He smiles and greets his team members when they pass, and he whistles a folksy tune to himself when not occupied with polite inquiries about their well-being.
When Batman finally steps into the arched entryway, Clark half-rises from his chair in excitement. “Batman!” he calls aloud, waving a massive hand to make sure the other sees him. “Over here!” Batman grimaces about something beneath the cowl, and Clark isn’t sure exactly what embarrassed Bruce, but it must’ve not been too egregious because he’s seated at Superman’s table a few moments later.
Clark smiles warmly upon him. “Thanks for meeting me. I brought you something.” He opens the cardboard lid of the bakery box, and the buttery-sweet scent of glazed cherries and flaky pie crust wafts up from its confines. Clark closes his eyes for a moment and inhales appreciatively. “Ma’s famous cherry pie. I told you she’d be glad to make one just for you.”
It took everything in him to avoid grinning or even smirking at the delicious and heavenly smelling cherry pie that Clark had brought just for him. Mrs. Kent was a splendid cook and although Alfred was quite the gourmet chef, he lacked a special homemade flavor that Mrs. Kent had mastered early on.
Batman muttered a quick “thanks” as he pulled the box towards him, he was ready to have a bite here and now despite the fact that he wasn’t really hungry but nothing could stop him from taking just one little bite. He was going to be sure to give Martha a proper thanks later, perhaps a couple dozen roses or whatever intel he has of the items the farm could be in need of. They were good people and it would be only right to thank them properly.
Batman took out the fork from inside the box and began to cut himself a slice by turning the fork to it’s side and placing pressure against the heavenly pie. “I didn’t expect for her to have one ready for me so soon,” he said as he finished creating one messy and uneven cut no thanks to the curved angle of the fork.
Clark gestures to a dining room attendant and politely requests silverware, two saucers, and two cups of coffee. Bruce’s enjoyment of the pastry, obvious to Clark despite his friend’s attempt at restraint, gratifies him. He’s always pleased to see Bruce happy about something, rare as those moments are. The attendant brings out the plates, and Clark cuts both of them a small slice of pie.
“What’s happened while I’ve been away?” he asks as he fixes his coffee to his liking with a healthy dose of cream and one sugar. The spoon clinks against the white china as he stirs. “I noticed Alfred is aboard the tower now. Were you so bad that he had to come keep an eye on you?”
Clark grins around a slurp.
Bruce takes his coffee black and quietly thanks the man with super hearing as he cut him a slice of the delicious pie. Taking a small sip of the coffee to see if it’s to his liking, he places it back on the table and breaks a piece of his slice to eat. After having chewed it he was now looking at his friend once more.
“The question you should be asking is: ‘what didn’t happen when you were away’.” It’s true, there was so much that had happened when Clark was out that it would take all day for Bruce to give details, let alone name them all; time that was precious and he’d rather not spend on something so meaningless.
“What do you know about SeRVE?” He asked quietly, staring the man directly into his eyes. Bruce had to know if Clark had a hand at Oliver’s plan, to see if it were the entire League that thought it was fine bringing criminals up into their base or just the select few forming a dictatorship of a sort because no one dared to question Oliver’s stupidity other than Batman.
“I’ve heard a little about it.”
Clark focuses on the pie for a moment because he guessed Bruce’s opinion about SeRVE the moment Oliver informed him about the program. Cherry pie is simple. An ethical debate with Bruce never is. Clark lingers on a few bites before steeling himself to the inevitable discussion.
“I know it’s the only thing sparing Jason from Blackgate right now,” he says, eyes soft with sympathy. “I’m grateful the boy has a chance for rehabilitation, and close enough to remain under your guidance, no less. Aren’t you, Bruce?”
Bruce wasn’t pleased with Clark’s answer but of course, Clark knows this. Realizing that Oliver must have sold the idea of Jason to Clark before the entire risk of having psychopaths and criminals running rampant because with someone as simple as Clark, he’d much rather see the slight good rather than paying attention to the whole picture.
That’s why he aimed to hit at home and brought up Jason, when all Bruce wanted was Clark’s opinion of the whole picture.
“That wasn’t what I asked you,” he spoke in his raspy growl. Quite irritated that Clark would bring up Jason. ”What do you know of SeRVE and did you approve it, thinking it doesn’t need the entire league’s input?”
“I’m sorry, Bruce. I didn’t mean to avert your question.” Clark gives Batman his full attention, knowing the snarl in his voice means his defensiveness is already in play. “I just thought you’d have some respect for it since it’s being used to help one of your boys.
“I know that it’s designed to give a second chance to the criminals we fight who demonstrate remorse and a willingness to try. Is that not a worthy cause? I haven’t officially condoned it,” he adds, “but I have no objections to it thus far. Either way, we’re a team. My vote counts the same as anyone else’s.”
Bruce’s eyes practically stared a whole into the Man of Steel, if Bruce had the heat vision, there would have been a clean and perfect hole through the man’s skull. Obviously, no one else in the league bothered to realize the harm that can be done by not only allowing admittance of criminals into the Watchtower, it was worse if you had a bond with one of them.
It’s due to Jason’s reputation of being a Robin that Oliver, Kyle and the rest had been rather easy on the boy. Giving him a small pat for shooting at the members of the League that were to care for him isn’t considered beneficial. “I’m not sure what you’ve been fed by Ollie but not only will SeRVE fail in helping Jason, it will bite the league hard on it’s ass.” Standing up all of a sudden, he glared at Clark one last time before taking the boxed pie into his hand. No reason in leaving the pie for his ‘friend’ who refused to admit the problem of the whole situation.
“I’ve got more important things to do,” was all he said as he began to leave.
“Bruce, wait!” Clark stood in front of his chair, extending his arm toward Batman’s departing back. “You’re objecting, but you haven’t yet told me which alternative you support. What would you have us do with Jason, with the others?”
Clark already suspected the answer. He knew from experience how cold Bruce could be in these matters, but he always felt inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt anyway.
When Batman finally steps into the arched entryway, Clark half-rises from his chair in excitement. “Batman!” he calls aloud, waving a massive hand to make sure the other sees him. “Over here!” Batman grimaces about something beneath the cowl, and Clark isn’t sure exactly what embarrassed Bruce, but it must’ve not been too egregious because he’s seated at Superman’s table a few moments later.
Clark smiles warmly upon him. “Thanks for meeting me. I brought you something.” He opens the cardboard lid of the bakery box, and the buttery-sweet scent of glazed cherries and flaky pie crust wafts up from its confines. Clark closes his eyes for a moment and inhales appreciatively. “Ma’s famous cherry pie. I told you she’d be glad to make one just for you.”
It took everything in him to avoid grinning or even smirking at the delicious and heavenly smelling cherry pie that Clark had brought just for him. Mrs. Kent was a splendid cook and although Alfred was quite the gourmet chef, he lacked a special homemade flavor that Mrs. Kent had mastered early on.
Batman muttered a quick “thanks” as he pulled the box towards him, he was ready to have a bite here and now despite the fact that he wasn’t really hungry but nothing could stop him from taking just one little bite. He was going to be sure to give Martha a proper thanks later, perhaps a couple dozen roses or whatever intel he has of the items the farm could be in need of. They were good people and it would be only right to thank them properly.
Batman took out the fork from inside the box and began to cut himself a slice by turning the fork to it’s side and placing pressure against the heavenly pie. “I didn’t expect for her to have one ready for me so soon,” he said as he finished creating one messy and uneven cut no thanks to the curved angle of the fork.
Clark gestures to a dining room attendant and politely requests silverware, two saucers, and two cups of coffee. Bruce’s enjoyment of the pastry, obvious to Clark despite his friend’s attempt at restraint, gratifies him. He’s always pleased to see Bruce happy about something, rare as those moments are. The attendant brings out the plates, and Clark cuts both of them a small slice of pie.
“What’s happened while I’ve been away?” he asks as he fixes his coffee to his liking with a healthy dose of cream and one sugar. The spoon clinks against the white china as he stirs. “I noticed Alfred is aboard the tower now. Were you so bad that he had to come keep an eye on you?”
Clark grins around a slurp.
Bruce takes his coffee black and quietly thanks the man with super hearing as he cut him a slice of the delicious pie. Taking a small sip of the coffee to see if it’s to his liking, he places it back on the table and breaks a piece of his slice to eat. After having chewed it he was now looking at his friend once more.
“The question you should be asking is: ‘what didn’t happen when you were away’.” It’s true, there was so much that had happened when Clark was out that it would take all day for Bruce to give details, let alone name them all; time that was precious and he’d rather not spend on something so meaningless.
“What do you know about SeRVE?” He asked quietly, staring the man directly into his eyes. Bruce had to know if Clark had a hand at Oliver’s plan, to see if it were the entire League that thought it was fine bringing criminals up into their base or just the select few forming a dictatorship of a sort because no one dared to question Oliver’s stupidity other than Batman.
“I’ve heard a little about it.”
Clark focuses on the pie for a moment because he guessed Bruce’s opinion about SeRVE the moment Oliver informed him about the program. Cherry pie is simple. An ethical debate with Bruce never is. Clark lingers on a few bites before steeling himself to the inevitable discussion.
“I know it’s the only thing sparing Jason from Blackgate right now,” he says, eyes soft with sympathy. “I’m grateful the boy has a chance for rehabilitation, and close enough to remain under your guidance, no less. Aren’t you, Bruce?”
Bruce wasn’t pleased with Clark’s answer but of course, Clark knows this. Realizing that Oliver must have sold the idea of Jason to Clark before the entire risk of having psychopaths and criminals running rampant because with someone as simple as Clark, he’d much rather see the slight good rather than paying attention to the whole picture.
That’s why he aimed to hit at home and brought up Jason, when all Bruce wanted was Clark’s opinion of the whole picture.
“That wasn’t what I asked you,” he spoke in his raspy growl. Quite irritated that Clark would bring up Jason. ”What do you know of SeRVE and did you approve it, thinking it doesn’t need the entire league’s input?”
“I’m sorry, Bruce. I didn’t mean to avert your question.” Clark gives Batman his full attention, knowing the snarl in his voice means his defensiveness is already in play. “I just thought you’d have some respect for it since it’s being used to help one of your boys.
“I know that it’s designed to give a second chance to the criminals we fight who demonstrate remorse and a willingness to try. Is that not a worthy cause? I haven’t officially condoned it,” he adds, “but I have no objections to it thus far. Either way, we’re a team. My vote counts the same as anyone else’s.”
Bruce’s eyes practically stared a whole into the Man of Steel, if Bruce had the heat vision, there would have been a clean and perfect hole through the man’s skull. Obviously, no one else in the league bothered to realize the harm that can be done by not only allowing admittance of criminals into the Watchtower, it was worse if you had a bond with one of them.
It’s due to Jason’s reputation of being a Robin that Oliver, Kyle and the rest had been rather easy on the boy. Giving him a small pat for shooting at the members of the League that were to care for him isn’t considered beneficial. “I’m not sure what you’ve been fed by Ollie but not only will SeRVE fail in helping Jason, it will bite the league hard on it’s ass.” Standing up all of a sudden, he glared at Clark one last time before taking the boxed pie into his hand. No reason in leaving the pie for his ‘friend’ who refused to admit the problem of the whole situation.
“I’ve got more important things to do,” was all he said as he began to leave.
“Bruce, wait!” Clark stood in front of his chair, extending his arm toward Batman’s departing back. “You’re objecting, but you haven’t yet told me which alternative you support. What would you have us do with Jason, with the others?”
Clark already suspected the answer. He knew from experience how cold Bruce could be in these matters, but he always felt inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt anyway.