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thejusticelounge2013-01-14 05:53 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2013-01-14 05:53 pm
Entry tags:
old friends and bookends
TXT: You know which windows are my study. I’ll get the coffee.
Minutes later, the curtains billow around the open window as Superman sails inside. He removes his cape and drapes it over the back of an armchair before sitting to wait, looking over the books and accent pieces lining the shelves set into the wall behind the desk. Bruce arrives shortly thereafter, bearing a tray of coffee and little teacakes, and Clark rises to help him with it. “Do I dare hope you called me over for a friendly chat?” he begins with a light smile, picking the corner off a cake and nibbling at it. “Or is the planet about to be swarmed by some intergalactic force of evil?”
Hilarious, as always. He handed Clark the usual mug, and picked up his own: with WORLD’S GREATEST DAD scrawled on in Jason’s messy cursive, and sipped it.
‘There is an intergalactic force of evil at work,’ he said. ‘It’s your wedding caterer.’
Clark’s brows lift over a sip of coffee. “Kurt? He’s a nice guy. You weren’t around for Kyle’s birthday party, but he put out a really nice spread. What’s wrong with him? Don’t tell me you’ve dug something up on him.” That would be just like Bruce, pulling up some past offense on a decent man like Kurt and holding it against him.
He makes a face as he takes another gulp from his mug. Too strong. He tempers it with an extra lump of sugar and a few shakes of creamer, lightening the black coffee. “You’re… planning on attending the wedding, then?” he asks cautiously, not meeting Bruce’s eyes when he does. “You said before you might be busy.”
Face, meet palm. ‘A joke, Clark. I was telling. A joke.’ Something about ‘Kyle’ and ‘birthday party’ stirred something in his memory - he made a note to investigate this later. ‘And I am busy - looking at your plans.’ It was a mess. Less than a month left and nothing was organised at all. ‘You can’t expect to pay for this on a reporter’s salary.’
Clark pauses, mug suspended before him. His eyes widen. “You make jokes now?”
Bruce’s lips purse, and Clark shrugs. “Zee and I just want to be together. Marrying her is what’s important, not the wedding. It’ll just be a simple gathering for all our family and friends to celebrate with us. A happy occasion.”
Clark glances out the window, pensive. “You would be surprised at the price tag they put on some of the stuff you need for that happy occasion, though,” he admits.
Face, meet palm again. A happy occasion, yes. He didn’t say “but it has to be the best damn wedding” not just for Clark, but for Zanna as well. Instead he raised an eyebrow. ‘Why didn’t you just tell me you needed money?’
Clark balks at Bruce for a second and laughs in surprise. “I’m not going to take your money, Bruce. Believe it or not, some people want you around for other reasons than your money as a Wayne or your skill as Batman. Some people just want you there, Bruce.” Clark smiles at him, a little rueful but mostly fond. “Zee and I can manage. All I’m asking of you is that you’ll stand up beside me as my best man. You will, won’t you?”
He put down the mug. ‘I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep.’ Especially to you hung in the air, unsaid. ‘I wrote the speech anyway. Alfred says I should just save everyone the trouble and use knockout gas.’
The money problems were going to come up again, but perhaps it was best to just cover the costs discreetly. And a find a better caterer.
“You’re planning on a toast?” Clark shakes his head in wonder. He had wanted to extend the honor of the role to Bruce, but he didn’t necessarily expect him to be involved beyond standing with him at the ceremony. He wasn’t going to hold him to any of the traditional obligations, and here he was volunteering. Even for a wedding, Bruce prepared for every scenario. He always managed to surprise Clark, one way or another.
“Thanks, Bruce. It means a lot to me that you’ve already put time and thought into it. Zee is very happy you’re going to be a part of our wedding, too.”
He raised an eyebrow. ‘Don’t bet on it. I’m still considering the knockout gas idea.’ Sipped some coffee. ‘Who’s on the guest list?’
Minutes later, the curtains billow around the open window as Superman sails inside. He removes his cape and drapes it over the back of an armchair before sitting to wait, looking over the books and accent pieces lining the shelves set into the wall behind the desk. Bruce arrives shortly thereafter, bearing a tray of coffee and little teacakes, and Clark rises to help him with it. “Do I dare hope you called me over for a friendly chat?” he begins with a light smile, picking the corner off a cake and nibbling at it. “Or is the planet about to be swarmed by some intergalactic force of evil?”
Hilarious, as always. He handed Clark the usual mug, and picked up his own: with WORLD’S GREATEST DAD scrawled on in Jason’s messy cursive, and sipped it.
‘There is an intergalactic force of evil at work,’ he said. ‘It’s your wedding caterer.’
Clark’s brows lift over a sip of coffee. “Kurt? He’s a nice guy. You weren’t around for Kyle’s birthday party, but he put out a really nice spread. What’s wrong with him? Don’t tell me you’ve dug something up on him.” That would be just like Bruce, pulling up some past offense on a decent man like Kurt and holding it against him.
He makes a face as he takes another gulp from his mug. Too strong. He tempers it with an extra lump of sugar and a few shakes of creamer, lightening the black coffee. “You’re… planning on attending the wedding, then?” he asks cautiously, not meeting Bruce’s eyes when he does. “You said before you might be busy.”
Face, meet palm. ‘A joke, Clark. I was telling. A joke.’ Something about ‘Kyle’ and ‘birthday party’ stirred something in his memory - he made a note to investigate this later. ‘And I am busy - looking at your plans.’ It was a mess. Less than a month left and nothing was organised at all. ‘You can’t expect to pay for this on a reporter’s salary.’
Clark pauses, mug suspended before him. His eyes widen. “You make jokes now?”
Bruce’s lips purse, and Clark shrugs. “Zee and I just want to be together. Marrying her is what’s important, not the wedding. It’ll just be a simple gathering for all our family and friends to celebrate with us. A happy occasion.”
Clark glances out the window, pensive. “You would be surprised at the price tag they put on some of the stuff you need for that happy occasion, though,” he admits.
Face, meet palm again. A happy occasion, yes. He didn’t say “but it has to be the best damn wedding” not just for Clark, but for Zanna as well. Instead he raised an eyebrow. ‘Why didn’t you just tell me you needed money?’
Clark balks at Bruce for a second and laughs in surprise. “I’m not going to take your money, Bruce. Believe it or not, some people want you around for other reasons than your money as a Wayne or your skill as Batman. Some people just want you there, Bruce.” Clark smiles at him, a little rueful but mostly fond. “Zee and I can manage. All I’m asking of you is that you’ll stand up beside me as my best man. You will, won’t you?”
He put down the mug. ‘I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep.’ Especially to you hung in the air, unsaid. ‘I wrote the speech anyway. Alfred says I should just save everyone the trouble and use knockout gas.’
The money problems were going to come up again, but perhaps it was best to just cover the costs discreetly. And a find a better caterer.
“You’re planning on a toast?” Clark shakes his head in wonder. He had wanted to extend the honor of the role to Bruce, but he didn’t necessarily expect him to be involved beyond standing with him at the ceremony. He wasn’t going to hold him to any of the traditional obligations, and here he was volunteering. Even for a wedding, Bruce prepared for every scenario. He always managed to surprise Clark, one way or another.
“Thanks, Bruce. It means a lot to me that you’ve already put time and thought into it. Zee is very happy you’re going to be a part of our wedding, too.”
He raised an eyebrow. ‘Don’t bet on it. I’m still considering the knockout gas idea.’ Sipped some coffee. ‘Who’s on the guest list?’