Pairings/Characters: Clark/Bruce, Dick, Jonathan/Martha
General Summary: After recently being outed by the press, Clark and Bruce visit Smallville with Dick.
Summary: Holy Great Pumpkin, Batman! ;)
Date Of Completion: December 14, 2007
Date Of Posting: December 18, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1154
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for the World’s Finest Gift Exchange. When I saw Prompt F41 (Clark and Bruce’s first visit to Smallville as an open couple (your choice whether Clark’s parents know about the relationship already). Bonus points for including a range of reactions from the inhabitants of Smallville, not just happy ones. Rating: Any.), I knew that it would fit in perfectly with this series. This is a prequel to Heartland I: "Truth, Justice, And The...", and you need not have read the first story to enjoy this one, as this story was written especially for the WFGE. As this prequel takes place several years before the events of Heartland I, Dick is around 11 years old in this story.
I hope this is what the requester was looking for. I enjoyed writing it! :)
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“Do you get bats up here at all, Jonathan?”
Dick’s voice attracted Jonathan’s attention as the boy hung from the rafters, swinging back and forth on the rope he kept for baling hay. His experience raising a flying child made him blasé to this display despite the lack of superpowers. Dick flew around the rooftops of Gotham on a nightly basis. He doubted very much that he was in much danger in the Kent barn.
Jonathan smiled as he finished the last of his chores. Dick had happily helped with the milking and was burning off some energy. The child must have certainly been a tip-top acrobat in the circus.
Dick jumped down, lightly landing on his feet, his cheerful face bringing another smile to Jonathan’s. Dick reminded him a lot of Clark at that age. Even now his son was a sunny type.
A little thread of doubt slipped through his mind. Bruce was not the cheerful type at all. Could he make his boy happy?
So far, he had. But Bruce was ultra-sophisticated, one of the richest men in the world, and the grim Bat on top of it all.
Yet Clark loved him, and Dick was clearly devoted to him. So there had to be something special there, and Jonathan had to admit that he had seen the obvious love in Bruce’s eyes when watching Dick, and there was Clark…
Well, no use worrying about it on a fine autumn morning. Martha was cooking breakfast and Jonathan was hungry.
“Ready to eat, Dick?”
Jonathan laughed and lightly mussed Dick’s hair as they headed for the house.
& & & & & &
Bruce groaned. The one thing that took getting used to on these visits to the Kents was the ungodly hour everyone got up in the morning. Long accustomed to sleeping late due to his nocturnal activities, it was a real chore to get up as early as he had to for breakfast.
He could have slept and Martha would have set aside a plate for him to be warmed up in the microwave when he was ready, but he felt it rude to sleep like an idle rich man while everyone was downstairs.
Clark was an early riser due to his farm years, and Dick? That boy should have been a late sleeper as well, since he had experienced late nights in the circus and now as Robin. Yet he was up earlier than Clark to join Jonathan in milking the cows and eager to get started before the sun.
Bruce stumbled to the bathroom, woke up a little in the shower, and made himself presentable. He walked down to the kitchen, still feeling bleary-eyed as Clark and Dick said, “Good morning!” in such cheery voices that he wanted to strangle them both.
Martha laughed. “Sit down, Bruce. A nice cup of hot, bracing coffee for you.”
Gratefully he took the steaming cup and drank. The warmth filled him, and he felt a little more human.
Dick’s bright-eyed chatter amused them all, and Martha asked, “Dick, will you help us decorate the house? Jonathan and Clark will get some pumpkins from the fields and you can help me arrange them on the porch and put strings of leaves around the railings.”
“Sure!” Dick ate a piece of blueberry pancake. “Can I paint a face on one of the pumpkins?”
“Sure can,” Jonathan promised.
Everyone helped clean up the breakfast dishes and then Bruce joined Clark, Dick, and Jonathan in the wagon, bouncing along a rutted road to the pumpkin patch.
“Maybe we’ll see the Great Pumpkin!” Dick winked while Bruce rolled his eyes and Clark laughed.
“That’s at night, Dick, on Halloween,” Bruce said with deadpan seriousness, delighting the boy.
Jonathan steered the two draft horses expertly, frost still on the grass as the wagon rumbled along. A mist obscured the mountains, Bruce glad that he was wearing a jacket in the chilly morning air. Everyone had on a jacket, even Clark, who found it better to stay in the habit even though he really didn’t need one.
The pumpkin patch stretched out endlessly, pumpkins of all shapes and sizes to choose from. There was all kinds of discussion among Clark, Jonathan and Dick as to which ones to take back, and Bruce wandered among the rows, suddenly stopping and bending down.
“This one,” he said triumphantly, picking up and presenting a perfectly-shaped medium-sized pumpkin.
“Wow, that’s a good one,” Dick said, and Clark agreed. He followed his father’s directions and went to an enormous pumpkin that three men would have to pick up, and lifted it effortlessly, placing it on the ground by the wagon.
Finally they had all the pumpkins required by Martha picked out, and Clark took the giant pumpkin and took off with it at superspeed, returning to join them just as they started back in the wagon.
Bruce wondered at the life he now lived: sitting in a wagon surrounded by pumpkins, his lover smiling happily as they bounced along the road.
If Gotham society could see him now!
He grinned, happy at the turn of events.
Back at the house they unloaded the pumpkins, Dick helping Martha put them on the porch. Jonathan had added cornstalks to the wagon on the way back and the two decorators would add those to the porch.
Bruce felt comfortable in his jeans as he helped Clark and Jonathan fix some fence posts, then Jonathan asked, “Clark, could you go into town? I want to check on the north pasture but I really need some supplies that Nate got in yesterday.”
“Sure, Dad. You want to go, Bruce?”
“Do you need help, Jonathan?”
The older man shook his head. “No, you go on with Clark.”
“We’ll take Dick and have lunch at the diner,” Clark said. “See you before supper.”
Jonathan nodded and drove off in the truck while Clark and Bruce walked back to the house.
Dick was helping Martha put the finishing touches on the decorations.
“Hey, Dick, we’re going into town to pick up supplies and have lunch. Want to come?” Clark asked.
“Yeah!” Dick finished tying the cornstalks to the pillar.
“We’re going to take a quick shower,” Clark said.
He and Bruce went upstairs, and they decided to save time by showering together. Though, on second thought…
Soaped bodies and deep kisses later, they were moaning under the hot water as Bruce whispered, “Do I have to wear jeans into town?”
Clark laughed as he nipped Bruce’s ear. “No, you can wear your big-city clothes.”
Clark pushed Bruce gently back against the tiles, thrusting their groins together. Bruce loved the soapsuds festooning Clark’s perfect body, his look of utter wantonness something the world didn’t get to see on Superman.
As Bruce pulled Clark’s mouth to his, he was more than glad of that.