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“I once thought I could protect the world by myself. But I was wrong.”

buffkermitrising:

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“Who doesn’t?” he teased to try to change the tone and left it at that.

His face fell a little bit. It might have been cool to meet her. He perked back up quickly though. This was Superman after all. “Billy was popping off the whole time. He almost wore a hole in the carpet while he was pacing. She’s tough.” He wouldn’t want to cross her anyways.

“Really?! That’d be great. Can I bring my boyfriend? He’d love that I think.” Or he’d love being there with Teddy. Billy liked doing things that made him happy and Teddy would want to have that kind of experience with him. “Is it anything like your place in Kansas?”

He cringed and tried not to think about Billy having a piece of Wanda’s soul in him too hard. “I wasn’t here for it. It scared the crap out of me when Billy told me what happened. How’d you fight it off?”

...

“Lois certainly is something. She could kick my ass and I’d ask her to do it again.” A bit too much information but Clark knew where he stood when it came to his relationship with Lois. They were equals and she could save herself.

“Sure thing, the more the merrier but we have to keep it on the down low due to the ISA looking for me so maybe not the more the merrier then.” Clark just shook his head some at the question. “No, it’s tiny. My parents farm is for corn. I only have some hens and, apparently, a goat now. There was no point in getting acres of land, it draws too much attention to the area.”

“Mr Knight managed to knock me out with his batons. I have no idea how he managed to do it, perhaps the magic weakened me for little while.”

#f2f;teddy #char;hulkling

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Henry Cavill is back as Superman.

#visage

loislanereportingin:

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“She’s mad you and Damian thought she was a boy,” Lois teased. “Even though Prometheus is a great name for a goat. Did you tell Damian?”

She started laughing. “Relax Smallville. It’s just a big box filled with hay. There’s room in the sunroom in the corner. Then she won’t have to go outside when it’s too hot.” She didn’t know the first thing about having farm animals but she could have an indoor goat if she wanted to. Lois was too stubborn not to make it work. “She’s going to grow on you you know. She’s a good cuddler. And she’s only a little baby. Don’t tell me you don’t think she’s cute. You said she’s like me, and you think I’m cute.”

,,,

“No.” Clark told her straight up then reached over and patted her knee. “I’m leaving that up to you.” he smiled and removed his hand. “He hates me enough so let’s not give him another reason.”

“I think I would prefer an actual baby over a baby goat.” He gave her a look then finished his drink, setting the glass back down. “Do I think you’re cute? Hm...” Clark pretended to think. “I don’t know.”

#f2f;lois #char;lois lane

grimfacedknight:

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“Have you met me?” His voice was dry. Clark and Diana tormented him endlessly for this overthinking. He endured it from everyone who was close to him. “How are we supposed to welcome them into the fold, Clark? Should I organize a potluck?” This irritated him. He didn’t have time to coddle the X-Men and ease them into serving their duties on a team they’d willingly joined. He bore enough of his own frustrations without taking on one as inane as pandering to make the X-Men feel welcome.

“I know that, Clark. My whole family knows that. But it isn’t something we’re accepting. There needs to be a goal.” He sighed, clenching and releasing his fists. “This indeterminate waiting could drive me to madness. Inaction will get us nowhere. I know Diana and Steve are trying, but each leak they plug allows three others to spring forth from the pressure they’re containing. It’s an impossible task to keep trying to maintain this balance. Diana deserves better than that.”

He stared at the cake and laughed a little. “Vegetarian? Isn’t all cake?” He accepted the plate, though he and Clark both knew he’d likely eat only a bite or two for the sake of politesse rather than enjoying the confection to its fullest. His astringency about his diet was born of necessity. He couldn’t afford indulgence without the enhancements or innate abilities of the others. “Have Lois’ dietary restrictions driven you to shameful secret burgers yet?” Clark was a red-blooded American man. Denying him meat was akin to challenging his culture.

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“No, I’m Clark Kent, nice to meet you Mr Wayne.” With a grin, Clark finished the last of his coffee then set the cup down. “Well no, just be nice.” It was easier to say. “Speak to them, get to know a couple of them. I heard Scott was their leader back when they were still formed. Maybe start there?” Clark suggested.

He raised an eyebrow slightly. “You’re not blaming the inaction on Steve Rogers are you? It sounded like you were implying that.” Clark tried to hide his amusement though. “I have no issues with the former Captain America, I can even relate to some things like the press, interviews, being an American icon.” It was personally nice for Clark to have someone around that could relate to that.

“She doesn’t eat egg, so this doesn’t have eggs in it.” He pushed the cake closer. “It might make you smile.” Clark teased a little. “No, actually. I’ve been okay at balancing our diets. I’ve moved the meat into a large freezer so it’s not crossing with the food she can eat but other than that... it’s fine. I cook it all because she’s terrible at it.” He took a bite of his own slice then shrugged. “It’s cake.”

#f2f;bruce wayne #char;batman

onetruewayne:

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Damian raised an eyebrow at Clark. Nothing to worry about. He was essentially fleeing his own city to hide from a global force out to destroy him, crime hadn’t been higher in Gotham in the last thirty years, and he was living in a hidden castle in Europe so he could be a part of a plan to stop a bald man with a god-complex from trying to rule the Earth. “If you believe so.”

Damian did at least get up to gather a bit of hay. “He won’t need much, he is small.”

...

Clark was slightly relieved when Damian did as he was asked to. “Ha, not gonna stop him from eating whatever he wants. We’ll never have long grass ever again because goats eat whatever they want. They’ll even eat trash.” he gestured to his compost bin just outside the door, he figured he’d have to move this soon so that the goat couldn’t eat the scraps.

#f2f;damian #char;robin

buffkermitrising:

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Teddy cringed. He didn’t want to start a fight with Superman about his decision to sign the Accords. Teddy didn’t know the circumstances that made him sign but it was devastating to find out that such a lawful good hero he’d loved for so long could be so lawful stupid. He didn’t like thinking that way especially now that he was talking to Clark in person. “We were all really confused when it happened,” he told Clark because he didn’t want to ignore it. Clark could explain or move on whatever he wanted to do.

“Lois Lane?” Teddy asked. “Does she live here? Did you see her twitter feud with Mary Jane Watson? It’s been living rent-free in my head since it happened.” He looked at the eggs that were still covered in feathers and hay. “Do you have a farm around here or something? And I’ll definitely say yes to an omelet. I’m kind of the cooking guy here now anyways. It used to be Scarlet Witch but you probably heard how that went.”

He took some of the cartons from Clark and started walking toward the kitchen.

...

“Some times I make stupid decisions.” Was all Clark said on the subject and swiftly moved it onward.

“No.” He shook his head. “She doesn’t even know where here is.” She tried though, she did try but Clark had promised not to out where they all were. She’d find out herself sooner or later. “I did see her twitter feud and I intend to stay way out of that mess.” Clark cringed a little.

“Yes I do.” He gave the younger man a smile. “You can visit any time you like.” Closing the carton, Clark gestured for Teddy to lead the way. “I heard about Wanda, her magic tried to possess me not long ago due to that portal that showed up.”

#f2f;teddy #char;hulkling

loislanereportingin:

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She took the drink and then settled in the chair next to him only because she didn’t think that the chair he sat in would hold both of them. Her purple eyes gratefully watched how his lips and throat worked when he sipped his drink and tried to remember she was not a cavewoman and they had things to do. She shook that off and then laughed. “Technically I wanted a lamb, but I love Lakshmi. She’s stubborn and she tries to headbutt you. She’s perfect for me.”

When Damian had shown up with the little baby goat who wasn’t even fully weaned from her mother, Lois’s maternal instincts activated. Clark kept yelling at her not to let Lakshmi in the house and to feed her the bottle he gave her outside. He usually lost that argument. More than once Lois fell asleep with Lakshmi on the couch or in their bed and made Clark grumble about goat poop on the floor. “You’re lucky I didn’t ask for a cow. I’ve been reading that we can teach her to use a goaty litter box.”

...

“Just like you.” He smiled at her. “But it’s got to stop headbutting me whenever I go into the barn.”

Clark nearly spat his drink out, had he misheard? “Huh? Did you just say a goaty litter box?” He raised an eyebrow, could you teach a goat how to use the litter box? he hadn’t had a goat before, just mostly chickens, even on the Kent farm because they were corn farmers not dairy.

#f2f;lois #char;lois lane

grimfacedknight:

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“How much time? Have we not been here for years? The petty in-fighting and the inner groupings preclude us from the numbers required to make real strides against our common enemy. Why bother to gather in this castle if we’re going to maintain our separation?” It was ironic, perhaps, for such words to leave Bruce’s lips, as he preserved his status as a known recluse clearly and without hesitation. Bruce would contest that he was not the team on a whole, however. “I wonder when we’ll be able to finally stand against the cause opposing us and finish this.” He didn’t speak his emotions aloud, but Bruce longed to return home. Gotham lived in a perpetual state of barely existing. It cusped on disaster of a new nature with each passing week. The longer he remained estranged from the city which formed him, the more he feared it would reach a point where it could no longer be salvaged. His guilt over abandoning the city he swore to protect was thick and pervasive beneath his veneer of calm reserve. While they continued to offer slack rather than pulling their ranks tightly, what other micropopulations which relied so heavily on their guiding hands would fall to chaos?

“After so many years, I’m surprised we haven’t exhausted our respective experiences. I suppose the mercurial nature of life will provide us with enough substance to sustain our friendship without letting us get bored of one another.” Damian was older and thus presented new problems to unravel. Bruce was older, too. Eventually, he would give over to the trials of that reality. Clark would still remain even then. Bruce often idled on what the three of them would grow into when the inevitability of his death or retirement took him from the field.

...

“Bruce... Bruce, you are thinking way too hard about this. You have to remember that the X-Men dynamic is completely different to ours. You just need to make some effort to let them know that we’re all on the same side, welcome them into the fold. Wolverine seems to have settled in just fine with everyone.” At the question, all Clark could do was shrug a shoulder. It was a feeling that most people shared, eager to get back home but if it wasn’t for the ISA, and hell, the US government, all this would’ve been over sooner. “We’re all wanted for not signing.” He did sign, but refusing to co-operate had put a rather large target on his back and he couldn’t go back home because the ISA is watching his parents and the farm, waiting his return.

“I could never get bored of you, Bruce.” Then he offered him a plate with cake on it. “It’s vegetarian if that helps?”

#char;batman #f2f;bruce wayne

onetruewayne:

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“Wayne’s don’t relax.” He’d never personally seen it happen. If he’d seen his Father calm and happy it was not really relaxed, it was… waiting. His mother always told him to keep his guard up and it seemed like he hadn’t managed to go a day his entire life without thinking of her nuggets of wisdom either. “His name shall be Prometheus, in honor of this place finally becoming a real farm.”

...

“Don’t I know it.” Clark muttered under his breath. In all the years he had known Bruce for, he could count on one hand the amount of times he had seen him fully relaxed and that wasn’t many. “You should though. You literally have nothing to worry about.” That was probably not a good thing to say, but he had already said it now. “Great name.” Clark patted the goat on the head. “Wanna feed him some hay?” He gestured to the hay in the back of the barn.

#f2f;damian #char;robin

buffkermitrising:

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Clark. Clark Kent. He was telling him he could call him Clark like they were friends and Teddy wanted to explode. Wait until he told Billy. He was a few inches taller than Clark and he was surprised by that because he always assumed Superman would be like eight feet tall just because of how larger than life he was. He shifted his feet around and thrust out a big hand to shake his. “It’s really… well honestly it’s insane to meet you. Sorry you probably get that a lot.”

There were a million reason Teddy looked up to Clark, even with the decision he’d made with the Accords at first. Clark was an Alien on earth too. He knew what it was like to live with his feet in two worlds. Teddy wondered how he felt about it. He had so many questions.

“You want some help with those…” Teddy blinked while he realized what Clark was carrying. “Are those eggs?”

...

Clark took the hand and gave it a firm shake in return. “Not in the last four years, but it is nice to hear.” He smiled a little. It was odd, but not too odd because the people had loved Superman for a very long time, then he signed and a lot of split opinions came around.

“They are eggs.” He held them up for a second. “Lois is vegetarian and I only eat a few eggs a day at breakfast so we don’t need this much.” He held the carton up for Teddy to get a closer look at the very fresh eggs. “Better to share them than throw them away. You look like a strapping young man that needs eggs. Would you like an omelet?”

#f2f;teddy #char;hulkling

annatazarctaz:

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“And how was the view?” Zatanna arched a brow and the corner of her mouth twitched into a small smirk. It had been a while since she’d taken a real hit in the field, so she should probably keep the teasing to a minimum in case the karma gods were listening––but, then again, where was the fun in that? “Ah,” she nodded sagely and let lout a little sigh, “chaos is rapidly becoming familiar friend to us all.” Or, rather, frenemy in most cases, but she was already fighting an uphill battle when it came to keeping Wanda out of a high-security prison or maybe even an entirely different realm of reality. “Strange, though,” her smirk shifted into a pensive frown as she thought about what he said, “that Marc of all people managed to take down Superman…this hasn’t happened before, has it?”

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“Eh.” Clark could only offer a shrug. “I could say I felt humble but no, I felt more of confused than humble and he got a lucky shot with that stick of his.” He rubbed the spot on the back of his head, expecting to find a lump but nothing was there now so dropped his hand onto his lap. “It wasn’t Marc.” He shook his head. “It was Mr Knight, so Steven, if I’m correct.” Clark leaned back against the headboard, may as well get comfortable. “It hasn’t ever happened before. There’s only ever been small doses of magic around me, but this? Huge amount.”

#f2f;zatanna #char;zatanna #sorry thought i'd replied to this but obvs not

grimfacedknight:

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“I have no doubt of that,” he said. “Though, their disinclination toward fully integrating is concerning. The Avengers’ relative power levels, aside from Miss Maximoff, aren’t cause for concern to me.” The Justice League boasted far more metahumans, more training collectively and individually, and more experience with cosmic and intergalactic threads. When placed against the X-Men, that overwhelming lead shrank significantly. The mutants’ collective abilities were variables over which Bruce had no control, and the very instructions he’d given Damian on trust and allowing space for their growing allegiances tasted hypocritical on his tongue as he combated the urge to seek out the X-Men’s weaknesses and catalog them.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Bruce sighed. “Consider the decade’s worth of training he has received both from me and from the League of Assassins before you make the comparison, Clark. You were new. Your mistakes were natural. His lack of faith comes from a refusal to accept that his solutions may not be the only viable options. It’s obstinance surely as his youth.” He couldn’t be entirely short of the mark. Bruce didn’t have such an out of touch view of the world that he’d fail to understand his son completely. At least not to his own perception. Perhaps Clark disagreed.

Accepting defeat, he sighed heavily. “Fine,” he permitted. Belatedly, he added, “You were always better at this than I am.” Clark was excellent with people, sincerely and without pretense. Bruce donned a mask each time he was required to be the same, drawing much of his impressions of approachability from the man in front of him.

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“Give them time. Most of them only know each other, then there’s some like the Wolverine who seems to be very easy to integrate onto other teams. Perhaps start there and see if the others follow?” Clark offered a suggestion. “I mean the older Wolverine, although if the other one is anything like her father as the science suggests, she might be easier to approach.”

When Bruce seemed to give in, Clark couldn’t help but grin. How often did that happen within their dynamic. “I am better than you at this type of thing but we had very different upbringings. Perhaps we’ve still got some things to learn from each other after all.”

#f2f;bruce wayne #char;batman

loislanereportingin:

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Lois was starting to get a headache. She was going to find the connection she needed. She just had to keep looking. She was already planting seeds against the ISA by goading Lex Luthor’s PR rep or whatever the hell Mary Jane Watson was parading around as. She was acting like she had a clue and Lois Lane knew better. She just needed more concrete evidence than asking her following to take her word for it. She could talk about what the ISA did to her and others like her, but it was her word against theirs then and Luthor had more resources. She had to play this smart.

When Clark interrupted, she was going to scowl but then she saw him. His body gleamed in the sunlight and her mouth watered. Focus up, Lane.

It was starting to get hot in Sokovia, not that it would affect Clark. It was her turn to stand in the doorway while she smiled. “You are so unfair, Smallville,” she told him.

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Clark laughed when she called him unfair. “Well, it got you out of the office didn’t it?” He offered her a glass of said lemonade then poured himself one before sitting in one of the chairs with a long sigh. “I will finish this fencing this weekend then move onto taking a look at the barn now we have a goat.” He gave her a look, but there wasn’t anything behind it. “You couldn’t have waited huh?”

#f2f;lois #char;lois lane

buffkermitrising:

@kalelrising

Teddy walked through the halls of the Mousehole completely overwhelmed, some of his biggest heroes right close enough to touch if that wouldn’t be completely creepy. There were a few he still wasn’t brave enough to approach, but they were coming with more time as it went by. He still hadn’t worked up the nerve to talk to Wonder Woman even if she probably thought he was a massive weirdo for the times he accidentally stared at her.

Superman wasn’t even always at the Mousehole apparently so when Teddy did see him in the hall he just stared for a second. That was him. That was definitely him. He knew that people were mad at Superman when he signed the Accords, but Teddy didn’t believe for a second he did it because he thought the ISA was right. There had to be a reason.

There was no avoiding the run in because they were literally walking toward each other. He snapped his mouth shut when he realized it was hanging open. “Uh hi,” he said. “Wow. You’re literally Superman.” Very smooth. “Which you definitely already knew.” He was so awkward. Could the earth please swallow him? “I’m Teddy. Uh. Hulkling.” Did Superman know about the Young Avengers?

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Clark had a smile on his face as he walked down the hall with a box tucked under his arm, heading towards the biggest pantry so that he could put the eggs away that his hens had started lay. With Lois being a vegetarian and Clark only cooking eggs once in a while, he didn’t want them to go to waste so here he was, minding his own business until he spotted Teddy looking his way. “Good morning.” He nodded a little, going to continue on his way until the younger man spoke to him.

“That depends on who you ask, but yes. I am literally Superman.” He nodded with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Teddy. You can call me Clark if you wish. We’re not fighting side by side right now so please, Clark.” He knew the type, the fan boy but he would give Teddy the option of using his actual name around here. It didn’t bother him, but Superman was more formal and Mr Kent was his dad.

#f2f;teddy #char;hulkling

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#visage

onetruewayne:

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“You think I lack the ability to be responsible? Because I only care for Titus? Interesting assessment.” Damian narrowed his eyes at Clark, dubious and irritated. He had been a vigilante for a decade, but he wasn’t responsible. Because he got a gift for Lois. He huffed and stood up, dusting his pants.

“You didn’t hear Lois leave and that I had come in. Or it wasn’t considerable enough of a threat for you to be alerted to it. You’re senses are advanced, not omnipotent. You filter things out. Cameras do not.”

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“Yes, actually.” Clark nodded. “You’re still young and have a lot of weight on your shoulders you should really try to relax.” He put his hand on his shoulder. “Maybe taking care of the goat will help you eventually relax.” Clark gestured to the kid who baaaed at them. “Give him a name.”

“Leave the security to me, Damon.”

#f2f;damian #char;robin

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