The other Batman wasn’t as broad or bulky as Bruce, more lean and quick, but still intimidating in his sleek black suit.
The other Superman was slightly taller and broader than Clark, his features were similar but his eyes were a vibrant purple. His suit was less colourful, but still the same costume.
They were sitting side-by-side on the bench supplied in their cell, shoulders touching, pressed against each other like they’d been doing it for a long time.
“They seem close,” Diana observed, “like brothers...or lovers.”
They all stared as the other Superman took the other Batman’s hand and lifted is to his lips to kiss the black clad hero’s knuckles gently.
The other Batman stared at him, unblinking, and then a small smile twitched onto his face.
“Dude,” Flash grinned at Hal. “Supes and Bats are flirting. Finally.”
Bruce glared at the snickering pair.
“We need to know who they are.” He growled.
Clark nodded in agreement.
“Who are you?” Clark blurted.
Bruce sighed at him and glared at the pair.
“Well,” the other Batman said flatly. “At least he’s direct.”
The other Superman snorted and held out his hand. “David Kent, Superman from another universe. And Short-”
“-Dark and Gloomy here is my husband, Danny Wilde.” David finished pleasantly.
“Fun-Killer,” Danny muttered in a less gravelled and cold tone as he slid off the cowl, revealing thick, shaggy ebony hair that fell down to just below his ears and impossibly huge sapphire blue eyes. Clark had to admit, the boy was very pretty. “Freaked out yet?”
“No.” Bruce rumbled. “Who are you? I don’t know you.”
“Well, I’m your eldest adopted son,” Danny said, “guess I’m not around in this universe. That sucks. Anyway, hi. We’re here to help save your planet.”
“His name is William Lars,” Danny explained slowly, “he’s…he’s not nice.”
“No kidding,” Wally said, “he’s trying to kill everyone on out planet.”
“Well, at least they’re the same,” David sighed.
“Wonderful,” Danny replied dryly. “He goes by Anarchy, and I’ve known him since I was a kid. He’s killed more people than the Joker. He’s coming here with a device that will make your planet burn, and you won’t have the experience with him to know how to stop him.”
“Which is where we come in,” David piped in.
“Where I come in,” Danny corrected. “Last time you fought Anarchy three city blocks were levelled.”
“It was an accident,” David huffed.
“An accident is my over confident sidekick crashing through a window after he trips on his own cape,” Danny retorted. “That was a PR Catastrophe.”
“I’d hate to know what an actual catastrophe is,” David grumbled.
“Oh, that would be what your grandma would do to you if you ever hurt me,” Danny replied cheerfully. “I’m adorable and everyone is very protective of me, despite the fact I could probably force feed them their knee caps.”
“I really hate that you’re right,” David grumbled.
“You should be used to it by now,” Danny smiled.
“Wait a minute,” David said, “Tommy tripped on his cape?”
“He tried the Move and it ended badly.” Danny chuckled. “Leave him alone, he’s only been Robin for about two months.”
“He can fly, how did he…”
“I’m still trying to work that out,” Danny answered, concerned.
“Excuse me,” Clark said, “if I could interrupt…”
“Go on, Farm Boy,” Danny answered pleasantly. “We’re listening attentively.”
“Oh he’s definitely one of yours,” Clark rolled his eyes at Bruce. “Where is this Anarchy? How do we stop him?”
“See, there’s where it gets iffy,” Danny said, “we don’t actually know.”
“What?” Hal blurted. “You mean this might not be the right universe?”
“Oh, it’s the right universe,” Danny said.
“How can you be sure?” Diana asked.
“Last time he was wrong people still had Walkmans,” David replied.
“And I was still living in Brooklyn,” Danny nodded. “He’ll be here, we just don’t know exactly when or where.”
“But he will be here,” David continued. “Which gives us time to…prepare you for fighting him.”
“What if we just…not listen?” Diana asked.
“Princess,” Danny answered charmingly. “You’d all be dead within ten minutes of fighting him.”
“Honestly,” Hal said, “I like them.”
“Well, they’re not staying here,” Bruce grumbled. “And if they’re serious about this training thing, well, it’s better we don’t have two Kryptonians on the Watchtower.”
“Agreed,” they all said as Clark glowered.
“Where would they, and we, stay?” He asked.
“The mansion is the best place,” Diana said suddenly. “You have the facilities, the space, and they already know who we are. From the sounds of it, they’ve grown up knowing us.”
“So, we’re in agreement?” Wally asked, and Bruce and Clark glared at him.
“What? I wanted to say it for once!” Wally pouted.
“We’re in agreement,” Shayera nodded. “Now, they’re adorable, aren’t they?”
“Yes,” Wally said. “I mean, come on, they flirted the entire time.”
“Danny’s obviously the boss,” Shayera beamed. “And by the sounds of it, they’ve got a son, Tommy.”
“Aw,” Wally matched her grin.
“If you two are finished gossiping,” Bruce said. “I have to go introduce another Robin to my sons.”
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