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typinggently · 5 years

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The story starts like this:

Clark almost gets caught changing into his supersuit. He’s in some wet-dark back alley in Blüdhaven near the harbour, the walls gleaming and dripping and smelling of mould and rot. It’s not a place people go, which is why he’s here. He’s counting on a few seconds of privacy before he can follow the dingy dodgy people and see what dingy dodgy business they were whispering about.

But just as he’s unbuttoning his shirt, a young officer walks by. So Clark does up the buttons in a flash, hoping the dark alley concealed the colour of his suit.

“Are you alright there?” A flashlight shining into his face, blinding him. He squints and raises a hand to shield his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m good. Sorry, I must’ve taken a wrong turn.”

And that’s how he meets Dick Grayson.

There’s another story to tell here, but it can be summed up: coffee and sugary pie at midnight with Dick offering to drive him back to his hotel just in case (“Oh, Thank you, I was just...passing through, I don’t have a hotel room. The train station will do nicely.”), exchanging numbers. More coffees. More pies. Some homemade pie at some point because Clark still has some pride and some things should not be calling themselves pie. Some late night phone calls (the police sure keeps weird hours). Discussions on shows, books, music. The like.

“Hey, didn’t you say you were in Gotham this week?”

Clark hadn’t been lying at the time, he had been in Gotham when Dick’d called, but he’d also only been there for two hours in total. Talking to Dick while standing in an empty warehouse, a knocked out Riddler at his feet and Batman long gone. (“Your voice is echoing weirdly?” - “Oh, sorry, I’m in a garage.”)

Well. Needs must, right? “Yeah, I’ll be there for the rest of the week.”

“Great!” (Zippers, some clanging, Dick must be getting changed out of his uniform. At 9:30? Late hours.) “Hey, I was wondering - would you like to come by and have lunch at the house? Alfred makes a mean strawberry cheesecake. And you can meet Bruce, if he’s in.”

“Sure. What about Saturday?”

Saturday.

Clark heard a lot about Dick’s foster dad. He sounds like someone people only talk about fondly when he can’t hear, which is a bit endearing, but Clark’s been around Big City Parents these last few years and he’s not sure what to expect.

He doesn’t expect the Mansion.

But hey. He doesn’t look too bad. A bit strict, maybe but all in all the friendly type. Maybe Clark was wrong about Big City Parents. “Hey. I’m Clark. You must be-“

“Hey Clark! So glad you could make it! Alfred, that’s Clark, I told you about him. Come on, Bruce should be in the study.”

Clark is. Well. Surprised? It’s not quite what he expected. “Is that-“ Do they have a Butler? Is that a partner? Dick didn’t say anything about co-parenting. Or gay foster dads. Clark follows Dick along a few nicely furnished and entirely too long hallways, trying to keep up with him while trying not to make it look easy. Dick is a good deal faster than the people he usually walks around with. A lot giddier, too.

As it turns out, Bruce is in the study.

Nice to know Clark was right about the “people only talk fondly about him when he’s not around” thing, because apparently he was wrong about everything else. “Oh. Hey. I didn’t- Dick didn’t mention you were- I’m Clark. Hi.”

“Bruce Wayne. Nice to meet you. Dick talks about you a lot.”

“Oh, yeah. I mean, you too. He just didn’t mention- Well, I mean. Yeah. Thanks.”

Who adopts orphans at 20?! Who wears black turtlenecks in July?! Clark dimly wonders whether it’d be impolite to make inquiries about possibly gay foster dads.

It’s the story of how Dick Grayson found the perfect boyfriend for his possibly gay foster dad, but Clark doesn’t know that.

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