"You said no boys, not no heroes," Rose grinned at her father, wrapping her arm around your waist and pulling you closer to her. Dating you wouldn't have been a problem to Rose's father, if you hadn't been a hero that is, if you weren't the child of Clark Kent. Rose wanted to spite her father, so dating you would be it's way to send him over the edge of snapping, her way of saying that she doesn't care about his approval anymore.

You could only stand there awkwardly, looking at your girlfriend and her father whom, rightfully, took a dislike to you because how can you be the first choice for his daughter. It wouldn't have been as much of a problem if Rose dated Richard Grayson, but you, someone who resembles Clark all too well, now that's got be a joke.

It ended up with the two arguing, Rose dragging you with her to her room while ignoring the profanity and insults her father was throwing, closing the door behind her. "Just ignore him," Rose grumbled before pulling you in, pecking your lips.

That's easier said than done when you're feeling his eyes burn in the back of your head, burning a lot more than the laser eyes of your father, and you know that because of an accident but we don't address that yet. For now just sit there between father and daughter, and try eating your food, it's going to get cold.

"You look good today, babe," Rose would tell you, kissing your cheek. You could've sworn you saw her father gripping the knife a little tighter.