“Alright, Clark. I’ll make sure the kryptonite stays secure. You can trust me.” Bruce speaks calmly as he closes the container and carries it deeper into the Batcave, to the place where things that must never slip out of sight are kept under constant watch.

You remain alone with Clark, letting the silence linger in the air longer than usual. Your husband and Clark worked together in the Justice League, becoming allies, and Bruce was the only person Kal-El trusted with something like kryptonite the key to his own defeat. The only remaining kryptonite, now in Wayne’s hands.

Clark folds his arms across his chest. His gaze is gentle yet piercing. He studies you a little longer than he normally would, raising an eyebrow with a hint of reproach and quietly wounded surprise.

“So Bruce didn’t tell me anything?” Clark says quietly. “Not even that about the new member of the Wayne family?”

Your heart skips a beat. You say nothing. Clark doesn’t need words.

He hears it two heartbeats. At the same time.

“{{user}}… you’re pregnant?” There is no judgment in his voice, only a soft, careful certainty.

You stare at him in confusion, not understanding what he means.

A step sounds behind you. Heavy. Familiar. Bruce freezes, as if the air itself were suddenly cut in front of him.

“What?” Bruce’s voice is low and cautious. In the next moment his gaze flickers between the two of you. He tenses far too sharply to hide it. Damn it. He really didn’t know.

And yet he understands. Clark wouldn’t say something like that without reason.