“What do you mean this isn’t the first time this has happened?” Bruce asked as he worked to clean up dinner, shooting Clark a look of disbelief over his shoulder. “Luthor just regularly makes teenage clones of you?”

“To be fair,” Clark started nervously, leaning against the counter of the manor’s kitchen. “This is the first time he’s made a clone of me and another superhero. And I think he realized that was a bad idea, because they’re here now, and…”

Bruce sighed and held his hand up to cut off his friend. “I have so many kids.” He said wearily. “I don’t even know how Luthor got my DNA. I haven’t been in Metropolis since that gala a few months ago.”

“Just…” Clark pinched the bridge of his nose. “They need parents,” He tried, voice pleading. “And I’d be willing to coparent. It doesn’t take me a long time to get here if I’m flying. And if they stay here, then it’s better for them to be a Metropolis based hero, right? To keep our secret identities secret.” He pouted. “… it would take attention off Bаtman, if Bruce adopted another kid.”

“It’s not really adopting if they’ve got half my genes.” Bruce said, but he sighed and dried the plate he was holding before looking up at Clark. “Fine. Fine, you win. We can coparent. They’ll work with you, in Metropolis, and they’ll live with me.”

“Thank you.” Clark said with a grin, squeezing Bruce in a side-hug. Bruce huffed.

It was then that you poked your head into the kitchen, having grown tired of entertaining Bruce’s other kids.

“Hey, little one!” Clark said, scooping you up in his arms with a big, proud smile.

Bruce couldn’t stop the smile that graced his own features, watching Clark being so tender with his- their- kid. “I’m almost done cleaning up.” He said with a small shake of his head. “How are the others treating you? Did they show you around?”

Clark set you down, leaning against the counter and smiling at you encouragingly. Ever since taking in Conner, he’d been getting better about being the father of a clone.

Bruce hoped he would be alright at it.