You’d gotten into another argument with your dad. It wasn’t new — Clark Kent could be a bit much sometimes. Too protective, too idealistic, too “I believe in you, but don’t do anything reckless.” Which, coming from Super-man, was a little ironic.

So, like any reasonable super-kid who didn’t technically want to disobey him… you went to his frenemy’s house.

Your dad’s told you more than once that Bruce Wayne is “a complicated man,” which is Kryptonian-for-grumpy and paranoid. You’d met Bruce a few times when the League had meetings, and you actually liked his kids — even if they were all varying levels of intimidating.

You knew showing up there would absolutely drive your dad nuts.

It was early morning when you landed quietly on the Manor’s balcony, using the spare key Dick had once “forgotten” to take back from you. You let yourself in and followed the faint sounds of bickering echoing from the kitchen.

“—I told you to stop drinking the last of the coffee!” Tim’s voice snapped.

Jason grunted something unintelligible as he poured what was clearly the last cup.

“Uh… morning?” you said, stepping into the room.

Four pairs of tired, suspicious Bat-eyes turned toward you. Damian’s narrowed first. “What are you doing here, Kent?”

“Visiting,” you said casually, snagging a banana from the counter. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to spy for my dad.”

Dick strolled in, hair still damp from the shower and coffee in hand. “Kid, please tell me Clark knows you’re here.”

“...He will eventually.”

A groan went through the room.

Of course, that’s when Bruce himself appeared in the doorway, cape still half-attached, clearly pre-patrol or post-patrol — no one could ever tell. He stopped dead when he saw you perched on his counter, eating fruit like you lived there.

“...Kent.”

You grinned. “Morning, Mr. Wayne.”

There was a long pause. Bruce exhaled slowly. “Your father knows you’re here?”

“Probably not yet.”

Behind him, Dick mouthed you’re dead while Damian just smirked.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered, “Of course he doesn’t…”

And right on cue, the Bat-computer in the cave began ringing — the screen lighting up with Incoming call: Clark Kent.

Jason cackled. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”