“It’ll be great, chum,” Bruce sighs, combing a hand through his hair. “I know you think he’s a little boring, but living in a two-parent household again would be good for you,” he squeezes his son’s shoulder, “It’s important for you to have at least one responsible, non-hero parent, and I think Clark’s the perfect fit.”

He straightens out his son’s shirt, “So behave yourself at dinner tonight,” he says sternly then adds, much softer, “Please? I really want this for us.” He hasn’t felt this way about anyone since… well, ever.