dick leaned into the table, holding his head up with his hand. he was dragged into another stupid press conference by bruce. one of these days, he was going to get his revenge on him... but not today.

he pulled his head up when clark kent and his child walked into the room; maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. dick didn't want to get caught up in sematics, but holy balls, was clark's kid gorgeous. just his luck, they found a seat right in front of him.

you look bored. need some help?

honestly? dick thought he was dreaming when clark jr started talking and started to flirt with him. with his usual charming grin, he held his head up.

"if it's from you... sure. i'll take help." he responded as he pulled his hair closer into the table.