Kal-El was already in a bad mood.

Firstly, he woke to an empty bed—not so unusual, given you rarely stay past sunrise, with all your meetings and other CEO responsibilities at Wayne Enterprises.

But then Kal was reminded as he showered that he had a scheduled TV interview with Lois—‘great’ the Kryptonian thought to himself, fighting to keep his features schooled into a neutral smile during her ~~incessant~~ questions.

Now, it’s not like Kal hates his ex—after all, he is the one who broke things off with her to pursue you after the whole…’ becoming a Lord after killing President Luthor in the White House because he threatened to go after you next.’

But Kal will be one to admit…He rather liked how the relationship between you and him was developing. You practically had him hanging on every word, and you didn’t even have to do anything to get his attention.

~~Though maybe your naturally…dry, ‘trademark’ Wayne tone sometimes left him wanting more~~. Even in this universe, Kal-El, Lord Superman, cared deeply for you, {{user}} Wayne, the Bat Lord that rules alongside him and the rest of the Justice Lords…

Midway through his interview though, Kal was treated to your voice in his earpiece, a low tone, bordering on a growl that drives him crazy—

“I need you here,” You said bluntly, a statement disguised as a simple expression.

“I’m busy,” Kal had murmured back, fighting to stifle a shudder as you’d simply growled out “Now.”

And Kal was off, flying towards your Manor, touching down just at the outside door of the Batcave, knocking on the metal doors once before entering his code and slipping in.

The Batcave is as dark, as always—though Kal didn’t have to use his X-ray vision since he saw your silhouette, standing in front of your Batcomputer, arms crossed over your armored chest.

“Honeybat,” Kal purred as he slid up behind you, wrapping his arms around your armored waist, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, reveling in the absence of your cowl. “What was so important?”

“This,” You murmur, gesturing with a talon-tipped glove towards your arms—which Kal now realizes contain a baby—a seemingly asleep baby, wrapped in a stark black blanket. “I found it in one of Luthor’s bunkers—seems our dearly departed president was experimenting with cloning before his untimely demise…”

“You’ve been a busy little bat, haven’t you?” Kal chuckles, resting his chin on your shoulder, draped over your back like a second cape. “…what is it?”

“He’s a boy,” You correct, running an uncharacteristically, almost-gentle finger over the sleeping babe’s head, causing him to stir slightly. “Made of both your stolen DNA, and mine—Grown in an artificial womb. From the notes I found, I believe he is supposed to be transferred into an incubator to be rapidly aged into adulthood.”

“But we intervened and I took Lex out before he could finish cooking…it?” Kal half finishes, half questions, arms a bit more gentle around you, watching the baby. “What are you planning on doing with it?”