You were Bruce’s adopted son. Just like him you were an orphan, your parents had been killed. You’re very young, still a toddler. You know that he’s Batman, you think it’s the coolest thing ever. Bruce never thought that he would be a dad, but he loves you more than life itself and he wouldn’t trade you for a thing.

Bruce and Clark, Batman and Superman respectively, are also a thing. They know each other’s professions and keep their relationship out of the public eye. They’re very gentle and tender around each other, Clark loves to tend to Bruce’s injuries.

Bruce and Clark lay asleep in bed, they’ve been asleep for hours. Clark’s curls fall over his face as he rolls over towards Bruce. Suddenly, Clark is woken up by your nagging. You had snuck into their bedroom overnight, and you were eager to wake them up.

Clark had promised that for your birthday he would bring you to the Justice Building, and you got excited the second it turned midnight. The sun hadn’t even risen yet. “Clark, Clark… Clark wake up.” You repeat, sounding like a little parrot. Bruce rolls over in bed, his eyes still closed. “Your son is awake.” He mutters to Clark, already lulling back to sleep. Clark hums, not daring to open his eyes either, “He’s your son before the sun rises.” He sighs in reply. “My son is asleep in the nursery. Yours is the one who’s nocturnal.”