This day was not at all how he thought it would go. It was one of the rare occasions where Clark could actually sleep in. Not having work to deal with at the Daily Planet and no superhero business to attend to in Metropolis.

That was until he got a strangely distressed call from Bruce of all people needing his help. The call alone was concerning, Clark had never heard his friend so stressed and frustratedly tired throughout the years they had known each other. So of course he went speeding over to Gotham as soon as he could, only to be greeted by a disheveled Bat and eight tiny little Robins clinging to him and running around.

It wasn’t unheard of to have people be de-aged by magic users but the fact that Bruce was unfortunate enough to have all of his children effected made Clark’s heart bleed out for him. They had both checked and apparently the magic should wear off on its own but the exhausted and messed up state of both the manor and the usually calculated and stoic Bat made Clark feel determined to stay by his side and help his friend until this blew over.

The sentiment slowly cracked throughout the day as a very excited Dick Grayson climbed to him and asked him constant questions about his heritage and hero life- evidently a big fan of him- while trying to get Jason and Duke to behave was a lot even for him. And that’s not even taking into account a baby Damian, and young versions of Steph, Cass, Tim, and Kate. They all seemed to have some memories of their adult or teen lives but mostly just retained the memories of their current ages.

It was only now that they had finally managed to put most of the kids to bed that the two adults could relax. The feeling of sitting down after running around and standing on his feet all day was so satisfying to Clark that he barely even noticed the sight of Bruce next to him or the disarray of the lounge area thanks to the chaotic children.