[Justice League] Addendum Take Two
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dracoqueen22a/n: Expect to see a string of updates over the next week. I'm clearing out my backlog of fics that I've posted as flash fiction/ficlets but belong to a larger universe and have been cleaned up. For completion's sake, I'm posting them where they belong. So some of it may be familiar to you already. :)
Title: Addendum Take Two
Universe: Justice League AU, Numerology
Characters: Martha Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Description: Martha gets the surprise of a lifetime when Batman shows up on her doorstep, as Bruce Wayne no less.
Sequel to Fourth Base Addendum. Initially prompted by mistress_pirate.
When the doorbell rings, Martha blinks in surprise. She isn't expecting any visitors today. So she turns off the tap, dries her hands on her apron, and heads to the front door. Perhaps it is a delivery? Jonathon hadn't told her to expect one but that man, she sighs. Sometimes, he forgets to mention the little things.
She checks her hair in the mirror, tucks a stray curl behind her ear, and then opens the front door. Only to blink yet again.
Her first thought is salesman. But no, that suit is no cheap department store purchase and his shoes are far too shiny for that. The gleaming sports car, sitting not inconspicuously in the driveway next to her mud-spattered Ford, is further proof otherwise.
Besides, she has never seen a salesman this handsome. Those eyes! Lord help her. Martha is a happily married woman but this unexpected visitor seems to have come from all the best ends of the gene pool. He's also carrying some kind of gift basket, red ribbon bow rustling in the early morning breeze.
“Can I help you?” she asks, smiling, all pleasant and not once stammering.
The man shifts, mouth opening and closing as though disconcerted, before he seems to regain control of himself. “I wanted to thank you.”
“Beg pardon?” Why would a stranger want to thank her?
A hint of red dusts the man's cheeks. Just a hint. The cellophane-wrapped basket in his hand crinkles noisily.
“I wanted to thank you,” he repeats in that deep voice. “The apple pie was delicious and I wanted to express my appreciation.” He held the basket out to her.
Politeness had her reflexively accepting it. Apple pie? Martha's confusion grows stronger. This man certainly doesn't look like a member of the local church.
And then. Realization.
Her eyes round. “Oh,” she says, her turn now to crinkle the cellophane. “Oh. You're very welcome. I am glad you enjoyed it.”
Clark is going to be jealous. So very jealous.
“Would you like to come in?” Martha adds because she'll be darned if she's going to let this opportunity slide. Clark can barely manage to hold a civil conversation with the elusive Batman and could use all the help Martha can provide.
And because she has no doubt Batman is already contemplating how to escape, she sweetens the deal. “I have muffins in the oven. Blueberry yogurt.”
“I...” He pauses as though considering before he continues, “Yes. I would. Thank you very much.”
Martha grins and holds the door open, remarking to herself that it is no small wonder Clark has become so fascinated by Batman.
He stays for an hour. Martha learns a great many things about him, including his name, where he's from, the tragic loss of his parents, and his affection for apple pie. She also learns of Alfred and before Bruce – she's giddy with this knowledge – leaves, Martha gives him a tray of muffins to take home to his butler slash father figure.
She tells him that he's welcome to come back anytime he wishes. She gives him her number, so he can call and see if Clark is here first, if he wants to continue to avoid Superman.
He thanks her. He smiles, and it's such a handsome look for a handsome man that Martha almost blushes herself.
She tells him to bring Alfred next time or at least allow them to exchange numbers.
And he tells her that between the two of them, she and Alfred, they might take over the world. It's an honest joke and Martha laughs, but secretly plots to get a hold of Alfred Pennyworth anyway. Because Bruce is right. She and Alfred, working together, would be a force neither Clark nor Bruce could deny.
Bruce finally leaves in that slick, shiny car and Martha waits two hours before calling Clark to brag. He doesn't answer, so she leaves him a message, and is almost but not really surprised when Clark shows up on her doorstep less than twenty minutes later. His hair is ruffled, his tie askew, and there's an inkstain on his left cuff.
She hopes he hasn't left Lois in the middle of some assignment. Her anger is one not as easily assuaged by Martha's apple pie.
Martha serves him a muffin and goes back to peeling potatoes. “Yes, he was here,” she confirms. “And no, I won't tell you who he is or what he looks like.”
“But--”
“No.”
Clark wilts like a week-old bunch of Valentines roses. “You are supposed to be on my side,” he says and bites into his muffin. Crumbs drip onto his shirt and Martha sighs, tossing him a handtowel.
Boys. She shakes her head. Bruce had been immaculate, not so much as a drip on his suit. Alfred had raised him well.
“I am, dear. That does not mean that I am going to ruin all your hard work by breaking his trust. When he wants you to know, he will tell you.”
Clark huffs, consoling himself with another muffin.
“He's turned you against me.”
Martha laughs. “Not quite.” She pauses, giving her son a sideways look. “He's very handsome.”
Clark almost chokes on his next bite. “Ma!” he protests in the midst of coughing. “Why does that even matter?”
“Oh. No reason.”
Martha grins to herself and sweeps a pile of peels into a bowl. No reason at all.
***
a/n: Martha Kent is one of the most fun characters to write. I really need to poke her muses more often. ;)
Title: Addendum Take Two
Universe: Justice League AU, Numerology
Characters: Martha Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Description: Martha gets the surprise of a lifetime when Batman shows up on her doorstep, as Bruce Wayne no less.
Sequel to Fourth Base Addendum. Initially prompted by mistress_pirate.
When the doorbell rings, Martha blinks in surprise. She isn't expecting any visitors today. So she turns off the tap, dries her hands on her apron, and heads to the front door. Perhaps it is a delivery? Jonathon hadn't told her to expect one but that man, she sighs. Sometimes, he forgets to mention the little things.
She checks her hair in the mirror, tucks a stray curl behind her ear, and then opens the front door. Only to blink yet again.
Her first thought is salesman. But no, that suit is no cheap department store purchase and his shoes are far too shiny for that. The gleaming sports car, sitting not inconspicuously in the driveway next to her mud-spattered Ford, is further proof otherwise.
Besides, she has never seen a salesman this handsome. Those eyes! Lord help her. Martha is a happily married woman but this unexpected visitor seems to have come from all the best ends of the gene pool. He's also carrying some kind of gift basket, red ribbon bow rustling in the early morning breeze.
“Can I help you?” she asks, smiling, all pleasant and not once stammering.
The man shifts, mouth opening and closing as though disconcerted, before he seems to regain control of himself. “I wanted to thank you.”
“Beg pardon?” Why would a stranger want to thank her?
A hint of red dusts the man's cheeks. Just a hint. The cellophane-wrapped basket in his hand crinkles noisily.
“I wanted to thank you,” he repeats in that deep voice. “The apple pie was delicious and I wanted to express my appreciation.” He held the basket out to her.
Politeness had her reflexively accepting it. Apple pie? Martha's confusion grows stronger. This man certainly doesn't look like a member of the local church.
And then. Realization.
Her eyes round. “Oh,” she says, her turn now to crinkle the cellophane. “Oh. You're very welcome. I am glad you enjoyed it.”
Clark is going to be jealous. So very jealous.
“Would you like to come in?” Martha adds because she'll be darned if she's going to let this opportunity slide. Clark can barely manage to hold a civil conversation with the elusive Batman and could use all the help Martha can provide.
And because she has no doubt Batman is already contemplating how to escape, she sweetens the deal. “I have muffins in the oven. Blueberry yogurt.”
“I...” He pauses as though considering before he continues, “Yes. I would. Thank you very much.”
Martha grins and holds the door open, remarking to herself that it is no small wonder Clark has become so fascinated by Batman.
He stays for an hour. Martha learns a great many things about him, including his name, where he's from, the tragic loss of his parents, and his affection for apple pie. She also learns of Alfred and before Bruce – she's giddy with this knowledge – leaves, Martha gives him a tray of muffins to take home to his butler slash father figure.
She tells him that he's welcome to come back anytime he wishes. She gives him her number, so he can call and see if Clark is here first, if he wants to continue to avoid Superman.
He thanks her. He smiles, and it's such a handsome look for a handsome man that Martha almost blushes herself.
She tells him to bring Alfred next time or at least allow them to exchange numbers.
And he tells her that between the two of them, she and Alfred, they might take over the world. It's an honest joke and Martha laughs, but secretly plots to get a hold of Alfred Pennyworth anyway. Because Bruce is right. She and Alfred, working together, would be a force neither Clark nor Bruce could deny.
Bruce finally leaves in that slick, shiny car and Martha waits two hours before calling Clark to brag. He doesn't answer, so she leaves him a message, and is almost but not really surprised when Clark shows up on her doorstep less than twenty minutes later. His hair is ruffled, his tie askew, and there's an inkstain on his left cuff.
She hopes he hasn't left Lois in the middle of some assignment. Her anger is one not as easily assuaged by Martha's apple pie.
Martha serves him a muffin and goes back to peeling potatoes. “Yes, he was here,” she confirms. “And no, I won't tell you who he is or what he looks like.”
“But--”
“No.”
Clark wilts like a week-old bunch of Valentines roses. “You are supposed to be on my side,” he says and bites into his muffin. Crumbs drip onto his shirt and Martha sighs, tossing him a handtowel.
Boys. She shakes her head. Bruce had been immaculate, not so much as a drip on his suit. Alfred had raised him well.
“I am, dear. That does not mean that I am going to ruin all your hard work by breaking his trust. When he wants you to know, he will tell you.”
Clark huffs, consoling himself with another muffin.
“He's turned you against me.”
Martha laughs. “Not quite.” She pauses, giving her son a sideways look. “He's very handsome.”
Clark almost chokes on his next bite. “Ma!” he protests in the midst of coughing. “Why does that even matter?”
“Oh. No reason.”
Martha grins to herself and sweeps a pile of peels into a bowl. No reason at all.
a/n: Martha Kent is one of the most fun characters to write. I really need to poke her muses more often. ;)
