*Ryoutarou was making pressed-flower acrylic keychains at his Valentine’s Fan Events with his fans, and had previously tweeted to Kenta that he would make him one after Kenta requested one for himself.
I know what’s said about me behind my back. Whispers of infidelities. My husband’s heard them. And I suspect, given the look on your face, you’ve heard them, too. Thomas and I are not bothered by them. The only question that remains is… are you?
Tbh all I can think about right now is Bruce and Clark taking the boys out for a picnic near the Kent farm so they have a chance to get some of their energy out but with Supervision™ this time (pun intended). And as Clark and Bruce catch up and chat amicably they watch their boys run around the fields endlessly, and play with the dogs, and Damian convinces the cow to let him ride her. When they start getting a mischevious look about them, their dad’s are thinking it’s a good time to intervene, because last time this happened Damian ended up in the tiger enclosure at the zoo, and Jon got locked in the vet tech room. But it’s all just good. Life is good. The sun is warm, the boys are happy. Just being kids. Clark and Bruce are in a place they’d never thought they’d be: two old fathers of young sons but it’s such a joy, such a privilege to watch them laugh and play.
But Bruce calls to Damian, it’s time to go. The boys pout, but come when their fathers call them. They drag their feet, moving as slowly as possible. Bruce sighs in exasperation, but there’s no real feeling behind it. His heart is too full, too warm just seeing his son with a real friend, a true friend he doesn’t have to pretend around. Kind of like Clark has been for him.
The boys finally make it to them…. And good Lord, do they stink to high heaven. Two smelly, sweaty kids with bright eyes and hair sticking up and matching grins, their fathers can’t find it in them to mind the smell.