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With a loud noise, the door is thrown opened so violently, Bruce is surprised it doesn’t fly off entirely. Then again, he probably mesured the power of his kick to perfection.


Face going from surprised to pure joy in record time, Jon runs and throws himself at his father, his small arms instantly snaking around Clark’s neck, holding on as tight as he can.

Behind them, Lois releases a sigh of relief, smiling a tired but true smile as Diana comes to join her.

“I knew you’d come save us,” the little boy mumbles happily in his neck. Bruce can hear Clark breathing him in as he holds his son close, hand protectively cupping the back of his head, his tensed shoulders finally relaxing.

“I’m sorry I took so long, Champ,” he whispers, landing a kiss in Jon’s hair. His eyes open, then, immediately focusing on Lois. She looks back at him with a grin.

“Hi, honey. Guess what happen to us?,” she jokes, winning her an amused look from both the Bat and the Amazon.

“Are you - ”

“I’m fine,” she quickly reassures him, walking from the other end of the basement and towards them.

She meets him halfway and grips his wrist, closing the distance between them and gently soothing his worried brow with her fingers. “We’re both fine, I promise.”

One hand moving to Jon’s back, she smirks. “Now let’s go: I can hear Arthur losing his temper with those assholes in the other room.”

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People who are complaining about Superman’s glasses disguising his identity have obviously never worn glasses. You take them off around your friends, people who see you every single day, and they’re like ,,WHAT THE FUCK, YOU LOOK SO DIFFERENT! IS THAT HOW YOUR EYES LOOK LIKE?! NO WAY! WHO ARE YOU???“