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New Sons - Part 2

Once you’re sure the boys are asleep you quickly make your way out of Medical, heading to the ZETA tubes. Before you can get there, however, you run into a large wall of blue and red.

“Superman, can I help you with something?”

“Where are you going?” Clark crosses his arms over his chest, “I won’t let you confront Luthor. He’s dangerous, he could hurt you”

You roll your eyes, mirroring his stance, “You don’t have to ‘let’ me do anything, Kent. Now I suggest you step aside before you see just how pissed I really am at you”

“You’re mad at me?!”

“You’re damn right I’m mad at you!! Those two boys are children and all you’ve done is treat them like they are a burden to you! It’s not their fault that they were made! It’s also not their fault that you’re too wrapped up in yourself and Lois, who didn’t even care about you until she found out that you were Superman, to even give them a chance!! Now, GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!!!”

Shoving Clark hard, you continue into the ZETA tube and punch in the coordinates for Metropolis. You and Lex need to have a talk.

Mercy leads you directly into Lex’s office, going to stand behind her boss once you’re seated.

“What can I help you with, Mrs. Wayne?”

“I’m not here on business, Lex. I’m here on a personal matter”

Lex leans back, steepling his fingers, “Very well, Y/N. What are you here for?”

“I’m here to talk about Cadmus and the research that you were doing there”

“I can’t say that I know what you’re talking about”

You raise an eyebrow, “So you don’t know about the two Kryptonian clones that were taken from Cadmus by the Justice League, one of which happens to have been made from half of your DNA, virtually making him your son? You also don’t know about the full blooded Kryptonian that was also taken? The one who was given a serum to help him control himself, and was able to identify you as one of the people who he saw regularly outside of his pod?”

“I still don’t …”

“Please, Lex. I’m not here on some JLA mission, I’m here because I have two boys who are terrified that you’re going to come in and bring them back to Cadmus. I don’t want to completely cut you from their life, there are things that were done to them that I know you wouldn’t have approved of. I know that your ‘evil’ now, that you aren’t supposed to care about anyone, but Clark’s already tossed them aside and I don’t want them to lose two fathers in one day”

Lex takes a deep breath, “Mercy, please cancel my meetings for the next week. Y/N” he turns back to you, “I’d like to meet them, if you wouldn’t mind. I’d like to be a part of their lives.”

“I told them that I wouldn’t let you take them back to Cadmus. I’ll fight for them, Lex, I intend to offer them a place at the Manor, a family.”

“I know you’ll be good to them, Y/N. I would like to … make-up for any mistakes that I made in the past. I’d also like to take a look at their files, I was running an investigation on the Cadmus branch that the clones were found at, and discovered some … unsavory practices being implemented on many of the experiments.”

You stand up, giving your old friend a parting hug, “I’ll see what I can do, your meeting might have to wait until after the boys leave the Watchtower”

“Very well, you’ll contact me when we can meet?”

“Of course”

As soon as you step back onto the Watchtower you know something is wrong. Huge chunks of metal are being thrown around, several people are yelling. And in the middle of everything is Match, standing over an injured Conner, eyes glowing red and staring down Superman.

You rush forward, attempting to get between the two Kryptonians, only to be caught around the middle by your husband, “B!! Let me go!!”

“You can’t get between them, Y/N!”

“Let me go, damnit!! I can help!”

Conner makes a soft sound, leaning around Match’s legs, “Y/N? You … you came back?”

“Of course I came back! I had some things to take care of back on Earth, and I came back as soon as I could.” You wriggle around, finally slipping out of your husbands hold, “Match, put that down please” Slowly Match obeys, and between one blink and the next you find yourself standing beside Conner and behind Match, “Whoa”


“Calm down, honey. I’m gonna check on Conner, make sure he’s alright. Match, sweetheart, can you tell me what happened?”

“You left us! We woke up to strangers around our bed, and you weren’t here! You were gone! Conner got hurt! They wouldn’t tell us where you were, or what had happened!!”

“Look at me, Match. Look at me, that’s it, look at me” Match locks eyes with you, slowing his breathing to match yours, and lowering the steel beam he had been holding, “I’m here now, I’m sorry I left without telling you, I went to see Mr. Luthor. I didn’t think you’d wake up until I got back, sweetheart”

Conner makes a soft sound, still holding his broken arm, “We – we asked for you, but no one would tell us where you were. I just – you said that you’d be there, but you weren’t, we panicked, ‘m sorry”

Running your fingers through his hair, you gently check over his arm, “I’m sorry, Conner. Match, help me get your brother back to Medical, I can fix his arm there”

Match snarls at Superman one more time before turning and picking Conner up, “I can walk! It’s just my arm!”

“Hush, brother, you’re hurt and I won’t let one of them hurt you anymore. I promised to protect you, and I intend to do that”

“You boys go ahead, I’ll meet you there. I have a few things I want to discuss with Superman and Batman”

Once you’re sure that the boys are out of ear shot you round on the two heroes.

“How could you hurt them?!? They’re children, and they were afraid! You hurt them!!” Jabbing a finger at your husband, “You especially should know! We have FOUR BOYS AT HOME!!!! YOU SHOULD KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THEM!!!!” You rake tense fingers through your hair, “I’m so god damn mad at you, Bruce. Right now though, I’m going to go and help those two boys, who are probably traumatized right now, the one place they think is safe and they are attacked, just because they’re scared!”

Before Clark or Bruce could say anything, you turn, storming off to Medical. Fucking men being fucking idiots, hurting fucking kids!!!

You quickly treat Conner’s arm, wrapping it in ace bandages to keep it straight while his advanced healing takes care of the rest. Match refuses to leave his brother side and watches your every move.

“You said that you left to talk to Lex Luthor?”

“Yeah, he’d – he’d like to meet you two, said that he never really got the chance to interact with any of the clones that were made, and that he was running an investigation on that Cadmus lab”

“He wants to meet us? Does he intend to take us from you?”

“No, Match. He doesn’t want to take you two from me, he wants to meet you, to be a part of your lives, but he agreed that it would be your choice to make. The two of you will choose when you meet Lex, and I’ll be there when it happens.”

Match nods, quietly curling up beside a sleeping Conner. “Promise you won’t leave this time?”

“I promise”

Two days later you decide to take the boys out of the Watchtower and down to the Manor.

“Y/N, it isn’t safe. Just the other day they were destroying the Watchtower in a temper tantrum, and now you want to take them to Earth!”

You take a deep breath, attempting to remain calm by sheer force of will, “Clark, if you tell me one more time how to raise my children …”

“But they aren’t your children, Y/N! They are clones! Of me! They don’t know how to control their powers, how to keep their temper!”

“Really? Because I’ve spent almost three days with them and they’ve been nothing but calm and helpful. Two days ago they were terrified. The only person they knew was safe, which is me by the way, wasn’t there, and you all wouldn’t tell them where I was. And no, I don’t know how to help them with their powers, you’re the only one that can do that, but do I see you in there helping them? NO!!”

“I – I …”

“You what? You’re gonna try and tell me how to take care of two troubled teens that have no idea what a safe place is? That have only known pain and loneliness? Clark, you might be the only one who can help them control their powers, but it looks like I’m the only one willing to help them in every other way. So, I suggest you get out of my way. My new sons need to meet their brothers, and no one, not even you, Kent, can keep me from any of my children.”

How do you think the boys will react to their new brothers?

netflixandspace  asked:

So how about a little OOC Deaf!Laura who normally has this super confidence when it come to talking to hot girls, but first day of her second year psychology class she sees Carmilla. Majorly attractive, but is very broody (obviously) but when Laura goes to talk to her one day but for some reason can't. So she starts passing notes to Carm in class one day, but neglects to tell her she's deaf. Poorly explained, but I'm hopping you get my general idea :)

There is one major advantage, and one only, to being deaf: immunity. 

If you get rejected, you can blame it on the deafness. That’s easy. It also means you’ve got nothing to lose since you go into every conversation with as girl as the underdog. It has worked…surprisingly well in your favor. You go on a lot of first dates. 

This psychology class you’re taking is boring. The professor doesn’t even lecture so you can zone out and get the notes later. First day of class, he walks in and tells you all to take out your books. 

You lean your chin on your hand. You need the credits, and this class was the only one that fit in your schedule. You’ll read the chapter later. 

Everyone around you is working. All except one girl. She’s sitting one seat in front and to your right, looking out the window. She’s also the hottest girl you’ve ever seen. 

Okay, how you going to do this? Note. Pass a note. You brought index cards and you scribble a message onto one. 

So, do you find this material as boring as I do? 

You tap her on the shoulder. Mystery girl turns to look at you suspiciously. She looks at your note, then grabs it from you. 

She writes something and hands it back. 

I find the textbook really lacking as far as how deeply it goes into the concepts. I’m half convinced that these are supposed to be for high school. 

You look at her and nod in agreement–even though you totally don’t care. She says something to you that you can’t lip read. You shrug and look back at the textbook until you feel something hit your head and fall on the desk. A balled up piece of paper that you unfold. 

Ooh, playing hard to get, are we? And here I was thinking a pretty girl passing me a note would be interesting. 

You grin, passing her another card. 

That depends, is this just an ego boost or are you interested in seeing this pretty girl outside of class? 

Okay, you’re kind of proud of yourself for that one. 

Coffee at the on-campus Starbucks after class doesn’t sound bad. 

You write yes in huge letters. You need a separate index card for the S. 

Her eyes sort of crinkle and she covers her mouth like she’s trying not to laugh. 


And she’s a philosophy major, Betty, and she rides a motorcycle. Not to mention she is gorgeous.” You say, slipping off your shirt and changing into your pajamas. You turn to face Betty. 

“Laura, you’ve gone on, like, ten dates with girls and never talked to them again,” Betty says as you read her lips, “So, sorry if I don’t act all excited.” 

“This one is different, Betty. She is amazing. We had a whole discussion on feminism, and then she punched a Zeta who catcalled her when we started walking away.”

Betty rolls her eyes. 

“…Would it help that we’re going out again?” 

“Oooh, a second date.” Betty flips off the lights, turns on a lamp, sits on the bed and says something else. 

“It’s hard to read your lips when the light is this dim, Betts, can you sign for me?” 

For all of Betty’s irresponsibility, she actually went to the effort of learning to sign for you. Even if she isn’t great at it yet. 


Carmilla. Isn’t that a great name? It’s so exotic!” 

Where you going? 

For a date? We’re going to watch a band.” 

Betty frowns. 

Weird plan for deaf date. 

Your eyes widen. “Er…yeah…I kind of didn’t…mention…that.” 

She stares at you for a moment, her jaw going slack, before Betty falls on her back on the bed in hysterical laughter. 

“Hey, stop laughing! It just never came up, okay? We were facing each other when we were talking in the coffee shop, and once we started talking there wasn’t a place where it fit naturally in conversation, and just…she is really cool, okay? I’ve never been on a date with a girl who didn’t know I was deaf. It was refreshingly non-awkward. Even you were uncomfortable for a few weeks–” 

But you don’t stop talking, Betty signs once she calms down. You have to tell her. 

Maybe not?” 

Betty glares at you. 

“…Okay. Maybe I do. But can it wait? Like, a couple of weeks? Or once we’re married and she can’t back out? I bet I can keep it up for that long–” 

Betty doesn’t know how to sign it, so she mimes ripping off a bandaid. 

“Fine, you’re right. I’ll get it over with.” 


The band is something called ‘The Scream Queens’, which sounds like the type of band you’d rather be deaf than hear, anyway. 

A crowd of students is already milling around in the lounge. You spot Carmilla, and she waves, mouthing your name. 

“Hey, Carmilla,” you say, grinning a waving a hand. Carmilla smiles and gives you a quick hug, and you breathe in the smell of her leather jacket. 

She pulls back. “Hey, Laura. Ready?” 

“Absolutely. Bring on the music.” 

“Cool. There’s still a seat on that couch over there.” 

You look at her as you both walk. “Is it me, or does their name make them sound really unnappealing?” Carmilla continues. “But I’ve heard a lot of good things about them. Apparently they have great lyrics or something.” 

The irony of saying this to you is, of course, lost on her. You both sit and Carmilla tilts her head to the side. 

“…You know what really struck me when we met after class yesterday?” 

“No. What?” 

“You love making eye contact.” 

You can feel yourself start sweating. “Oh. Is that weird?” 

“Don’t get me wrong, I love that about you. So many people have such tiny attention spans in our generation, don’t you think? You always look so interested. I find it refreshing.” 

She is making it so hard to say anything now. “Carmilla–” 

“Oh, hey, the band is starting.” 

Carmilla lays an arm on the back of the seat, which happens to be over your shoulders. She looks at you and flashes a smile before looking back at the stage. 

Maybe you can wait a little longer–


The lead singer is screaming something into the microphone as the drummer pounded on the symbols and the guitarist was on his knees with his fingers flying across the strings. The lights dim until the room is in pitch black except for the band being lighted from underneath. 

Oh no. Now you can’t read Carmilla’s lips. 

Better to come clean than have her find out. 

“Carmilla, there is something I need to tell you.” You say. 

Carmilla doesn’t even look at you. 

Okay, is the music really that loud? “Carmilla!” You say, louder this time. 

She still doesn’t hear you. She has her hand up in the devil’s horn sign and she looks really into the song. 

“CARMILLA.” You lean in and get in her face. “Listen, Carmilla–” 

She has a very different idea of what you were trying to do.

 Carmilla (who had before this only seemed mildly interested in you) grins and pulls you in for a very non-PG kiss. Maybe it’s all the adrenaline from the heavy metal music the band is playing. 

In your defense, she is really hot. And you were going to tell her, you really were. You don’t even realize until the lights come back on that you’ve been making out with Carmilla for 90% of the concert. 

“…Well, that was fun,” Carmilla says, running a hand through her hair and giving you a lopsided grin. 

“Wow. Wow. Like, super wow.” 

Carmilla laughs. “Glad you enjoyed the…show.” 

“Yeah. The show. I really enjoyed the show.” 

Carmilla gets up and takes your hand. “The night doesn’t need to end here, you know.” 

You take her hand and follow her out. “Where are we going?” 

Carmilla looks back at you and grins. “You’ll see, Cupcake.” 

You need to tell her. She is fantastic and punk and covered in leather and a great kisser and she deserves someone who can appreciate what you imagine is an incredibly sexy voice to match her looks. You yank her hand away. 

“Carmilla, I’m deaf!” You exclaim. 

Carmilla face contorts in confusion. “Wait, what?” 

I’m deaf! As in, I can’t hear. At all. But I’ve learned how to live with it and a lot of people can’t tell right away…like you, for instance. I’m so sorry, but I had such a great time yesterday and tonight, still wow, and it didn’t come up and I actually really like you and I was afraid if I told you it would turn you off–” 

“Whoa, whoa. First of all, how are we talking then?” 

“I can read lips really well.” 

“So the eye contact was just you trying to keep up the masquerade.” 

“I swear, yesterday I didn’t even think about it until the very end! So I’ve only been actively deceiving you the majority of the past two days, not for all of it. Look…you’re really pretty, okay?” 

Carmilla frowns at you for a moment, then shakes her head. “Well, this is an interesting thing to learn about my date.” 

“Like I said, I’m sorry. I totally understand if you want to walk away. I can find my way home from here.” 

Carmilla turns away from you. She crosses her arms. Her shoulders raise and lower like she’s sighing. 

Then she turns back around and takes your hand again. 


She looks you in the eyes. “I am pissed, not going to lie. But if I can go on two dates with you without even realizing you’re deaf, it shouldn’t be a reason not to date you.” 

“…Lying, though?” 

That,” Carmilla answers, “Means that I won’t be taking you back to my place like I originally planned. But I do know this nice hill for stargazing. We can talk.” 

You won’t be able to read her lips once it gets dark, but you’ll figure that out later. Besides, looking at Carmilla under the stars will be enough. 


A classic.