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Aug. 27th, 2015 07:24 pm[continued from here]
While there were a few different airports closer to Smallville, they'd discovered that morning that the closest airport large enough for Bruce's jet was in Wichita. Martha had assured them that the truck was more than prepared to make the trip, thank you very much, and that she'd be there when they touched down with bells on.
The flight was relatively uneventful other than a heated discussion about... something? Possibly journalistic ethics? That had ended in hair ruffling, something that would be called a tickle fight if either of the combatants were below the age of ten, and a bit of mildly ridiculous making out that had ended when they'd realized that they both had to straighten up to look presentable for Martha (as well as any possible paparazzi) when they stepped out.
The only truly exciting thing that had happened during the flight was that Clark had heard Livewire causing a remarkably awful mess in the middle of Metropolis, but Diana had called before Clark had even touched his tie to inform him that the situation was being handled and that he should continue his 'leave' undisturbed on pain of Amazon displeasure.
The flight wasn't long, though, and soon enough they were making their way down the stairs and onto the tarmac, Clark moving as quick as was humanly possible to snatch their luggage up before one of the staff tried to help with it. He could carry his own bag, after all, and Bruce's too since his persona would hardly let him lug about his own things.
"I think she said she'd be circling around if we were late," Clark informed him, "but since we're on time, we can probably just head out to the arrivals gates."
Because he knew exactly where she was and the timing would work out perfectly as long as they didn't dally too much.
While there were a few different airports closer to Smallville, they'd discovered that morning that the closest airport large enough for Bruce's jet was in Wichita. Martha had assured them that the truck was more than prepared to make the trip, thank you very much, and that she'd be there when they touched down with bells on.
The flight was relatively uneventful other than a heated discussion about... something? Possibly journalistic ethics? That had ended in hair ruffling, something that would be called a tickle fight if either of the combatants were below the age of ten, and a bit of mildly ridiculous making out that had ended when they'd realized that they both had to straighten up to look presentable for Martha (as well as any possible paparazzi) when they stepped out.
The only truly exciting thing that had happened during the flight was that Clark had heard Livewire causing a remarkably awful mess in the middle of Metropolis, but Diana had called before Clark had even touched his tie to inform him that the situation was being handled and that he should continue his 'leave' undisturbed on pain of Amazon displeasure.
The flight wasn't long, though, and soon enough they were making their way down the stairs and onto the tarmac, Clark moving as quick as was humanly possible to snatch their luggage up before one of the staff tried to help with it. He could carry his own bag, after all, and Bruce's too since his persona would hardly let him lug about his own things.
"I think she said she'd be circling around if we were late," Clark informed him, "but since we're on time, we can probably just head out to the arrivals gates."
Because he knew exactly where she was and the timing would work out perfectly as long as they didn't dally too much.
