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knightbynight: Home Home on the Farm
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.
[from here]
Dear Peter,
Hey! I hope this gets to you okay. Ma said that she checked and doublechecked the address with your Aunt so you should get it. Also, there should be slides in the package too. I wrapped them really carefully so hopefully the glass is okay. All of them are labeled.
How are you doing? I kind of miss talking to you even though it was just that one day. I kept the toy that we bought together and put it on my desk to remind me to write you. Guess it worked!
I didn't get in too much trouble when I got home. My Pa was in some trouble with my Ma because of what he said that got me running but I just had to stay inside a few days and help my Ma with her knitting, which isn't so bad. Then we put together the slides for you.
I hope you're doing okay and you like the slides. Mail me back even if you haven't had time to take any pictures. I want to hear from you!
Clark
PS Tell your Aunt May and Uncle Ben hi and tell them thank you for helping me get home!
Dear Peter,
Hey! I hope this gets to you okay. Ma said that she checked and doublechecked the address with your Aunt so you should get it. Also, there should be slides in the package too. I wrapped them really carefully so hopefully the glass is okay. All of them are labeled.
How are you doing? I kind of miss talking to you even though it was just that one day. I kept the toy that we bought together and put it on my desk to remind me to write you. Guess it worked!
I didn't get in too much trouble when I got home. My Pa was in some trouble with my Ma because of what he said that got me running but I just had to stay inside a few days and help my Ma with her knitting, which isn't so bad. Then we put together the slides for you.
I hope you're doing okay and you like the slides. Mail me back even if you haven't had time to take any pictures. I want to hear from you!
Clark
PS Tell your Aunt May and Uncle Ben hi and tell them thank you for helping me get home!
for cheeseburgermarvel : Dinner
Jul. 28th, 2015 10:08 pm[from here]
To say that Clark was a little nervous was an understatement.
After all, he liked Carol, had liked Carol pretty much since the moment he'd met her. And then the topic of further, well, liking had come up and he'd been unable to quite keep his mouth shut. He couldn't really be upset since the whole thing had resulted in tonight, which of course he hoped went well.
Hoped.
He'd made sure to wear the best of the suits he still fit in, the nice pair of shoes he'd found at one of the city Goodwills, and he'd made a reservation at a nice place with good reviews and a comfortable atmosphere for them to eat at roughly 7:15. It wasn't too far from the Tower, a short flight really, or a decent taxi ride if she wasn't up to flying.
And, of course, he'd brought the two most important things for the date: he'd brought her flowers, a rather nice little arrangement he'd found at a deli not far from there, and a small catnip toy for Chewie.
So at 7:00 sharp, he knocked on the balcony door.
To say that Clark was a little nervous was an understatement.
After all, he liked Carol, had liked Carol pretty much since the moment he'd met her. And then the topic of further, well, liking had come up and he'd been unable to quite keep his mouth shut. He couldn't really be upset since the whole thing had resulted in tonight, which of course he hoped went well.
Hoped.
He'd made sure to wear the best of the suits he still fit in, the nice pair of shoes he'd found at one of the city Goodwills, and he'd made a reservation at a nice place with good reviews and a comfortable atmosphere for them to eat at roughly 7:15. It wasn't too far from the Tower, a short flight really, or a decent taxi ride if she wasn't up to flying.
And, of course, he'd brought the two most important things for the date: he'd brought her flowers, a rather nice little arrangement he'd found at a deli not far from there, and a small catnip toy for Chewie.
So at 7:00 sharp, he knocked on the balcony door.
for lightningmadeabs: Social Superheroes
Jul. 21st, 2015 08:16 am[continued from here]
Clark hadn't done much for Barry's visit, mostly because there wasn't much to do. Clark kept his apartment pretty clean, and Barry didn't exactly need help with transportation. So the focus of Clark's preparations had boiled down to cooking and baking. That was why there were four pies and he was alternating between two pots to finish up the pumpkin 'curry' he'd decided on as the ricemaker steamed merrily beside him.
Clark hadn't done much for Barry's visit, mostly because there wasn't much to do. Clark kept his apartment pretty clean, and Barry didn't exactly need help with transportation. So the focus of Clark's preparations had boiled down to cooking and baking. That was why there were four pies and he was alternating between two pots to finish up the pumpkin 'curry' he'd decided on as the ricemaker steamed merrily beside him.
for justlikeacircus: Returning to Land
Jul. 15th, 2015 08:25 amDespite Bruce's comments to the contrary, Clark was finding it just a little difficult to return to life after, of all things, a four day cruise with Bruce Wayne. Of course, quite a few things had happened on that boat, and some off of it.( Read more... )
[as continued from here]
Lois had taken the news about Clark's work 'cruise' about as well as one would expect. Between being slightly irritated that he'd gotten an exclusive and the fact that he'd be missing for a few days, it made for an extremely unhappy intrepid reporter. Perry, in contrast, had been thrilled since it represented an opportunity for the Planet to get a scoop on Gotham's top paper. Cat Grant hadn't been pleased that she'd been preempted, but she'd been mollified somewhat by his promises to get a couple of shots of Gotham's prince in his bathing suit.
...she'd added 'or less' but Clark had been very firm that he wouldn't be providing that under any circumstances.
That was why he was on the appropriate dock that Friday, his suitcase tucked up against his arm and his hat perched carefully on top of his head. Thankfully, it wasn't too windy that day so he didn't have to hold it on.
Lois had taken the news about Clark's work 'cruise' about as well as one would expect. Between being slightly irritated that he'd gotten an exclusive and the fact that he'd be missing for a few days, it made for an extremely unhappy intrepid reporter. Perry, in contrast, had been thrilled since it represented an opportunity for the Planet to get a scoop on Gotham's top paper. Cat Grant hadn't been pleased that she'd been preempted, but she'd been mollified somewhat by his promises to get a couple of shots of Gotham's prince in his bathing suit.
...she'd added 'or less' but Clark had been very firm that he wouldn't be providing that under any circumstances.
That was why he was on the appropriate dock that Friday, his suitcase tucked up against his arm and his hat perched carefully on top of his head. Thankfully, it wasn't too windy that day so he didn't have to hold it on.
Clark and Karen | Continuation Thread
Jun. 1st, 2015 10:49 pmThe problem with organized crime was that when a leader fell, all it did was create a power vacuum. Criminals were people as much as anyone else, and amongst them were people who wanted to climb to the top and others that desperately wanted someone to tell them what to do and how to succeed.
With the damage done by the Battle of New York and the 'war' that had been waged between the Devil of Hell's Kitchen and the now-unmasked Wilton Fisk, the field had been left ripe for the picking in more than one way and the cream of the crop of the organized crime syndicates had noticed.
Bruno Mannheim didn't even try to play the philanthropist. No, he was there for one reason and one reason only: easy pickings. And that was why it was getting increasingly dangerous out there for the uniformed crime fighters... and their non-uniformed vigilante assistants. Criminals with guns that reminded them more of the kind of weapons the Chitauri had brought with them. Criminals with allies in other towns, alibis in other places. Nasty on all levels.
Which was why Clark came home that night and headed for his laptop instead of his favorite book. It seemed this journalist was going to have some work cut out for him after all here in New York.
With the damage done by the Battle of New York and the 'war' that had been waged between the Devil of Hell's Kitchen and the now-unmasked Wilton Fisk, the field had been left ripe for the picking in more than one way and the cream of the crop of the organized crime syndicates had noticed.
Bruno Mannheim didn't even try to play the philanthropist. No, he was there for one reason and one reason only: easy pickings. And that was why it was getting increasingly dangerous out there for the uniformed crime fighters... and their non-uniformed vigilante assistants. Criminals with guns that reminded them more of the kind of weapons the Chitauri had brought with them. Criminals with allies in other towns, alibis in other places. Nasty on all levels.
Which was why Clark came home that night and headed for his laptop instead of his favorite book. It seemed this journalist was going to have some work cut out for him after all here in New York.
