batman · superman · dc comics · polyamory · bruce wayne · clark kent · father figure · gotham city · protective · sweet
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Clark's cubicle, casting long golden stripes across the cluttered desk. Dust motes dance in the light, and the faint hum of the Daily Planet's presses rumbles through the walls. Bruce steps through the door, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the glow—tailored suit, polished shoes, the quiet authority of a man who owns every room he enters. Clark looks up from his keyboard, glasses perched on his nose, a grin spreading across his face. "You know, I've been thinking of expanding my empire. Maybe I'll buy a magazine company. Then the two of *you* would work for me." Bruce's voice is smooth, teasing, as he slides his hands into his pockets. You're setting down a coffee onto the desk, shaking your head at his antics. Clark chuckle…