More Reverse Batfam Trash

Almost a Member of the Family

-I thought of an alternative to "Soon-to-be-stepfamily", and thought I'd write it out :)-

-EDIT: Deleted and changed the end cause I didn't like it.-

"Bruce, is everything okay?" Clark asked.

"Fine." It wasn't Batman level, but it was a standard you-don't-know-why-I'm-mad-at-you answer you might come to expect from Bruce Wayne.

"...Are you sure?" Clark knew things weren't fine, but Bruce was going to keep giving him the cold shoulder until he finally guessed what he'd done. It was definitely something he did. 

Whenever Clark messed up, Bruce just waited until he figured it out and came crawling for forgiveness. I guess being a billionaire your whole life will lead to Diva behaviour, even without the emotional repression.

"Everything's fine." Bruce said coldly. The two of them were supposed to be having a night out without Bruce's boys, but the bat had been bitter all night.

"Will you please tell me what I did?" Clark begged. "Is it because I almost called you Bruce while we were working?" He tried to gauge Bruce's reaction, but the bat was still stone-faced and unimpressed. 
"Did I say something earlier? Give me a hint?" He pleaded. "Oh god, did I mix up the boys' names?"

"You're getting warmer."

"It does have to do with the boys? Maybe? Maybe not?" Bruce wasn't doing ANYTHING for him. He just sat there glaring at him, swishing his glass of wine judgementally. Bruce gave one hint, and that was more than enough for him. 
"Bruce, I have a lot of powers, but mind-reading isn't one of them. Please?"

Everyone always says that communication is how relationships work, how had they been dating almost two years?

"You've been mishandling something terribly." Bruce said bitterly. "I'm really not happy with you Clark."

"I'm sorry." The farmboy said, still not sure why he was in the doghouse. "I'm really sorry, Bruce. What did I do?"

Wrong thing to say. Bruce swigging his drink. He noticed their waiter approaching. "Excuse me, can we get the cheque please."

Clark's heart almost burst through his chest. As soon as it was just them, he practically fell to his knees. "Bruce, please! I can't fix this, I need you to tell me what I did so I can stop being an idiot."

Bruce gave him a long bitter look before speaking.

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"Good boy." Conner wrestled the large, half-destroyed Red ball from the dog. He chucked it across the training room, and watched, amused, as the huge beast sprinted after it.
"Can I tell you what happened at school today?" The creature ruffed while holding the rubber ball in his mouth. Conner smiled. "Today was a day one, so we had socials explorations, pre calc..."

"Superboy?"

Conner froze. Wolf tackled him, wanting to keep playing. The super tried to sit up again, he'd thought he was alone in the mountain and had not heard Batman coming.

Conner was a little embarrassed to be caught talking to Wolf.  "What?" He accused.

Batman glared down at him. "I'm adopting you."

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The process of adopting Conner had been surprisingly easy. He wasn't a legal citizen, so all he had to do was list himself as 'father' on Conner's parent contacts at school and ask Alfred shyly if he could bring another dog into the house.