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Fic: As Long as We Both Shall Live (Epilogue)
Title: As Long as We Both Shall Live
Characters/Pairings: Kal/Bruce, extended family
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just an ordinary day in the lives of Kal-El and Bruce-El, sixteen years later. An epilogue to the From This Day Forward series.
Word count: 770
Sixteen years in the future
"Will you be going on patrol tonight, Cir?"
"Honestly, Father! I told you before I'm on Rift Duty tonight." The young woman with the tousled black hair rolled her eyes in the universal language of teenagers exasperated with their parents.
Bruce made a small huffing noise, as was expected of him. "They put you on Rift Duty too often."
"Zatanna says I'm one of the most talented young magicians on the team." Cir's pride was self-evident.
"You tell Zatanna not to let you get a swelled head," Bruce warned, and his daughter stuck her tongue out at him.
"I'll be back on patrol next week, I promise." She paused to drop a brief kiss on Bruce's head and grab one of Alfred's cookies before heading out the door, almost bowling over Kal on the way out. "Sorry, Ukr!" she called back as she ran out the door.
"Where does she get all that energy from?" Kal said wonderingly. "She'll be on Rift Duty all week and I bet she'll still outpace us as Moon Talon."
Bruce tried not to look too proud; it would be unseemly. "She said Zatanna was pleased with her."
"Of course she is," Kal said a bit smugly.
The vis-screen flickered to life: "Incoming call from Terra," the computer voice intoned.
Kal hurried to the screen as it resolved into the figure of a young man with close-cropped black hair and a face perhaps more pugnacious than strictly handsome. "Ukr!" Kon said as he spotted Kal. "Thought you'd like to know we put Luthor away again. He's done some cool modifications to his power suit. Is Dad there?"
Bruce stood to let his son see him. "Did you get any details?"
Kon looked slightly abashed. "Aw, Dad, you know I don't notice stuff like that in the middle of a battle." He brightened. "But Tim made some sketches of the new design, I'll have him send them along when he's done."
"Did you get hurt?" Kal asked.
"Nah, are you kidding me? I grabbed him by the ankles and we did a few loop-de-loops. And then--well, I admit he kind of got a couple of good shots in, but Dick used one of those bolo-things he's got and that hobbled him pretty good. And then Barbara finally hacked into his armor systems and that was it, game over. He sends his regards as always," Kon said, laughing.
"I bet he does," chuckled Kal.
Bruce watched as they continued to swap stories of recent battles, wondering not for the first time how it worked out that their son, so much like his Kryptonian parent, loved Earth so dearly, while their quiet, intense, driven daughter was Kryptonian to her core. Genetics were strange.
Kon signed off with a promise to Bruce to send Tim's sketches along and a promise to Kal to come back for Lara's birthday next week. Kal promised in return that Superman and Batman would be on patrol on Earth after the birthday party. He sighed as he stepped away from the vis-screen, and Bruce managed to keep from rolling his eyes. Here it comes again.
"I just don't like to think of Kon running around with that gang of his," Kal said.
"They're hardly a 'gang,'" Bruce said patiently.
"They seem so young. Even that faux-Nightwing is barely out of college."
"There's nothing 'faux' about Dick," Bruce said, taking Kal's hand and leading him to the couch. "He chose his name in honor of us, and he lives up to it every day. I couldn't ask for a better namesake." He pulled Kal down onto the couch with him, lying down and tangling their legs together. "You worry too much."
"I worry too much? You're the one who had to be stopped from planting bugs in all of Kon's clothing."
"That was years ago," Bruce said airily. "I'm totally over that now."
"Or you still haven't figured out how to keep him or Barbara from detecting them."
"Well...that too."
Kal laughed and kissed Bruce's neck. "They're good kids. We're lucky." His kisses trailed a bit lower, and then his hands joined in. Bruce wrapped his legs around Kal and pulled him closer, and for a while there was nothing but small sounds of pleasure in the darkening room.
Then a light suddenly streamed in through the skylight, and both of them sat up hurriedly. A beam of light split the sky, filling it with a bright symbol: a circle like a yin-yang sign, with a blue curved wing on one side and a crimson flame on the other.
"Shall we?" said Bruce.
Kal's smile was fierce. "Of course."
Together they ran from the room.
Characters/Pairings: Kal/Bruce, extended family
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just an ordinary day in the lives of Kal-El and Bruce-El, sixteen years later. An epilogue to the From This Day Forward series.
Word count: 770
Sixteen years in the future
"Will you be going on patrol tonight, Cir?"
"Honestly, Father! I told you before I'm on Rift Duty tonight." The young woman with the tousled black hair rolled her eyes in the universal language of teenagers exasperated with their parents.
Bruce made a small huffing noise, as was expected of him. "They put you on Rift Duty too often."
"Zatanna says I'm one of the most talented young magicians on the team." Cir's pride was self-evident.
"You tell Zatanna not to let you get a swelled head," Bruce warned, and his daughter stuck her tongue out at him.
"I'll be back on patrol next week, I promise." She paused to drop a brief kiss on Bruce's head and grab one of Alfred's cookies before heading out the door, almost bowling over Kal on the way out. "Sorry, Ukr!" she called back as she ran out the door.
"Where does she get all that energy from?" Kal said wonderingly. "She'll be on Rift Duty all week and I bet she'll still outpace us as Moon Talon."
Bruce tried not to look too proud; it would be unseemly. "She said Zatanna was pleased with her."
"Of course she is," Kal said a bit smugly.
The vis-screen flickered to life: "Incoming call from Terra," the computer voice intoned.
Kal hurried to the screen as it resolved into the figure of a young man with close-cropped black hair and a face perhaps more pugnacious than strictly handsome. "Ukr!" Kon said as he spotted Kal. "Thought you'd like to know we put Luthor away again. He's done some cool modifications to his power suit. Is Dad there?"
Bruce stood to let his son see him. "Did you get any details?"
Kon looked slightly abashed. "Aw, Dad, you know I don't notice stuff like that in the middle of a battle." He brightened. "But Tim made some sketches of the new design, I'll have him send them along when he's done."
"Did you get hurt?" Kal asked.
"Nah, are you kidding me? I grabbed him by the ankles and we did a few loop-de-loops. And then--well, I admit he kind of got a couple of good shots in, but Dick used one of those bolo-things he's got and that hobbled him pretty good. And then Barbara finally hacked into his armor systems and that was it, game over. He sends his regards as always," Kon said, laughing.
"I bet he does," chuckled Kal.
Bruce watched as they continued to swap stories of recent battles, wondering not for the first time how it worked out that their son, so much like his Kryptonian parent, loved Earth so dearly, while their quiet, intense, driven daughter was Kryptonian to her core. Genetics were strange.
Kon signed off with a promise to Bruce to send Tim's sketches along and a promise to Kal to come back for Lara's birthday next week. Kal promised in return that Superman and Batman would be on patrol on Earth after the birthday party. He sighed as he stepped away from the vis-screen, and Bruce managed to keep from rolling his eyes. Here it comes again.
"I just don't like to think of Kon running around with that gang of his," Kal said.
"They're hardly a 'gang,'" Bruce said patiently.
"They seem so young. Even that faux-Nightwing is barely out of college."
"There's nothing 'faux' about Dick," Bruce said, taking Kal's hand and leading him to the couch. "He chose his name in honor of us, and he lives up to it every day. I couldn't ask for a better namesake." He pulled Kal down onto the couch with him, lying down and tangling their legs together. "You worry too much."
"I worry too much? You're the one who had to be stopped from planting bugs in all of Kon's clothing."
"That was years ago," Bruce said airily. "I'm totally over that now."
"Or you still haven't figured out how to keep him or Barbara from detecting them."
"Well...that too."
Kal laughed and kissed Bruce's neck. "They're good kids. We're lucky." His kisses trailed a bit lower, and then his hands joined in. Bruce wrapped his legs around Kal and pulled him closer, and for a while there was nothing but small sounds of pleasure in the darkening room.
Then a light suddenly streamed in through the skylight, and both of them sat up hurriedly. A beam of light split the sky, filling it with a bright symbol: a circle like a yin-yang sign, with a blue curved wing on one side and a crimson flame on the other.
"Shall we?" said Bruce.
Kal's smile was fierce. "Of course."
Together they ran from the room.