“Mommy, meet your son,” he said, showing his wife the puckered face of the newborn as he passed their baby to her. Their son had their dark hair.
Awwwwwwwwwwww…
“Aww, isn’t this heartwarming?” said a familiar voice from the doorway. A man dressed in surgical scrubs and mask entered the room. He lowered his mask and pointed some sort of aerosol spray can towards them.
Oh, look at that!
As he told her before, he could only help the rest of the world when he knew she was safe. That still held true.
So long as he’s honest to himself the rest of the time…
“I’m fine now. You can go.” She pushed away from him and went to lie back down.
“Either you stay permanently, or you can just leave.”
“Trask kidnapped our newborn son,” she whispered.
Clark froze, stiff as a board. “We have a son?” He swallowed. She had had twins?
Ummm…
The son is twenty, twenty-one now. A junior at Met U., English lit. major. He’s into theater and renaissance fairs. It doesn’t exactly scream vendetta psycho to me.”
“And I insist you call me Bruce.”
“Well, Mr. Wayne, you want to tell me the truth now?
“Your husband is a jealous man.”
“Yes, he is.”
“I needed to prove to him I was a different kind of billionaire philanthropist than he was used to dealing with. Guarantee him that his wife wouldn’t be charmed by my handsome face and all my money. That he had nothing to fear from me on that front.”
So, he tried to obviously turn her off of him? Like that never backfires.
“Aww. Were you planning on abducting me?” Lois yawned. “It’s been so long since I’ve been kidnapped, I’m beginning to feel that the bad guys don’t care anymore.”
Michael
