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Chapter 15: You're Cordially Invited to Wayne's Engagement Party

There are many things that Bartholomew "Barry" West cannot understand.

Like why do humans sway their arms when they walk, why does his favourite ice cream vendor only sells his delicious treat on really random days, how can Alfred know everything more than the Batman does, why does nobody can beat Alfred's cooking, and who the heck is that blonde godlike and sunshiny dude who appeared out of thin air.

Barry grumbles, pressing his ear against the mahogany doors of the Wayne's living room and desperately trying to eavesdrop on the conversation happening inside.

He could hear nothing.

Add to the list above: how the bloody hell does Alfred and Bruce knows what's happening in their house with this awfully thick walls and doors: every single thing.

Barry gave up on his futile attempts and marched to Treasure Island: the Kitchen, in the quest of finding Alfred and golden food.

"Alfred! There's this über sunshiny annoying blonde in the living room with Bruce! And he's claiming to be Dick's father! The nerve!"

Alfred merely raised an eyebrow at his outburst, looked outside the window where it displays the wonderful beams of sunshine and the green, green grass on the grounds where no trace of the storm earlier could be found and simply said, "Ah."

"That's all you have to say?! Do you know who that guy is?"

"I have an idea."

Barry paused. Alfred knows him?! Then... "Do you believe that he's Dick's father?"

Alfred didn't answer and turned away from him. Barry gaped. "...Alfred!"

"Alfred."

Barry swivelled around his chair so fast he got whiplashed. "Ouch!"

"Are you okay?" A warm voice drifts closer to Barry and a hand clasped his pained neck. It was only a second but the pain was instantly gone, as well as the hand.

Barry looked up and met bright, startling blue eyes.

It's the super bright dude!

Said dude winked at him and smiled widely, showing off his sparkling white perfect teeth it nearly blinded the red head.

"Be careful next time okay?"

Barry shuddered.

Bruce scowled reproachfully at the man and pulled him close to his side before whispering something to the man's ear.

The man merely smiled at Bruce and raised his arms placatingly. Bruce only scowls more before turning away from him.

Barry watched the events unfold before him with alarming interest. Was Bruce... Jealous?!

When Bruce sensed potential disaster was happening near him, he turned around quickly and there it is...

He pulled said potential danger towards him and whispered harshly, "Lay off, that man is married already."

The man only smiled at him and raises his arms in surrender.

Bruce has half the mind to roll his eyes at him, but he settled to be the mature one of the two and just turned away.

Gods, what have you brought me...

"Alfred! Is that Greek Yogurt!?"

Alfred nods. "Yes, Master..."

It was only a split second blunder on Alfred's side, and by the minuscule widening of his eyes he knew it too, luckily Bruce understood immediately.

"Lester! Let Alfred finish his cooking in peace. If you're hungry there are snacks in the fridge."

"Indeed, Master... Lester. If you want some Greek yogurt there are some in the fridge." Alfred said immediately after his Master.

Lester made a disgusted face, his mouth opening horribly wide to say something horrible, his handsome face contorting unhandsomely, but Bruce sent him a glare and he shuts his mouth immediately.

He pouted his pink, plump lips and hunched his back a little; his deep startling blue eyes watered a little- a perfect image of a sulking handsome man.

"Fine," he said petulantly. "I'll get the yogurt."

With that said he trudged to the fridge slowly.

Bruce wasn't impressed. He looked downright annoyed at the man. Barry, on the other hand, was still recovering from his earlier epiphany.

Bruce heaved out a sigh and immediately regretted it. A really sharp pain went through his heart, like something sharp pierced right into it and twisted it for extra measure. It was only his carefully controlled movements that he didn't bent over from the sudden pain, the twitch in his right eye the only indication that he felt it. Alfred glanced at him briefly, not saying anything.

"It's getting much worst, isn't it?" Lester asks nonchalantly while spooning the promised Greek Yogurt.

Bruce only looked at him impassively.

"Then we must make haste then!" Lester said happily, placing the now empty cup of yogurt beside the sink. "Alfred! I need you to prepare! Be ready to do something really spectacular than you normally do!"

Alfred once again paused from what he's doing and raised an elegant eyebrow at the exuberant blond.

Once he's sure that he got Alfred's attention, Lester dropped the bomb. "I need you to prepare a banquet for tonight!"

The blond godlike man turned to look at Bruce and winked charmingly. "We're going to announce your engagement!"

Like a true bomb, it killed everyone.

Among the rubble of silence, only one survivor remained. As if he's the sun itself, Lester stood proudly in the middle of the wreckage he created himself, looking all too bright to be appropriate for the situation.

"You!" He happily pointed a finger at the only red head among them and flashed him his brilliant smile that blinded everyone. "Invite everyone you know!"

Barry could only repeatedly blink stupidly at him, trying in vain to regain his lost vision.

Superman stares impassively at the massive screen in front of him. Unaffected by the below zero temperature, he probably stood there for an hour already without feeling any pain or tiredness.

The screen stared back at him unblinking, because of course screens doesn't have eyes, and it can't blink. Words and facts he wanted to confirm were displayed proudly on the screen unaware of the inner turmoil they're causing on the alien superhero.

Soul mates...

You could only bear children with your destined one...

Sex matters not...

Avoid being apart from them for too long or there will be consequences that may lead to death to one or both of the destined mates.

With some, Mates will be able to tell if something bad happened to their mates...

What kind of consequences? Superman thought, suddenly gripped with worry for his lost beloved. He looked up at the vast sky where stars grouped together shines so bright as if mocking him of his loneliness. "Where are you?"

Why did you leave me so suddenly...?

Unconsciously, Superman gripped his chest as if his heart is aching. His heart does hurt sometimes, but not enough to bother him.

He closes his eyes and a perfect shade of blue that surrounds the moon flashes before his closed lids. His very being aches for those navy blue eyes that reflect the night sky. Yeah, the sky is definitely mocking my loneliness.

His phone ring, its classical tune breaking the stillness of the fort, and Clark answers it without opening his eyes.

"Hello, Clark Kent speaking."

"Claaaaark!"

Clark frowns at Barry's frantic and whispered tone. "Barry, is there something wrong? Did something happen with Mr. Wayne?"

"YEEEEEES!" Barry whines, sounding too ready to cry. "Something huge! I- I don't know what to do! I- wait a minute how did you know?"

Clark clicks his tongue. He doesn't have time or the patience to tell the speedster that he overheard them earlier. "Where are you right now? I'll go over there as fast as I can, if anything you call the medics and the police to bring Mr. Wayne to safety. Is anyone else in danger? Call the League and-"

"Wait, what? NONONO. I'm sorry Clark but no, it's not that kind of emergency." Barry interrupts him in a panic. "I did call you through our real phones so, um, no it's not about that business."

Clark stops on his way to the zeta and breathes in deeply. In his worry, he forgot that he is indeed using his phone instead of his communicator and Barry and he are using their real names. His superhero ego just instinctually took over.

"...then what kind of emergency is this?"

"Something life changing... and um, you're the only reporter invited and Bruce will still decide if you'll create an article out of this or not." Barry said. "Wait, you're not even going to ask me how do I know Bruce?"

"Barry," Clark says exasperatedly, his patience running thin that he himself is surprised, "just say it. What happened to Mr. Wayne?"

"Umm... Well..." Barry trails off and clears his throat.

A few more seconds passed and Clark waits.

A new and familiar voice rewarded Clark's patient instead.

"Mr. Kent, you are cordially invited to Master Bruce's Engagement Party."

Clark inner world crumbled, alongside his phone which he accidentally crumpled with his one hand as if it's made of paper.