So...Yup, this happened. Dick is 12 in this chapter.

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It wasn't something that Clark really did often. But every now and again, Clark found himself using his extraordinary hearing to check in on the people that he was close to. Sometimes it was Diana, other times Barry or Hal. But, more often than he liked to admit, when Clark checked in on someone, it was usually Bruce.

There wasn't a particular reason for it, really. But hearing a league members' voice, even for seconds at a time, was strangely calming. It's even alerted him to danger a handful of times.

So on that day, when he caught hold of Bruce's voice and the first thing he heard was a sharp pained grunt, Clark was instantly on high alert. He pushed back from his desk and made for the bathroom, taking a moment to tell Jimmy that he'd made the mistake of eating at that burrito place down the block again. It was a surprisingly good excuse. Despite Clark's 'intolerance' for the food, the meals were good enough to explain why he kept going back. With one ear, he kept his attention on Bruce, cringing slightly at another low huff that reached him.

Clark is already half a mile out from Bruce's location (the manor, which is alarming in itself) when the tone of the sounds Bruce was making changes.

There's a sharp intake of breath and, when he releases it, the sound Bruce makes is a sigh that bleeds into something obscene.

It gets Clark grinding into a halt so sharply that he is nearly choked by his own cape when it whips back to hit him. He floats in place for a moment, just looking around at the clouds around him nervously as if expecting them to have heard that and judge him for how crimson his face was turning. Clark bent over and scrubbed his face with the palm of his hands.

Okay, so clearly Bruce was fine.

He was about to chalk this up to Bruce keeping up with his civilian persona when he hears Dick's breathless laughter.

"Oh! There we go! Need me to ease up, old man?"

Clark's eyebrows knit together in wary confusion. There was probably a totally reasonably explanation for -

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

Robin laughs, as excited as he ever is, before letting out a sharp grunt in exertion. Whatever he does gets another, louder, sound from Bruce that goes straight down Clark's spine.

"Yes," Bruce says, his voice actually breathy and near shaking, "There, harder."

"Yes, sir," came the boy's teasing reply.

Clark blinked slowly, quietly panicking. He spun around in a circle three times, debating. On one hand, this was technically none of his business. It, still, could possibly be nothing. On the other, Dick was very much a minor in addition to the fact that Bruce was in a position of authority over him as his adopted father.

And Clark was Superman. Superman protected children from any and all dangers! How he found out didn't technically matter if there was something wrong afoot, right?

Clark dug the heel of his palms over his eyes and tuned out. It was getting...distracting and he'd already been hit by more birds in the last five minutes than he'd like to admit.

Taking a steeling breath, he flies the last half mile as fast he can. By the time he's right outside Bruce's bedroom window, he can't help be hear the soft pleased sounds that Bruce is making while Dick is...doing whatever Dick is doing that Clark is trying really hard to not think about.

Just in case, because Clark still really wants to believe that there's a reasonable explanation for this aside from that his close (sort of) friend sleeping with his son, Clark decides to use his x-ray vision to peek in.

It doesn't help.

The vision he gets is, as per usual, an x-ray. It's black, white and grey and is mostly just shapes. Bruce is lying on his stomach with his arms folded underneath his head. Dick is lying on top of him in between Bruce's legs, their bodies pressed almost flush together. The boy's arms are folded at an odd angle, allowing to take firm hold of Bruce's hips at both sides.

Clark frowned, more than a little pained at the thought of what Bruce was allowing. He knew that the two were close, obviously, growing closer every year. Bruce allowed and even desired a level of affection from Dick that couldn't be compared to any other in his life, even Alfred.

But, still.

Taking another sharp breath, Clark yanked the bay windows open before he could lose his nerve.

Dick's head turned sharply to look at Clark, though he didn't pause in his ministrations. While Bruce was only half dressed, Dick was still fully clothed. The preteen greeted Clark with a raised eyebrow, leaving his hands where they were and half pulling himself into a kneeling position like a cat. He used the position to press the heels of his hands harder into the dip of Bruce's spine, earning a soft sigh from the man under him.

Clark's eye twitched and he swallowed thickly.

Crap.

Bruce turned his head and leaned up, as if about to get up, already alert. "What is it? What happened?"

Clark blinked at him slowly and it took him a moment to remember what had brought him here. ...He should probably keep that to himself.

"Oh. Um...nothing. Hi?"

Bruce stared at Clark for a full ten seconds with something that wasn't even irritation. He looked...just incredibly unimpressed. ""Hi?" You broke into my home to say "Hi.""

"...yes?"

Bruce fell back into his lying position, head turned away again. "Get out."

Keeping himself from flailing at the cold dismissal was made a little easier when he looked at Dick. The boy was bent over with his forehead on Bruce's back, vibrating with silent laughter, but still working. Clark glowered at Dick's back.

"Wait. No, I'm...stronger than Dick, obviously. I could...help you..." he found himself saying before he could stop himself.

Bruce turned back to face Clark and stared at him, his eyes a touch wider than usual. A series of expressions flashed across Bruce's face, most of them there and gone before even Clark could properly read them. He was able to catch the first one, which was painfully close to alarm, and the last one. The last one came across as being confused and something like scandalized.

One would've thought that Clark had randomly offered him a hand-job.

Clark slowly raised his hand in a placating way when Bruce didn't respond. "Okay...so, hi...uh, again. I'm just going to..." he said, backing out of the window and flying away as fast as could without obviously fleeing.

Dick turned to Bruce, who was still staring out the window with that odd look on his face. He reached out and poked Bruce in the cheek. "You okay there?" he asked.

Bruce let out a low sigh. "I can't tell if I'm too young or too old to deal with this," he admitted.

Dick snorted softly. "Who says it can't be both, grandpa?" he replied, leaning back before driving an elbow just under Bruce's scapula.

"F- you little..." he muttered breathlessly, turning back into his pillow as Dick giggled.

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It's my personal head canon that Dick regularly gives out massages to both Tim and Damian because they're both the type to get increasingly cranky when stiff, though Tim manages to hide it better. He gets his hands on Bruce every now and again (he allowed it a lot more when Dick was younger) and does Jason whenever he's feeling friendly and/or they're not fighting.

Tim and Damian are even more vocal about it than Bruce is because training yourself to be silent during pleasure isn't really a thing they ever needed to be taught. Jason on the other hand is pretty quiet (pretty much just sighs and such).

And yes, the younger members of the Titans/Young Justice are under the same impression that Clark is. Because 1) have you SEEN Dick? Who wouldn't? and 2) they wouldn't even know how to bring it up. Jason and Roy are the only ones aware of the misunderstanding (oddly enough) and find it a little too amusing to clear up.