Bruce went to the front desk, asking if his secretary had seen any sign of him. She hadn't. He started to panic a little inside, as he checked the bathrooms, not finding him, or anyone who had seen him. It wasn't until he got down to the next floor that he saw a crowd of people congregating around a window. He pushed them out of the way, grumbling, a bit apprehensive about what he might see.

His eyes widened and he took off back to his office, feeling his heart race faster than it even did when he was in grave danger himself. Because this time, it was Dick in danger. Not to mention he was being dangled off the edge on a skyscraper by the very Harley Quinn.

Quickly, he changed into the batsuit, and used a secret entrance in the ceiling of his office to get up to the rooftop, running over to the railing, and hopping on it, walking around until he could drop to the level below. Jumping down on to the cement, he carefully approached Harley from behind.

"Help! Please, help!" Dick was squirming, kicking and punching the air uncontrollably, trying to get at least one hit.

"Let him go," Batman snarled, glaring at her as she turned around, threatening to drop Dick with every sway of her curvy hips.

"No way! This is the perfect little cutie for my Mistah J. I'm just waitin' for the choppa and we'll be on our way."

"Let him go now, Harley, and I'll only put you in the hospital for five months."

"What can I say? He wants a protege. And he's Bruce Wayne's kiddo...which means the ransom would be extraordinary! It's a win-win, B-man! Jokah can't lose!"

Batman locked his jaw, staring at Dick, silently pleading him not to say anything else. But the boy looked to paralyzed with fear to really talk at all. Surprising, to be honest. He usually never shut up.

"I'm giving you one more warning."

"I'm not gonna-"

He lunged forward, grabbing Dick by his shirt and tossing him as gently as he could to safety on the cement platform nearby, where there was no risk of falling off any edges. His fist thrust into Harley's face, making her stumble, screaming obnoxiously as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, a hand moving up to her bloody mouth. A powerful noise rumbled in the distance, getting louder and louder, until the helicopter came flying up. She took her chance and jumped, sticking her tongue out once she got in safely. "You got lucky! You'll be sorry for this, B-man! Jokah will make you pay, one way or anotha!"

Batman looked from the crowd of people cheering against the windows to Dick, who was just sitting up, propped up against the wall, his tiny chest raising up and down, frantically trying to catch his breath, as tears streaked his cheeks. He picked him up, as gently as he could, and moved around the corner, away from the eyes of the many spectators.

Dick breathed heavily, looking up at him with half-lidded blue eyes, still filled with tears and fear. Bruce choked, a tear rolling slowly down his cheek from behind the cowl. He held him close, trying to keep in his emotions as he so often did...but there was no stopping them anymore. He had almost lost his son. He had almost lost his son.

"D-Daddy..." he sobbed, hugging him around his thick neck, rubbing his face into the batsymbol as he continued to cry without constraint.

"Dick..." was all he could mutter.

And they stayed like that for a long time. Just holding on to each other, grateful to have each other, grateful to be together. He never wanted to let him go ever again. Ever.

"And then he was like...whooosh with his cape! And I was like, whoa! And then he came up, just like this, and WHAM! Hit her face! Then he was like..."

Clark grinned, nudging Bruce, "Looks like he found his new obsession."

Bruce couldn't hide the prideful smile that was overcoming his lips. For once, Dick seemed to look up to him. Not only that, but he felt like a real Dad. He picked him up by his underarms, holding him close, letting his arm wrap around his little butt to support him. "I've got an idea. How about we make you a special superhero costume so you can be your own superhero, for real now?"

"Okay, but I has to be like Batman!"

He nuzzled his nose against the small one, "But you're so different from Batman. You're so cute."

"I be cute and Batman's buddy!" Dick grinned, taking in the smell of Bruce's fresh, minty breath.

Bruce just smiled, gently kissing his lips and putting him back down. "Whatever you want, my little robin."

Dick posed, putting his hands on his hips and thrusting his chin into the air. "No! Just call me...Robin!"

"Heh...Okay. Whatever you say, Robin."

The boy giggled, feeling very proud. Bruce felt similar.

There was no sex that night. Despite being incredibly calm around Dick, Bruce was going absolutely insane without him in his sight. He had insisted to be the one to bathe him that night, and then checked on him five times as he was going to bed. After Dick finally yelled at him for bothering him, he was forced to stay in his own bed with Clark, staring at the open door, asserting that it be open in case Dick needed something and called.

So there would be no sex.

"Bruce, he's fine. You know no one could get into this penthouse." Clark had been trying to reassure him all night, to no avail.

"He's not fine, Kal. He almost got kidnapped today. And I need to find out about this whole Joker wanting a protege thing."

"That can wait until the morning."

"It can't. I shouldn't be here. I should be up there, trying to figure things out..."

"You need rest."

"I don't need to sleep, Kal." He slapped the worrying hand away, turning on to his side, with his back facing Clark. There was silence for awhile, and then he got up again. Clark sighed. "I'm just going to check on him one more time. Just to make sure he's sleeping."

He slid on his slippers, shuffling across the hall to Dick's bedroom. He quietly opened the door, peeking in. His nightlight lit up the room well enough. There was silence. Moving next to the bed, he let his hand drift mildly across the boy's cheek affectionately. He was definitely sleeping. That was good. It took a lot to part with him, forcing himself to leave, closing the door as gently as he had opened it, returning to his bedroom and kicking off his slippers once more.

"Is he asleep?"

"Yeah," Bruce breathed, crawling back into the bed and laying there, staring up at the ceiling.

"Are you sure we can't...you know?"

"Yeah," he repeated, voice cold, finally going back to normal.

"Just a little," Clark whimpered, moving his hand to grab at Bruce's crotch. His body tensed, and he glared at him.

"No."

With another sigh, the Kryptonian flopped on to his side, back to his partner. "Fine. Goodnight."

He secretly found his childish behavior adorable, but wouldn't ever tell him that. "Goodnight, Kal-el."

"Dick, you know I-"

"Robin!"

Bruce smiled. "Right. Robin. You know Daddy's really busy at work..." The truth was that he'd never bring him there ever again. He couldn't risk it. Though he didn't like the idea of Dick being under someone else's supervision, either.

"I'm not going to daycare! I willn't!"

"It's won't or will not."

"No!"

"We could call a babysitter," Clark grinned.

"Kal, Alfred hardly stands a chance, and he's the best caretaker I know."

"Well, maybe we need someone who can...keep up with his energy."

"I don't know if I like where this is going." Bruce put his hands in his pockets to hide in nervous twitch of his fingers, walking over to one of the many floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out at his city.

"Come on. It's pretty much our only choice and you know it."

He sighed, hanging his head.

"Daddddyyy! Talk to me," Dick groaned, yanking on his pant leg.

Clark looked down at him and picked him up. "Do you want a fun babysitter?"

"Batman?"

"No, not Batman..."

"Just call me Uncle Wally!"

Dick whimpered, hiding behind Clark's leg, who picked him up. He then nuzzled his head into his strong chest, making more little, nervous noises. "I'm not sure why he's acting so shy...he's usually pretty confident around new people."

"Daddyyy..." he whined, tracing his finger over the patterns on his sweater vest.

Bruce ruffled his hair and threw a hand up in a wave to Wally. "I don't have time for this nonsense. Have fun. He's a hand full. Alfred, come on."

"Yes, sir."

"Bruce..."

Alfred followed him out of the penthouse. The redheaded man moved closer, trying to tickle at Dick's cheek but he just flinched away. He frowned. "I don't know what's wrong."

"He's just being cautious. You know him, Dick. It's the Flash!" Clark gently lifted up Dick's head, who just moaned. "You like the Flash, don't you? He's cool, isn't he?"

"Is that really him..."

"Gee, Dick! Of course it is. Would I lie to you?" He set him down on the floor, where Dick immediately retook the position hiding behind his leg. Clark bent down, kissing the top of his head. "I have to go now. You'll have so much fun with Uncle Wally, and you can call me at lunch time."

He frowned, hopelessly reaching for him, despite being politely ignored, following him until he shut the door, having to do it a little more forcefully than usual to get him to understand he couldn't stay with him. Dick turned around, looking at Wally.

"Come on, sweetheart. I have a boy of my own, you know. And a daughter, too. Just around your age." He picked him up by the armpits, watching him squirm and whine. Grimacing, he bounced Dick in his arms as he walked to the living room, only to have him burst into tears. "Aw, man, what am I doing wrong?"

"Le-let go," the four-year-old sobbed, pushing on his chest.

He followed his demands and paused, thinking, his brow furrowing in concentration. What could they do to break the ice?

"I wanna play Robin!"

"What's Robin, little one?" The speedster sat next to him on the couch.

"Me, Robin, Batman's buddy!"

"You're Batman's buddy? Wow!"

Dick hopped off, proudly. "I can show costume! It's red and green and yellow and black!"

"You have a costume? Sweet! Why don't you show me?"

He grinned, holding on to his hand as he guided him to his bedroom and presented the outfit hanging on his closet door that Alfred had recently finished constructing.

"Wow...that's awesome. You know, I think you'd get a long well with Jai."

The boy ignored him, pulling the tunic off the hanger and holding it in front of his body. "See?"

Flash knelt down next to him, smiling. "Yeah, I see. It's really cool!"

"And...and," he dropped the tunic to the floor, grabbing the domino mask that was laying on his bookshelf, wrapping it around his head with the elastic, "look! I get mask!"

Wally gasped. "Huh...who are you? I don't see the same little boy that was just standing here!"

He had a giggling fit, an expression of utter pride on his young face, "I'm Robin."

"Why'd you choose that name, huh?"

"Well, I...umm..." he kicked his foot back and forth, staring down at it intently as he thought. "Ummm..."

"Do you like birds?"

"No..."

"Do you like robins?"

"No..."

"Do you like the colors?"

"Yes!"

The man smiled, ruffling his hair. "Do you act like a robin?"

"Yea!"

"I've heard that you like to do tricks, too."

"I do tricks," Dick cried, happily doing a cartwheel across his bedroom.

"Wow! That was great!" He stood up, clapping lightly.

"I do more, too!" He went into a handstand, and walked towards him, before flipping upright once more. "Ta-da!"

"You're quite the little acrobat, huh?"

"Yea!"

Wally picked him up, bouncing him lightly as he walked back to the living room. The boy squirmed until he set him down again and turned on the plasma TV. "Hmm, you don't like being held much, do you?"

"Only by Daddy."

"Aw, come on, you can't tell me you don't like Uncle Wally's cuddles?"

"No!"

"Uhn, Kal, stop..." Bruce grumbled, trying half-heartedly to push the Kryptonian away. "Not at work."

Clark giggled, pushing the dark man back into his office chair and straddling him, untying his tie, licking his lips hungrily. "You denied me last night. Now I'm hungrier than ever."

"Stop this nonsense." He closed his eyes, long, black eyelashes brushing his beautiful, paler-than-pale skin that Clark so loved. The contrast was simply breathtaking.

After freeing his neck from the tie, he unbuttoned the first two buttons, trying hard to stay calm enough not to rip his shirt off. "I want to hear you scream my name with your face pushed in this desk."

Bruce made a small noise, almost a whimper: dirty talk, one of his only weaknesses with Clark. "Kal, stop. I have work to do. You have work to do."

"I'm on my lunch and you can afford to take a break, billionaire."

"You know that I can't-"

"I'm going to get my way, you're not going to stop me today, Bruce."

"Can't you just be Clark right now instead of Superman," Bruce grumbled, honestly annoyed at the fact that his husband seemed to really have alter-egos.

He bit his lip, smiling, his glasses sliding down his nose a little. "Golly, Mr. Wayne...alright. Whatever you want."

"Uhh," he let out an involuntary moan, letting his hand roam his muscular chest. And how they ended up both completely naked and on the floor, Bruce really couldn't tell. It had all been a blur, and still was: it was one of those times where it felt like nothing in the world, the Joker, justice, anything, was more important than reaching an orgasm. Clark was pinning him to the ground, hands clenching tight onto his, their fingers linked so tight it was almost painful. He felt his chiseled abs rub up and down his back and he thrust, and he moaned without reason, not trying to fight his hold, but arch his back more so he would be closer to hitting his prostate: something that he seemed to purposely miss.

"Kal-el!"

"Don't stop," Clark whispered hotly into his ear, seconds later blowing ice cold air across his cheekbone.

Bruce jerked involuntarily, squeezing his blue eyes shut as he complied with the orders: there was nothing else he could do. "Kal-el! Kal-el, Kal-el!"

"Scream my name." He was definitely not playing Clark Kent anymore.

"K-KAL-EL!"

"Don't stop," he warned again, nibbling on his earlobe before moving down to his neck, pushing away the sweaty black hair and kissing it some more.

"Kal-el, God, dammit all, Superman, Clark, Kal-el! Don't stop, you bastard!"

"Heh, I'm no where near being done with you, Mr. Wayne." He pulled out, wanting to tease the man further yet. He pushed him up hastily, watching as he stumbled to keep balance. His eyes were almost going crossed, and he could hardly see anything clearly, almost like he was drugged. His ass was bleeding as it so often did, and he felt the cool trail running down his leg uncomfortably. But he had no choice. When Clark wanted to be the boss: he was the boss.

Clark got on his knees in front of him, smiling as he held the base of his cock firmly in his hand, giving the head a long, slow lick. He grinned up at Bruce, saying, "You'll be sorry about that Kryptonite," and then he took him into his mouth completely, closing his eyes as he swallowed him down whole.

Batman groaned and bucked pitifully, reaching back to grab onto his expensive desk, feeling ashamed for his actions, but not necessarily having much time to dwell on it. His orgasm was approaching, and it was all he could think about. "I-I'm go-gonna cum," he snarled, clenching his teeth so tight, he thought they might chip a little.

And then he let out a sharp cry of agony, his eyes shooting open and body flinching instinctively back towards his desk, scrambling, and trying to get on top of it: anything to get away from that feeling...until he realized he couldn't. His stomach dropped when he saw it: his dick, completely coated in ice. How he wasn't dying, he had no idea. "Clark, help! Help!"

The Kryptonian just smirked, shaking his head from side to side. "I told you you'd be sorry."

"Please, anything! I-I'll do anything!"

He gazed up at him mischievously. "Anything," he whispered.

"ANYTHING, DAMMIT!"

Clark pondered for much too long, before licking his lips hungrily and turning his attention back to Bruce's frozen cock, melting it slowly with his heat vision. Just the head, though. He stuck his tongue out, toying with the slit on the very top.

Bruce moaned, thrashing his body from side to side, only to bring Superman's hands onto his thighs in order to hold him still. "I swear to God! I swear, Kal!"

"Oh come on. You know I'd never hurt you." He sighed, as Bruce's screams had now become more demanding and annoying than sexy, drawing a line down the center, letting the rest of the ice coating drop down to the floor.

Bruce wiped away a lone tear that had formed in his eyes and sat up, grabbing him by the neck. "You will not do that to me ever again! I could have...it could have..."

"Stop being such a killjoy."

"Killjoy?! I'll show you-"

"No you won't. You said you'd do anything. Now beg for me," he gently pushed Bruce off, turning him around and bending him over the desk.

"No way!"

"Do you want me to do it again?" His hand encircled Bruce's strong wrist, threatening to snap it, though both of them knew he never would. The play-threat only made Bruce's heart skip yet another beat that afternoon. "Now beg for permission to have me."

He squeezed his eyes shut, those lashes brushing across his cheeks, now a faint pink...and Clark wanted nothing more than to see his face, but this was both of their punishments, so..."Take me."

"Louder."

"Please, can you take me?"

"I can't hear you."

"TAKE ME, KAL-EL," he screamed, clutching onto the wood of his desk, digging his fingernails into it (whatever) as he felt his body jerk forward as Clark thrust in harder than necessary.

"You sound so good when you beg, Bruce."

The phone rang.

Clark sighed, taking the moment to pause his thrusting, leaving Bruce on the edge once more. "It must be Dick."