Hi Mary! Glad to see you back
"Mr. Kent is a very good friend of mine, and I promised that if anything should happen to him or his wife, Selina and I would make sure that Lane had...adequate supervision."
CLARK:
It was either that or he’d release the photos of me dressed as Wonder Woman for Halloween.
"Please," she said dryly, "make yourselves at home."
"Why not?" Selina asked, returning with two steaming mugs. "You two already have."
"Bruce!" Selina scolded as she handed a mug to the stone-faced man sitting on the couch. "Stop laughing!"
"I wasn't laughing," he protested.
"You were laughing by not laughing," she said. She curled up onto the couch, beside him.
That’s cute!
Clark's counterpart was positively beaming, smiling at the tiny baby that Bruce was holding up for the camera, and this world's Lois stood next to him, one hand resting on her husband's arm, gazing at her little family with an expression of such love and happiness that Lois felt her heart clench.
Plus, she’s glad that her husband doesn’t know she’s been banging Superman, huh?
"That's certainly convincing evidence," Clark commented.
Like the one of his Lois engaging in illicit extra-marital activities with her own world’s Superman at Chateau Roberge?
Curiously enough, they did seem to bear a slight resemblance to Clark, although she couldn't see any of either Selina or herself in them at all.
Clark had an affair with Selina and Kryptonian genes are dominant? Except for the hair.
Selina nodded. "We adopted them after they...immigrated here," she said.
Two. Huh. One’s named Kara, the other’s Kira?
"That's nice," Lois said, a bit mystified at Clark's reaction.
Clark’s thinking, that Bruce is holding them as wards/hostages in case Superman misbehaves?
"If that were true," he said, "I'm sure he'd do his best to overcome his disadvantages, rather than allow any innocents to be endangered."
Sounds like someone doesn’t like his godson flying around in ballerina tights.
"Maybe the kid volunteered to fill in for him," Clark suggested, looking intently at Bruce.
"I'm sure Superman would have refused if he did," Bruce said simply.
Someone’s sure ticked off.
JOKER: I haven’t seen him this ticked off. Ever. And I once killed a couple of his parents.
Lois snorted. "Frankly, I can't see that kid persuading Superman to buy a candy bar."
Kids. Brunettes. He’s really quite the pushover for the right genome.
"Oh, I'm sure Superman would have had a conniption at the very thought," Bruce continued, confidently. "After all, so much can happen to a youngster; he could get injured by a powerful opponent and end up nearly blinded, for example."
Ah….lookie there.
"Or end up needing a cybernetic exoskeleton in order to walk straight," Selina added.
I see. Also, apparently, Selina doesn’t share her paramour’s opinion on such matters.
"No, really," Bruce said, still looking at Clark. "If it's too much for you to deal with, I insist."
Brought any jewelry with you to help?
"So Da--uh, Mr. K---uh, so," Lane began. "That news report about the typhoon was pretty cool, wasn't it? I have to go to the library, now. Okay?"
Typhoon. Library.
"Aren't you going to say hello to your god-parents?"
"My what?" Lane turn to the visitors, staring at them in confusion. "Who are you?"
Uh. Oh.
BRUCE:
Smelly things are going to be hitting the rotary air distribution device.
How are you ever going to tie this up in just one more part?
Michael