Okay but imagine Battinson driving to Kansa for a Batman case and then he just gets lost. Like yea, he traveled for years for training and all but he was mainly focused on the training aspect, not sightseeing. And to make matters worst (because if something can go wrong, with Bruce it most certainly will) he has a busted tire with no tools in sight to fix it.
“Um, excuse me, sir?” Bruce heard a young boy’s voice call out to him. It was two of them, they looked like carbon copies of each other so they must be siblings. Though to Bruce, they looked more like the time laps of a boy who hit a punk phase in his teen years.
This wasn’t exactly a busy street and in his 2 hours of being stuck here, Bruce had only seen 2 cars pass by. He wondered where these kids came from.
He puts on the “Brucie” mask and grinned, “Hello, is there anything you need fellas?”
He knew that Brucie Wayne was widely known throughout the US. He cannot let down his guard and let his cover blow, even if it’s just children who realistically probably had no interest in socialites from a different state.
The light of recognition and surprised hits the older boy's face and he exclaimed, “Your Bruce Wayne?!”
Knew it.
“Yes, I am. And what are y’all’s names?” He made sure to keep his voice light and his smile friendly and open.
“Um..that’s my brother, Jon, and my name’s Conner.” He stammered out. “We noticed that you weren’t moving and wanted to help.”
That was rather nice of the two boys but incredibly naive and unsafe. This could’ve easily been a ruse to lure in unsuspecting people who are too kind. But maybe that’s just the Gothamite in him speaking, you learn early on not to trust strangers, especially those who are being nice to you.
“Yea!” Jon excitedly confirmed and he looked over at Bruce’s car. “It seems like the front tire is busted. Conner can patch it up, he’s pretty good at this kinda stuff.”
It was Bruce’s turn to be surprised now. The boys were both now beaming at him, eager, and the desire to help written clearly on both of their faces. Even though Conner, did not look at all confident in his skills. But Bruce did need the help so he nodded.
While Conner was busy looking over the tire, Jon stayed behind to ask Bruce some questions. Some were getting pretty weird and into the dating part of his life. The boy would ask, “Are you single, sir?”
And before Bruce had the chance to answer, he’d give him another one and another one. He caught all of them of course and was getting ready to deflect. But then he saw the puppy smile and the little dimples. He wondered if the boy’s parents had this much trouble saying no to him.
He caved and answered yes to all of the questions but honestly, he never considered dating an option. He had many roles to fill and even more, secrets to keep that having a romantic partner seemed too out of reach for him to even entertain things like types or preferences.
“Would you date a divorced person with kids?” Jon asked with slight hope in his blue eyes. That was a rather odd and specific question.
What would Brucie say in this situation? What would Bruce say? Well, he had multiple kids at home so refusing someone else for having their own would be strange of him. “No, I would not mind.”
“That’s great,” came his reply.
“Um, Mr. Wayne, you wouldn’t mind if I called my Pa then? The tire needs to be replaced and he’s better than me when it comes to that part. I would also hate to accidentally mess up your car.” Conner told him and Bruce nodded once again.
A few moments later as Bruce and the boys converse in small talk, he saw a vibrant red pickup pulled up beside them and saw a god walk out. Tall and sun-kissed skin with waves of black hair and cornflower blue eyes. He was beautiful, there was nothing much to it.
“Hello there! My son called, said you needed some help with your car?”
All Bruce could do was nod and move out of the way so the man could work. He was used to feeling tongue-tied, gals he didn’t want to attend, and board meetings that could have easily been an email. But those were situations, not a singular person.
He looked up from his kneeling position-why the sun shine on him like that?- and introduced himself, “By the way, name’s Clark Kent. Let's see what we're working with here.” And then returned to his work.
Bruce nodded once again and the sounds of giggling children could be heard. They were giving their Dad encouragement.
It was much needed too, Clark looked like a fish out of water. Bruce knew how to replace the tire, he just didn't have any tools or a spare tire with him. Which was foolish of him, he knows. But he couldn't really think right now, with Clark in front of him. Plus, he didn't want to overstep Clark, maybe he had a process.
(Yes, a process that included staring at the tire and the spare he brought in his truck.)
After a very long 3 hours, Clark got the tire securely on and with no chance of falling off, as it did the last 3 times before.
Bruce cleared his throat, “Thank you, Mr. Kent.”
He flounders for a “your welcome” and then silence as they both stare at each other. “Would you like to go eat at a diner? It's rather hot so an ac and a cool drink might stop you from catching a heat stroke.”
Bruce thinks this over and nods, “Yes, that would be nice. What about your kids?”
Clark’s eyes made their way to them and before he gave an answer, Conner beat him to it.
“Oh, don't worry about us, Mr. Wayne. I got my driver’s license so I’ll drive us back home in Dad’s pickup. Let’s go, Jon.” The boy flashes his driver’s license for both men to see.
“Okay, get home safe, and re-“
“Yes, yes, we will remember to call you,” Jon says dismissively. He comes closer to give his father a hug (how cute, Bruce thinks) and whispers something.
Bruce couldn't catch what was said with Jon’s quiet voice and his head facing away. But whatever it was turned Clark into a blushing mess.
“Yes, I will. Off you go now.” Clark pushes his son into the direction of the pickup and turns to Bruce. “Shall we?”
“Yes, we shall.” Bruce says getting to the car. “I’ll pay for dinner, as a thank you. This is non-negotiable, Clark.”
He chuckles, “Okay, fine. But I get to drive then. Deal?”
“Deal.”
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With Grafaiai being a thing now, I can't stop thinking about a scenario with the Submas where they're investigating a string of random graffiti appearing through out the subway tunnels and stations.
Ingo is convinced it's just some dumb kid who thinks they're being funny, but the cameras never pick anything up that would indicate that, and even then graffiti seems to happen when no one is around. Emmet is pissed because not only has this been going on for weeks and they've had no luck whatsoever finding the culprit, but he's also now having to keep his poor Galvantula inside because he's mysteriously drawn to the graffiti and keeps trying to lick it which results in him getting sick and unable to move. This has happened to Crustle too, who also seems drawn to the graffiti, so Emmet believes it's not a coincidence that the graffiti keeps happening and it makes pokémon sick.
Finally, one night by SHEER accident, they find the culprit. And instead of being some kid or angsty teen, it's this little fucker.
Emmet's immediate response is to basically go "what on God's green earth is that ugly little thing?!" Ingo thought it was a very dirty Pansage at first till Emmet pointed out it's fingers were FAR too long it to be a Pansage, or any other monkey pokémon they could think of. They'd never seen anything like it before and were almost in awe.
But before either of them can get close enough to try and catch it however, the small primate hissed and sprayed some toxic "paint" from its mouth at them, before skittering away far faster than they thought it'd be.
This leads to the equivalent of a Benny Hill chase sequence, with the Submas trying to catch the little creature and failing because not only is it extremely fast, but anytime they manage to corner it, it sprays more "paint" at them and manages to escape. After several failed attempts to catch it, they finally lose track of the creature and have to call it a night. Ingo is exhausted, covered in "paint", and frankly has given up hope that catching it is even possible. Emmet though, who is just as covered with "paint" as Ingo is, is bitter af and VOWS to capture it because now it's a matter of pride. He refuses to be bested by some smug little gremlin monkey with freaky long fingers.
Several more attempts were made to capture the pokémon with no success, and Emmet, now covered in even MORE "paint", FINALLY admits defeat. Of course as soon as he does, you appear. You explain that you're a tourist from the Paldea region, and you're looking for your little companion pokémon as he got separated from you. You remark that the "paint" that covers Emmet after his latest failed capture attempt looks JUST like the stuff your pokémon uses.
Emmet is incredulous, insisting that the pokémon who made the paint is a terrible little monster who can't be caught, and there's no way anyone would willingly live with such a creature. Ingo doesn't believe it either, having witnessed his brother's several failed attempts to catch it. Sure enough though, you whistle and shout "Grafaiai! Comere' baby!" and the little creature comes running in out of nowhere and leaps into your arms, crooning and making sweet little monkey noises as you kiss its little head and cuddle it. "There you are! I've been looking EVERYWHERE for you, you little stinkpot! I missed you~ Yes I did~ Yes I did~"
Ingo is in complete disbelief that this is the same creature that's been running amok around the station for weeks and combating any attempts to capture it with utmost hostility. Emmet looks like he's going to have a stroke as he congratulates you on the reunion in a hollow voice. Ingo asks you what the pokémon is, remarking that he's never seen anything like it.
You giggle, and explain that "this little ball of mischief" is a pokémon called "Grafaiai". You explained how it's a poison and normal type pokémon native to the Paldea region, and it's known to be very moody and fastidious so they tend to live alone. But it's mostly known for its habit if painting its colorful and toxic saliva on trees and rocks as a way of marking territory and capturing prey. "Yeah this little guy has a mischievous streak, but he's also very sweet. I hope he didn't cause too much trouble for you both."
Emmet proceeds to laugh hysterically and walk away, probably to go have a mental breakdown somewhere. Leaving Ingo to explain to you how they'd been trying to capture your "sweet little baby" for weeks, because he kept painting on the walls and trains. "Yeah that sounds about right. He's a little menace, I wouldn't be shocked if he thought you both getting angry and chasing him was funny. Which of course would only encourage him to paint everything even more." The smug little grin the small primate gives Ingo confirms your suspicion that he was mostly doing everything on purpose.
At least now they don't have to clean up anymore graffiti.......Until you start dating the Submas, and now they have to deal with the mischievous little Grafaiai everyday. They love you though, and eventually Grafaiai grows on them. Now when Ingo cooks dinner, Grafaiai hangs out on his shoulder and Ingo sneaks him little pieces of food as he cooks. And Grafaiai will curl up on Emmet's lap if he's sitting on the couch as a way to get ear scritches.
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