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"Thank you again for coming," Bruce sighs, stepping aside to allow the Krytonian family inside. It's a few hours before sundown, so he and his children have enough time to prepare for the full moon.
"It's no problem, really," Clark assures, closing the door behind him, Jon, and Konner before toeing off his shoes. "I'm happy we can help with this."
"Everyone is downstairs getting the Cave ready for tonight," Bruce explains, leading the three of them to the grandfather clock that covers the entrance to the Bat-Cave. He types in the code, and the clock slides to the side, revealing a dark doorway that leads down into the bat-filled cave.
They walk down into the cavern, greeted by the sight of the rest of the bats putting away breakable items, anything that the could get into. They're like a well-oiled machine, having done this many times over the years.
"Hey, Timmy," Kon greets, floating over to his boyfriend. "Whatcha doin'?"
"I'm making sure the computer is locked down and squared away so none of us destroy it," he replies, fingers moving over the keyboard almost too fast to see.
"Sounds boring," Kon huffs, hooking his chin over the other boys shoulder.
"It's necessary."
"Whatever you say, birdy."
The Bat-Computer gives a chime after Tim runs the program to seal the device in an armored case specifically designed for the full moon to keep the tech from getting harmed.
Plates of metal emerge from seemingly nowhere, sliding over the large computer and settling into place seamlessly.
"Do you need my help to prep anything?" Clark asks Bruce, watching the man put away a case of batarangs.
"Not at this moment," he says, rolling his shoulders. He can already feel the ache of the shift in his bones despite the early hour. "All I need from you is to help me keep an eye on everyone and not let them get into the Manor."
~~~
After they get the cave ready for the impending chaos, everyone changes into more casual clothes, settling down on the couches and blankets they put out so they're all more comfortable during the shift.
Tim and Kon are cuddling on one end of the couch while the former just scrolls on his phone.
Dick has his legs over Jason's lap, who doesn't seem to really care. He's gotten used to Dick's penchant of being more physical affectionate when the full moon gets close.
Damian is curled up on a bean bag with Alfred the cat purring away on his lap and Jon against his side peering over his shoulder. She'll unfortunately have to leave before anyone shifts, for fear of her getting hurt.
Steph and Cass have taken to laying on the floor, idly chatting about nothing in particular.
"So... what now?" Clark asks, tapping his fingers against his thigh.
"Well, we just wait until the moon rises," Bruce replies, rolling his eyes at Clark's impatience, "then we go into a containment cell to shift so we don't tear up anything, and once we're done, we come out into the main cave and wait out the rest of the night."
"Is shifting... painful?"
"It can be, but it's mostly just uncomfortable. It almost feels like you can't fit within your skin."
Clark blinks, a mildly grossed-out expression crossing his face before it fades. "Oh."
"It really isn't as bad as it seems," Dick pipes up, looking over at him. "It honestly doesn't last very long for me. I tend to sleep through the majority of my shift."
"Same for me," Tim says, not looking up from what he's doing.
"It depends on the person," Bruce amends, taking a seat in the chair of his computer, leaning back into it with a sigh.
Clark nods, storing away the information for later.
Before Bruce had told him about his identity, Clark always had a feeling that he wasn't completely human. Bruce would disappear for one night a month, always seem to hear things that others- besides himself, of course- couldn't catch.
Same thing goes for his adopted kids. When Dick was Robin, he was so incredibly stealthy that it was uncanny. He was graceful in and out of the costume, with habits that weren't unlike that of a cats'. Now, though, his sharper eyes, teeth, and nails make sense.
Jason was a little more obvious, as he had more noticeably non-human features. And it was especially obvious after he died and came back. He was growly, almost, and rougher around the edges.
As for Damian, Bruce tells him that he's a werebat-werelion hybrid. The boy inherited equal aspects of both his parents, with his shifted form having the body of a lion with a multitude of bat-like features.
Cassandra is a fruit bat, though she's smaller than B when shifted. She also has some of the best control over herself out of everyone, somewhat unsurprisingly.
Steph has and always will be a flurry of chaos. She's a hyena, so she's more on the hyper side out of everyone.
Alfred (the butler, not the cat) contrary to popular belief, a lycanthrope. More specifically, a tuxedo cat. But because of his older age, he no longer fully shifts during the full moon. All that really happens is some fur pops up around his hands and his vision and hearing get sharper.
~~~~
At around 7:30, Clark can feel the energy in the cave change. Everyone is shifting uncomfortably, rolling their shoulders or stretching out their limbs.
"I think it's time," Bruce sighs, getting up from his chair with a groan.
"Time for what, exactly?" Clark asks, standing to follow him.
"We have about an hour before moonrise," he replies, bringing his hand up to his mouth. He blows a sharp whistle, causing every one of his kids to perk up at the noise.
They seem to understand what it means, as they start getting up from their cozy spots. Grumbling and groaning about moving. Clark hears multiple joints pop at the movements, and he can't help but wince. He can't imagine how uncomfortable they may be.
The kids shamble off toward the containment cells, shucking sweaters and hoodies as they go.
Konner, very reluctantly, stays behind when Tim tells him to. He knows Kon just wants to comfort him, but Bruce is very reluctant to have other people in the cells during a shift.
"Put the cat upstairs, please," Bruce calls over his shoulder, taking his shirt off to presumably not rip it up during his shift.
"On it!" Jon chirps, scooping the feline up in his arms and heading upstairs to deposit the cat.
The cave falls into a slightly tense silence, and Clark can tell Kon is already getting worried. His teeth are worrying at his bottom lip. Clark's expression softens.
"Your leg is bouncing," Clark comments, sitting next to his son.
"I know..." He mutters, forcing it to stop.
"You're worried, huh?"
"How can I not be?" Kon huffs, running a hand through his unruly hair. "He's hurting and shit and I'm not allowed to be there with him for it!"
"I understand that," Clark nods, eyes sympathetic. "I'm worried for all of them, honestly. But I know there isn't anything I can do for right now."
"How long will it take?" Kon grumbles, laying against his side. Clark hums, drawing him closer by the shoulders.
"B told me they'll come out after about three hours," he replies, recalling the conversation he and Bruce had when he asked Clark to help him watch everyone.
"That's too long," his son groans, already impatient to see Tim again.
"I know. But it'll go by faster than you think."
~~~
Three hours after they disappeared containment, Kon perks up when he hears the hydraulics release and the doors of the cells slide open.
One by one, the now shifted Bats trickle out of their cells.
Steph and Dick are more energetic than the others, bounding out into the main cavern with unbridled enthusiasm. They're larger than their animal counterparts, due to their lycanthropy, but you can tell what they are easily.
Cass, Tim, Bruce, Jason, and Damian pad out at a much more leisure pace. Clark can almost feel the exasperation coming from Bruce despite the lack of human facial expression.
Jason is a Maned Wolf, with long black legs and a black stripe of long fur going down his back. Maned wolves in general are on the larger side, but he's still really big.
Tim is a corvanthrope, or a were-raven. He's the only one besides Cass and Bruce that have limbs similar to hands, the skin black and scaly with talon-like claws at the end of his fingers. His feet resemble talons like a real bird, though he is much larger and more humanoid than an actual raven.
"Timmy!" Kon greets, flying over to him happily.
The corvid clacks his beak in response, feathers ruffling in joy at seeing his boyfriend.
"You alright? No soreness?" Kon questions, concered.
Tim shakes his head, nuzzling the tip of his beak into Kon's cheek in an attempt at a birdy kiss.
"Okay, just makin' sure," Kon giggles.
"Whoa!!" Jon gasps, having returned from being upstairs. Clark guesses that Alfred had him do a few things to keep him occupied. The man is truly a saint. "Dami, you look so cool!!"
The hybrid snorts, ears going back in what seems like embarrassment, as if the boy isn't used to compliments.
True to Jon's words, Damian does look like something you'd see out of a fantasy movie. He has the body of a lion, yes, but his face, back paws, teeth, and a few patches of dark fur resemble that of a bat.
Dick is a Serval, yellow fur glistening under the dim lights of the cave. There are dark spots all over his body, and there are stripes going down his short tail.
Steph is a mostly standard hyena, just larger than the normal canines.
They don't seem like they do anything, Clark thinks, watching them interact with each other.
Just as that though finishes, Jason is nipping at Dick's neck, much to the older man's irritation. Dick swipes at his muzzle without claws, batting the maned wolf away with a hiss.
Jason only gets encouraged by this, bowing his front with a playful growl.
Clark can tell Dick is having none of it, and ultimately decides to step in before someone gets hurt.
"Alright, stop that," he says, scooping Dick up like he weighs nothing. Which, to Superman, he doesn't.
Dick squirms at being picked up, giving a meow of protest.
"Oh, hush, I'm stopping you from mauling your brother," Clark huffs, setting Dick down somewhere else.
Dick grumbles and shakes his head, padding away to go bother someone else.
Clark doesn't even get a moment to think about how ridiculous that was before he hears an indignant squawk followed by cackling from behind him. He sighs, turning around to see Steph pestering Tim by nipping at his ankles.
Tim can't fly in this form due to the way his anatomy works, so he can't escape her without running. And Tim knows very well that running will only provoke her to bother him more.
"Steph, quit that," Clark scolds, fixing her a glare that makes his own kids shrink in on themselves. Lois lovingly named it his 'Super-Glare' in a mockery of Bruce's patented 'Bat-Glare'.
She yaps at him in response, but backs off anyway. But not before nibbling at Tim one more time.
Kon is trying his hardest to contain his giggles, all too amused by Tim's ruffled feathers.
The corvanthrope narrows his dark eyes at his partner, and if he had a mouth, he'd be frowning deeply.
"What?" Konner laughs, breaking finally. "You look like an angry pom-pom! I can't help it!"
Tim huffs, smacking Kon over the head.
"Ow!" He yelps, rubbing the spot even though he likely didn't even feel anything.
Cass and Damian are thankfully not as chaotic, sitting politely on the blankets still set out on teh floor. Clark debates picking the blankets up, for fear of them getting torn up and making a mess, but he feels that he'd get a lot of complaints for doing so.
"Mister Clark."
The alien nearly jumps out of his skin when Alfred seemingly appears behind him, and he has to force himself not to hover.
"Alfred," he greets, calming his racing heart. "What are you doing down here? I thought you went to bed?"
"I would have, yes, but they need their second dinner," the butler says easily, pulling a rolling cart out of the elevator. "I imagine Master Bruce didn't mention this?"
"He said something about it in passing, but I though they'd be premade for me to reheat or something."
"I'm not surprised," Alfred sighs, uncovering the top of the cart to reveal multiple dishes of an assortment of food. In one large bowl is a mixture of meat, fruits, and vegetables that Clark assumes is for Jason.
He had done some research about what their respective species ate in case he had to feed them before hand, but it's still interesting to see in person.
In another, smaller bowl, is a small pile of mice and what look like a few lizards. It's topped with what he assumes are different vitamins to keep them healthy.
Clark spots a plastic container next, and a small shiver rolls down his spine at the piles of different beetles and insects crawling about inside. That must be Bruce's meal, as brown bats eat bugs.
A bowl next to the container is filled to the brim with a wide variety of fruits, ranging from mangos, figs, and apples, to some Clark isn't sure he recognizes.
In a much larger bowl lies a bunch of rabbit meat and a sprinkle of bugs. Clark can only guess that the meal is for Damian, given the amount of meat.
Next to that is another bowl full of... scraps of everything else? Clark can't thing of whom that would go to off the top of his head.
Alfred rings a bell that Clark didn't know he even had, getting the attention of all of the lycans in the room. They bound over, chattering at the elderly man eagerly.
"Be patient," he huffs, though his words are affectionate.
First, he sets the bowl of meat and veggies down a few feet away from the cart, Jason eagerly following him and munching on his meal.
The rest of them are another story, though.
"Jason has a habit of resource guarding at times," Alfred says, giving Cass her bowl of fruit. She takes it with a happy chitter, already digging in to the juicy fruit. "That is why we tend to give him his food first, so the rest of them don't bother him while eating."
"Has it resulted in anyone getting hurt?" Clark asks, watching as Bruce simply grabs the plastic container of bugs instead of waiting for Alfred to give it to him. He wonders if that's normal.
"Thankfully, no, but he has snapped at others before for getting too close," he replies, giving Tim the bowl of scraps.
Clark nods, fascinated by how used to this they are. He's pretty sure that all of them were born lycanthropes, too. He's curious to know about how it affects their civilian identities, if at all.
Damian waits patiently for his meal, while Dick is upright on his hind legs, meowing loudly at Alfred in impatience. The butler simply ignores him, giving everyone else their meals before finally giving Dick his.
"Is this how it usually goes?" Clark questions.
"Every month, without fail." Alfred shakes his head, exasperated.
Clark hums, slightly amused by his grievances.
~~~
When everyone has finished eating, Alfred gathers up all of the bowls and sets them back on his cart.
"Master Jonathan, why don't you help me clean these up?" Alfred prompts, and Clark lets out a breath. The boy has been hyper since they got here. It's honestly impressive he hasn't run out of steam. "I'll make you something to eat afterward."
"Okay!" the boy beams, flying over to follow Alfred into the elevator.
Clark shoots him a grateful look at the doors close, and he is once again left alone.
"B mentioned something about enrichment," Clark mutters to himself, glancing around the cave with his x-ray vision to see if he can spot any. "Maybe that'll keep them from bothering each other."
He's interrupted by Dick padding over to him, hopping up on his hind legs and pawing at his arm.
"What?" Clark asks, then he remembers that they can't exactly speak right now.
Dick only meows at him again, staring into his soul with those blue eyes of his as if that'll explain everything.
"You just ate, so you're not hungry..." Clark muses, wracking his brain for what Dick could possibly want. "Maybe you want me to pick you up?"
Dick meows louder, rubbing against Clark's shins in what he thinks is an affirmative answer.
So he does, scooping him up into his arms. It kind of reminds him of when Dick was still Robin, always wanting to be picked up by Superman. It makes his chest all warm and fuzzy.
Dick wiggles around for a minute before eventually settling on his shoulders, purring loudly and rubbing his cheeks against Clark's curly hair.
He can't help the quiet purr that rumbles in his chest in response.
Clark decides to take a seat on the couch, causing nearly all of them to flock toward him. He sighs, resigning himself to being the most entertaining thing in the world to them.
Tim, though, stays over by Kon, the latter petting over his head and beak.
Kon can recall the day that Tim told him about what he was like he had a video of it.
He had pulled Kon aside to talk one day, and Kon honestly thought that it was about something super bad. Like I'm-breaking-up-with-you kind of bad. But it thankfully wasn't.
Tim was clearly nervous at the time, biting his lip and picking at his nails. He had a bad habit of doing that, and Kon has been trying to break it even before they got together.
Tim had prefaced by saying that he would understand if Kon didn't like him anymore after he told him, but Kon knew whatever it was that he was stressing about, he was already overthinking about how he'd react.
After some gentle coaxing, he managed to get Tim to tell him what he was. Kon was surprised, obviously, but he was more curious than anything. It also explained why he was really good at mimicking voices and noises.
His boyfriend was extremely relieved that Kon hadn't turn around and bolted, and a few happy tears formed in his eyes.
After the conversation, they settled down to watch a movie in bed, cuddled up together. Kon remembers hearing a trill come from him when he scratched his scalp. The other teen got incredibly red in the face, hiding away in Kon's chest with a mortified groan.
The Kryptonian had teased him about it, enjoying how flustered Tim got.
But despite that, he did genuinely think it was adorable. Kon doesn't think to this day that he deserves Tim at all.
He's brought out of his thoughts when a peck lands on his check. A mildly harsh one, at that.
"What?" Kon huffs, meeting the very disgruntled glare of Tim.
Tim clacks his beak at Kon's face, and the latter can feel the pout radiating off of him.
"I've been petting you this entire time," Kon says, rolling his eyes.
He responds with a birdy-growl, annoyed that Kon isn't understanding what he's trying to say. Tim points to the rest of the cave, and Kon tries his best to follow whatever he's pointing at.
"I don't see- Oh no."
They're gone.
Jason, Steph, and Damian are nowhere to be seen.
Kon is on his feet in record time, frantically looking for the two of them. Who knows how long they've been out of the cave. Are they loose in the manor? Outside? Outside would be arguably worse, he thinks.
"What are you doing?" Clark asks, looking up from his laptop.
"Jason, Steph, and Damian are gone," he says in a rush, running a stressed hand through his hair.
"Gone?" Clark repeats, brows furrowing. "Where could they have gone?"
"I don't know!" Kon hisses, wracking his brain.
Tim caws to get his attention, holding up a notebook Kon has no idea where it came from. On it, is a poorly drawn cart similar to the one Alfred came downstairs with earlier. It depicts the two sneaking under the cloth without anyone noticing.
"They're in the manor," Kon relays to his dad, scrubbing his hands over his face with a long groan. "Bruce is going to kill me."
"Tell me about it," Clark agrees, setting his laptop aside. "And it's not like we can just leave them alone, either."
"Can't Bruce just watch them?" Kon asks, waving a hand in the general direction the brown bat went.
"He fell asleep twenty minutes ago."
"Of course he did."
The three lycans still with them are on the more well-behaved side, so maybe it won't be too much of a problem, right? Cass has been hanging out this entire time, and Clark is pretty sure Dick is on the verge of falling asleep, anyway. Tim would probably help them search for them, considering that he's the one who pointed out that they were gone in the first place.
Both Kryptonians jolt when they hear a loud crash from upstairs, worry spiking at the sound of paws skittering across the floor, followed by the shocked shout of Alfred and Jon.
Honestly, Clark isn't too sure how exactly they all fit on the cart. It's kind of impressive.
Dick has perked up now, looking between them with obvious confusion.
"Dami, Jay, and Steph are gone," Tim tells him mentally, rolling his eyes. "They escaped underneath Alfred's cart, somehow."
"Oh, god," Dick groans, sliding off of Clarks shoulder and hopping onto the floor. "They're in the manor, aren't they?"
"Yep."
"Great. B is going to ground us for the rest of our lives."
"We need to find them before something worse happens," Clark says, standing now. "Tim, you stay with Konner. Dick, you're with me. Cass... you can stay here if you want to."
Cass nods, yawning and settling back down again.
The Supers head up the stairs as the grandfather clock slides open, the lycans following close behind. Clark can already hear the high pitched laughter coming from Steph from wherever she is.
They would use the Bat-Computer, but Tim already shut it down. And neither of them have any idea how to get it back online, so it's out of the question anyway.
"We should split up," Kon suggests, scanning the hallway.
"Agreed," Clark nods, trying to spot at least one of them with his x-ray vision. He obviously can't go through any of the walls, so he has to navigate the absolute maze of Wayne Manor. "You two head left and we'll go right."
~~~
Kon and Tim pass by the kitchen, where Alfred and Jon are cleaning up the mess that the escapees made.
"Did you see which way they went?" Kon pants.
"I think I saw Damian go that way," Jon says, pointing to the door on the other side of the kitchen.
They head there, Tim hot on his heels. They have no idea what Damian could get into, let alone where he could even be. Kon can hear Jay and Steph making a racket somewhere else in the house, but he's just being silent. It's unsettling.
"Where the hell could he be??" Kon mutters, practically sprinting through the hallway.
Tim crows, skidding to a stop and pulling out the notebook from earlier. He scribbles something down furiously with a pencil Konner didn't know he had.
"What are you drawing?" He questions, peering at the page.
Tim turns the notebook around to show a poorly drawn building. Kon squints at it, trying to figure out what exactly Tim is trying to tell him. He'll have to remember to ask Tim if he can spell words when he shifts back.
Whatever Tim drew, it almost looks like a barn. Like something on Ma's farm.
Wait, they have one too, right?
"The barn," he realizes, straightening back up. "You think he's in the barn?"
Tim nods, tucking the book away again. Then he starts leading the way, looking over his shoulder to make sure Kon is following. He does, keeping close to his boyfriend.
They get outside after about ten minutes of walking, and the imposing figure of Damian's barn stands tall against the dark night sky. Or it would be dark if there wasn't an ungodly amount of light pollution. It makes Kon grateful that he can visit Ma whenever he wants.
Tim knocks on the wooden door, a trill leaving his beak. An answering grumble comes after a moment, and Tim slides the door open.
What Kon sees inside is not what he expected.
Inside the barn, laying in the hay, is a pile of animals. More specifically Damian's animals.
Ace, Titus, Goliath, Bat-Cow, Jerry, and even Alfred The Cat, are all hanging out with Damian despite the fact he's a bat-lion right now.
"How did you even manage to get out with Alfred's cart?" Tim questions, crouching down when the cat comes to greet him. "The three of you had to have been too big to fit on the cart at the same time."
"You underestimate me," he huffs, rolling over onto his back. "And I was getting tired of the cave."
Kon glances between the two, watching them just kind of.... hold eye contact for a while. He should be writing down questions at this point.
"Where are the other two?" Tim asks, patting Titus on the head.
"I'm not sure. We went our separate ways after the cart stopped," the boy replies, rolling back over onto his belly and stretching out.
"At least come back to the cave before sunrise," Tim sighs, shaking his head. Kon still doesn't know what's happening
He watches them stare at each other for a couple more minutes, bouncing on the balls of his feet in slight impatience. Kon assumes that they're doing some sort of telepathic mind-link thing, by the way they keep looking at each other.
After a bit, Tim shakes his head and nods for Kon to follow him. He goes, eager to get moving instead of standing around.
~~~
"If I were a hyena and a maned wolf, where would I go?" Clark muses to himself, rubbing his chin in thought as he tries to tail after the two.
Dick meows helpfully, walking alongside him.
"Jason wouldn't be in the library," Clark says, even though he can't understand Dick whatsoever. "He loves it too much to go inside during the full moon."
The serval mrrrs in agreement, sniffing the hardwood floors.
Clark hears another thump from somewhere, and he can't help but let out a small sigh. He really hopes that they haven't been too destructive. B is going to get upset at him and glare at him really hard if they do because he promised to look after them.
Clark speeds up a bit, listening and looking out for the two in case one of them hurts themselves. He doesn't know what he'll do if they manage to get hurt.
After who knows how long of walking. Clark slowly pushes open the door to a lounge that gets the most use.
Inside, he finds Steph and Jason absolutely demolishing the place.
Pillows are torn up, the rug is crumpled and shoved into a corner, stuffing is strewn all over the place, tables are knocked over, and so much more that Clark probably doesn't know about yet from just looking at the room.
At least the couch is intact. The kids know how much he likes that particular one. Rao, Bruce is going to kill him.
"Seriously?" Clark sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.
The culprits glace at each other, shredded fabric clutched in their mouths.
Clark knows that look. They're planning something, he knows it.
"What are you planning?" Dick thinks at them, padding further into the room.
"Nothing," Steph replies, dropping the slobbery thing she was holding. Honestly, Dick has no idea what it was before they got to it.
"You could help us," Jason says, sounding all too mischievous for his liking.
"And why would I do that?"
"To mess with Clark. He doesn't know we can communicate with our thoughts, and therefore plan with each other."
Dick pauses, considering. On the one hand, he does love messing with his pseudo uncle. Has since he was a kid. But on the other hand, he'll probably get in trouble with his dad.
...Or could they get him in on it?
"I can see you thinking about it," Steph teases, bumping her head into Dick's smaller one. "C'mon, live a little!"
"What if we tried to get B in on it to mess with him?" Dick suggests. "We all know that he gets grumpy after the full moon. So what if we get him to play around?"
"I like how you think," Jason agrees, tail wagging behind him slowly.
~~~
After Clark got the two rogue lycans back into the Cave, he, Kon, and Tim, regroup.
"Where's Damian?" Clark asks, noticing the distinct lack of the lion hybrid.
"He was in his barn, and was apparently too stubborn about not leaving," Kon explains, rolling his eyes. "As long as he comes back before sunrise, it should be fine."
"Can't say I'm too surprised," Clark chuckles, amused.
"What about the other two?"
"They were tearing up the pillows in the lounge. Thankfully they didn't get to the couch."
"Damn, B is really going to kill us," Konner grouses, running a hand through his hair. "And I'm already on the hook for dating his kid. This is just making it worse."
"Oh, come on, Bruce likes you plenty," Clark argues, ruffling his mop of messy hair. "You two make a cute couple."
"Says you!" he retorts, swatting the older man's hand away with a huff.
Tim decides to interrupt with a chirrup, tapping Konner's shoulder to get his attention.
"Huh? What is it, Timmy?"
The corvid points behind him, where literally everyone is pestering Bruce. They're practically using him as a jungle gym. He looks mildly annoyed about it, but Clark can tell he enjoys having all of his colony of kids close.
"Come on, please?" Dick pleads, rolling over on his back to show off the fluffy belly he knows hi father has a hard time resisting. "It'll be so fun! And you know you like to mess with him as much as we do."
"You're all being childish," he grumbles, but pets Dick anyway.
"You know damn well you want to," Jason snorts, chewing gently on a leathery wing. "And we won't stop until you do."
"If it'll get you to stop chewing on be," he huffs, taking his wing away from Jason's mouth.
"So you're in?" Steph asks, her short, bushy tail wagging in excitement.
They can hear Bruce sigh heavily in their heads, and a series of happy yips and yelps sound from the gaggle of lycans.
"...What's happening over there?" Kon whispers to his dad.
"I have no idea."
~~~
For about half an hour, they scheme. And they even got Tim and Cass in on it.
To properly mess with the Supers- minus Jon, because Alfred told Clark that he fell asleep upstairs- they have to think outside of the box. They're both incredibly smart people. Maybe not so much Konner, but he has his moments occasionally.
The plan they have concocted is a simple one. Devious, but simple.
They're going to get into things that Clark didn't even know they had.
It may sound silly, sure, but Superman really likes having an inventory of rooms, no matter what it is. It's like he has to know where everything is to feel comfortable. Maybe it's paranoia that kryptonite could be hiding anywhere, or maybe it's just a habit. Who really knows.
The first one to get into something will be Dick.
Damian keeps catnip for Alfred the cat in the Cave. He doesn't give it to her often, but he enjoys it when he does.
Dick pads over to where Dami keeps the stash, making sure that the two aren't paying attention. Tim has been assigned to keeping Kon distracted. Not that it's a difficult thing to do, really. Kon loves his boyfriend.
Cass opens the drawer for him, and Dick can already smell the plant. He can't help the eager purr that escapes him when she grabs the bag.
He hops back down and follows her back to the floor, weaving through her legs. She snorts at his excitement, and dumps out nearly the entire bag out for him.
He immediately rolls around in it, getting it all over his fur.
Dick feels like he's floating. He doesn't get to have catnip often, but when he does, boy he loves it. He eats some it it, enjoying the texture of the dry plant. If he could, he would be giggling like an absolute mad man.
He doesn't pay much attention to the fact that Clark has noticed what he's gotten into, and-
Wait what was that.
A bug? Perchance a mouse?
He must catch whatever this Mysterious Thing was at once!
Dick skitters off in the direction he saw the Thing go, claws already out and clicking against the metal flooring. He saw the shadow go over the edge of the platform and down into the depths of the cave.
"Oh, jeez," Clark sighs, walking after him. "How in the world did you get into nearly half the bag of catnip- Do not jump down there."
Clark catches him before he can jump off of the ledge and down into a pit of water, carrying him back onto the bigger platform.
"Honestly, there needs to be some sort of railing," he mutters, setting Dick back down when he starts squirming.
Behind him, he hears something clatter to the ground. And upon looking, Jason has miraculously gotten on top of a tall shelf.
How? He doesn't know.
"Kon, watch Dick for me," he says, before flying up to help Jason back down.
He gets Jason down from the shelf, and dusts off his hand with a sigh.
There's a squeak above him, and Clark looks up to see a giant brown bat hanging above him. It's obviously Bruce, given the difference between him and Cass.
"I can't believe you're encouraging this," Clark deadpans.
Something tugs on his pants.
Looking down, Steph is growling playfully and tugging at his pant leg. He can hear the seams popping by the second.
"Steph, come on-" Clark protests, trying to tug the fabric out of her teeth. "Let go-"
She doesn't listen, tugging harder now. The seam splits at her insistence, threatening to pants Clark at any moment.
He stumbles at a harder tug, hopping on one leg to keep from falling down fully.
"Tim, quit it!" Kon squawks, trying to keep him from pecking at his hair. "Stop it! No- Not the hair-"
"What is going on with you guys??" Clark questions, exasperated. "Just half an hour ago you all were behaving so well!"
Steph gives a laugh, finally letting go of his pants. He'll have to borrow a pair from the med bay.
"How much longer until sunrise?" Kon whines, floating a few feet off the ground to keep Tim, and now also Dick, from getting at his hair and clothes.
"About three hours."
"Oh, Rao."