Title: That first bullett
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: PG
Length: 200
Content notes: Set in the same AU where Jor-El gave Clark and Oliver a child. Clark/Oliver, no warnings I can think of.
Author notes: I've been asked to do a few more glimpses of their life, so here is another one. No beta, sorry.
Summary: Oliver took Lara out crime fighting for the first time ...



“You better hide that from your dad or you’ll be in trouble and I’ll have to sleep on the couch,” Oliver said with a sideway glance at his daughter.

“Ewww, Pa, TMI,” Lara replied and made a face.

“Hide what from me, Oliver?”

Clark rounded the corner to the living room, his expression between suspicious and worried.

“It’s nothing, dad. Really,” Lara said; all fake innocence. It hadn’t worked on Clark when she had been six, it didn’t work now that she was sixteen.

Clark just stared at her until she dropped the deformed bullet she’d wanted to keep as a souvenir into his hand. Oliver sighed.

“Someone shot you? Oliver! Is that what you call ‘keeping her safe’?”

Oliver glared at Clark. “Oh please, Kal. She’s fine; she’s your daughter after all. Do I have to remind you that I’m the only one in this family who isn’t bulletproof?”

“She’s half human!” Clark said, heatedly.

“And still less vulnerable than Pa. I barely got a bruise. Nothing that two minutes of sunlight won’t cure. I swear, dad. I’m fine.”

“Famous last words.” Clark handed the bullet back to Lara and threw Oliver a glare.

“Our ‘apprentice’ needs more training.”