A couple days after Will's initiation

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Brenda opened her eyes and frowned at the living room ceiling, wondering why it looked so hazy. Scowling, she squeezed her eyes shut and then reopened them before listening to see where everyone was. She was feeling annoyed and more than a little concerned; she'd asked Alfred the day before to let Clark know that she wanted to speak to him, but the boy had never appeared.

And now she could hear Will playing video games in one of the dens, Clara telling him how to play it, and Alfred humming to himself as he puttered around somewhere nearby. But she still didn't hear Clark coming in response to her summons.

His Wayne side was sticking out, and it irritated the heck out of her.

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He thinks he noticed a little something, but any thoughts he had on the matter were pushed aside. Brenda needed taking care of whether she wanted it or not.

"It's not nothing." he says, tucking her under the covers a bit more. "I'll be back in just a minute." he says, before disappearing off to go get a bowl of cool/lukewarm water and a washcloth from the kitchen.

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She tried to Glare, but it made her vision blur even worse. "How are you?"

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He wets the washcloth and tries not to laugh at her attempt to glare at him. Luckily he suceeds.

"I'm fine." he says quietly, gently touching the washcloth to her forehead, though it's obvious he's still adjusting to things.

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"How are you really?" A weak thread of the Voice, though the rasping of her chest would mask it for most ears.