Beside him, Bruce made a strangled sound. "I'm going to kill Alfred," he muttered.
Oh my! I couldn't help, but smile.

Clark blinked. "But... my Ma obviously made it..."
Obviously! :D
Anyway, I think it was a wonderful idea of Martha and Alfred. :)

Later, they curl under the blanket as it snows outside, safe in each others arms, their entwined symbols resting over them.
I absolutely loved the image of Bruce and Clark under the blanket and the snow outside. :)

That was so beautifully written! I enjoyed it. :)
Thanks for sharing.