Four -
DC Universe/Young Justice, Secret
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Bart, sprawled comfortably out on his belly on the carpet, turned the page. They both craned their heads down to read it. Bart finished first--of course--and waited impatiently while Greta pored over the black-and-white drawings, occasionally squealing. Once she clapped both hands over her mouth, trailing fog everywhere, then brushed her fingertips over the page and bent in to study it closely. "Okay," she finally said, her eyes wide.

Bart turned the page, revealing a sprawling two-page fight scene littered with feathers and gears and flower petals. They both sucked in their breaths and Greta gasped, splaying both foggy hands uselessly out over the page and craning in until her nose nearly deformed against it. Bart, not really hampered by this, read the page through the back of Greta's head.

"Yamaro-kun's touching Asamu-chan!" Greta finally announced, like she was making some great pronouncement. "Look! See?"

She trailed fog over the picture and Bart leaned down and squinted where she was pointing. One of the teensy figures in the background did seem to be touching one of the others, his hand laid on the small of the other's back.  "Huh. Yeah. Guess he is. What's the big deal?"

Greta giggled into her hands and glanced sideways at Bart. "Yamaro-kun likes him."

"Well, duh." Bart pulled back to take in the rest of the splash page, then leaned in to stare at the tiny figures again. "He's his teacher. He's supposed to like him."

"Nooo, I mean, he likes him!" Greta's eyes were nearly squinched shut with glee over her crossed hands. "Like, romantically."

"Huh?" Bart blinked at Greta. "I don't remember that part!" Marking their place with a finger he flipped the book closed and squinted at the number on the spine. "Did I miss a book?"

"No, it's, it's..." Greta waved her hands around frantically, little misty tendrils breaking against Bart's cheeks. He sneezed. "You can just tell! If you look at how Yamaro treats him, and the way they look at each other! They're in love! They should kiss. That would be so sweet."

Bart gave this some thought, flipping the book back over and squinting at the two figures again. "You're weird," he finally decided. "Asamu's totally like his son! I totally remember that part. Yamaro was talking to Heiki and he was all 'Asamu is the son I never had, and I'm responsible for him now, the good and the bad alike'. I remember that 'cause it's like how me and Max are, only Yamaro's less with the exasperation and the rolling his eyes and stuff."

By this point Greta was squinting at Bart as if he'd sprouted an extra eye. "I know! Exactly! What, you didn't see it when you read that part? It was so obvious."

Bart considered this, then reached out and poked Greta square in the forehead. "You're weird, and that's kinda gross. That'd be like me and Max--" He broke off there.

Greta stared at Bart, and he stared back, and they both shrieked "EWWW" in unison, and then Greta said "Okay!" and Bart turned the page for her.